MyOwnMuse's Poetry

I think that's pretty self-explanitory.

My poetry is almost always a work in progress, as it tends to be an outlet.

Feel free to comment and critique!

Away(In a Dream)
Blow a Bubble with me
And float away
So carefree
Walk along a spider's web
And let's journey
to the center of the earth
Where we'll hold
each other close
And touch the nuclei of
our hearts
And there we'll fall asleep
to the gentle spinning
of the universe.

Your Pain
Broken,
Like a falling glass,
Slipped from a wet grasp.
Shattered
Pieces on the floor:
A danger to your flesh
Waiting,
But having no intention,
No understanding, of the pain.
Exasperated
You chose to clean
When morning finds you fresher.
Today
Was just too hard
To sweep up the pieces.
Tears,
Clear like the glass,
But distorting the world also
Create
The illusion of blame,
But blame for the wound.
Guilt
For the bleeding cuts,
Should be for the glass.

From the Viewpoint of a Friend
She smiles in the morning light
And regards him without concern
For his actions. He smiles in return
And it seems she’ll never learn
That she’ll have a different story tonight.

Earlier, together, they stood hand-in-hand;
Now, in Kleenexes strewn on my bedroom floor,
Are all the things she can’t forgive him for.
He’ll never be the perfect man.

Listening is a selfless art—
To hear only dying dreams and
a broken heart.

In the morning she won’t remember where she’s been,
And she’ll start this all over again.

How I wish I could do more than this.

I think the poetry would be more powerful if it was centered....ahem. 😄