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Product of confusion

Headaches

All sorts of art

Eyes grow heavy

Thoughts slip deep

Deeper

   Deeper

       Deeper

          Into a whispered sleep

          Bring photographs to life

          As lilies dance in circles

          Thorns never draw crimson

          An artificial high

          Delusional of imaginary creations

          Colors brightly splattered

          Across trasparent walls

          No secrets, no lies

          A temporary high

      Awaken

   Awaken

Awaken

From a delusional mistake.        

Demanding A Feast

By Karyn Indursky

Dandelion curls curve around her apricot 
skin while accenting pale eucalyptus eyes 
smiling while her red current lips 
grip intrigued men before they're smelling 
sun ripened strawberries flesh creeping into 
nostrils wild in glory as their 
vulture eyes trace forbidden contours of 
her chestnut pants hinting at shapely 
muscles lying competent and willing to 
conquer any man when she chooses 
not to be conservative in her 
fresh onion turtleneck covering her skin 
while lacking to remember to hide 
grapefruit breasts teasing watering mouths craving 
more than visibility with growling loins 
demanding a feast.

i look them in the eyes

to look them over and all i see

the oblivion of happiness

the joy of not knowing pain

an ecstacy of a natural drug

a drugged up smille on a sober face

not knowing all the darkness that waits

lost in innocence and ignorance

i look them in the eyes

to look them over just to cry

in jealous rage from my dark home

all alone with my cold and cutting frown

doped up on my sorrow, and all i lack

fear is gone, all is accepted here

life in pain awaits deaths release



and the death of all those happy eyes

Depression's Eyes

Depression drips from eyes 

in floods of pain 

flowing in an empty, hollow, hopeless 

feeling while your chest tightens

and it hurts to breathe. 

Depression runs through your eyes

 while people gang up on you 

with bullying behaviors 

while they talk to like

you're stupid and worthless. 

Depression is a black balloon 

taunting you as some say, 

"Don't give up", 

but you don't forget those

who tell you, 

"I don't give a ship 

and it's not my problem." 

Depression is a nightmare 

and then you're supposed

to fight other medical problems

while you stand alone, 

suffer inside and try not 

to take it personally. 

Black roses wither

with dark emotions clouding 

depression's skies.

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the boy awakens

opens his still hazy eyes

looks wearily around

sand, lots of dull greyish brown sand

coarse to the touch

touch, the lonely boy with the caloused heart trys to remember the sensation

wandering through the desert he gets lost in his own mind

hard as his attempts, his failure is twice that

and despite the head under the sun, he is chilled to the bone

alone, another day begins

I wrote a wish a piece of paper,
Held it to my heart as I whispered your name.
Sliding it beneath your pillow as you sleep,
I hope to meet you in dreams,
Silent and hungry for your everlasting kiss.

Too afraid to place the softness of my lips on your tired skin,
For fear of it unraveling between my shaking fingertips.
The son of insecurity, that loves everything that is not he,
Wanting more than just a lucid daydream.
Is this an illusion,
Or a promise of what may be?

Dear Moral Society;

I am a prostitute.

Yes, I am a Whore!

I am not a promiscuous woman.

But, you can call me Jezebel.

Wake up to my cries.

and embrace my pain.

adopt my cause,

and understand my prayers for relief.

Exact no revenge on my offspring’s lives.

I haggle my merchandise.

I parlay a product.

Yes, I sell produce!

Vacuumed sealed in red silken panties

and push up braes.

Double wrapped in pink satin negligées.

Kept firm and luscious,

preserved by strangling corsets.

Long hypnotic legs that grace the catwalk in

nine inch extenders.

Bloody painted nails

with intoxicating wine glazed lips.

Do you want to kiss them?

They are plump,

pomegranates.

Would you like to know,

how many mighty souls

this gorgeous ass has conquered?

Do not judge me.

I am your mother.

I am your sister.

I am your daughter.

I was your beloved wife!

I sell fruits.

Peach to be exact.

Large ripe fruits.

Ready to be picked,

ready to be plucked.

Sweet, succulent juicy peaches.

Clients make long pilgrimages.

To engorge themselves,

with forbidden pleasures.

Enduring blizzards of of lies,

titanic deceptions,

and legions of disappointed souls.

To give away secret vows,

and be bound by things left forsaken,

toss aside in loneliness and neglect.

Relegated to,

the prescribed gilded cage.

Men spend their gold,

squandering the family's fortune,

liquidating their children’s future.

Passing through forbidden bushes.

To reach the land of taboo fantasies

and fetish fanatics.

To rip off a bit of gratification.

Affirming the paradoxical maleness.

Or do I dare say manhood,

while happily snuggling up

under my shade.

Just to bask in my shadow with well fatten egos.

Overflowing with gluttonous ecstasy.

Wallowing,

like pampered swines,

they lie with a falsified high,

satisfied in a heaven build out of lies.

Justifying living in a pig sty.

Just to lay with contentment under my fruit tree,

with swollen plump bellies stretched with pleasure.

Some customer have quality nectarines at home.

But my peaches are treasured like “blood diamonds.”

I am a prostitute.

Yes, I am a harlot!

I am not a loose woman.

You, can call me Jezebel.

I am a good business woman.

I provide a service.

I am valuable.

Remember me.

Release me from thine iron maiden.

Recollect,

your exotic fling,

your passion fruit.

Your well loved peaches

are hanging low on my branches.

I am a prostitute.

Yes, I am a call girl!

Not a nymphomaniac.

But, you can call me Jezebel.

I had awesome potential.

Please understand me.

I once was a beautiful precious princess,

envy of all the girls in the world.

Large house with white picket fence,

and parents with limitless apparent care.

I was happy!

I thought I was safe.

One dead silent night,

while wrapped up safely in my chastity.

A shadow penetrated my innocent vale.

Shredding the virgin cotton of my life.

Or do I dare say hymen?

It was my personal treasure,

a personification of hope

and endless possibilities.

A rabid cannibal,

was devouring its own offspring.

His vampiric fangs drill deep into tender flesh.

Extracting many life for many generations.

I was left half dead,

with life gushing out of my body.

It but was a small moment of necrophilic love,

Bartered for many living souls.

No, I was murdered !!

Two died on that timeless night,

and hordes was to follow.

Am I not your sister?

I told you I was your daughter!

The predator's sword was double edge.

Consuming victim and pray.

Sending the impending storm into motion.

Beguiled by Machiavelli’s philosophy.

His actions,

induced his metamorphosis,

spawned by fallen creature from on high.

He took refuge in coffins from the light.

Scurrying in dark forgotten places.

Hunting in the silent shadows of the night,

trying to quench hades’s thirst.

Whipped by deep vulgar pains.

Driven forward by the eternal curse,

to revisit the original vile pleasure.

I am a prostitute.

Yes, I am a lady of the night!

I am not easy.

You, can call me Jezebel.

I did the impossible,

I fell in love!

I possessed something,

barred for reasons

not of my own making.

I was happy!

I was such a beautiful bride,

envy of all the women in the world.

Successful husband,

with lodes of unconditional care.

He was handsome,

yet still loving.

But I,

prayed for understanding.

The pick of the litter,

or so I thought.

The howling dog broke my heart!

His pride took pleasure in severing my thread of life.

My last residence of hope and vitality.

A vintage of the beast,

kept sneaking into my recovering life.

A merciless invader of the living.

To conduct covert actions,

denying me full restitution.

The ever present demon,

enforced its impediment.

Imprisoned my happiness.

Kept me caged in loneliness,

fear and shame.

I was unclean!

At least by the collective’s standard.

So they stoned me.

The accused,

an unwilling victim of taboo.

Must bear the CROSS,

pay the actionable cost,

for no fault of her own.

No victims rights or

hope of restorative justice.

Denied the love of a husband,

the motherhood of motherless children,

and the chance of living.

I was in heart-rending despair!

I endeavored to be a wife.

Trying to prevent the inevitable cause

for broken promises.

I was victimize a second time.

Am I not human?

I told you I was your wife!

I was a prostitute.

Yes, “I am woman!”

I am not a “skank” nor a “bitch”.

My real name is Mary Magdalene.

Experience my pain,

and feel my tears.

My words have been written.

My emotions have been recorded.

My cause has been noted;

make it your own.

I have declared my plea.

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Did anyone ever tell you?

By Karyn Indursky

Did anyone ever tell you what makes me glad is you? 
Did anyone ever tell you what means the most to me is you? 
Did anyone ever tell you that you're worth it, too? 
Did anyone ever tell you your smile lights my world? 
Did anyone ever tell you that you melt me in a sea of emotion? 
Did anyone ever tell you just how much you mean to me? 
Did anyone ever tell you that you set my world a blaze? 
Did anyone ever tell you how much I am amazed? 
Did anyone ever tell you you're what gets me through the day? 
Did anyone ever tell you that you make me want to stay? 
Did anyone ever tell you that you make me wish of a tomorrow? 
Did anyone ever tell you how much you mean to me?

Old world politics reversing hands of time,

A backward destination to when domination was not lost,

With limited information, tick the correct box,

Nothing is as dangerous as an opinion formed in asphalt.

Hammer away at the subconscious,

Let sleeping morals die,

Create a panic to silence an uprising;

Using children as a shield for ignorant lies,

Dial a fear to deliver a repression,

What is cornered can only hit back harder,

We are not passive; we are the temperate of men.

A war in the background of digital distractions,

The winner is the oppressor, the hand cast in gold,

Pay for the bail, then no crime was committed,

Never a rich man wore a noose like an heirloom:

Wicked indulgence passes the priest’s hand with silver.

A confession makes an obscenity a right,

Mechanical error in the beating of a heart;

Strangers spit poison, are we on our own, or an occult?

The fence divides, but it offers protection,

To sit, and ponder; to blame, and claim,

No right to an opinion, the guilty remain.

The illusion of the loyalty of slavery,

Truth is an adversary dressed in cheap clothing.

The age of enlightenment became overshadowed by reality TV,

Creation began to burrow, the death of self-control.

No love lost on splintered shores,

Ignorance buries its head,

While creation dies, greed and hunger prosper:

Futile are the ones who never believed to dream.

Divine Faith

by karyn Indursky

Divine faith.

Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing, but overcome and achieve anything, a set of mind that makes it a belief, I mean nobody is perfect but energy is a thing, unlock your mind how many see, a feeling or in a dream, chillin with Jesus, a hug every time I see him, then the sun sorry I didn't pay attention, I'd ask you to speak again but one shall not tempt the lord yet you still feel like you want to I don't want to that's for sure, peace is what we all can strive for this is something we can ask for

do you still feel the way you used to feel

do you still love the way you used to love

do you still kiss the way you used to kiss

do you still lie the way you used to lie

with kisses and lies

with hands and your eyes

with false promises of love

do you still always say goodbye?

Dolphin Writers

Karyn Indursky

Like a black keyboard clanking along paths

writing splashed like lovely dolphins waiting

drawing sketches of poetry word baths

with distinct quests to start poem creating

Mixing images of nature with blue

ink spots creativity ready to 

run your imagination across hues

blended personality alluring you

To jump into adventures seeking ways

for exploring oceans of comprehensions

and dancing in riddles galore each day

singing sweet melodic inspiration

As long as thy trees continue to grow

melodic poetry shall always flow.

Be honest not solely with people, but also with yourself and God.

Don't Bully People

Karyn Indursky

Don't bully people with name calling...
Don't bully people with critism...

Don't bully people with insensitivity...
Dont bully people with selfishness...
Dont bully people with discrismination...

Don't bully people with harassment...
Don't bully people with judgments...
Don't bully people with stereotyping...

Don't bully people with assumptions... 
Don't bully period with racism...
Don't bully people. 

Period.

Don't Front

Karyn Indursky 

Don't fake friendships

or relationships,

but be sincere and genuine

to build a healthy foundation

of trust and watch 

best friends be made.

"I no longer judge myself. I am free to love who I am."

I cannot control it. I am in sane. People think that I am psychic but I'm psychotic. I'm hearing whispers but no one's talking. I look at your lips their not moving and so I ignore it. Mayan symbols on the wall they came and went. I step outside to smoke a cig, I hear it's him. Es el, es el, es el, es el. No puede ser. Let me be. Let me be me. I refuse to enslave a soul. No blood on bones. They are looking for the door. Here comes the Lord praying to release the saints that you bound in cold. Saying no more.

He's gone We're over
Now I'll let time erase these terrible memories
Because I was used, hurt, and broken
Everything he said this year and last
Was nothing more than a little lie
I never meant anything to him
He never loved me
He never cared about me
He just tells me what I want to hear
But he never means it
So "I love you" was really "I don't care"
And now I'll save myself from the pain
and just walk away...

Dove's Flying Sonnet

Karyn Indursky

Shall I compare thou poetry to dove's flight?

Thou art more deft amongst the cotton clouds.

thy word flow flaps its wings with sheer delight.

thee muse pushes you until you are proud.

Poetic accessories dress up 

lines with imagery beyond compare

when ruffled feathers get dunked in a cup

to make rhythmic meters with her poet care.

Stars come out in cosmic guiding the way

into night time atmosphere changing view

as transitional stanza's fly over bays

to make its way around the world to you.

As long as the sun has dove's poetic wings

her poetry will soar and lyrics sing.

Waves of neon like strings flow from the side of his brain to the next, casting shadows.
He has no idea as to what is to come
and he does not enjoy it
he feels as if he's running on a treadmill all the time
getting nowhere
whilst memories fly past his subconscious
so does the joy from his grip
With all this time
he only knows to indulge in past
Everything's a crime
His sanity will not last

His body like led, his brain like sludge
his eyes heavier
then the mass of the sun
Pain burrows in the depths of his tissue
Dull to sharp

Suddenly his world flashes to an all new reality
He suddenly finds himself sitting on a bench
watching a duck float across the pond
gliding effortlessly
He can't take his eyes off the creature
He sits and stares until darkness falls and he is the only soul in the park
He'd walk home, but he sees no point
The pain in his joints are far too severe
Perhaps I shall die here
The boy said to whatever would listen
Perhaps the winds shall take my life away
Or the cold air

Or perhaps......I'll just go home
and the boy went home.

Dream Dancer

Karyn Indursky

Dream catcher filter

my subconscious to

tangle the man in my dreams

close enough so I can gaze

at his eyes, mouth, face

and let me pier at my confusion

until he talks to me,

holds me in his arms,

and slowly we

dance into dating.

You were the best dream that I ever had.
Such perfection,
Treading unknown waters
As it dared to cross the borders into the realm of consciousness
Close enough to touch, yet so far away
I lost myself in your eyes
Believing that maybe, just maybe
You lost yourself in mine.

But that was just a pretty girl's lie
A silent one
The most dangerous kind
That foolishly led my heart to love

And like every good dream
It must come to an end
Violently waking up
Resisting every second that reality tugs me back

Interrupted.

As I close my eyes
I try to will my mind back into the same thread of a dream
Hopelessly searching
For something that was lost in my mind as I awoke

And I fear, I may never see your face again
That charming smile that caused me to lose my place in the world
That soothing voice that could will my racing heart to a steady beat
I fear I've lost something that I'll never find again

And now, I'm just lost.

Dream On Sonnet

Karyn Indursky

Like children dreaming to be lovely doves

may thou close thy eyes and imagine flight

atop plush pink sunsets; wearing kid gloves

allow thou heart to sprout thee freedom's height.

Like children daydreaming to be a stork

dive downwards into the water to snag

to catch thou fish to eat without a fork

before giving a baby to a nag.

Like kids daydreaming to swim like whales

shut thy eyes;  feel the free flowing water

transforming you to take blue ocean trails 

guiding your tides like a mermaid's daughter.

So long as the days smile upon our dreams

let wishes be granted with smiles beaming.

Dreams Of Animation

Karyn Indursky 

Coloring thoughts. 

Painting emotions. 

Tinkering layouts.

Adjusting alignment.

Freeing dreams.

Crafting diction.

Sketching goals.

Connecting stanzas.

Adding expressions.

Abstract dreams.

Sculpting stanzas.

Sharing personality.

Modernizing poetic license.

Extending personification.

Illustrating dreams.

Shifting styles.

Exploring personas. 

Wearing soulful narrations.

Animated subliminal dreams. 

Wishing upon the moon

for animated dreams to come true,

but left with poetry and faith 

that dreams can come true.

Dreams Smudged Ink

Poetic_Eyes

Upon my dream
we watched a movie
with controversation,
laughter, and affection.

Upon my dream
your arm was around me,
our eyes locked,

and we had our first kiss.

Upon my dream
the ending was fuzzy,
a big blur, and i have
no inklication of who you are.

Dress of Depression

By Karyn Indursky

I slip into my dress 
that's a little too tight and known, 
but I wear it just the same. 
I adjust my dress and decorate 
it with accessories 
along with some shoes. 
I glamorize myself until I look 
elegant, sweet, pure, and, of course, divine. 
I wear it well and shine in my glow, 
but then it's time to let go of my... 
dress of depression

the boy rolls his old hockey puck across his stained carpeting

paging through the pages of some batman comic

but today his minds not on bats and capes and cats

or clowns, or plant crazed super villains

they drift out the window, through semi blue skies

to rest on their bullet train of fluffy white clouds

five states or five hundred some miles

the mind makes a commute to somewhere else

it finds the girl and floats, unnoticed above her head

taking in  every detail about her, the way she talks, moves

all her beauty takes in the mind and swallows it whole

and it lingers there, savoring every glance and stare directed at her

dreams are created of which in boy and girl are one

happy together, in the sand by the beach, tide flowing in

and then the puck falls, in a second shattering the cloud

and the mind flies back, the game of heartache takes the ice

is there really a light at the end

is there hope for a happily ever after for me

is there really a heaven waiting

is it as bright as they all claim

now would be a really good time

to admit it was all one big lie

as the blood runs off my hand

out of the veins in my wrist

cause its getting awfully dark

and heres to a happy end

crush it into a fine dust

into a nice little line

up my favourite straw

straight into my brain

how about a liquid mess

right into my vein

and in some sick romance

i ask

your spoon...

...or mine?

this thorn jabs deep into my side

the same old spike as before

piercing me

as i spill out onto the curb

"dont wear your heart on your sleeve," he warns

and i agree

i cant afford to

as i bleed and pour out upon the streets

because after all this mess

my heart is all that i have left

i cant afford to wear it out

just to lose it in a sidewalk brawl

similair to this

identical to this momoent

so i tuck it away

safe in a box

a box that i lock and give to you

with a copy of the key that i made for you

take good care of it, its yours

i know youll treat it better than i ever could

as i entrust you all of me

hold me close

dont let me go

dont let me fall

and as i walk home

i leave a memory of your embrace

it makes the fleshwound all the easier

as i fall on the thorn, im still smiling

with your kiss lingering on these lips

they can never

ever

take me down

Eagles Of Independence

Karyn Indursky

I'm a born American

with expressive eyes

telling what my mouth cannot. 

I'm a born American

with a writer's mind crafting penmanship

freely soaring across pages

like a bird trapped in a cage

and to take flight of freedoms.

I'm born American

versifying my poetry

with diversity's helping styles

paint what hearts can't. 

I'm a born American

converting my language

into a badge of ink stained

America's women's history.

I'm a born American

with poetic wings flying

into your eyes

to be cherished, honored, appreciated,

and push authors to strive

for owning American heritage

to be eagles of independence.

Ears Of Communication

Karyn Indursky-2013

Listen with your heart.
Learn through emotions.

Listen with your hands.
Learn through experiences.

Listen with your eyes.

Learn through expressions.

Listen with your muse.

Ears of communication.

Easter Express

Karyn Indursky

2013

On Root Barrel Lane Peter Cottontail

went hippity-hop-hop to Mickey Mouse's Fun House

with his Baby Ruth umbrella to take

butterscotch baskets while the sky of melted malt balls

painted the Easter Eggs...

Little Miss Muffet 

screamed, "There's eggs on my tuffet!" 

all over her taffeta dress 

a daddy log legged spider licked at the chocolate beside her 

and she screamed at the bunny for soiling her day! 

Chocolate banana milkshakes

and peanut butter pies

The Peter Cotton tail started to shake

and color the Easter Egg Sky

White Chocolate bunnies hopping all around

"Look Minnie Mouse, Peter is painting the town

Purple, pink, orange, and yellow too!"

There goes Micky mouse with a  bubble gum shoe...

Chasing poor Daisy 'round and 'round the butterscotch baskets

until Little Miss Muffet threw a fit

and stomped her feet to the rhythm of don't-you-dare

ruin my Easter treats beat.

Micky Mouse luckily was close by and caught Minnie in arms

and Minnie gave him a cherry push-pop kiss

and Peter Cottontail watched the show in shock

while Donald Duck swooped in for the save of their prized Baskets.

Goofy stumbled in with his blow pop lollipop flowers

almost knocking out the Cadbury Bunny 

with his big clown feet flopping like trout fish

and Little Miss Muffet's arms flew up in frustration...

But the spider came down close to Ms. Muffet

"Now eat your Easter Goodies and tough it"

Goofy sat down  next to the Cadbury bunny

said, "I like to tell you something really funny...

I hid all the Easter eggs out side in the dark

But didn't realize I was at the City Park

So all the children came and ate them all!!!"

Now hop-along bunny as was his name 

hopped on to the scene with a rage

where are my eggs? He demanded to know

feeling goofy, but his bumps were all show

padding down Minnie, she got quite a shock 

she didn't expect hiss hands down her frock! 

Mickey got mad and jumped over the table 

slapping him hard with a frying pan and said in his squeak 

"I'll give you an Easter fable! Don't touch my girl!",

and he chased him under the table but Easter 

as he was called had a rage of his own 

and now it had seriously grown! 

Donald and daffy were stunned what came next

he melted to a puddle of dark chocolate mess! 

Now daisy also found herself in distress 

then she had an idea better than the rest

She grabbed some foil and shaped it her best 

and shaped a bunny and put Easter to rest

she took him home and put him to chill 

Painted him in gold and blue 

now chocolate eggs were no longer alone because

hop along Easter bunny  became an added Easter treat

Goofy looked at cotton tail and nudging 

with fudging exclaimed, "Lucky it ain't you!" 

Ebony Curtains

Karyn Indursky

 Ebony petals cry 

down distressed faces 

detaching fake relationships

and sparing legitimate ones.

Black curtains crumble 

and pain pours out 

in a stream of torment. 

Ebony expressions soften

if a man rubs your back, 

holds you in his arms, 

and cares.

I'm a liar I'm no lion time to reveal the empire. I'm a clown upside down. The smile you see is a frown. I know you can tell I force it. The way that I walk I force it. It's not natural to me. I guess you can say it's business. Save the greedy and the richest. Eat the poor then do the dishes. All are welcome in my house I mean those that spending money. Ain't no lifeguard in this bitch, let you drown saved my wallet. Wait until it's cold outside. I'll come around and snatch your sweater. Always blame you never me. I'm a pirate cause these mermaids got my hand smelling like fish. Come on let's make a deal, the ink might as well be blood, paper might as well be bones and when they see me high they can see me getting stoned.

this is the end weve all been waiting for

not happy, nor sad, indifferent to emotions

just glad that its over

just glad that its the end

Why battle trump when it's his party behind it. If you want to defeat it you need only enlighten.

Every time I close my eyes I see your face,

In every thought in every dream inside,

The thought, the feeling, of not having you,

Empty inside,

Nothing left to hurt,

Every angry word,

Never want to wonder if this fight is worthwhile,

Caught in the middle,

Torn into pieces in a game,

Your love sometimes drowns,

By the angry words,

Once the love vanishes,

I’m empty inside,

A fountain of tears,

Crying out every last emotion left in me,

Weak from the pain,

Hurt,

Coldness left in your eyes,

Drawing out any fire left in mine,

Two souls,

That are now empty like two drops in the ocean.

• Emsembled Soul-Mates‏

  Karyn Indursky

No one wants to be  

abused or raped 

nor do they deserve to be, 

but rather they want  

to be entwined with their 

one and only true love.

Tingling stethoscope producing heartbeats

Crazed vehicle with unadultered mindframes

Licensed hardware miniscule existence

Inked red with loose worms

Accepted quotas and denied love

Rotted vanilla singed with blood

dirt ridden arms spreading to God

Scorched skin and loaded guns

Mind games relatively unsound

Potions of disorder portions of feeling bound

Importance with no value

Salute to a ratchet thats stripped

Waterfall of drought and hate

languid reality imbedded with chase

Oceans of confusion streams of guilt

Red lined with orange and cows going south

Blades of tips of small curves and trips

Circles of annihilation and crippling scents

moon squandering persistence unveiled 

Stale air and detectors beeping to my hounds

Where is my attention endorsed?

Is the prayer that of true worth?

Do I feel the essence?

Will I question my stance?

Inferiority is dissipating into the winds that flee my soul

that hit the sails of boats who of which aboard are only

my worries in a variety of forms

I've set goals to extinguish flames I've labeled angst

and let grow over the years

My misery only will rise when my mind strains against

My heart is changing gears

Reasoning tarnished from promises that stem from lies

lies

lies from the beginning ...they will die as lies

As the leaves fall from their branch

so is a bomb dropping from a sky in a foreign land

same thing

Blue whales cast my morals to the fish where my hope for life to my way isn't wished

I pray to no longer feast upon the dish that serves crisp lies and illusion

A viscious cricle of confusion believed to be who I am and who I will be

projecting me a step ahead from where I long to be, that pretends to limit me to only see a projection

that's only duty is to forecast corrections that are yet to be needed

This foolishness will NO LONGER be feeded.

Enriched Socialization

Karyn Indursky

Depths of conversation
travel through minds
into expressive eyes
before venturing into diction.

Depths of conversations
flow with ethinicity

painting soulful tonalities
as they display personalities.

Depths of conversations
tickle ear channels 

before strumming emotions

and inscripting memories
into enchanted hearts.

Eroded In Our Hearts

By Karyn Indursky

Hour glass winding down... 
down... 
down... 
into grainsof matted, used, hated sand. 
Hour glass winding down... 
down... 
down... 
into holes of time fading away. 
Hour glass winding down... 
down... 
down... 
until time is gone. 
Hour glass wound down... 
down... 
down... 
to empty spaces of the universe... 
eroded in our hearts.

waterdrops journey

    meander over oiled skin

jealous of their path

her vision covered

   awaiting his sensation

a soft kiss this time

There are only so many sad songs,

I can cry to through the night,

Although people are there,

Something does not seem right,

My heart is sinking deeper,

Losing itself through each beat,

No one said the world would hurt this bad,

Maybe I can't take the heat,

Each laugh is sound,

To pretend that I am okay,

Each smile I make is empty,

Though I am trying to convince myself I am okay,

I cannot stand this feeling inside,

Never felt like this before,

The pain has never lasted this long,

I want an escape,

A distraction,

To take my mind off my tears,

Needing a permanent weekend,

To escape the reality of life,

I want to run away,

To my paradise.

Etched Romance

Karyn Indursky

Snuggling in a man's arms

is luxury while your hearts

fill with lust and a gentle kiss

turns your best friend

into your boyfriend

with leaps of faith

starting to paint your future.