magic mirror mosaics puzzles made from hearts puzzles whose pieces have lots of moving parts
Tag: Poetry
Shaping Clay
You aren't the clay It's held in your hands Shape your world Before time ends
Puzzle Piece Portrait
Looking for lost puzzle pieces Finding new ones in their place Puzzle pieces put together Show a portrait of your face
Silent Thinking
You’re quiet – just like me; The world won’t notice, but I can see Your silence is not an empty mind; Rather you’re thinking all the time Questions for the world – on your shelf; So many more are for your self; Internal debates – philosophy bout: “Who am I?” echos with doubt
Accepting ~Perfection~
Far too long Rejecting My soul having been torn No longer neglected Accepting ~Perfection~
“Can you tell me about Her?”
To start, Her name is – – – – – – She was a few months younger, Yet a few years wiser She was studying to be a nurse, And you could really tell - She had that confident caring to Her She was kind to everyone, But she had that Self-respect and spunk To … Continue reading “Can you tell me about Her?”
the mess in my self
shattered windows readied to welcome the coming winter's woes - frigid cold; the floors frozen to my feet hold me in numbed reality; light bulb luxuries - excitement’s electricity bill too expensive when you need to eat; walls decorated in colorful dreams painted white - blank walls are apathy's aesthetic; i cleaned the place - … Continue reading the mess in my self
Gossip (haiku)
…that’s why she can’t know! It’s our secret… … … … … …did you hear? What?! But he promised…
That Special Hug
One of the greatest gifts Is that special hug, Given by someone Who wants nothing, Nothing more than To never let go; To keep you safe; To envelope you in love It’s not about the length, Because this hug feels the same Whether it lasts a moment Or a millennium ° It is the gentle … Continue reading That Special Hug
Challenge
Don't give them a challenge; Give them a question And they'll challenge their selfs.
Truth’s Mural
Looking beyond infinity - artists Arrogant, finite fools To tame eternal Truth With such primitive tools Philosophy the paint Poetry his brush Beginning Truth's mural An artist must rush A fool's errand to attempt alone A masterpiece he could never see Finishing was never his grand plan Rather he would leave his name to me … Continue reading Truth’s Mural
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