Collage of LOVE

I LOVE YOU

Just for Six

   Close your eyes
Clean your heart 

        Fear is Dumb, so are regrets

What we think, we become

Poetry Mash-Up

So much depends

On how I feel.

The words are so familiar

But at my back I always hear

“We were all beautiful once…”

The look of my face when He saw it,

Did He like it?

Does it look beautiful to Him?

I guess…

There are worse things

Than being alone

*The Red Wheelbarrow by William William                

*A New Poet by Linda Pastan  

*To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell  

*The Act by William Williams

*Song of the Little Cripple at the Street Corner by Rainer Rilke                         

*Oh Yes by Charles Bukowski

Who Knew?

Oh the heart...

The only muscle

in the body

that can be broken

with a harsh word,

or be repaired

with a gentle touch...

You're Perfect to Me

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice

Dug my way out, Blood and fire

Bad decisions, That's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down

Mistaken, Always second guessing

Under estimated, Look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please

Don't you ever, ever feel

Like your less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like your nothing

You're perfect to me.

You're so mean,

When you talk, About yourself, You are wrong.

Change the voices, In your head

Make them like you Instead.

So complicated,

Look happy, You'll make it!

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game.

It's enough, I've done all I can think of

Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.

Oh, Pretty, pretty please

Don't you ever, ever feel

Like your less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like your nothing

You're perfect to me.

Perfect by Pink

It Saves Me

I wear a mask. Most don't know or see the mask, but I wear it. I wear it to hide my true self. When I look in the mirror, I sometimes can't recognize myself. I forget to take off the mask and I am a stranger to me. I try to show my true self to people, but the mask protects me from the pain, the anger, the hurt. It shows I am happy and loving on the outside while on the inside. I am screaming, just wanting to let go of the anger, but I can't risk being seen. What will happen if my mask falls off? How will people see me? A fraud? A fake? the mask is my new character. It's the other me. The one that has never been hurt by a word, stabbed in the back by an action, sad from consequences. My mask saves me from being judged. But I can feel my mask slowly attaching more and more. It wants to cover the real me for good. Do I let it? I can become someone else, some one new. But part of me wants to stay. The real me wants to stay.

What makes you happy?

As we have learned in Creative Writing, we will die. So the only thing to do is do what we love. As long as we are doing that, life will be worth living.