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Post by creativesoul » February 18th, 2011, 5:03 am

i had braces, which i had removed , i had a brief stint with my real father, and my step mother. i took acid with the guy that worked at the gas station down the street. i really wanted to grow up, move away from the crazy adults i knew. he had a blue chevy impala .i saw angels in the sky that night.i had sex in the impala with carl,at the beach--- My father drank, his wife wanted to try my sleeping pills, so i gave her a one, she fell face down on the bed.
i used to hitch hike everywhere, from 13 on. hollywood ,i did not wake up with intentions, they came to me like smoke, or dreams.
people like me walk in a way that for most, seems from the outside in, like it is easier, but it isnt. having to find what to do in a creative way often comes as inspiration, but a certain amount of energy is required......most people dismiss me, as i do not fit in the box. the range of emotions creative people experience is a bit more intense than those that do "fit in".
the spirit world directs the places i go and the things i do-crazy as i may seem i get exactly what i need which includes american spirit red cigs on kauai-people say "you are indian" i smile, yes i am-naked in the moment-i feel wide awake, full of light, all the things i let bother me are gone tonite. what has happened in the past is getting left there.
i was so innocent, so naive. i see the pictures of me now and i feel like i am looking at someone i do not know, because i do not, i tried to kill her with as many chemicals as i could find.Now she is returning in a shy quiet way, yearning for love...i listen to her, what she thinks, see no one ever cared, least of all me what she thought or felt, just be nice, and giving, they will love you...they loved me the best they could, but my love is the love she needs.she does not have to kill herself anymore...
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Post by joel » February 18th, 2011, 9:34 am

creativesoul wrote:i did not wake up with intentions, they came to me like smoke, or dreams.
she does not have to kill herself anymore...
All awesome...these lines are brilliant.
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Post by saw » February 18th, 2011, 3:16 pm

" see no one ever cared, least of all me/ what she thought or felt"

I like the way poem compares two seemingly unrelated lives, that are in fact one in the same......I often, as well, can hardly believe how different I am now as compared to other decades, each one a schooling on life...

nice work, c soul.......
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Post by creativesoul » February 18th, 2011, 6:11 pm

thanx guys tears and smiles!
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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