poems

Noticing a statue on the way to work

Its blue outside.
Despite the frost on your fingertips
You look the same as ever,
In your naked blue-green-black skin.
You stand rigid and bare in the face of passing seasons
Now,
The air is cold and the plants surrounding your raised arms have
Long died
The world is empty
Still, There you are, silent, still and unwavering.
an unbothered exhibitionist
Baring your tarnished body
For the small beauty it brings a stranger
tags: nature, lady di

being beautiful does not suit me

Nice flowery sentences
Strung together
To make a daisy chain of lace
And pretty explanations
But feelings are actually,
Usually,
Quite gross.
Jubilation can destroy you in the same breath it saves
So what is the point, then
Of making it pretty?
Lace and roses dont fit right, even though i try.
Being clean, quiet, beautiful
Is all i want,
But these emotions creep their way in like weeds every time
And steal it all away.
Everytime it becomes too much,
And then im writing for you again
Instead of myself.
tags: emotions, lady di