…………
The clueless are always convinced they have a clue.
Shredding you apart with their inconsiderations, deceit is their only truth.
V.Sky
#6
Step out of the shadows.
They’re not the night
that hides you,
and they’re not the light,
that makes you shine.
In the shadows you are
not a rebel and
not unseen, but
perhaps unnoticed.
Step through the gates,
I know they appear narrow
and it may seem they will
close on you or collapse,
that just by looking at them
you are holding them together
but as soon as you take that
step they will fall apart.
All it takes is just one
first step to go into the
light that will illuminate
what you have to share
with the world.
Writing prompt photo used as inspiration:
Hour 6
fishing reminds me of you-
torn hat, vest, soggy old shoes, rod and spinner
I watch the curve of your strong calves
as you spring from rock to boulder upstream
standing in shallows, lying in wait for your prey
fishing makes you smell like the river-
of wet leaves and dirt
and I like it
dried salt on your neck tastes good
the warm curve of your arm around my back
you smell like home to me
Tied down
I buckled again, my knees gave out at a time when needed most, why were they different than hers, the other women, that I can’t keep my mind off of simply because I’m trying to understand what you see, you men that form relationships with me, get me in knee deep then break my bones, fracturing over and over again, no wonder I’m unsure, insecure and searching for her to see what you need more. There I said it, I’m insecure, sound the alarms, shine the lights I’m dying trying to remove the truth…
Picture Prompt Poem for Hour Six – Absolute Beaut
Rough-cut and wretched,
But thoroughly vetted
And valuable, no doubt
Could handle themselves about
Town
And even without fineries and gowns
Would cut an impressive figure
With their signature
Style –
It’s all in the eye
Of the beholder
And as you grow older,
You see why:
Charisma will always shine
And beauty is
Absolutely
Defined
By that spark – even in the dark.
(c) Gemma Hinton 13/06/15
My Choice Bit of Calico
Devout-actor
Brilliant-playwright
Provocative-writer
Pizza-lover
Ice cream-eater
Taste-tester
Awe-inspirer
Loyal-lover
Secret-keeper
Best-friend
Love-maker
A woman who stole my heart.
New light
The end
Isn’t
An end
At all
It’s just
The beginning
To new sunsets
And rainfalls
The end
Is another
Jumpstart
New possibilities
Arise
When you’re able
To see the sunlight
And
Walk into
A new
territory
An open space
One where you won’t be
Misplaced
– Angelica Villarruel
#6 – Their voices
They all talk
About you
Their voices
Echo in your head
Their voices
Bounce on the wall
Of your skull
Your dull skull
Is there even a brain
In these walls?
Echoes echo
And what hurly-burly
Headaches and nightmares
Invade your worst thoughts
Ever
You know they’re not yours
But they take over
All things in your mind
No matter how you shine
They all talk
About you
But apart from these noises
In your head
You just don’t give a shit
About what they say
It’s just not good to
Be polluted in your head
By so much noise
Toxic to your peace
So bad to your quietness
Shut up little bitches
I just don’t care what you think
Run to the loo
And vomit your grudges
I never need any approval
Always have been knowing my worth
And be proud of my flaws
Without them I would have never
Achieved anything
Maybe I never did, who knows?
They all talk
About you
Their voices
Echo in your head
Their voices
Bounce on the wall
Of your skull
Your dull skull
Is there even a brain
In these walls?
6. Summer Breeze
Tell me gentle wind
Is it at last hot summer?
I can feel warm air
Announcing he is coming
Wet, tan, fun, in the offing
(Tanka 2015 @ 2:17 p.m.)