There are several realities and endless possibilities simultaneously existing. What are yours?
Derrière la porte...
Years of frustration burden her heart She’s aware of the scars still there Wants a change but where to start? Clears her head, ignores their stares
As she walks passed them, she’s alone And yet the room is full of fools She turns to see them, hearts of stone Smiles so fake equate a mules.
Game face on she thanks them softly Hears the whispers and laughs unkind A cold hearted world in which we live Precarious position in which we find
Ourselves today when we define Who we are and where we should be She wonders if she’ll ever be free To be ‘who’ she wants to be, you see
And suddenly she stumbles upon him Shocked at things she learns anew Talented, yes, he’s always been but this Philosophy is fascinating, fabulous too!
Her heart begins to pound, eyes wide Butterflies inside and she cries, she cries. His words have evoked so much inside That she thought was lost long ago.
And so she’ll love him from afar Dreaming of him and wishing on a star Praying God will grant her this only wish To join their souls in eternal bliss.
Is there more? We’ll have to see… But if you’re reading this, my love to be I can only say how much you mean to me And I intend to wait, for I believe
Your heart and mind is well worth The quiet nights I’ve spent alone And no one-NO one will ever compare To thee. I love you and I love you and me.
"Game face on she thanks them softly
Hears the whispers and laughs unkind
A cold hearted world in which we live
Precarious position in which we find"
I liked how you told a story in the poem and it also reads like a love letter to me especially the end. A good piece with a nice flow and rhythm. But I think the colour of the text needs changing. Seems as if you wrote this in fading ink ;p ;)
Truly honest, emotional, desires behind your write shows who you are sometimes, it was good...and you used black and white, i assume it as good in bad as the symbol of kung fu....is that correct?...well i enjoyed it...
I do understand the words below.
"Your heart and mind is well worth
The quiet nights I’ve spent alone
And no one-NO one will ever compare
To thee. I love you and I love you and me."
Love make us dream and dance. We need to love more and dance more dear Poet. Thank you Anastasia for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote