tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81026924458567074782024-02-20T09:37:54.015-08:00poetic dust in the darka collection of poetry, free verse, writing, feelings, thoughts, risks, stories, and passions.
but mostly poetry.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-43105030435901485822011-01-31T15:25:00.000-08:002011-01-31T15:25:18.994-08:00my fingertips thaw out<br />
painfully numb<br />
<br />
jewels lit up <br />
dimly<br />
by the light of <br />
my candle<br />
<br />
i scratch at my skin<br />
i tug at my sweater<br />
<br />
im an image of who you want me to be.<br />
<br />
no one ever let me screw up.<br />
<br />
i'll keep my mouth shut<br />
when you leave the door open<br />
and welcome <br />
the frigid draft<br />
that reminds me <br />
<br />
i am no where close<br />
to freedom.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-31274150892504358912010-12-23T15:43:00.003-08:002010-12-23T15:43:37.367-08:00there are some goddamn things I'll never forgive my parents for.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-20182087089357812392010-12-22T04:06:00.000-08:002010-12-22T04:06:57.665-08:00Anyone left Everyone,<br />
and went on his damn way.<br />
Everyone was dying inside,<br />
and she turned around and <br />
hurt Herself.<br />
No one tried to love her,<br />
but even No One<br />
couln't save her.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-70154983309532524692010-12-20T04:16:00.001-08:002010-12-20T04:16:35.327-08:00Just looked at my schedule for the next 20 years....I have a feeling I won't be painting again,<br />
until retirement...poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-81021982016968802762010-12-12T16:17:00.001-08:002010-12-12T16:17:36.830-08:00My word, its never ending. <br />
All I want is to write,<br />
can the world rob me of <br />
that too?poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-90131217741205922812010-12-02T19:23:00.000-08:002010-12-02T19:23:42.566-08:00"Have you ever just wanted to throw yourself <br />
into oncoming traffic when you see a <br />
big truck about to speed by?" <br />
she asked.<br />
<br />
"Well, no. <br />
I'm not ready to die,"<br />
he answered.<br />
<br />
<br />
"That wasn't the question."<br />
<br />
"What was the question?"<br />
<br />
"Am I fucked up for thinking <br />
something like that<br />
might feel good?" <br />
she whispered.<br />
<br />
"No."<br />
<br />
"I love you..."<br />
<br />
"I love you too."<br />
<br />
"You don't think<br />
my mind is fucked up?"<br />
<br />
"I think your mind is beautiful."poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-18784970847532925882010-11-29T04:10:00.001-08:002010-11-29T04:10:59.060-08:00So as the glitter faded<br />
from her skin,<br />
and from her eyes,<br />
<br />
the wingless woman <br />
could no longer take flight.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-22151121418647316242010-11-23T04:01:00.000-08:002010-11-23T04:01:15.713-08:00<blockquote>"I was thought to be 'stuck up.' I wasn't. I was just sure of myself. This is and always has been an unforgivable quality to the unsure."</blockquote> -Bette Davispoetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-63083193125516051742010-11-22T13:25:00.000-08:002010-11-22T13:25:55.754-08:00I looked to my side and found an angel;I can see my strengths. I can see my weaknesses. I can see you. You can manipulate me. You have. You will. I, however, am not afraid of you. I never was. I was afraid of what you threatened to take from me. But you can take no more. You will not take my hope. My strength. My compassion. My faith. And certainly not my trust. You will no longer make me doubt myself. There is nothing to doubt. There is nothing left. I was opened like a book. Like a freed mind. Breaths of life were breathed into my soul again. <em>And I was set free. </em>You watched me love. Grow. Fly. No. You did not watch. You could have. You turned your back. You could not bear to witness. You called me mean. Insecure. Jealous. Naive. You pointed out flaws. Flaws I once believed I had. But I looked to my side and found an angel. An angel who picked me up. Who gave me wings. Who erased my scars. You saw my angel walk along my side. You saw my angel raise me higher than you could ever be on your own. You saw the angel who had given me the heavens and the stars and the planets. You saw him. <em>And you wept.</em>poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-2973442395238058862010-11-22T13:09:00.000-08:002010-11-22T13:09:44.596-08:00a total stranger one black day by E. E. Cummings<div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; padding-left: 14px; padding-top: 20px;">a total stranger one black day<br />
knocked living the hell out of me-- <br />
<br />
who found forgiveness hard because<br />
my(as it happened)self he was <br />
<br />
-but now that fiend and i are such<br />
immortal friends the other's each </div>poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-39185956881508672402010-11-21T17:55:00.000-08:002010-11-21T18:00:25.291-08:00I sit alone and lose myself<br />
in the labyrinth of my mind.<br />
<br />
I sense the monsters eating away<br />
at my soul.<br />
<br />
I feel a fire burning <br />
deep inside my core.<br />
<br />
I stand firmly on my mountain,<br />
defending what I cherish.<br />
<br />
I was always the one too sweet to hurt,<br />
too lovely to destroy.<br />
<br />
I clash with myself.<br />
<br />
I am lost, <br />
in a vicious cycle.<br />
<br />
I put the knife down,<br />
I put the knife down,<br />
I put the knife down.<br />
Not even a scratch.<br />
<br />
Not tonight,<br />
I will save myself.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-26350635029227772312010-11-21T17:41:00.000-08:002010-11-21T17:41:23.341-08:00I'm insecure, mean, jealous, and do not trust the man I am in love with. How ironic.A stranger feels she knows me,<br />
and all the things I've said.<br />
How ironic to think a stranger<br />
knows nothing about me at all.<br />
Your facts are twisted,<br />
Your heart is missin'.<br />
Perhaps I'm just all the things you say I am.<br />
<br />
Perhaps I am not.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-37505619915427297282010-11-16T19:15:00.000-08:002010-11-16T19:16:31.650-08:00and with tears rolling down her cheeks,<br />
she realized one day, no one would remember her.<br />
it hurt that everyone thought she was better than she was,<br />
that they claim to push her just up to her limit,<br />
before breaking,<br />
to illuminate all of her strengths.<br />
This time, <br />
she didn't break.<br />
<br />
<em>no, she shattered.</em>poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-61126433110914852992010-11-14T13:19:00.000-08:002010-11-14T13:19:08.315-08:00my heart aches<br />
when my mind replays<br />
what my heart has felt<br />
and how my skin has been touched,<br />
<br />
but mostly<br />
how she has felt the same.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-59988119722713021522010-11-06T03:18:00.000-07:002010-11-06T03:18:53.613-07:00<em><span style="font-size: large;">"And she thinks I'm psycho cause I like to rhyme her name with things;"</span></em>poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-39809850195208825342010-11-06T03:17:00.001-07:002010-11-06T03:17:06.713-07:00SATsdont scare me one bit.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-34610275634168975892010-11-03T19:21:00.000-07:002010-11-03T19:25:34.455-07:00Blue wrinkles,<br />
enough breath left <br />
for a fish.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
and I hear sounds,<br />
undecipherable jargon<br />
thats sings so beautifully <br />
to me.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
and a sea creature appears<br />
who seems to resemble a man.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
and I am soaring<br />
and spinning<br />
and drowing<br />
and living.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
and I grow scales<br />
to cover my insecurities<br />
I have found in the air.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
and I hear a symphony<br />
of an alternate reality.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
with distance.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
with endurance.<br />
<br />
Blue wrinkles,<br />
again and again.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-82144950842874053412010-11-01T17:41:00.000-07:002010-11-01T17:41:12.265-07:00Expectations<br />
higher than my own.<br />
<br />
Impressing everyone,<br />
always,<br />
only makes me alone.<br />
<br />
As if <br />
staying sane<br />
is overlooked.<br />
<br />
One day I will flex<br />
my obicularis oculi<br />
when I speak.<br />
<br />
Not tomorrow,<br />
Not the next.<br />
<br />
When I fail, <br />
and accept.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-10442785694514197882010-10-31T16:14:00.000-07:002010-10-31T16:14:54.101-07:00We come and we go.<br />
We need to find ourselves again.<br />
Must we all look towards others <br />
to do so?<br />
Why can you not look to me?<br />
I whisper.<br />
Accusations, Assumptions.<br />
Violins and flutes play silently,<br />
their strings like that of my heart.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-78566561375677390352010-10-31T13:48:00.000-07:002010-10-31T13:48:12.362-07:00I am afraid to write when I feel like this.Who would want to read my writing<br />
when the only things I can write<br />
are just depressing?<br />
Few more days and maybe I'll be<br />
out of this low.<br />
I hope.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-24475492021308162102010-10-27T17:44:00.000-07:002010-10-27T17:44:03.859-07:00do not be angry at me<br />
for grabbing onto anything i can<br />
to save this,<br />
just because you had nothing<br />
to grab onto.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-77567464794241369152010-10-24T15:36:00.000-07:002010-10-24T15:36:27.138-07:00in a tranceeyes staring aimlessly into the night,<br />
focus on the breathing,<br />
numb.<br />
<br />
i dont believe a thing you say,<br />
but im hanging on every word.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-1271161080734252322010-10-24T15:32:00.001-07:002010-10-24T15:32:45.561-07:00insecurities throbbing through my pulses<br />
like that of the beat of the drums<br />
i hear in the background.<br />
<br />
please take me home.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-9616798140869587852010-10-22T12:50:00.000-07:002010-10-22T12:50:16.862-07:00Pure emotion<br />
Raw feelings<br />
An anger I have never felt.<br />
<br />
I am no longer inclined to keep myself hidden.<br />
<br />
I will be heard.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102692445856707478.post-77881645818093886252010-10-07T04:10:00.000-07:002010-10-07T04:10:36.171-07:00She begins to fashion an idea in her mind.<br />
How romantic is something you feel in your bones,<br />
your body, your mind, your soul.<br />
How romantic is something that ignites a fire,<br />
a burning passion.<br />
How romantic is something that allows you to<br />
forget the world<br />
and float away?<br />
<br />
Its not so romantic at all.poetic dust in the darkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329082963130678608noreply@blogger.com0