This poem was written during a phase where I had recurring bouts of sleep paralysis, something I have dealt with for years. Basically, I would feel like I was awake, lying in bed, and something or someone was coming after me, but I could not move to get away from it or scream for help – a combination of hallucinations and actual physical paralysis. Upon waking from this, I would be too filled with anxiety to go back to sleep.
She cannot begin to express to you
how she truly feels, except
through her artistic rendering.
As a painter who places paint on
a canvas. As a photographer who
uses the lens of her camera to
capture the beauty of a single
moment…
A poem written for the women who have been hated by some just because they are beautiful. For the ones whose intelligence and warm personalities went unnoticed.
The beating
Of your heart
So fast, so strong
Rattles my cheek
As my face lies
Upon your chest…
How lamentable you were
Lying in a bed of fallen leaves
Head twisted up to the sky
Gazing nowhere through
Those open lifeless eyes
I photographed you so…
Artistic types of people show their true selves, deepest thoughts, strongest emotions and even pieces of their subconscious through their form of art.
Love is like a thick rubber band
When pulled by time or distance
It becomes unbearably taut…
Mansion near the mountain top
I wonder what goes on
Inside those brick walls of yours
Vast amounts of space you give
Is there someone who makes use
Of every exquisite square inch…
The clouds want nothing more
Than to shower the earth below
With the heavy rains it holds within
Sometimes, they suppress that urge
Waiting for the earth to show need…
I welcomed you
Handsome stranger
Into my world
Blithely I let you
Play the role of thief
Stealing my heart…