I PAINTED MY HEART By Artutee

I was told to write a one word story

I was told it should hold pain and joy in it

The fangs of hope and dissapointment should be embedded on it

That it should be a symbol of what's to come but still a reminder of our past

I was told to let it speak but never to have a voice

So I settled for 'love' as my choice

I chose to poke the heart

Of its feelings

I drew it's image up on my wall

And it sure told a tale of happy endings

It for sure held mixed feelings up its ink

It marked beginnings

Sometimes it had faded lights at its brink

Flickers of a future and memories that persuaded a thought

I chose love for it made me write this without a whisper

No voice,no echo

Just a guilt between pen and paper

Comments

ALL LIFE TIMES

A million words would not sound you out You inspire this feeling that makes me want to shout Priceless I choose to write Sound my heart unequivocally a cross life and time That it may never be forgotten that I loved And deeply so How I chanced upon you I can't tell But it must have been written in the stars That you will be the healer of my scars That love I will find on a mountain so high That flying would never be easy But splendor that is to die for This is a little loco Somehow it feels like I need your permission to breathe You leave me breathless in a nice way But this breathless is terrifying when you are away Delicate noble one you smashed me, a monster who would not break In the heat of everythig and in the rain of love A zillion flames would not melt me What is hotter than your presence and cuteness What is colder than your absence and silence How would my heart not crack in such a switch What would forge me back if not the enchanting flames of your love In all worlds I

OVERSTAYED VISIT

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

THE PARADOX

The fact that the reason to hold on is bigger than the reason to give up Does not trivialize your pain The fact that you neither shed a tear nor made a sound Does not mean you never cried The fact that you smiled all through the ceremony does not mean you were happy The fact that you are alive and happy Does not mean you aren't dead A strange ghost animating your body Not your dream self The fact you woke up with a plan Does not mean you aren't drifting through life The fact that you love a song Does not mean it makes you happy The fact that you woke when the alternative seemed lucrative Tells that you have outsmarted the paradox once more

Philosopher's Pen

Search This Blog