Simply Lived: Selected Poems (3)

November 12, 2019

Purple-like Hue

I dance around in 

Secrets and sparkles

With a purple-like hue

To it all –

I whip my hair around

To the sound

Of my own voice

With a pointed toe,

Straightened legs

And my fingers curled just so,

I dance and dance –

I put on a show,

I dance and dance –

No one would even know

 

Let’s Call It

I am held together

With delicately placed 

Lies

And glue spread with an 

Unconscious sigh,

I tiptoe on creaky floor boards 

Trying not to make a sound –

Let’s call it shatter bound,

Let’s call it a glass of rye 

 

Heart encased in a body that 

Screams self-made,

That screams self-hate,

That screams broken china,

Not just some broken plate,

It screams I could be,

I would be great –

Let’s call it tampered fate,

Let’s call it getting by

 

With a slip of a word,

Or a slip of a tear,

The song of a bird,

Or a cry out in fear -

Let’s call it life’s leer

Let’s call it the lowest high

 

I chew on ceramic

As cuts fill my mouth

Shattered pieces start falling out,

Let’s call it I try. 

 

I Write To Create Reality

I don’t write to embellish or 

Relish in the beauty of reality

 

I write to create reality

 

I write to solidify what 

Floats around in my mind

 

I write to find what does not exist

 

I write so bliss can exist

And so will everything else

That would otherwise

Float around in the depths 

Of an abyss

 

I write to make a physical manifestation,

An accurate representation

Of the endless occupation

Of my stationary mind

 

An entrepreneur, if you will



 

She Was

And she was.... 

Never to be taken at face value, 

A thin leather belt wrapped tightly around her waist 

She’s wild but wants to be put her in her place 

Does what she wants 

Yet somehow with grace 

 

She keeps a pace

It’s fast, yet slow moving, 

Her voice is loud but soothing 

Constantly proving everyone wrong

 

She’s strong 

But not afraid to cry, 

Reserved but not quite shy 

Always talking and nothing spoke was a lie 

Ripped jeans, ball gowns, tight dresses 

She never picked a side 

And yet she could always decide 

 

Her hips moved not with grandeur 

But as if she always had hands on her 

Not quite grasping farther than the surface 

Not quite grasping her true purpose

She gets herself the furthest 

 

She doesn’t get nervous 

Because she thinks every action is worthless in the grand scheme of things 

So she sings like no one is watching 

And dances with such passion it’s shocking

Walking with an unrushed importance, 

Walking like it was a performance, 

Walking with such discordance, 

She embodied nonconformance 

 

She was captivating, she was flooring

In every song she became the chorus,

Constantly stuck in your mind 

 

And you’ll find 

Yourself 

Hurting, 

Yearning 

For her distorted outlook on life

It will be burning a whole in your mind 

 

She was never to be taken at face value 


 

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