To start my poetry endeavours I guess it would be dandy to start where I remember true joy?
I apologize but, I like to talk in the third person, so............ don't mind me I'm just in my own head.
Ok Monae' ... Here goes everything.
As pen is put to paper
and my arms only know to scribble
these thoughts of mine cannot escape
the box in which they're hidden
You're young it seems, Slightly conscious, not entirely awake
You are such a Joy
saturated in love
so crying? it's hard to fake
But now Its not the same
the happiness got strained out of my fragile body
around the time I was playing hide and seek
my mind soaked the universe in
and the stars are now desperate to peek
I suppose I could rhyme in my mothers womb
but even my mom could not appreciate
the child that loved her unconditionally
the child born without hate
my canvas was bare until I saw her face
a withered smile slightly annoyed by my embrace
now I know the taste
of playing hide and seek alone
will she find me I wonder
will she ever come along
She'll come back for me
she wont leave me in the dark
the universe inside of me
the twinkling little stars
I'm sorry for being loving
I'm sorry, I don't understand?
my brain has not yet developed it seems..
I can only scribble with my hands.
I guess these poems are meant to heal me, I'm sorry but I'm too emotionally constrained right now to punctuate.
YOU ARE READING
Flower
PoetryMy thoughts are no more than short arrays of dis-function and occasional sunshine and caramel popcorn and poetry seems to be the best way to describe what I am thinking and what I'm going through.....without getting completely bored.
