With pen and ink Paper and light And a turn of phrase I start to write Of dreams and hopes Of nightmares and fears With strokes of ink A poem appears Like witch's spell Or bard's pub song From poet's heart My words are drawn To craft clever poems Each word I must weave Into a construction A heart can believe Whether magic or mischief Love story or lie I've just crafted a poem And now bid goodbye -gws
You treat me like a beautiful mind Asking my opinions Exploring ideas You invite me to engage in discordant conversation And uncomfortable curiosity You bid me to think deeply To test the boundaries of my beliefs You ask me to pull you down rabbit holes of rumination Neither of us sure where we will be lead Yet both of us excited for the journey We discuss, debate, and discover We challenge, and question, and deadlock Always honest and vulnerable Open, curious, and safe Exchanging thoughts and perspectives With the utmost love and respect And I thank you for every luminous minute -gws
When my roots are nourished The fire at my core ignites The light returns to my eyes As my soul flares bright with renewal Colors become more vivid Flavors more complex My pupils dilate The world is exciting again Enticing again When my roots are nourished My mind becomes expansive Filled with possibilities, curiosities, and wonderment My blood sings universal mysteries into my ears As I become wholly seated in my body So that I may experience life Amongst the tapestry of human sensations When my roots are nourished I crave deeper connections My need for physical touch grows Primal energy infuses my thoughts and dreams As I desire to experience the universe on a spiritual level Burning across the sky in an explosion of sacred energy Enlightened and sated and complete -gws
Venom and vitriol spill from your lips like waterfalls Splashing your acidic emotion onto everyone within earshot And like a corrosive acid Your droplets of rage dissolve peace and trust into Fumes of airborne poison Born like toxic dandelion seeds in a wind storm The toxin violates ears and thoughts and hearts Plants fear Births reflexive anxiety Rivers of cortisol flow through my blood The sickness consuming calm like a cancer Slowly destroying and corrupting every relationship That comes into contact with it -gws
I cannot describe the powerful alchemy that occurs when I engage in deep conversation with someone I vibrate with It fills up the place where magic lives in my soul It is like rain in the desert It makes me whole -gws
No one knows No one knows the unfathomable rage I am home to No one sees the hot coals behind my eyes No one hears the internal screaming resounding in my chest No one feels the radiant heat of my simmering anger No one knows the infinite plans of vengeance I push down No one knows the resilient heat of the embers of resentment hidden just below the surface No one witnesses the growing of my impotent fury I am a soul under pressure I am determined to produce diamonds and not explosions Some days the beast pleads to be freed so its tongue can lash and its claws can rip I am stronger than my base self And I will restrain the monster until I can heal the wounds that feed and fuel it I am resolved to not become or be consumed by the monster My desire to be whole is greater than my desire to fracture and destroy No one knows I am fighting to heal No one knows that I am determined to heal I know I will heal I will heal I will be whole -gws
You don't know me But you think you do I am the one who rides The one who looks out from the eyes with impartial curiosity I am here I am, also, not I am the third person perspective Existing in a first person world Standing in front of you But hiding in plain sight -gws
A Book of Images by W.T. Horton & W. B. Yeats Published 1898 What wonderment do you contain Are you an account of actualities Or a tome of terrors A book of observations Or imaginings Your title so simple Your cover art surreal With its hand drawn landscape Or is it a dreamscape Did you inspire Did you create controversy Did you find a home on many Victorian library shelves Or did you gather dust in obscure bookshops Unnoticed and unread Your goldenrod cover calling to patrons like a beacon -gws
Wake them Dress them Feed them Then it's off to school Pick them up And bring them home Provide a snack or two Help them with their homework Hold them when they're sad Help them learn to regulate Themselves when they are mad Attempt to feed them dinner Then it's time for bed Pick out a book or two From favorites we have read Bandage up their owies Make sure they brushed their teeth Check beneath their beds to prove There's nothing underneath One last kiss for comfort And then to tuck them in Then off to sleep for mommy To begin it all again -gws
Dear Book Boyfriend, I missed you. I can't wait to spend time with you. Who will you be this time? Are you tall and dark with a brooding manner, Or are you dapper, dashing, daring, and dangerous? Will we play games of will, Or will you lure me with chivalry? I'm ready to match wits with you. Ready to be Incensed, Worshiped, Betrayed, Persuaded, Enthralled, Rescued by you. I am ready to despise, Entreat, Crave, Trust, Betray, Rescue, Surrender to you. Are we friends this time? Lovers? Strangers? Enemies? Will we live a fairy tale, Or a war? Will there be a cliffhanger? Don't tell me how our story will unfold. I'd hate to spoil the journey. I will join you soon, Amongst our wood of dead trees. My kettle is on, and my blanket is ready. I cannot wait to fall in love with you again. -gws
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