The sound waves fill the room
and I hit hard
Manipulating
the Electric
Releasing feelings as
guitar strings bend
My heart speaks musically
I have no choice
I close my eyes
and disappear
The things I couldn’t say before
have voice
My fingers slide to
make emotions bend
Yes, it is
joyfully orchestric
And I’ll know after
all the neighbors heard
Tag: poetry
Cinnamon-y
Already, everybody knows?
who told?
I played it off
as if it’s no big deal.
But news had not a chance
of growing old.
I didn’t know
they cared…
It’s different, and in
quite a special way.
These smiles that I hide
inside are real;
I didn’t know
I’d be the king today.
Co-Macerating
I hoped you would come
Laughter’s the best medicine
Happy going home
Song of Songs
Although I didn’t think
to wear perfume,
And there’s no sunsets
(we have but a light).
King Solomon might
dream of such a thing.
This simple joy:
My loved one
as they sleep.
It’s something that
no money can bring.
Their body as they breathe-
tides of the night.
The subtle feeling that
they are alright.
While gentle tunes
(from YouTube)
fill the room.
Sunsets and Tuberose
So, lately, I’ve been writing
how I feel.
It’s healthy to.be
honest with oneself.
But every time the night
starts to unpeel
The negativity-
I’m overwhelmed!
But there’s honest
happiness,
if you look.
To think good thoughts-
a lot like lifting weights.
And, sometimes,
every thought is one more rep
A weakened mind is buried – dissipates
The metal gym is calling –
one more rep!
What makes you
happy right now?
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