»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #23
»
Mood Writings
| Open Poetry #23 |
|
Mood Writings |
|
|
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
|
Mood Writings I try to hold out, not write of the dark the moods intense, that show their face. I'd drink the wine to end the feel to fill the heart and change the pace. The rhythms pound, the hyper acts that wrack my body when peace disconnects, leaving me idled, avoiding the truth baseless in movements with thoughts I collect that take away moments, long overdue blinding my sunset, and dreams powered by the confidence, shelved once again, shattered thoughts the twist and the turns of my moods, words imply. Filled with the sighs that my body proclaims a switch hitter coming from left, sometimes right. I try to hold out, not write of the dark wanting to shed temporary, this night. A little bit bruised, I can brush off the pain the perception of me fooling any and all. As the weariness grows, all that's left is the me in a mood that is swinging on words of recall. Sleeping inside me, the part that is hope, answers my heart when the storming is nil. What can I do when the mood starts its swing a shell of myself, laying down my words still... "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
||
| © Copyright 2002 Wynter Bliss - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Enjoyed this And may you continue to be “laying down my words” Gloom |
||
Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
WynterLady~ I REALLY like the whole of this - 'Filled with the sighs that my body proclaims a switch hitter coming from left, sometimes right' Absolutely AWESOME originality~  *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
