COLOR OF OUTDOORS

Living like this.

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 31/01/2013

IMG_1618I’m not patient.
I do want it all.
I can do anything, and still feel nothing.
It’s a broken, scary feeling, seeing yourself in someone else’s mirror.
Masking desire in a captive mind.
I am everything and everyone for everyone besides one –
Me.
Winding all these frames of time into a locked box of seven days.
What becomes of the last?
A comfortable scent lingers.
It’s a broken, scary feeling,
Seeing yourself undecided.

M.

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Better.

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 16/01/2013

I’m starting out with a white blank page,
Recycled paper < recycled heart.
I can choose to be excited, delighted-
I can choose to stay on the beaten path.
Penning insecurities,
Admitting flaws,
Feeling.
Something.
Better.
I started out with a white blank page,
I realized there was nothing to fear.
As my pen slipped across in the velveteen hour,
Penning insecurities,
Admitting flaws –
I drew myself a new map.
A new beginning.
Something.
Better.

 

M.

 

finding

A new year.

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 03/01/2013

Who sat here before I did?
A famous writer?
Is there a compartment full of secrets?
This desk, itself, is my new muse. I can imagine its stories all I want.

Just sitting here inspires me.
Look out world.

This is going to be my year, come hell or high water.

My desk