kaleidoscopicmind's Poetry

[kaleidoscopicmind]

Ambition

Immeasurable, is that which
falls. Upon many a plane,
a grain of sand to represent,
what I never had but lost.

There is a shadow that forms,
The smoke around my head.
The absence of thought,
of word, try as it might.

For the hand I touch,
does not feel, does not tremble.
For the viscous haze I hold,
does not protect, does not soothe.

Invariable. It shall deign to be,
All that light cannot surpass.
A stream condensed, but still.
It will burst, and seep away,
lost.

[kaleidoscopicmind]

Blink

Uncontrollable. They Storm.
Gathering together again, they sigh.
Such a tedious affair to be had
But they hug each other goodbye.

Collecting under familiar terms
all filled with the same despair.
None ready for the expedition
Though they've had time to prepare.

Seldom will they live to see
the beauty that lies below,
To become attached is forbidden
for one day he will say no.

They pour to the border
All grief racked and stricken.
Some take the leap of faith
They crowd begins to thicken.

Rolling down to caress
the unknown takes shape,
their life etched, scars form.
No one will reach the nape.

Their paths are swiped away
Brushed with the back of a hand.
Their presence will be remembered,
for as long as he can stand.

Holding his broken faith
the boy still wonders why.
He vows to show no weakness.
So no one sees him cry.

[Cuddly Khan]

Really good. Another one with talent to add to the list of Exilian members.

[kaleidoscopicmind]

Too kind Thank you, in response I shall post another

[kaleidoscopicmind]

As am I

If I were to blanch, to stutter
avert my eyes, fidget. Mutter
Would you tell me I was true?

When I fall and break, crumple
under the weight of conformity
Would you tell me that I'm different?

As I lie and wait, sit and pace
hopes and dreams under bare feet,
Will you care to tread with love?

Stark and bold my hand rests
upon something untouchable,
upon something unreachable
but still, I hold the improbable.

When pushed and pulled my
Edges will fray, give way.
Unwind and unravel.
The threads of my life.

Impressions leave no mark
on me, silence leaves no
dark within me. Patience
can not comfort me.

But as I carve history into your
face, trace sorrow along your
path and draw fate on your
hand. You laugh at me.

It rings lound and hard,
impermeable and lost.
It is laughter nonetheless,
filling the space of
memories without cost.

[Cuddly Khan]

Awesome, just some constructive criticism, I think where it says "When I fall and break, crumple" it should be reworded somehow. Other than that, PLEASE POST MORE!

[kaleidoscopicmind]

I actually love constructive criticism THANK YOU! I always strive to improve

[Cuddly Khan]

And you really have. (I think, I haven't seen any of your work before this so I really wouldn't know )

[kaleidoscopicmind]

The Promise of Light

A cloying heat spreads
from apex to sentiment,
weaving, breathing, in and
outisde the shape sculpted
forms a lie of comfort. A
mask wrought of iron intent.

Alas, the colours bleed in
the face of reason, blinding.
Beauty begins to invade the
mindful Creature's haven, where,
before no footprints have dared remain.
Only faint smudges of regret.

Eyes close, mind open,
a path paves its way through
doubt and insecurity. Through
Weakness and war. And for an
Insignificant moment, be still,
And bask in mutuality.

[Cuddly Khan]

Good! Hey, I actually almost forgot you are a girl.

[kaleidoscopicmind]

You, my dear, are a fiend

[Cuddly Khan]

How? Or did you just forget to put the "r" in "fiend"?

[kaleidoscopicmind]

Haha, well played You insinuated that because you thought my poetry was actually ok you forgot I was a girl,
which leads me to believe you think only boys are good poets! See my logic

[Cuddly Khan]

No, it was a completely separate statement.

[kaleidoscopicmind]

Well then I'm sorry and 'friend' it shall remain.
But yes, I'm a girl Hence the paranoid logic