my perceptions and dreams
are my unique creation
no one can take that away from me
not even in my worst nightmares
I am my own conqueror—
my own fantasy
Tag: #inspiration
Warmth
Night approaches
I’ll dream of you
And hug you tight
To keep you warm
Sunrise casts a warm spell
Reassurance
My promise was kept
© NIGHTLIGHT
26/12/17
There are parts of me that want to stomp
The earth’s crust for being cruel
What better thing is there to do
When human didn’t know
The pain to be blue
© NIGHTLIGHT
A Thorny Rose
A thorny rose
A colossal beauty
Blossoms
Beneath raging vines
A bold attraction—lustfully craved
Artfully engaging its prey
Seductive play
Feeding on desire
Bodacious it lay
False echoes of purity
Vapidly tethered to her control
A sharp pierce by her touch
Lips stained maliciously red
Bewitched by the vision of perfection
Profusely drawing blood
Though endlessly in love
Defeated by farewell
Immersed in her spell
A fool’s game
-Kristen
29/06/2017
Pour me a glass of wine
Things are to be fine
Daylight impatiently subsiding
Somber pink hues arrange
Merciful to the day—beautiful
Mesmerized by the likes of the skies
Openly free, an endless sequence to see
Illuminating smears so vast amongst us
Feeling minuscule in body,
Yet complex in it all
Surrounding each being is delicate skies
Reassuring that everything will be just alright
No one neglected or wrong to its presence
In this moment alone we may all unite
We all deserve breaks from this battle of distance
Struggling to accept the creation of all
Reluctant to trust though options are dwindling
The lustful skies scream for my surrender
I must veer my relents and find peace that may stay
My thoughts are unique, bothersome to say
for this reason, I’ll forfeit become better—more present
I will believe in this moment
I will be safe in a meaning
But the more that I can see
The less I obey
Tempted and thirsty I say
Pour me a glass of wine
-Kristen
Hearing Silence
Hearing Silence
By: Kristen S
The voices of strangers
Undefined vigorous speech
Public spaces —
A breeding ground for thee
A cornucopia of tones
Unsettling pitches
Working together
To become unknown
An array of words
The tongue may master
Impaired mind,
Blurry vision,
Struck by confusion
Barriers to hear
Messages become unclear
A noisy pursuit
Traveling voices
Filling the air swiftly
Hazy fog clouds fast appear
Surrounding my entirety
Skimming my ears
Blocked by the mind
So silence may be defined
Why does the quietness draw me in?
As a conversation may draw in
A person searching for
Comfort, or joy
This exact reality leading me to
Confinement
Bars of steel
Paralyzing the mind
Unable to Feel
Noise subsiding
An abundance of thoughts
Not to be heard by the average ear
Followed by thunder — bang
When noise is disturbed
My silence loses grip
My thought become heard
Loud in my mind
Noise is retained
In my thoughts,
And my mind
And silence fast approaches
When the voices arrive
Disturbing my being
Gone for the time
In a world where noise
Is created when silenced
And the chatter of voices
Become quiet and null
Unsettling in my mind
Hearing nothing at all
Until tension becomes freedom
To be awakened with time
Pic credit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/216172850840728174/
Zombies
This poem communicates the reality of socially constructed behaviour. In today’s society sometimes we fall victim to neglect self-made thoughts or we lack the inspiration to think beyond what is essential. We are in a world full of pressures and stresses that may get us caught up in a sea of sameness.
Been there.
Done that.
I hope you enjoy my story and without further ado here is my poem:
We are socially conscious creatures searching for truth
Entertaining constructed ideas, which present us no use
Who are we really?
And how may we thrive?
Shall we execute this pre-conceived context on how we survive?
I know it’s no use and we’ll do what we do
But what if there was truth for me and for you
Our roots are not constructed
Our roots do not struggle
To tell us the truth on how we are subtle
So how may we peacefully strive for rebuttal
To become just ourselves and rightfully settle
Our social aggression shining through to be fierce
But what if I told you being human was scarce.
Its time to let loose and open up who we are
As the idea of living is seemingly too far
Today there’s no beauty
Today is a shame
Lost in the motions pretending to be tame
The truth makes us different
Yet forever in sync
So will you lead me away to a place that will think?
Migrate to a time that will suit our existence
A time that may cherish
The mind and the soul
Where our hearts may survive
And our breaths may be whole
Picture credit: http://artnectar.com/2010/06/daily-inspiration-20-zombie-art/
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