Mind, Body, and Soul

I was working on my weekly poem and dabbled on some ideas, and this one kind of stuck with me. I'm not perfect oh god am I far from it, but you know what. I'm not all that bad either.

Paint peels off my finger nails

I wear too much jewelry

And not enough makeup

My hair is often unkempt

And my feet are too flat

But oh do my eyes

Put stormy skies to shame

My body is mediocre I know

My memory is cloudy

And I’m not always right

But damn do I know how to turn a phrase

I may not always be logical

And I’m a little strange

But oh does my imagination

Overflow in myriad paint on canvas

My mind is hard to understand I know

So I’m a little damaged

And I’ve got my dark spots

But I still believe in love

The goodness of people

And I would give my

       [mind] (body) and �"soul �"

For those I love

My Soul is a sacred place I know

Author's Note

everything here is intentional

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

O.K. You have peeling fingernails,
a medium body and you believe (hung up on)
something called love (like/lust).
You are a little strange, illogical, can`t remember
stuff and you would give yourself to someone
whom you fancied. Your soul is a sacred place.
Very descriptive, not sure how attractive, but
descriptive of how you see the girl you love.
Not fond of poetry, but psychology is a whiz.
You, Tori have analyzed yourself and wish to know
how others see you--- I would swap sme tall tales
for a little poetry---maybe.
---- Eagle

[kera moondust]

Swap tales for poetry? =o and thank you. I think ^^