Request Feedback
Time Undone
I've been alive for 28 years now, And my owner has always been very good to me. Making sure my hands have always kept moving, And my tick has always tocked. I've sat on her wall since she was gifted to me On her 50th birthday by her older sister Sharlene. The first time she saw me, She said I was the most beautiful of clocks she had ever seen. Hand painted with pink and blue roses And a beautiful shine. She hugged me in her arms And for the first time I felt the warmth Of loves touch. Like clockwork, the first day of every third month, She'd take me down off the wall and replace my batteries. Didn't matter if I needed new ones or not She always made sure I was alive and well.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
Life in its entirety
How ecstatic it is to have the power to express yourself and yet not be able to communicate with efficiency and clarity. Humans are bestowed with the gift of conversational abilities, the knack of talking about ideas, views, thoughts, emotions and experiences yet we are the ones that always let the air of misunderstanding settle amidst our relationships. Life in its entirety is measured less with your possessions of materiality and more with how many moments of joy, sadness, pain and anger have you experienced, who you share it with and how contented you are at the end of the day with yourself.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Rise Again
Tried and true my soul does speak Reaching through, and breaking silence Thoughts so fragile, made of glass Pieces shattering from unspoken violence. ~*~ Running around in spiral circles Valiantly chasing empty promises Cleaving to a false hope given, My own personal Adonises. ~*~ Believing yet, of a future secure Dreams of copacetic connection Trying my hand at this thing called hope "Is this love?" Being the truest of questions. ~*~ Bleach stained moments, Selective is how I choose to remember Idolizing the good over the bad My white flag I willingly surrender. ~*~ Deep feeling thoughts, deeper filled cuts Wounds that will not heal What was once an innocent heart Now can no longer feel. ~*~ Eager for the sunlight to touch my skin Breaking through this new formed stone Finding light, unbinding the darkness Ready again to take the throne.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
