unwords, unthoughts, unreason, unrhyme & unpoetry
caterpillars, cocoons & butterfliesPatience, or Not
You hurt me with
Your stony silence,
Fertile imagination
Creates stories
From nothing.
Escape me this world
Else I may lose my mind
Shaking from the cold
Inside.
Wait me this boy
Impatience grows
Cruel, sullen, slow
Hesitation creeps
Outside.
Swing both ways,
Living proof of a livid
Angel in disguise.
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I have a tendency to get caught up and lost in the world, still trying to discover what my gift is and how to use it. I write either when I'm deliriously happy (right now it's magic and butterflies though that is changing on a daily basis) or depressingly upset, so it's one extreme or the other, never a happy balance or medium. I love imagery and try and capture what I see in my mind's eye but sometimes I just don't have the words...I hope you enjoy reading, please tell me what you think!
Escape me this world
Else I may lose my mind
Shaking from the cold
Inside.
… I hear that … Lord I hear that!