I remember sunny days
That seared away my embedded pains
For within those hours
Before darkness fell
And I'd contour myself
Into this shell
I would fondle with life
As I knew it to be
Taking in completely
Her immaculent beauty
Owning again the joy that was missing
Beautiful lie I am
Deceiving myself with scam
Am I to think happiness I'd behold
When once more my dignity
I released and sold
Please I beseech, before darkness falls
And I'm alone with distressing thoughts
When an instant will come upon the night
When I have freed my eyes from their sight
Rescue me from all that I shy
Darkness falls but I shall not die
forbid(my definition): 1. to command my tongue not to speak on the deep things of my soul 2. or to command my state of mind not to enter some place: 3. to prohibit (myself); make a rule against: to forbid the use of my lips to disclose my inner most feelings 4. to hinder or prevent; make impossible for you to know. Not until now have I allowed you to uncover..........by Janita Simone
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The Scientist
My mistakes have become your scientific study
You examine my breakdown and
Invisible parts to prove that I am nothing
You are perplexed at how my substance
Could formulate this transcendent mold
In a state of your confusion
As you try to decipher my code
Well you famed scientist
Its not for you my fragments to contemplate
Or my errors proceed to rate
You have claimed me as your project
On display for all to see
Under a microscope all my imperfections
But still you can't figure me
I am an abstraction on a colored canvas
What you see is not what is
So I'd say to you oh scientist
Become a painter
Perhaps redeem the theory you've missed
You examine my breakdown and
Invisible parts to prove that I am nothing
You are perplexed at how my substance
Could formulate this transcendent mold
In a state of your confusion
As you try to decipher my code
Well you famed scientist
Its not for you my fragments to contemplate
Or my errors proceed to rate
You have claimed me as your project
On display for all to see
Under a microscope all my imperfections
But still you can't figure me
I am an abstraction on a colored canvas
What you see is not what is
So I'd say to you oh scientist
Become a painter
Perhaps redeem the theory you've missed
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~TO BE BROKEN IS BETTER THAN SHATTERED~