Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Public Speaking Snippets

I don't think any of these are complete. Just a bunch of random verses... or take them all together. Interpret as you will.

The Dawning of
suns over the
blurry horizon
speaks to me
with lips of
rosy pink petals
and streak to
my soul with
fingers of golden
light.


Rose petals
shield my eyes
tainted white
over the
sea of
darkening skies.


Stained pews
colored deep burgundy
from years of
kneeling
and praying
in hopes of
salvation.


You look into
my malleable morals
and find faults
within the lies
I've told.


Birds soar
above your eyes
and through the
dreams you
told a
broken girl
flying home
after so
long a
time spent
searching.


convert my tarnished
being to
one of
pure white light


Saints stare
down their noses
at our newborn
powers over our
bodies and minds.


Halos of
golden paper
melt quickly
in the ruins

your words echo
in the spaces
of my mind.


painted pages
of Carmine red
darkened with the blood
of artists past
star at me
blankly
the color lost
on eyes seeing only
in black and white.


So, yeppers... this is what boredness produces. Really lame starts to poems... oh well.

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