My words like to wander, cross and diverge

As I spin sounds into stories 

My lips, the loom upon which I weave my safety net 

My sanctuary

Of light, where logic is lost in the eyes of the reader.  

But let me try

To hold your hand

Let us walk through the maze of who I am

The maze of words that didn’t know what they were till

I matched each heartbeat with the flow of my pen 

Freed the bird that now sings to its content 

And yet

My words won’t meet your eyes 

Instead they duck their heads like the shy child I am inside

Not to confuse 

Not because I choose to be this way

But I swear

There is meaning 

Behind the objects and abstract ideas

The kind that I stole from the sky

The sky I dream of but might never reach.

My wish, my need is to know the beauty of my light

So I offer you a gift, as the reader 

To tilt your head

And watch my world burst and shatter into a million colours

Stained glass shards that compliment and contrast the other

How I wish to see myself that way...

Someday...

Someday, I may. 

Thoughts? Better? Worse?

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(Rant warning)

It's so frustrating figuring out which metaphors are too obscure and which are cliche and which don't fit with the poem. Maybe it's because I've sheltered my poems and now I need to learn how to grow thicker skin so I'm not overreacting.

Do let me know your honest opinions. Everyone who has started this collection gave up around 10 poems in, and even though it's incredibly hard reverting back to my "old" style of poetry (which is more mainstream on Wattpad by the looks of it) if it means people will actually read them as opposed to how Kaleidoscope has been faring...I don't know what I'll do.

*sighs*

This is what happens when I shy away from critique books and stuff, isn't it. My poems become so flawed I can't even recognize what's wrong with them, and worse is I like them exactly how they are. Now I can't even write anything without getting stuck and thinking, "Is this foolish? Am I pretentious, putting in all of this symbolism that sounds grand but might have the reader roll their eyes?"

I thought my skills have improved but looking at how Thoughtless fared, I wish I could just write poetry like everyone else.