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Internal Nuisances
I can smell the water....
As the night glistens off the salted sea
Loud banter of crashing waves
Giving a sense of serenity
Sense of peace
It's what I need
I'm drowning in a fortress of uncertainty
Playing the tunes of others pianos
Until my muted sound is deafening
Tired of defending
My internal beauty with external explorations
I can not be held to such high standards
I allow myself to be on a level that then hurts once shattered
Confessions of late night regression
Fights over lack of persuasion
No desires to devour my womanly nature
Read my kinky stature
And take advantage of the loneliness that consumes my heart
I just want that spark
Not labeled a target by
lyrical snipers
lurking marks
Being folded into origami hearts,
Always the same point to start
same folds that lead to the end
I can not pretend
That I meet normal standards....
I do not stand formal at desires door,
But I stay lurking in the corner,
Caught by those wanderers......
In which gamble like dice
Thrown into hot ice,
and fried by the icicles of life
As the night glistens off the salted sea
Loud banter of crashing waves
Giving a sense of serenity
Sense of peace
It's what I need
I'm drowning in a fortress of uncertainty
Playing the tunes of others pianos
Until my muted sound is deafening
Tired of defending
My internal beauty with external explorations
I can not be held to such high standards
I allow myself to be on a level that then hurts once shattered
Confessions of late night regression
Fights over lack of persuasion
No desires to devour my womanly nature
Read my kinky stature
And take advantage of the loneliness that consumes my heart
I just want that spark
Not labeled a target by
lyrical snipers
lurking marks
Being folded into origami hearts,
Always the same point to start
same folds that lead to the end
I can not pretend
That I meet normal standards....
I do not stand formal at desires door,
But I stay lurking in the corner,
Caught by those wanderers......
In which gamble like dice
Thrown into hot ice,
and fried by the icicles of life
Published 3rd Jan 2017
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Anonymous
3rd Jan 2017 11:59pm
this is creative a hell. your avatar is angelic, beautiful
4th Jan 2017 00:03am
Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind compliments. You're avatar is inspiring to say the least.:-)
Anonymous
4th Jan 2017 4:38am
phenomenal...
just simply ....
you are such a rare talent!!
just simply ....
you are such a rare talent!!
4th Jan 2017 7:20am
Creative and unique piece, really love the last stanza, love the imagery throughout. Fantastic expression!
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
4th Jan 2017 12:43pm
Again...you leave me with a multitude of thoughts and emotions whirling in my mind and utterly speechless. Such an amazing voice you have. :)
Willow
Willow
5th Jan 2017 3:26am
You continue to flatter me Willow. I know if this whirlwind all to well though, for it is in my head each time I let the pen pour on paper
5th Jan 2017 3:28am
4th Jan 2017 8:09pm
"Lyrical snipers" is an awesome description. I enjoy reading of your journey and yearnings for authenticity. Brava!
I thank you for reading my spirit. Gahdess, you always seems to pin point my character through my words. "Yearnings for authenticity" yes!!!! So simply put yet such magnitude in the meaning!
5th Jan 2017 12:28pm
5th Jan 2017 5:25pm
5th Jan 2017 5:00pm
Congratulations! This poem has been nominated for Deep Underground Poetry's Featured Poem of the Month Competition. You may view the nomination at the link below, and will be notified if selected.
Best of Luck and thank you for being a member of the Deep Side!
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/9339/
Best of Luck and thank you for being a member of the Deep Side!
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/9339/
5th Jan 2017 5:25pm
5th Jan 2017 6:41pm
"I can not pretend
That I meet normal standards.... " <<<- normalcy is so overrated. ;)
Wow! What a clever ending! Last three lines were pure fire! And the title was PERFECT for the creative content you so perfectly penned! Enjoyed!
That I meet normal standards.... " <<<- normalcy is so overrated. ;)
Wow! What a clever ending! Last three lines were pure fire! And the title was PERFECT for the creative content you so perfectly penned! Enjoyed!
5th Jan 2017 7:54pm
Thank you Rain! Normalcy indeed is overrated and boring :-). I am honored that you enjoyed my flow.
13th Feb 2017 7:10pm
