White light in every,
facet of woman
Gold in my fingers,
for the feeling, the healing
Walked out my window
Cuz its my back door
Walked out my window,
to find what I'm looking for
To the middle, to the center,
of my soul
Walking with my light into,
this black hole
Calling back what use to live here
It was something I know,
something he stole
Into the middle of the center,
of my soul
Into the immortal
Mortal,
and made of honey
Into the middle of the center,
of my soul
Make yourself cozy
Walked out my window
Cuz its my back door
Walked out my window,
to find what I'm looking for
To the middle, to the center,
of my soul
Walking with my light into,
this black hole
Author notes
it could be a song if I worked it a bit. as is its a poem. what did you think reader out there somewhere on planet earth reading this, of all things.
whats going on in your portals girls and boys?
Comments
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This has a great flow and feel to it that is fun and interesting to read. I enjoyed the image you create with the light and the black hole and 'the middle of the center', very clever. Great read. Keep writing!
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First of all, who says were all from planet earth? Second I loved this poem, I loved it was a woman trying to heal, I loved the way you wrote of the window being your back door, I loved way you wrote about what was taken from you ( your soul) and the way you are trying to ragain it , I loved the entire piece! LOVED IT!
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i sounds more of a song
i love it creative but simple love the concept and i love how you repeated some things to get the point across its good
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good job so far!
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