Observational Poems by New Members

The moom hovers
incessant brightness

a beautiful lady of space
out for a stroll
across empty sky
                    and I

observe no different
then I would
a blonde or brunette

pining only for
a celestial sea of stars
to surround her

Tattooed Tearz'
No one ever questioned the rain and why it expresses itself the way it does by falling on our heads. Maybe the sky had to get somethings off its chest and communicated with us by sending rain.
You should know that rain comes about when atmospheric vapors build up in the clouds causing pressures and collisions, and in turn bring forth rainfall.
When we look at the tearz that fall from our eyes, again, it's the results of built up feelings, emotions, and pressures - good and bad. An emotional high that in turn causes the eyes to water up, while the body releases...

My smiles are as gentle as the ocean floor My feelings as painful as a freshly acquired sore.
My heart and mind are shackled by expectations of those who came before me

Wish I could be free to live and dream.
Dream of a world without societal chains and burdens holding me in captivity.
Dream of a world of freedom and equality
Dream of a world with one people undivided by race,colour and class
Dream of a world without sorrow and tears

Wish my dreams could be a reality but they are nothing but dreams.
Life would have been so much better if...

Some people have the ability of turning everything into nothingness then hiding nothing in plain sight right before they lay it on the alter of life in front of the vortex to nowhere, a place where everything that they ever held dear disappears.
Some people have the foul and uncanny ability
To live out their lives vicariously through someone else’s reality and still choose to be unhappy.
Some people have the ability to live their lives quite and free from most sin, while devilish thoughts and words feverishly hang onto them.
Some people have the ability to walk through...

Normality,
Is not my formality.
I’m far too mad,
From all of my maladies.
My mind has been split,
Into several realities.
I’m multidimensional;
Which explains my mentalities.
Synesthete-
I can see tonalities.
Circus Freak-
They beat me with brutalities.
It must be neat-
Living in their practicalities.
They don’t know-
That I can read through their modalities.