Bolted inside
external signs of wear
no key to find
Locked In The Mind #PTSD #haiku
Tag: mind
Tag You’re It #atozchallenge #napowrimo #photography #triolet
The words on this wall
the statement that they leave
someone watches all
the words on the wall
someone watches all
no one would believe
The words on this wall
“the aliens didn’t leave”
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The eyes have it
they took my mind and all
the eyes have it
painted me on a wall
the eyes have
no where safe within
the eyes have it
in a mind drained spin
Today the letter is “T”. Tag, Triolet, taken (by aliens), tell tale sign of Doctor Who
This year for A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.) You will find poetry, You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.
Photograph: “Tag” L. Moon 2013 © All rights reserved
Breaking My Thoughts #art #poetry #photography
Push in between the silence
The cracks amongst my mind
a deep silent listen
A secret for to find
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You think that you might trap it
Well let me tell you how
there is a hidden something
look intently – now
***
For in between the fissures
have slipped there in the dark
there is a world just blooming
it’s fragrant filled with art
When YOU’rE Strange … #poem
She opened the door
to the inside of his mind
unable to shut it
for a better look, inside she climbed
*
Strange shapes, sounds, and colors
whirling in a midnight blue
mirror reflections made her mind spin
unable to find anything to hold on to
*
She opened her mouth to scream
all that came out were poppies
orange, red, purple, yellow
and they were singing in old jalopies
*
what they were singing she couldn’t tell
then she heard Jim Morrison’s voice
talking about people
and she knew she had no choice
*
but to be added to the myriad of strange people
laced together with words…
Today on One Stop Poetry we are celebrating Jim Morrison of The Doors. Come join us and jump in to the place of STRANGE…
Thanks to Lachlan Rogers for the photo http://www.flickr.com/photos/lachlanrogers/2876937929/
Thread to my heart (One Shot Wednesday Poetry)
Thanks to all who join us each week for quality poetry at One Shot Wednesday. We hope you enjoy this week.
The poem I wrote for today after some thought is taking a trip to several magazines instead of One Shot. This poem has been faithfully sitting gathering dust in a folder called poems.
My heart longs
to hear such words
“Don’t listen”
My mind mocks and scolds
*
My heart lingers
suspended in romance
My mind shifts
taking a logical stance
*
My heart aches
to protest and hope
My mind leers
“You don’t grasp the scope!”
*
The thread to my heart
what message to send?
Too much confusion
to comprehend
On My Mind
On My mind
I saw you today
you were out to play
eyes shouldn’t linger
couldn’t pull away
*
… on my mind
*
Shape and form
I must confess
unusual beauty
the urge to caress
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… on my mind
*
Scintillating glow
captivates my sight
trapped by your shadow
living for daylight
*
… always on my mind
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Shades of gray
Never the same
Winsome beauty
Please never change
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Your shadow is always on my mind
Thank You of the shadow HoriaVarlan
A place called nothing
There is a place called nothing
It’s void of space and time
I guarantee it’s real
Represents – frame of mind
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Nothing – you might say is empty
Some might say its flat
A question lingers in the mind
Nothing- where is that?
***
Could nothing be a place
A place where you are not
People point and gawk
For some – it is their lot
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Many say its fiction
Others say it’s fact
Sadly I have lived there
Never- wanting to go back
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Thanks to Craig Finlay for the photo
Traffic Jam on My Finger Tips
I tried to write
a poem today
there was something blocking
in the way
*
My mind was racing
thoughts outpacing
what I needed
to say
**
My fingers tried
to keep the pace
something just so
out of place
*
Confusion abounds
between mind and hands
What’s the problem?
there’s a jam
**
Need to stop
and see some peace
give my fingers
a word release
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Smell the roses
Smell the coffee
just give my fingers
a little off day
penned in moon dust 