The strangest route of all,
Forcing me to go on
In this beautiful mess,
The road to love’s caress.
Searching for this map,
I was still trapped in a gap.
But when moving along,
The path was bringing on
The most fitting embrace,
A map that lead to grace.
And achieving Paul’s heart
Gave me the best start
To get to that point
Where is stillness and joy.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall” see what I see?
Best of all? No one is gonna be
So deeply misguided by you,
I know the damage you do.
Better imperfect like me, but truly free.
I choose from a wide palette of shades just to
Reveal what is latent, concealed. A beauty ,my skin
That shows what comes within. It is health, happiness, sometimes
Joy, sometimes less, but it helps me achieve the best look.
It’s a hook, but it’s real. Make up on: I can be fully me.
In high hopes I dive,
Not wondering why
Security sails away from my
Eyes, thick wishes are
Carresing a thought, I’m
Unusually lost and
Regretting the past,
Ever wanting to last.
Today’s device: alliteration
Today’s form: haiku
Burning branches by
The shore, warming souls, faces
And more, night begins.
It is a ‘bit harder than I thought…and along with this I realize that my goals are blurry.But now I have to think it deeper and I’m loving this.
Nr.1. Sending “my message” out there
Nr.2. Remarkable notoriety . Is it to much to ask? 😉
Nr.3. Gaining more followers .
“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.” Oscar Wilde
How to say it better , writers? Searching for my voice, my unique hidden writing voice is harder than I thought. It feels like chasing something in the forest, having some glances at it but not fast or trustful enough to catch it.
But, I ‘m seriously working on this.
Edith was facing me again,
Trying in a way to explain
Something hidden inside herself.
Three years it took her to obtain
This old truth, her odd pain.
Running from it, just did’t work.
And now she had to take it out
Looking at it will make her doubt
Everything that she thought she knew?
“No matter whom I’m with or where
I seem to need no one, but then
I feel alone, in a good strange way
This makes me guilty? Because I stay ?
Although I’m partnerless.. everyday.
Yesterday I felt like Michael, from the movie with the same name. John Travolta is the main actor. Perhaps some of you remember it. I feel like Michael, for one day, it’s full of sheer happiness. The most paradoxical thing is that it was unconditioned and that never happened before.
That day was worth living.