Dear Music...

 I bear it all in a simple melody
Composed myself to the joys of symphony
I find her memory in the words of a stranger
I smile
I laugh
And I cry
All in the name of lyrics
Years pass and I find that I am no longer alone
Though I often dance by myself
The rhythm filled beat accompanies my longing soul
The words comfort my rejected mind
And I find a friend in music
Words that have failed to reach my ears
Are now karaoke tunes to my favourite tracks
I sing along as I get lost in a trance
Becoming one with the harmony of this loveable friend
Exposed
Uncomposed
Left vulnerable
But yet able to embrace its beauty
I listen to complete the celebratory interaction
Never lost
Never defeated
Forever there
Forever mine
Music touch my soul
I am yours

Poetry Princess

Incomplete

One of the most difficult things that I have encountered when it comes to writing, is having to interpret someone’s thoughts while at the same time trying to make them your own in your ‘poems’. I love analysing situations and subsequently the people in them. My writing portrays my views on the situation which I’ve analysed or mostly if needs be of incidences that I myself have undergone… With that being said you can imagine how hard it is for me to finish a piece if it is not something you feel or something you have experienced. I’ve been feeling like writing something for a while now, but my mind has been filled with blank thoughts, today I read a beautiful verse/chorus from a song(it has nothing to do with what I wrote now but it was beautiful enough to entice an emotion) and that urge to write came back. This is not one of my best attempts nor is it a complete attempt, but it took away the urge… Bare with me!

  

To a love never found and a story never told

The memories imagined but never created and,

The music performed with no audience

I write my words for the elusive being

Caressed by the contemplation of my mind

I find myself preoccupied in the hypnosis of my allure

Distracted by words

Conflicted by thoughts

I am officially a ‘damsel in distress’

One not worthy of sympathy but

Just the validation of your reciprocal discernment

The notion of misinterpreted responses

Leaves one in doubt but yet filled with the most infatuated sentiments

I…

Poetry Princess