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Literature Text
we're creatures
of comfortable
compromise
promised
the moon and stars,
only to settle
for a collection
of vintage night lights
and a few bright ideas
tickled red,
glowing pink,
and empty essence
like the smiles of battered wives,
keeping them alive
well wrapped
in the string of days
that stretches back
further than memory
hung low enough
for only the lonely
to trip over,
together falling
into belonging
in the box
for the pieces
missing from puzzles,
that stand alone
as pretty pictures
of comfortable
compromise
promised
the moon and stars,
only to settle
for a collection
of vintage night lights
and a few bright ideas
tickled red,
glowing pink,
and empty essence
like the smiles of battered wives,
keeping them alive
well wrapped
in the string of days
that stretches back
further than memory
hung low enough
for only the lonely
to trip over,
together falling
into belonging
in the box
for the pieces
missing from puzzles,
that stand alone
as pretty pictures
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
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its a very true poem you have written
and slightly sad
bravo
and slightly sad
bravo