The artist has hidden secrets in
The paintings on her olive skin
Indents on a flat desert plain
Pale pink mirages full of pain
A reminder of a time long gone
Of cries for help from far beyond
Immortalized in the tiny scars
Tragic constellations among the stars
She was enchanted by the way it felt
To burn the cards she had been dealt
But the numbness did not last forever
That haunted string was bound to sever
From the ashes she was born again
And found someone to call a friend
So the artist put her pain into song
Magical poetry about all she’d done wrong
But though her art began to fade
When temptation called, she obeyed
Under cover of darkness, when her wounds start to gush
Her soft, tender fingers still reach for the brush
Snowflakes flutter to frosted earth
On a perfect winter day.
They glide through frigid wind,
Refracting whatever threads of light
Peek through the sky's soft gray quilt.
I stand on snow-crusted ground,
Craving my neck in awe
Of the chandelier of quartz drifting down.
My boots leave indents in an ever-growing cushion.
I want to let one settle on my hand.
So I can run my fingernail across
One of its many crystalline branches.
So I may feel just how smooth
A rigid structure could ever be.
So I will know that something as grand
As the smoky giants that sleep
Lazily above the horizon
Can craft something as intricate as it.
But I worry that the heat from my hands
Will melt and do away its delicate form.
If I were to tap it, even with the
Weakest edge of my nail,
I fear I would cleave it,
Between the roots of its symmetrical beauty,
In two.
youre a red apple
the outside i devour in large, juicy bites
as much as my teeth can fit with all corners stretched wide
youd think to do the same at the core
But cracking bitterness brings seeds
scratch small bites, an itch
Jaw working, bony indents stiched
I like the way my tendons flex
Palm spread to grasp that hard fruit off the wiry stem
The core delicate
Slurping juice of whats left
The carcass melts into a brown sugar debt
Back to the earth you go to be reborn again
to the knowing of lies
and the buildings of goodbyes
in not relying on how
only poetry indents and cow
none doth go without
shallow pools of salt and drought
yet the agile defeatest's tower
criminaling the dangerous boughe
yeasts beneath rotten waters
stirring none salve and bothered
the witnesses of the guillotines
unclean and guiltied behind that door
a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps through
i slowly watch the rug unroll
its clearer now,
a story unfolds
the faint echo of screaming
and the vision of blood shot eyes gleaming
tear stained curtains rip off the wall
the cracks aren’t just age,
they’re scars, i withdrawal
the hands of man destroyed her beauty
left her falling apart, while neglecting his duty’s
i can’t help but think
she’s stayed so strong throughout the years
still standing tall despite hers scars and constant fear
but,
she’s abandoned now, all withered and torn
at the hands of a man she once adorned
but beneath the surface her foundation stayed strong
it’s the beauty within that’s made her last this long.
The mirror doesn’t lie
Perhaps indents, reverses,
Contains
That which we hide
For it has no soul
No desire to know us.
It cares not
About your heartache
Or joy
Feels not your tears
Hears not your curses.
It remains neutral
Undecided
Uninvested
It knows no loneliness
When you are not there.
It will never tell you
That hair cut is awful
Nor ask
Why are you crying.
To it
You are but a reflection
Gazing into itself
Wondering
Which is real.
The Moon lights the path in the sand
where you walked. Water fills those footprints
like sand filled cups. I could drink from those
sole shaped sandy prints knowing you once
stood and created those indents.
I watch the waves dance against your legs
as your smile stretches as wide is the beach
I try to pull you to me like a life raft
but your beauty is too out of reach.
The water is crisp and cool to touch
as it caresses every grain of sand.
Your skirt swirls as you dance among
the waves, it's clear that it's you the
land craves.
The indents and lines upon the Earth
From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth.
The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun.
This moment of exclamation says Springtime's begun
Splats of snow lie beneath cliff's high rook.
They splay like asterisks on the pages of a book.
A hiker on foot notes the changes in spring airs,
While the snow under the cliff sheds the last of its tears.
The natural C of the human body forms
Grazing the white, tender sheets of a stained life
We curl up to mimic the form of a ghost and lively heart
The texture of calloused fingertips grace the indents of my hips
Curled up with a ghost who doesn’t know how to love
What an awful way to die
I am a follower not a leader
I am a duplicate
A clone of another
I follow other instincts before my own
Results in life
Concluded that i will
Tear and dig into myself trying
To find something worth keeping
As if i were to find something hiding beneath the
Surface of the Dirt in the earth
Rotten and old
Like an old dog bone left unwanted with
Scars and indents left evident on the surface
Results of societies
Change the way we vision our reality
I change inside and take the steps needed
To become that expectation
While not noticing all the harm that has already been done
At the end of the day
No challenge has actually been won
These challenges results in fear or failure
I alone observe the
Past and wonder why i believe in such said.
Protocols i have inhabited in my head.
Self doubt and self confidence
are a result of your environment
so is happiness so is depression
undoubtedly the influence
of everyday events
subjective oppression or pressure
those days which are intense
they build or make you lesser
yet both leave their indents
be it humiliated failure
or success beyond your sense
will add or chip at layers
become what one expects
but you can change the flavour
the same way light deflects
make yourself the stranger
rid of your defects
the change is but a drainer
but not of intellect
on spirit put this strainer
don't give in to stress
the scope stays as your aimer
walk on nonetheless
and you will be the victor
who made yourself your best
They tell a story,
these imperfections.
Every wrinkle's
an emotion sealed
by routine feedback.
Indents and scars
were carved with care.
Mistakes were made,
but you were spared.
Calluses
show your strength
through tough times.
Each crease
defines
you.
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I am a follower not a leader
I am a duplicate
A clone of another
I follow other instincts before my own
Results in life
Concluded that i will
Tear and dig into myself trying
To find something worth keeping
As if i were to find something hiding beneath the
Surface of the Dirt in the earth
Rotten and old
Like an old dog bone left unwanted with
Scars and indents left evident on the surface
Results of societies
Change the way we vision our reality
I change inside and take the steps needed
To become that expectation
While not noticing all the harm that has already been done
At the end of the day
No challenge has actually been won
These challenges results in fear or failure
I alone observe the
Past and wonder why i believe in such said
Protocols i have inhabited in my head.
concise
detailed
enjambed
with
spaces
and indents,
in simple
diction:
enhanced
by
vivacious shapes
to create
a trend
a style
in a
glittering
image..
..for today
Align apt aim
Be beyond blame
Charm creates cheer
Dazzle dream dear
Etch each echo
Feel fortune flow
Glimpse grand groom guise
Hound hefty heist
Itch indents ink
Juice juggles jinx
Kinky kegs keep
Lasting lust leaps
Master mind moves
Nurture numbs noose
Oil obscures odd
Play proper prod
Question ***** quest
Rude rambles rest
Sense swelling seas
Trounce timely tee
Use umpteen urge
Veer vibrant verge
Wild wayward wires
eXpress expire
Yield yonder yes
Zeal zooming zest
Leon Enriquez
09 February 2015
Singapore
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