Perfection Exists in a Teardrop.

Well, I can honestly say that this is my most revealing/invasive poem. It may not seem that way, but it's when you read between the lines that you can truly see the picture.

    Time is always wasted whether I freeze it or use it.

I can never release a smile that's genuine in it's glory.

I'm like a slide, on a playground....everything glides off of me, effortlessly.

But, maybe underneath I'm a sponge. Absorbing every drop of toxic waste

That I so often occupy.

    Muscle fibers can tear and rip..or stress and grow.

Breaking down to build up. 

To hold up heavy loads; strength, is my point.

That of which I feel I lack, quite often.

Weakness is a word sounding so ugly.

But carelessness isn't much of a replacement.

Sitting in your driveway, watching the clouds pass

Is almost too easy a time,

To let yourself be suffocated by your thoughts.

   Staring down into a bowl of water when the moon is high,

Is almost too exciting to be comfortable.

Shouldn't reflexes be natural?

But, I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror

For much longer, when I can't stand what I see.

Can't I find the will-power to delve into the dark lands

Of purging the toxicity and negativity out of my body,

And to feel the burning satisfaction of destruction?

But alas, I lack the strength...

No worries as I find my other outlet.

Disgusting to abuse the industry's use for Venus..

But so many have, so I must join the army of the

Broken pieces...

   But why? There is nothing I would lack

If my mind could think for itself, instead of for me.

Father, please help me find my peace that I so solemnly 

And desperately need. Help the light to find its way out

Of my eyes, and cast upon the world. I want to see brightly,

Not so darkly. Father, can you help stitch up my bleeding wounds?

I call you to You in a statement so figuratively, and yet so literally.

Amen.

   My heart has a door that just won't stay locked.

It gets broken into much too many times.

My most treasured items that I keep locked up

In there, keep being taken.

Like my sanity, dignity, happiness, wisdom, and love.

My little treasures that I so greatly care for keep being stolen

From burglars. And every time I fix the lock, I make it

A little bit stronger. But each time it was broken into,

The thief had to work so much harder, and stayed inside

For much, much longer.

I tried installing a vault-door, but then I lost the key...

You found it, came inside, and burned it all down.

   How high can you reach when you jump?

I can touch the tip of a blade of grass, at my best.

When lightening strikes, the matter of plasma

Is so excited, that the clouds can't help but clap in

Congratulations. So then, why do they cry?

Tears of joy or of sorrow? Joy is warm and inviting.

Sorrow is cold and evasive. The rain was cold on my face.

Are the masks covering the clouds so thick?

Or are they clear and invisible?

Well, I can see a gray cloud easily with my naked,

Straining eye.

So then, why are our masks so thick and opaque,

When you can clearly see the tears running down our faces?

The only difference; the clouds' tears are cold, ours are warm.

So they're joyful? Never. But they are full of emotion,

Pure, untouched, real emotion. What's more perfect than that?

A cold raindrop of five-hundred million? Never say that again.

   So here I am, coating my mask with vane powders and creams,

Hoping no one will remove the beautiful creation I have sculpted.

Always, in a crowd, there is a bare face that can see through the

Eye holes in your mask, and into your burnt heart.

"Foiled again," you sigh, as you make love with Truth on the dance floor.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. You told a lot of story in this poem. You open the doors to discussion too. I could break the poem down and have a great discussion with you. Life is a constant teacher. We must learn to stay positive and enjoy the good times.
"Congratulations. So then, why do they cry?
Tears of joy or of sorrow? Joy is warm and inviting.
Sorrow is cold and evasive. The rain was cold on my face."
Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Megan]

this has got to be one of the best poems I have ever read. there's just so much to it, beyond what the eyes can see, and beyond what is even written. it's like most of the poem's meaning comes from words unsaid, things untouched. Your imagery is just more. So much MORE. every line leaves me wanting more, wanting understanding..It's like the poem itself is so vulnerable, yet so wonderfully complex, and so masterfully protected by what's not written. I think I could read this hundreds of times, and still be left on the edge. I absolutely love this.

[Daytonight]

Very deep and emotional telling. Congratz for the courage it took in doing so. Well done. Keep up the great work!!!

[Ripple of Aqua]

This is so deep and crule! It's genious! The resounding thoughts that circle your mind as you wonder if you are enough for the rest of the world, and the thoughts of you being enough for yourself speaks wonders. Breath taking.

[Mr Alednac]

really great poem here and its very creative of you to have one stanza in red and black and red again really good here Kat :)

[Becky C Strukamp]

I totally agree with both Coyote and Nikki, you penned this beautifully

[Nikki Richardson]

Your imagry is beautifully shown through this poem. You have captured a great emotion in this. Very well written :)