Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[PoeticWitch]

Frazzled
Nerves feeling like they are fraying at the ends
Tears falling
Flowing like waterfall of sorrows
Emotions spiraling
Out of control up and down and round and round

You come
Wrapping your arms around me like a warm blanket
Wiping my tears from my cheeks
Telling me it will be okay
Whispering you love me
Healing my heart and soul

And I am grateful
More then you know
You give me some sanity
When it is so fleeting
You give me a rock to lean on
You are my Superman

[PoeticWitch]

Sitting meditating
Musing over
My reflection

But is it what I see
Or what society sees
Does it matter?

To change the view to me
To change the view to society
To be who I am meant to be

[PoeticWitch]

For a half a minute
She is a great distraction
For a half a minute
She is a true contradiction

For a half a minute
She is purely complex
For a half a minute
She is barely simplex

For a half a minute
She is a beautiful daydream
For a half a minute
She is a harsh reality

For a half a minute
She is everything you ever wanted
For a half a minute
She is yours to hold forever

[PoeticWitch]

It is over
For you and I
This is how it goes
Or so they say
Whoever they might be

This is yours
And this is mine
But this was ours
How do we decide
Between our material things
And our past memories

[PoeticWitch]

The sun in the sky
The moon up high
The clouds passing by

Miles of road
Whizzing by
A blur in the blink of an eye

Time passes
Is it day
Or is it night

I can't tell the time
The hands on the watch
Spinning out of control

Where does it stop
When does it end
When can I get off this ride?

Please let me lay down
Please let me dream
Please let me refresh

Let me refresh this tired body
Let me refresh this tired mind
Let me refresh this tired soul

Such is life they say
Whose life is this anyway
Yours or mine

[PoeticWitch]

Dreaming
Am I
Not sure
Floating here
Seemingly
Detached
Reality
So faraway
Or too close
Not quite sure
Soft or hard
Was that a cloud
Or a rock
A matter of
Perception
Or conception
Does it matter
Or matters not
To dream
Or not to dream
That is the question

[PoeticWitch]

The full moon high in the sky
I stand my hands thrust upwards
Words tumble from my lips
Be'seeching my Goddess
To hear my invocation
To fulfill my petition for power
The power to change my very being
A being trapped by earthly wants and desires
To exchange it for true enlightenment
To know true love and peace
With all of my surroundings
Plant, animal, and human alike
For none is better then the other