Perspective 1

[creativesoul]

She looked out the window
In her mind : there was more than that
There was clutter in that mind

She wanted to be loved
Didn’t even understand what that meant

Just wanted warmth and laughter
See
How was she going to know love?
Passion screamed at her

She could only imagine a painless world
The diligence was deafening
She tried to shut out the insanity
Insulation and defenses built her a fort-
She wanted to go somewhere else
Anywhere
Now she spoke in dry wit and bitterness
She dreamed of cigarettes and toxic substances
None of which would touch her lips

She couldn’t think about anything but being a grandmother
A better person
All that stuff she loved
Was useless in the face of that kind of divine

[saw]

humans are intense creatures
of habit, we love our routines
our addictions we believe
can take the place of no-show-love
we hate to give up old patterns
we believe they are our friends
we hate change of any kind
until not making it becomes too painful
and when the light shines in our heart
we wonder why did I wait so long


love the truth you express
it's raw courage that helps any reader that comes upon it

[creativesoul]

It hurt her throat sometimes
When she looked at him to say
That she sold paintings that day
The tears rolled down her cheeks
She could feel his contempt

Why
She cried at the little black pieces of tape designed to censor her nipples and vagina
Where did she get that perspective
How to love a complicated species

[creativesoul]

Thank you for change
Walking under the stars
Willingness
Yes thank you
Pieces of peace

[silent woman]

i heave heard that change is the only constant
spent my life trying to get to somewhere
then I got old and anyplace was somewhere
not doing too good here at making the point I was making
Nietzsche said it all with two words, unfortunately they were not English words
but I think I know what he meant

for years I thought of women as men with vaginas and breasts
you might say I had the reverse of penis envy
then I had an episode with some chemicals and a woman who saw the movie The Trip
and wanted to check it out.

It was the sweetest orgasm I have ever had, and the most tragic
It was after that I became a Jesus freak for a while, but Nietzsche words came back to comfort me
and I was grateful again that I was created just a man

pardon the ramble sis, just had to write that
thanks for the poetry that keeps me pecking away at these keys

[creativesoul]

Interesting I wonder if it is in the folds
Or is it all out in the open
No secret passageways
If those places could open the soul
Then I welcomed the intrusive behaviors
Of somewhere I had not been yet