Hello followers!
So I will be switching over to another blog that I created through wordpress. I’m leaving this one up for now until I get all my work transferred over to the new one. But any new work I do will go straight here: https://longprewrites.wordpress.com/.
Thanks to all of you for following me!
I am nothing to be curious about.
I am in few pieces to put together,
and I paint a picture of several cliques
that I hope will bring hope into my life like sun-shiny weather.
I am nothing to analyze over.
I emerge from a storybook in a beaded, purple gown.
Long, braided hair weaves together a tale that I have grown
accustomed to telling; a false image I present, despite how I feel deep down.
I am nothing interesting.
You want more, but I am static.
I am too far down in being the optimistic, straight-A girl
to delve into a true sense of self that stretches beyond a number or letter.
Don’t figure me out, because then you’ll see that I am not a dark, mysterious soul
with a tragic, wild story to tell. I am just a pretty, preppy, princess waiting for things that aren’t real.
My puzzle is simple; a perfect image of what’s expected,
And when you put the pieces together,
That’s all you’ll ever see.
I had this poem recently published in an anthology. I would be honored for some constructive criticism.
Sincerely,
Poetofmidnight
Imagination
A desolate space of wordless heart,
damned in meaning from the very start.
A voice depleted of elation.
A marriage without consummation.
Until I break from pattern.
I birthed a universe through the bottom of my bed and beneath the whites of my eyes.
I magically made a sky of emerald clouds and the grass a sapphire hue.
I concocted a device that uprooted purple pandas from rainbows that smiled;
they sang with soaring wizards with wands of kissable candy cane riddles on their lips.
Then a gust of sin blew away
the light.
Darkness swiped its cape over the land.
No fear, I vanquished its illusion, because I was king.
I gathered wool in a place where rivers ran of honey and trees melted to dust;
where all the scents were that of color;
where the world loves all around.
A world of beauty, that lies in continuity.
mysteryofwriting 