Dicis

Shrugging on the skin ...

You tell me...

not with the

words that pass

through the lips,

that youre willing

to accept this.

 

I am okay with

it. I haven't put

the pen to paper,

the words to the page

in many ages,

so I do equate it

with something so silly

as a rain filling up

a shadow of a puddle

that was there

but disappeared...

 

I have a weakness

you know.

Its right there, in between

the ears, no not the eyes,

not the nose, not the lips

that deem the words

worthy to come through,

slipping and sliding off

brandy shaded mead...

I don't want to spell

it out for you...

 

 

This feels better...

I don't have to feign

the wisdom I didn't have

before this.

Sure, I can be silly,

giggling fits squeaking

out at god knows when

for whatever reason

there is under the sun...

but I can aslo be.

 

Just me.

 

The new skin needs

getting used to.

There's still some smoothing

out that needs to be done,

I'm okay with that though.

Maybe this is what was intened

for me all along.

 

I'll iron the wrinkles out

when the time comes.

Reviews

[cest la vie]

Oh I love this.. Acceptance of oneself, wrinkles and all is a declaration of the will to live. really live..
So many good lines in here, so many..
And just perhaps, no need to iron out the wrinkles. They are what make you unique and plus, they make for good conversation.

Wonderful piece here!!!

[Alessander]

brandy shaded mead..that was my fav part. oh, and rain filling up a shadow of a puddle...I would suggest more imagery to balance out/reinforce the raw confessional feel to it, but who knows...it is very concise, like most of ur work, which I like.

[William 'Wulfy' Crowbou..]

Hello,
Good to read your poetry again. Accepting who we are is not an easy thing. We see the simple external pictures we've built of other people and compare them with the complicated messes we see inside each other. I like the positivity of this poem along with is eloquent emotions.

Editorial note:

as a rain filling up - I'd say the a is supurfluous in this instance.

[Stephen Scaggs]

Dear Angelheaded Hipster,

New skin hangs the balance of the morning whom came and went; as like a snake, the old skin peels off the old life. Well illustrated, especially in the last three stanzas. The third stanza is probably my favorite though, "...that deem the words worthy to come through, slipping and sliding off brandy shaded mead..." are my favorite lines. You capture a vivid picture of old life = new life, brain ≠ heart. Or maybe that's just me. The flow is on key but the rhythm is a little off. Poem could have used some repetition or some rhyming... just found it lacking in some areas. But it's a good poem, with a good message and carried out well. Keep writing. ^_^; Kudos. 9.8/10.

Sincerely,
S. W. Scaggs

[Tommy]

It is funny how one will find peace, by coming to accept that they are themselves. I can relate, because I as well feel that life is too short, and "I'll iron the wrinkles out when the time comes." I like this piece it is so free to the soul. Great work!
RLG,
Tommy

[Robert Luna]

Beauty is a manufactured thought it has not real value for the soul of a person is what make them whole. We are all beautiful, we all hate the way change is a part of human life and we all seek to find the right thing that defines us. I liked the simple scene being laid out for us to bare witness to and being able to form our own story in a sense. The lives of others always is something that has interested me. I love to people watch see how the inter-act with one another and see something that they don't realize is being seen by an outsider. I guess to see real human nature.

Loved it

Great Job!!!!!!!