• Life



    dreams are not unrealistic
        but, people can be
            and the limits we put on ourselves
                 often shelves that more golden thought

    overwhelmed by sorrow
    we put away for overmorrow
    which quite frankly never arrives

    and i am guilty as well
    sitting here in my paint by number hell


    my creativity and concinitty
         are often in the vicinity of some deep slumber
              wake up from the sleep over
    or wash it off
         with strong soap and heavy water


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    dahlusion commented on waiting


    Beautifully composed in its dreamy language and self-critical explanations; a lyricism of impatient suffering and exploration in thinking. Bravo!



    i wish everyone spoke like you ! especially about poetry ! thank you so much, Dahlu. I am one of YOUR fans !!!



    Thank you! And I look forward to your posts.

    cheronld commented on waiting


    What comes to mind after reading this....is but one thought that came from a movie title.....EYES WIDE SHUT.....it fits my inner voice of this write....nice my friend....somehow I think for you, it may be and stay....unfinished...lol....Cher



    thank you , Cher. I feel like I have missed you even though I have never met you. I miss your comments and critiques. how have you been ? I have been on sort of hiatus because i have been concentrating on putting together and creating watercolor paintings for my own art exhibit this Fall. YAY ! thank you.



    Ahhh...thanks Crush....but I get it....I have missed reading you as well...time just seems to get away from us...but I'm doing fine....Congratulations on your upcoming Exhibit...btw...put one aside for me on the down low.....Lol...take care of you and yours....Cher

    trocka7 commented on waiting


    Love it! "Paint-by-number hell" is a fabulous line, totally captures the self imposed limitations we all seem to have without even knowing it, until we of course attain a level of consciousness where we can step outside of ourselves and observe our own behaviours. And even when we have that ability, we can so easily be drawn back in without even noticing that we are indeed shelving our "golden thoughts"....



    thank you ! i thought this one was too choppy and lacked the flow that i so seperately seek. however, with all that said, you got my message loud and clear. thank you for taking the time Trocka7

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Crush’s Poems (59)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    carried off by owls 1
    Santa Claus Is Coming Around 1
    skin 2
    the midnight girl 1
    hold 1
    here 0
    the other 1
    flashback 1
    violent pretty 1
    the people in the attic 1
    the ride 1
    my nightmares are awake 1
    no bugs 6
    waiting 3
    welcome 5
    a fetus in a clear bowling ball 6
    crows feet 7
    rats 5
    the mobster 4
    perfect 6
    jumper 5
    lady godiva 3
    malaise 3
    pirate 4
    flight on time 3
    fear of falling 4
    unfinished crow ? 5
    touch ( aka, am i made of summer ) 8
    elephant 5
    cancer 8
    skyline 5
    st. saviour 2
    satellites 4
    were you waiting for me ? 10
    snapshot 5
    fists 12
    lauren 17
    insomnia 18
    ceremony 12
    mother 14
    ash 27
    the june bug 15
    low 19
    thorns 10
    paralyzed 9
    mr. sparkle 15
    dresses 15
    glass 13
    cemetaries 18
    throe 18
    if i fell in love 27
    pills 22
    off black 20
    mannequin 22
    umbrage 12
    sick boy 12
    kelly has a big head 21
    unfairly fairy 26