i am constantly crazy.
i’m truly amazing…
i am happily sailing thru this thing called life.
but i’m never too sure - if i’ll know how to start,
when i’m slowly, losing… a piece of my heart.

i am listening to music that sings to my soul.
i’m feeling for something that makes me… lose control.
i am wondering. and waiting.
but i’m still hesitating.
i am suddenly fearful of unspoken truth.

i am watching for moments.
i am reaching for time.
i am hoping that futures still cross between mine.
i am lovely, yet leaving.
and i’m starting to believe in, something.
(that’s greater than us alone…)

i am dancing and dreaming.
i’m standing outside screaming, to the heavens, on a cool clear night.
i am convinced they can hear me -
but i’m not sure if they’ll steer me, in directions that lead back to you.

i am hopeful and hopeless, yet alarmed that you know this…
i am trying my best to get by.
i’m wishing for insight and look for it - despite,
the fact that it will, inevitably, make me cry.

i am stirred, but not shaken.
i’m both filled and forsaken.
i am breaking it down, one beat at a time.
i am cool and complacent, though my passion’s adjacent
to thunderbolts, rainbursts, and fire.
i am scared… of what’s left to transpire.

i’m manic and moody - unconventional beauty,
is what i see in the eyes of the world.
i’m full of blues… rock… and greens;
purple-pink pop/soul streams, out myself
and they say i’m too much!

more than words, i’m extreme -
i’m intense like my dreams.
wake me up if i’m falling back in….
i’m refreshing like you; yes, you know what to do:
i’m the cannonball diving right in.
(after you… no, you! i insist…)

i’m a weakling who’s strong, with the strength of a week.
i’m habitual in making sweet talkers lose speech.
i’m apparently available, yet seemingly, out of reach?
i’m insufferable.
i’m exciting.
hell, darlin’ i’m inviting, you… toward me.

marelle

description haha :) me me too! poetic self whatcha gon' do? who are you? you interesting lovely yes

Cataclysmic October.
yes, that is your name…

The way you walk, the way you talk;
we know it all the same…

Ever move in silence,
the sound you can’t regain?

For never once is trying hard
to pass the point of blame.

It seems to me, the themes
to be discussed have gone astray.

Though wandering through wonderment
could chance upon the way -

Today, i’m following…
yet leading you, and thus,

For all else fails to warn
the danger round the bend combusts.

Seek asylum.
Take the coats.
And pile them, on.

Guard against the rain.

The cold you’re finding shelter from,
still lives inside your brain.

Maladous and sadly just -
go on now, fall apart.

Remedial of broken glass,
to buy a brand new part.

Nay, heart.

Or start, once more;
but surely not right here.

This time is sold like watches
and there’s none for you, my dear.

So take your leave, your dagger,
and the ghosts of memory.

The chill of night approaches,
so turn your page now, please.

Burning leaves of autumn,
warm the evening now struck thru.

Moonlight beams a’brightly
on the self i find anew.

A new… life.
just what i need.

Right here.

In front.

Of me…


marelle

autumn leaves change color so do we it seems life interesting poetic

The sky is blue & I know
But do you?
Understand, that it isn’t
Really…
I’m stealing thoughts
From the skies
And lots (of them) were once my own.

But I like red -
So the sky is instead
Now a warm sunset
on a cool, breezy day.

You don’t see it, but I know it
And though the world won’t show it -

Things are always only
what you want them to be…

marelle

poetry perspective life love interesting writing