She flickers in the glass—
a glitch of golden déjà vu,
The paint strokes—bright, wild yellow,
but no warmth leak through.
I sometimes reach
for her dimming leaves
that hum against my skin then disappear.
I pull back and smell
ash, when nothing’s charred.
There were twelve petals yesterday,
now, only eleven.
I wake up and count again.
Still eleven,
or maybe
none.
(I’m not sure if I’ve woken,
even though I know
I tasted salt from my tears.)
Mother says we never got a dog.
But I remember—
the texture of his leather collar,
the white fur tickling my nose.
The sky runs—
watercolor pulled too far.
I check the time:
9:42 AM.
Then I open my eyes.
4:08.
She’s still there,
scorched
into my nightstand—
brushing mirage into my vision.
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Inspired by Vincent Van Gogh's sunflowers, which I cannot seem to stop thinking about.
Start the day
Fresh
With energy
With confidence
With hopes
With plans
With dreams
Full to the brim
So that you don't have any time
To grumble uselessly
To evaluate things too strictly
To compare greedily
Until you confuse yourself
About today, yesterday and tomorrow
And overlook today
Which should be the most important day
How beautifully disguised you have made yourself to be that one would not recognize you.
You have made many remain in the state of I'm trying while in the real sense their effort does not match/meet up whatever they have at heart.
You have made so many sit and plan so many vicious ways to destroy a fellow because the fellow keeps making headway without wanting to relent.
You have kept so many in the wheelchair of blame, because they became so lame to even worry about themselves.
You brought so many into the limelight of their shadow, lost in forever land, that even their feet when walking is so confused that one wants to go right and the other left instead of going the same direction.
You finally smacked many down that they don't even want to understand that you're their main problem.
Oh!Laziness, how well you are disguised.
You left so many people feel they're so busy, yes! Busy doing nothing but lazing around.
Laziness! You have crown so many king and queen in their fantasies that they refused to return to reality.
Laziness! Alas, you clothed yourself so well and begged the emotions of so many that they emptied themselves in you.
I try to see your logic. I try to see your thoughts.
But my mind can’t make those bridges to the place
where your evil lurks.
You confuse the water. You confuse the flow
Natures most clear route of life transformation and
you make it wonder where to go.
You are the opposite of all things that I choose to know.
You dredge the lowest gutters of where a human soul
could go.
You sell the soul of your country, you monetize a human
soul. You confuse the water, you confuse the flow.
Could Be We Confuse
could be when we confuse
what we must do is diffuse
then always amuse
Jim Horn
Whirling comprehensions
Swirled into dendrite paths
Confusing me greatly
Shook my schemata
Woods and wind blowing through brain
Howling at me, challenging beliefs
Not ready
Who would be?
No armour or sword to fight them
Caught in their frenzy I was entrapped
and engaged in spite of my soul's protest.
Quirky things that confound and confuse me,
Must include those remarks which bemuse me.
Though our language is reasoned at heart,
There are questions to ask of this art.
‘Bob’s your uncle’ – well, simply not true!
Mine are Jimmy and Johny and Hugh.
‘He’s all mouth and no trousers’ they say,
Yet he sports snazzy Chinos each day!
'No such thing as a free lunch', that's barmy!
Never heard of the Salvation Army?
And they claim that they 'see eye to eye',
But she’s short and he stands six foot high!
Yet I guess 'at the end of the day'
Speech delights in this wacky word-play.
I was riding in a bus on my way back home
Watching the pouring rain outside my window,
as my thoughts recognize this epitome
this argument I had in an attempt to answer my confusions
I confuse love to create some magic
embodied in a situation we call “romantic”
When in reality it’s simple, enduring and tragic
Far less than being dramatic
I saw love from those who are unloved
Those who receive less but give more than what they have
Society calls them stupid for they weep and starve
when they’re the ones who justify the reality of love
Is this love or hate
You have been acting different mate
And its hard to relate
Lets not debate
All I'm saying is the person you are
Is not the picture you portrait
Just remember it's never too late
To meditate your minds state
And change your fate
Our relationship was so constant
But at this instant you started being distant
Confuse to know
I walk like a snail
Win Like a sugar cane
Stick of sticker in my
Draw of love pages of
Leaf left me down
Kill to pay the bill
Boil like an egg hot
Like road jump like
Toad
Confuse to know
When you open my eyes
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
If you confuse a lion with a butterfly then you are surely in love.
it happen to me
here's the key
don't let bad news
or being abuse
cause you too be
CONFUSE
cut through the illusion to know whats true
memories emotions they all confuse
dont look for answers to questions change your view
letting go of the old make way for the new
its amazing to know how far you willing to go when someone believes in you
the most important decision you will ever make is what you
Do with the time that is given to you
dont let your happiness depend solely on things you could lose
you can be stunned by what happens if you refuse to reduce
no matter what path in life you choose just be yourself in everything you do
let go from your worries and the things you must do
life is about experiences and things that most value to you
For my soul will reach the sky...
when my eyes have touched the ground...
I walk on...
kissing the air...
singing threw my ears...
and rattle the hell out if it's core...
for I live 4ever more....
yes lifes bad new
can be confuse
you need life tools
like going to school
you lream to be stren
have freinds you choose
and you
be you see
CONFUSE
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