Jhereck5954

Here's a poem to the promises that so many have vowed to, but have so reluctantly forgotten, and to the rounded slots for the rounded characters that doesn't quite accept my cornered figure. Here's a poem to acceptance, and it's abused vulnerability. Here's a poem to capability, to being questioned, and to concepts being marginalized, because from either comes the wisest of the advents with conviction. Here's to wisdom, the legend that progressively ceases to be both a deity and a necessity, along with chastity, dignity, and charity. Here's to the linchpins of life that people find to be itchy parasites. Fleas. Cowards we've become; lazy c

A look through the window and rays of golden yellow luminecence jump into my eyes. The liquid of my eyes turn into beautifully cool lava as their veins brightly glow with sun shafts and spiraling, brightly yellow embers. My eyes continue to molten, as phoenixes, eagles of ash, butterflies of flames, and shooting stars of lava burst from my spacing out and cosmos-glued eyes. The beings of fire and lava dancingly charge straight into the vacant world of psychadelic and iredescent nebulas, dusts, and mind-reminding stars, where they streamingly flow from plant to planet to moon, to other planetary child

An aquatic butterfly from a half-frozen rain drop flies directly into the middle of my cotton-dry eyes. It then slowly falls from my eye, down to my jaw, where it falls, forming an invisibely clear, yet boldly outlined tear. Butterflies of water continue to invade; falling from my cheeks, onto the ground that's high-fiving the bottom of my feet. The tears fall and eventually bloom into 4-foot tall Pink and Blue flowers, with your head as the flower's face. I don't know where to start. The flowers grow wherever I walk, yet nothing is happening afterwards; No love, no signs, no second chances... Nothing.

The chance fell into my fingers and then converted into a lie; ...It's my fault for being too much of a fool who's too afraid to take a risk by re-talking to you. -------------------------------------------- It's been what--- a month or so? --People are beginning to want to know of our current status. I tell them it's in the past; for now and forever... Along with the motivation that brought me closer to your eyes. But the people, then, either sigh and understand, or (lightly) internally sob as they clench their fists. ----------------------------- Some tell me to try re-talking to you. I tell them I've pl

Emptiness mocks the silence in the air by copying and repeating the sky's vacant voice. Blank... Just like the clock that exists in your eyes, with the hands aimlessly ticking while no destination motivates. *-_-*-_-*-_-*- -*-_-*-_-*-_-* -----------------(poem2)------​---------- Smiles and personalities bloom as the winter clouds continue to grow gloomy. Beauty ignites the screaming silence as our voices awaken the recently frozen vacation of our spirits. The sad part is: It's only monday. ...What else could we ask for? *-_-*-_-*-_-*- -*-_-*-_-*-_-* -----------------(poem3)------​---------- My eyes g

My mind twists and weaves through my fingers as word-covered visions storm on in. The dark side of my eyeballs proudly gape as my mind yawns waves of colorful spacing outs, that show people and scenery covered and out-lined with words and rhymes.

This world is full of love that's sadly shackled by barb wires of golddiggers, players and useless drama... And even though people make it seem so easy to find "true love," my hands, sadly, still remain only vacant for someone else's.

It's a shame how cute guys... or any guy, never open up or speak out loud. It's even more of a shame how there's never any gays in the midway bogus crowd that is High School. I wonder... Is this a fad or a prominent game? Is this how my luck rolls, battling girls for guys, Or am I just not looking in the right spot For that special one?? Whatever it is, I've missed out on some really hot guys... But only because they've never had rainbows swm in their eyes, ...Or because I'm simply too shy.

The sun glows, the spirit slowly slightly grows, and tomorrow's shiny, anticipated eyes come to show... However, while things are "oh-so peachy," my heart only rains snowfalls of tears and yawns of fluctuating, and useless yearnings of sleep and or you.

Today is missing something; Color? ...No.... Love... Cherishment... Excellence... Significance,.. Anything and everything; too much to list. Today is a negating mirror dawned from the transitioning orange-to-blue mists of yesterday. Today is a spring of fog-painted and stolid-covered twists and turns that travel up and down the receding and returning, half-shown smiles and frowns of our beings. Today is a bit of a gloomy poem itself; only instead of lines of rhymes, it brings in layers upon layers of gray-weathered clouds, chills, winds, and imaginations that have yet to be fulfilled by us; th