On A Theme Of Black and Pink

A Poem By Kassady // 6/26/2016

And then there was you
Smiling at me
And I smiled at you
Bright eyes twinkling in amusement
But...
Would this cause a chain reaction?
Fear turns my head to my hands
I need to cut my nails
For in the end
We were never really friends
I laugh
"Gosh, I need to cut my nails"
Just fools trying to fill the black void
Of unkept time
And a disorganized mind.
***
Jovial eyes twinkle
The merriment of the moment mirrored
in me
Juvenile words trip naturally
Childhood still hanging
on your pink lips
Judgment of character
Measured against the wall
of my standards
Justification becomes excuses
The thought of silly days
tempting me to forgive and forget.
******
My angels stand still
With wings frozen in the clouds
They remain up there
They won't come down
And I plunk pretty feathers
From them with their heads bowed
A black feather for old times sake
And a sunset rose for future's love
Still they hover in silence
Statues in my minds eye
Like silken marble cherubs as they lie
Clouds surround their bowed heads
And light fades from kind faces
Smiles temperate in their winter homes
Not a fire to guide me to my own
****

Comments

And then there was

And then there was you
Smiling at me
And I smiled at you
Bright eyes twinkling in amusement
***
Just lovely. :)
Friendly reminder, no euphemisms. :)

Damaris Ann | Tue, 06/28/2016

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

That second poem...

...Soooooo relatable!! In fact there have been several moments where I could have written it myself.

Sorry for commenting twice...I read the first poem and got caught up in the first four lines (read them like six times, haha). :)

Damaris Ann | Tue, 06/28/2016

"The lines and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are YOU. The real poem is the soul within them . . . and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one

Damaris Ann

Haha, no I don't mind the double comment whatsoever! Thank you soooo much!!! I'm glad you could relate and that these spoke to you. I feel like my style of poetry is always changing and I can never tell when a new style is received well!
Haha! Thank you for your lovely comments!

Kassady | Tue, 06/28/2016

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
---
Write On!

I really enjoyed these! Some

I really enjoyed these! Some favorite lines:

Judgment of character
Measured against the wall
of my standards
<--This! It's soooo relatable, and I love the phrasing you used. Fantastic!

Smiles temperate in their winter homes
Not a fire to guide me to my own

This had such a Shakespearean feel to it, the whole poem did, but these last two lines especially. So elegant!

Madeline | Thu, 07/21/2016

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

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