February 25, 2015
art, DidYouWriteToday, life, Poetry, WriteFree365, Writing
Now, do it again.
Perfection isn’t achieved after one flawless attempt
Perfection is repetition until flaws are impossible
So where does that leave me?
One who writes with blemishes
Blot by blot until sanity becomes a matter of perspective
This mosaic feels like a simple stain.
My likeness splattered against reflective glass
My self on display
But not quite me
This is what it’s like when humans do godly things.
February 5, 2015
art, DidYouWriteToday, freewrite, life, Poetry, Writing
I’m a weary traveller
Dragging my footsteps across burning sand
To tell the tale of a man
Yearning to be royalty
Not to get the girl
Because the girls come whether prince or street rat
My footprints leave faint trails of blood
While trying to decipher if the oasis is created through the mirage of my tears
It’s nearly impossible to determine what’s real
But this hajj is mine and mine alone
This is not some Disney story
This is a whole new world
Where one song isn’t enough to ease fear
The carpet I sit on takes me places I could never see by myself
Realms worthy of taking my last breath
But duets in my head harmonize between closing my eyes due to fright
And ordering me to take in every sight
This is a new, fantastic point of view.
Where I am the genie
All the power of the cosmos
Itty bitty living space
I rub my temples like lamp
Wishing that I haven’t used my last wish yet
Journeying through sandstorms to a Cave of Wonders
Trying to trap me inside once I touch any of the treasures
That’s some security plan for that which is mine
In searching for myself
I’ve protected myself from discovery for so long
I can’t recognize who I am
Or who I need to be.
January 13, 2015
art, DidYouWriteToday, life, Poetry, sensual
(I’m still writing daily. I’m just no longer posting daily. This is today’s individual idea…)
We made the room warm
Just her divinity revealed with the release of the tie that bound her hair
And mine exposed like the dreamcatcher necklace pulled from under my collar.
We confessed our deification to each other.
So conditioned to be wary of naive mortals
That we didn’t instantly recognize another
Yet we did
When we locked eyes
Secret identities disclosed within the privacy of our Universe.
After being cautious of the fear we instill in human
We were just beings together
She inhaled the night
I wore North at the end of my necklace
My charm would catch my dreams
And guide Gaia to me like my heart is her home
January 7, 2015
52Poems, art, Love, Poetry, WriteFree365
(I’m still writing a freewrite every day. The reason why they aren’t posted is because, frankly, I want to make money off my words. I can’t show you everything I’m working on. In addition to that, I’m also committing to finish a poem each week. I need to grow my skill. If I am to charge for these words, I want them to be better. This is the first full poem I’ve completed since #WriteFree365. Let me know what you think. Week one…)
How do you forget memories carved into your being?
The history of you is etched into the sides of the pyramids in my ribs
Ancient and beautiful
The sands of time hardened around my heart
And you left your story in hieroglyphs
So now the task to restore that which had been defiled has begun
But whenever I look at that mausoleum in my soul, a Sphinx appears.
My head still claims king
Despite you sweeping in like Sahara wind
And removing what it knows about moving on
The rest of me continues to lie in the same place you left it ages ago.
Claiming to be king of a throne no longer inhabited,
To destroy such a landmark
Would mean to eliminate an entire civilization from a planet that owes its modern existence to it
There’s three sides to every story
Yours, mine, and the truth
Together in the sky
We built walls as we fall to the ground
Solid enough to build a monument as time tumbled through the hourglass
Proud of what we built with our love
Like pyramids aren’t built to honor the dead.
How do you forget memories drilled into your teeth?
Did you fill them with precious metals
To ignore the rotting flesh inside the cavities?
I guess sweets are bad for your health
The kiss of a pharoah is feral
Every tooth encases the nerves
And somehow you forgot how I worked my way to the root.
I can still see the damage done when you smile
Denial is the canal that treated a deserted area of your world
It was foolish to attempt to destroy the pyramids
Like cutting off my nose to spite my face.
The emeralds and gold in our chests
Can be treasured.
And can be buried forever without destroying the mausoleums encasing them
You changed the climate
Made an ocean of the desert
Turning Hamunaptra into Atlantis
Proving the best way is to turn real civilizations into myths.
But you and I know
We used to exist.