lifesatrip Posted October 19, 2014 Share Posted October 19, 2014 Please don't judge this too harshly. I'm not a poet. Dreamscapes Merge With Lifescapes challenging old ways of thinking, with an elegance. just letting it go letting it stay in my inner world pursued by the relentless whip bearer the poor girl i'm the girl. the poor girl ready to come out of her cave, her prison she will try again and again to climb out of the pit it's not that deep the world shakes and changes the eyesight shifts its all up and down now up, now down left and right left right real unreal clear and foggy ecstatic, tranquil, terror, boredom, mundane like tremors puzzle pieces shifting to recombine into new disorienting forms puzzles don't do that my endless shame, the lacerating prison, the hell that en-cages me suddenly is hope, liberation the illustrator of lush, sensuous dreams a firm restraint blocking my path a partner in this dance to learn his body to push back to dance with elegance joy love ideals i strive to discarding the self molding it anew witnessing the process handling it with care with love with attention the kind I never got Link to comment
itsallgrand Posted October 19, 2014 Share Posted October 19, 2014 Lovely. Thanks for sharing it. Link to comment
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