you could paint my portrait but would it picture me?
look at you
cast under lime lights
no prose
no troupe
no rose
the curtains unveiled
it’s revealed to me
in you.
weren’t you a midnight prayer
testing my soft heart?
Weren’t you a debtor to my art?
A credit from where I start?
no more than a picture born
to heal my pain
had you sat down and cried,
had you wept, had you lain?
no more than a mirror in vain,
no,
I had you made up in my mind
every one of your kind
beneath shining eyes lie more to find
beneath skin and bones intertwined
you, my selfish mastermind.
Oh you.
You always said you could paint
my portrait
who were you seeing?
Tag: poem
raw
life with a cloud acts as a dream
maybe the lights are dimmer and
the ground from under you seems to shrink.
life with a cloud is black at 2 am
when you’re rubbed raw
nigredo
waiting for a grey cloud to clear
a cloud lying incognito to outsider ears.
instead of a heart, you’ve got lead
nothing touches you
numb
a day is forever at all, years are as fleeting as a dark waking dream
life with a cloud blurs reality
until all you are is lying in a stranger’s bed, waiting for a change
seeming to float.
the descent into a cloud is lighter than
you may think you’re thick and unscathed,
but your skin is being rubbed raw,
cuts you didn’t know you had
sting.
things you wouldn’t fight against
you suddenly find all around you,
Sleeve rubbing the raw skin with fleshy pain
earthy.
and at the worst of it all,
when the cloud takes your eyes,
daylight to my dark,
it will flood.
white white tiles on me on bright fluorescent
oh, the water comes.
the water comes rushing in.
it’s a moon behind the cloud.
watch closely
it washes your raw, your hurt
and hurt
and hurt over hurt
underwater you thought you’d drown
but at least you can feel again, you’re found
watch, at first it will sting,
wounds too long gone dirt.
oh the floods break.
droplets in your new eyes,
a little too bright, but you’ll adjust
dilate,
you’ll adjust.
long resented, long repented
this is arrival.
learn to show your raw
your let loose,
bare and vulnerable
let them gasp
let the water come
and in the lilies
in the white of the basking sun,
raw.
you will feel loose in your new skin,
too bright,
too pure,
too raw.
let your life with a cloud melt away.
on the ground
you’re out of a haze
blazing red labyrinth
maze of your mind free to be navigated, told and tell
this will be life.
phoenix to the fire
you, you are rising.
ruby of my minds eye
red.
raw was a resolution
to your fire.
don’t take another heart,
ruby red,
aren’t you sanctified?
you’re a fire, you’re a passion
lights up ruddy against it all
in the daybreak
you’ll draw blood
and not look back.
not to say,
that there won’t be pain
but let it serve as a sweet reminder
of how much you’ve survived.
a taste of tongue
burning
yet warm.
hear your own voice
hoarse
all up loud n life
hear it
breaking up to tell your
raw.
it’s not finished, nor will it ever be.
oh no love,
you’re not alone.
for you
girl:
you are not made to be admired
made to be filled
made to be cheeks pinched
rosy red
made to be ladylike pretty perfect
made up
looked down.
girl:
you are not made to be filled
not waiting on him
not needing your other half
cause girl
you are complete.
girl:
not your baby doll,
not your looking good,
not yours to talk down
not yours to make up
not yours to take
break,
not yours.
girl,
you are all your own.