Category: Writers Block
A Most Beautiful Fight
Flow and grace; Reason and rhyme.
Your words come out as a symphony,
I imagine your voice soft and kind.
Under your cloak lies the things unperfect.
The sadness, maybe even a little rage.
The fear of other people's eyes and
The comfort of familiar walls and spaces.
In this we find a common ground-
Our fears, demons, failures and uncertainty.
I own no grace, no rhyme, and not
Much reason to speak of. But in intent
Of finding peace and happiness we could
Have fought the fight for sanity-
And what a beautiful fight it could have been.
SKIN
Crawling, feeling every single
Twitch and turn. No amount
Of rememdies could remove
You, even if I wanted to rid
Myself of you. Learning and
Living, bringing you everywhere.
Always a concept, image or
Words, never a person yet.
But when our worlds collide,
You will crawl out of my skin,
and your skin will be on mine.
SUNNY STORM
Driving the twisted road to isolation,
The trees, willowing, weeping and green.
The grass beneath it is yellow, brown,
Dry and dead. The sky above is mostly
An angry gray with bursts of sunlight
Piercing through. Spontaneously penny-
Sized raindrops crash on the windshield,
To clear up a moment later. Behind me,
The sky is blue, and ahead it darkens
Almost to black. This is the yin and the
Yang. The life-filled trees thriving with
The concurrent rain and sun, the grass
Dying more by each heated summer day.
Somehow, the striking contrast paints
A most stunning yet calming background.
Finding the word, "Twitch"
within your "Skin" writing,
Appears to be so deep a writing
Way beyond the surface of the skin
...and give note that the Sunny Storm is being beckoned towards a
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
pretty good, though they could use some cleaning up