There's an emptiness within me,
a loneliness I can't appease,
the days grow longer as I long for you
I know it's out there somewhere,
a love that can't wait to be shared,
another heart that beats in the same tune
and though my voice my be broken,
my heart remains outspoken,
you can't hear me but I'm calling out for you
and when in my mind it may seem hopeless,
my heart remains devoted,
you can't hear me but I'm calling out for you
Confusing is the irony of sorrow,
that a heart so full of love could still feel hollow,
and the echoing is a deafening sound
still I know it's out there somewhere,
a love that can't wait to be shared,
but I know I'll be lost until you're found
and though my voice may be broken,
my heart remains outspoken,
you can't hear me but I'm calling out for you
and when in my mind it may seem hopeless,
my heart remains devoted,
you can't hear me but I'm calling out for you
Categories:
outspoken, lonely, love, romance, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Your index is still in grip than your appendix.
Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously.
It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter
Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though
the very first one did not melt, so far.
Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights.
Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that.
there was a student.
sweating to study,
harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues.
and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh,
happening democracy in the pressing opposite
cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset
Where words fall short to heed or hide
or make a duo in understanding altogether.
Looking inwardly, I am too
Or else, it is better to let go
Truly it is far better to let go
than to hold back a strenuous good bye
That should end at least half an hour ago
Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!
Categories:
outspoken, brother,
Form: Free verse
I went from shy to outspoken
I have Trixie to thank for it.
Trixie was everything I wanted to be but was not.
She was loud, proud; self-confidence oozed out of her in every direction.
When we were in our early twenty's, Trixie was murdered.
This darling, wonderful, everybody-wanted-to-be person was gone.
Snuffed out by Devil-Only-Knows-Who.
This is when I decided if "they" could get Trixie, they could get anybody including me.
I was so shy in those days, I looked down in a mirror.
I rarely smiled, afraid to draw attention to myself.
I was a young mother of two, and terrified I would die
before I ever got to live.
I did not have to be Trixie, but I had to live for both
her and myself now.
I felt this was my mission, my duty, and it became my mantra.
I did not change overnight, but I had metamorphosed
so completely within six months, that my aunt who has known me
all of my life asked my mother "who I was", and truly did not seem
to recognize me.
We are happy women, Trixie, and I.
I feel she is in heaven, cheering me on, loving the fact
That her death changed me from an ugly frog into a wonderful, upbeat, happy, inspired, enthusiastic, creative princess.
Categories:
outspoken, change, life, loss,
Form: Narrative
her sudden untimely death left her speechless ~ silence is golden
Cliché: Cat got your tongue?
January 5, 2018
Contest: Monoku 5: Cliché
sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
outspoken, death, humor,
Form: Monoku
Thinking about you as usual and what we have, It feels good to have someone who has also removed the mask of insecurities and trust issues, someone who forgives your past mistakes and realize exactly what they have with you so it was fate that you two got together. I'm living a dream with you in my reality and now I realize every relationship I was in that didn't last was a much needed casualty for us to get to this moment, wanting to tell the world that you finally found the one is the true meaning of being outspoken, I'm open all the way for you and I know the feeling is mutual, do me a favor don't ever change everything about you I love, it perfectly suits you.
Categories:
outspoken, life,
Form: Lyric
Created from a distinct mold of,
Is a counterfeit personality in me,
Covering up how i really feel,
Expertly Engineered by I,
Me and Myself disagree,
As aerial blueprints,
Diagram my artificial front,
I judge,
Holding the truth in contempt,
Slamming my gavel,
Squeezing the last bit of life left,
Out of honesty.
The real Me and Myself,
Leak out in smooth poetry,
Metaphors of reality,
Similies of confusion,
They hide behind thin sheets of paper,
And speak over a megaphone,
To all,
Experiencing what is me,
Inside themselves.
Categories:
outspoken, faith, life, people,
Form: Free verse
Poetry must speak
whether said by strong or meek
Muses have their say
Categories:
outspoken, on writing and words,
Form: Senryu
What will she say next?
To turn a simple saying complex.
What will she write this time?
To change complexity into a vulgar crime?
We want you to understand.
They need to have freedom banned.
For fear of impressionable minds.
The youthful kinds.
To keep them jaded.
Freeing them from the torture that has been faded.
It's still there.
Hard and strong, unable to compare.
Hidden beauty in the disgrace.
Ugliness in every place.
Broken homes and hearts.
Ability is lost to put back the parts.
So what will he say that’s new?
To make everything you think to be untrue.
And what will he write now?
To raise your eager brow.
So leave the truth up the observant.
Because our emotions are raw and fervent.
Categories:
outspoken, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme