I am becoming.
Perception; reality.
Every human mind has its own duality.
Our good side, our bad side;
Life seems to always get the best of me.
Empty, of anything, that they claim to know that I need.
So empty, of feeling,
When all who criticize become unworthy of truly interpreting me.
Without a voice, I am powerless.
Situations arise that give me strength to confess, that I am a mess.
Disorganized, my thoughts are hidden underneath;
I search the depths of my soul to see what I can reap.
Words all scrambled; put them into order.
The writings of a word-thief in a mind of word-warder’s.
Left speechless, when all I say is meaningless.
The canvas is not unused, it has just not been revealed yet.
Artists are there at the start of things;
I am but a binary star upon a life made from strings.
Pull my rip-cord and let the words all flow;
Embrace the darkness we keep inside and let it show.
I am your Pinocchio.
You are my puppet mistress and my eternal muse;
I am just a thing to be used to amuse.
Your touch of love upon my love heart in pieces,
Let’s me become a ray of light inspired by your wish for a sun
And could you give me a hug please?
All light flows from your soul into me;
I breathe you in to let you see what I hide within.
I am becoming a better man, now I am being a better human being;
I am growing into the lover I always thought I could become.
You take away the fear and let me become what I should have been.
It is because of you that I am able to become something from nothing
And now this poem is written and your heart has been won…
Now my work is done.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
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Love the line "the canvas is not unused, it has just not been revealed yet"! Your poem touched me deeply. -- phoenix
Thank you.
That line was inspired by an artist
(I don't know his or her name '(a)')
who gave another artist
(I don't know his or her name '(b)')
a painting they had created and the other artist (b) scratched all the paint off the original painting by (a) and presented the faded painting as a new piece of artwork.
To me it means the words to my poetry are already inside my mind, I just have to find them.
Totally got your intent. Excellent! -- phoenix
Great write
Thanx,
Welcome
Love sheds light on duality so you can become all you are meant to be. Love the way you expressed.
Thank you.
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