Imperceptible

This poem needs no introduction or explanation it speaks for itself. Its meaning is versatile, decide for yourself and what part of your deepest alienation it touches.

I am here,
or do you not see me?
sometimes, i feel like you don't
other times I feel like you won't.

You think I don't understand,
I pretend I don't know
exactly what is going to happen
when we are on our own.
You try to keep it a secret
but we are all aware of how you feel.
This situation is out of control,
this situation is taking its toll.

Why do you not want me
to see, or to hear
what my being is to become?
When I sense the tension,
when I am conscious of the conflict
my future holds,
as every, miserable day, unfolds.

Are my needs so un-important?
That you barely know I exist.
Has this life any fruit?
My world is falling apart, and
all I can do is long to wake up,
where, my life, my nightmare,
finally, comes to an end.

An eternal momment lost

Since this Blog is mostly about my Poetry here is one that is one of the closet to my heart. If anyone had feelings for someone that they could not be with, beacuse of logistics I hope this speaks to your heart as well and to keeping those brief exchanges of memory alive.

A road tarred a deep black
of hot stones, white lines thick

with apprehension, and the width

between them unbearable

I waltz down an alleyway

of my own thoughts
extended into a an expansive
maze of contemplation.

My immersed meditation, preoccupied

not by my own confusion -

but by yours, at the beauty of thy soul

and I muse at thy existence.

Time - the last element in

this tragic tale of obstacles;

seized reality for one beautiful moment.

A moment, that can only be felt,

in the most vulnerable part of a heart.

And now that the cruel hands

of circumstance tick slower

with every breath, I continue

to dance over the floor of the future.

Hoping, that moment,

has not been earased forever.

Bridge xxx

Reflection of a Passion

Everyone has a passion in life. Some more noticeable than others, I want to share something that was inspired by a friend of mine. Not only what I saw in them but myself and every other person who has been so passionate about something that they bare their soul

I stand here...
stripped to the core
Narrow walls encroach my soul,
tall, painted a rich
crimson of passion.

I peer down into the
darkness of blank faces.
My thoughts deafened
by the thumping of my heart.
My stomach twisted
into a tight knot of nerves.

I need to consciously pause my thoughts
for a brief moment of sanity and reality.
I then pour my heart out to you,
releasing every emotion and revealing
my most traumatic vulnerabilities.
For you... when I am with you
my love. I am my weakest, yet
it is you who gives me strength.

I have given you
my complete being.
Which is insurmountable to
what you so willingly give me.
That's what makes our union
so complete, that fills me
with zest from within.

Every moment of agony,
despair, ecstasy,
shared with a closeness
and intimacy that connects
us to the deepest intensity
of one another.

For you, my muse,
I surrender my heart
for you to embody my soul
and enrich my spirit.

You fill me with tumulus emotion.
So rough, untouched my inhibition.
every feeling radiating from
a place deep within.
An area that only you
have touched, experienced,
felt in the deepest part of my thoughts.

My love, my one, my only.
I let you posses me
you control me
you let me live.

Bridge xxx

Why I love Poetry

As a girl of the 21st century, there is nothing like going back a couple of hundred years reading a good classical poem...
It is something that can only speak to the deepest part of a persons soul, but for every poem and every person in a different way.

Poetry has become such a lost art in today's society that it deeply saddens me.
The beauty of Poetry is in its ability to express the most complex feelings or simplest images in the most alluring way. It is truly an art form that expresses some of the purest emotions of the soul.

The reason for my love of poetry firstly stems from the process of actually writing it, and the effect it has on ones psych. From start to finish its the most rewarding process that puts all ones emotions on paper so as to take the most complex feelings and expressing them in the most beautiful, powerful images that's visual effect describes your emotions completely. It is for me the best form of Catharsis.

Secondly in the interpretation of poetry itself! Every poem will mean something different for different people according o their own personal experiences and understanding. You never know what the poet really meant you only know the effect it has on you and how it makes you feel inside.

It a personal piece of the poets heart and soul that they put into every poem
and more so it touches your heart and soul so deeply that only that poem could describe the influx of emotion.

Independence

As my first post I would like to take this opportunity to explain what I would like my blog to be about. I want it to be fun, entertaining and relevant. It is for anyone and everyone with a keen quick sense of humor and an inclination to individuality. I want it be able to showcase my unique style and sense of individualism. To be completely honest and 100% free... This blog is indubitably all about me, about my life, about my experiences, my views and opinions and my personality. It is going to be simple and poetic and I would love everyone to share any similar feelings and experiences to post without inhibition

I have never kept a diary before, Only a book of poetry...
slowly but surely I would to share this as well, as an unstripping of my soul and cleansing of my spirit. Each day you are going to learn a new part to different, multi dimensional individual with so many facets to her personality she does not know where to begin, herself. So as I unfold my story before you, I hope you will unfold yours...

Bridge xxx