Feed Me! (Haiku)
- Karyn Indursky
Sucking on his hands.
Trying to nurse your fingers.
Speed up microwave!
Sucking on his hands.
Trying to nurse your fingers.
Speed up microwave!
posted on 2013/03/01 - 17:27
Karyn Indursky
Giving him small bites.
He sticks his hands in his mouth.
Getting frustrated.
Trying to stop him.
He shoves his bib in his mouth.
If you stop, he cries.
Calmness attempted.
Trying to get him to burp.
It's to no avail.
Put him on his back.
Moving his legs up and down.
No gas will release.
Spitting up on you.
Getting it all over you.
Wiped up, but still stinks.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 15:49
By Karyn Indursky
You need to back off with your words.
I've heard them a million times by others.
They didn't and don't live up to what they had to
and do say.
I don't know if your words ring true, yet.
Maybe, I never will, but neither of us is going
to know if I can trust you if you don't show me
instead of just saying what you think or know
or feel or sense or acknowledge that I want
to hear.
You need to be yourself instead of
feeding me words.
posted on 2013/03/08 - 16:09
Feel Bad?
Karyn Indursky
2013
Don't claim to feel bad
when you dont change
how you act or what you say.
Don't claim to feel bad
when you cant be honest
with me, others, and yourself.
Don't claim to feel bad
if youre going to be stagnent.
posted on 2013/04/05 - 19:19
Karyn Indursky
Feelings of you rip me
in two.
I'm at the point where I don't really know just what to do.
I know you, but I don't.
I trust you, but I don't.
I see you, but I don't.
I understand you, but I don't.
I accept you, but I don't.
I forgive you, but I don't.
posted on 2013/02/23 - 15:03
Karyn Indursky
posted on 2013/02/26 - 20:19
Fielded Friendship
Karyn Indursky
Befriend flower friends
with gentle tones caressing
petal soft skin beneath
fragile hearts of skies
touching hands across landscaped
fielded friendship.
posted on 2013/07/22 - 18:17
Fields Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
11/19/11
Chipping Cinquain's.
Tilting tones.
Smiling similes.
Marinading metaphors.
Penciling personas.
Processing personifications.
Delicate dedications.
Chattering couplets.
Erasing errors.
Intriguing interpretations.
Monitoring meters.
Visualizing vocabulary.
Teaching terminology.
Challenging comprehensions.
Tickling themes.
Dancing dialogues.
Artistic analogies.
Effective emphasis.
Silly subjects.
Alternating alliterations.
Laughing limericks.
Chopping categories.
Cutting conjunctions.
Applying adjectives.
Altering adverbs.
Tactful topics.
Gutted grammar.
Harping homophones.
Amended antonyms.
Soprano syllables.
Plotting protagonist.
Aiming antagonist.
Eating edits.
Drinking definitions.
Noticing narrations.
Practicing poetic-license.
Dunking dictation.
Spacing synonyms.
Autographing amateurs.
Publishing professionals.
Connecting characters.
Chasing concepts.
Displaying drama.
Learning literature.
Swapping stanzas.
Formatting folders.
Secluding scenery.
Presenting prose's.
Acrostic audiences.
Dwelling diction.
Hitching Haiku's.
Relative rhyming.
Painting point-of-views.
Nudging novels.
Advising assessments.
Realizing revisions.
Participating proofreads.
Menacing muses.
Photogenic portfolios.
Vocalizing verbs.
Thunderous threatre.
Applauding abstractions.
Providing personalities.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 14:36
You wanna be the shit well then go ahead, I'll take a step back change the s and the i and from 9 become chet, if kindness is weakness I have little strength, I'm wise and I'm crazy let's leave it at that.
posted on 2015/04/27 - 17:10
Figment Factors
Karyn Indursky
Quilts of languages...
Embroidered by friendships...
Comforted memories.
Blankets of flowers...
Pillows of skies...
Bonded nature.
Necklaces of experiences...
Bracelets of emotions...
Jeweled sentiments.
Colors of sincerity...
Blends of trust...
Picturesque honesty.
Piecing prints...
Texturing tonalities...
Formatting treasures.
Cherished communications.
Framed insight.
Figment factors.
posted on 2013/09/16 - 23:20
Figment Man
Karyn Indursky
Dream Man you are so sweet...
And handsome snuggling with me...
Yet as incredible as my dreams can be...
You are nothing more than...
a figment of my subconscious.
posted on 2013/06/19 - 12:41
I can't figure these feelings out.
They're not quite right.
I can't be tied to anyone.
How can I meld with you?
I hardly even know you.
You've just entered my world.
From out of nowhere.
And though I want to trust.
There's something bigger going on here.
Bigger than me.
Bigger than us.
It's about creativity.
I didn't come here to fall in love.
Or maybe I did.
I agreed to take that ride.
But if it's in real life.
I feel I want to hide.
I gotta go to sleep now.
See what answers come in my dreams.
This love I have is bursting at the seams.
How can I tie it to One when my heart sings for a collective mind?
posted on 2013/02/27 - 08:15
By Karyn Indursky
What would I see if I opened that forbidden
lock to the cabinet of my life?
What would I find on the labels?
What would the dividers look like?
What would the labels say?
Would the cards be nice and neat or a mess
like my chaotic life?
Could I destroy the parts of me I don't like?
Could I get rid of my sins?
Could I forgive myself and others?
Could I live with the guilt?
Could I trust myself again?
Would God forgive me?
\Maybe, I just shouldn't touch my life's
filing cabinet.
posted on 2013/03/08 - 13:40
Karyn Indursky
I want to make you salivate
for my baked words on the stove
smelling of delicacies not tasted
by anyone yet as the scent lingers
deep into your drooling soul
until you're licking your chops
thinking about eating, gobbling down
each tender morsel of my specialty
displayed luxuriously before your growling eyes
drinking in emotional ecstasy
as I set my bowl on your place mat
knowing you'll slop with your clumsy hastiness
in devouring my labored everything to
fill your belly with poetry.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 17:31
This world is full of liars, so no one can call him sire, matter of fact don't even say a damn thing, the more I spread peace the more you say he not but then I is, everything is backwards, the holy ones are fractions now a fracture in reality, ages ago we used to pray to death so that we could live, then the snake broke into heaven, coiled it's way picture of health now a symbol of betrayal, know what I'm saying?
posted on 2015/02/05 - 00:16
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posted on 2016/08/19 - 05:54
eyes slowly open
anger abruptly rises
as i am yanked out of slep
as im yanked away from you
i try to drift back
but i cant
the sharp light burns me
leaves me unsettled
shooken, withdrawn
sleep, take me back
take me back to her arms
posted on 2005/02/16 - 17:48
Fingers Of Wind
Karyn Indursky
6/9/12
Singing chimes...
Dancing trees...
Murmuring raindrops...
Soothing spirits...
Sashaying flowers...
Whistling grass...
Wilting clouds...
Coloring horizons...
Flapping flags...
Caressing souls...
Blooming rainbows...
Fingers of wind.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 18:27
Fingertip Muse
Poetic_Eyes
Your words touch me
like a sweet caress
seeping beneath my pupils
into my emotions doting
how you sent my senses
into a bliss with picturesque
poetry singing the songs
strung as only artist can
and leave me breathless
pondering the play on words,
discovering themes and underlying perceptions.
You are a poet.
You are a poetess.
You are a teacher.
You are an inspiration.
You are an asset.
You are poetry's muse.
posted on 2013/06/15 - 18:48
Fiona's Stew
Karyn Indursky
July 2012
Upon a brick wall
sat Humpty Dumpy
watching the Jester play ball...
Humpty Dumpty was talking trash
for the Jester couldn't hit at all.
He laughed so loud, so hard
that his eyes began to water
and his shell began to crack.
The Jester was mad.
How dare he laugh at him?!
A mischievous grin appeared on his face.
He grabbed a bowl
to catch Humpty's oozing yolk
and beat him with a fork.
Along came Superman
to try to save Mr. Dumpty,
but he was too late.
Superman's temper was flaring
like a siren
and the Jester become broth mixed with eggs.
If he couldn't save Humpty Dumpty
why share dinner with
Princess Fiona?
Princess Fiona was thrilled
and added some carrots, green beans, beef, red pepper
for stew.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 18:42
Karyn Indursky
Shrieking mortals sizzle tastefully
upon my jutting out tongue
catching each delicacy quickly
before I lick up delicious remnants
of their gingersnap bodies feeling
creamy as they slide down my
sloping throat while I'm devouring
scurrying critters after frying them
without any remorse or after thoughts
cluttering my mind when I scorch shelters
while my stomach acid digests every
crunchy snack faster than bolting lightning
threatening to end my scrumptious feast
and I frown deeply for I am a hungry
fire breathing dragon.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 17:20
Karyn Indursky
Fireworks sparkle our skies
as our family, friends, spirits
join in celebration. Fireworks
sparkle our skies as together
we embrace our loved ones
and appreciate our triumph
over obtaining freedom from
other countries. Fireworks
sparkle our skies for decorating
the colors of our love of what
we've fought for, died for, live
for. Fireworks sparkle our skies
for unifying our struggles to
survive and conquer. Fireworks
sparkle our skies and together
there is nothing stronger than our
love for ourselves, each other,
our earth, our beliefs, our
independence, our freedom, our
liberality. Fireworks sparkle our skies as
we lead ourselves into a promising
future of America's accomplishments.
Fireworks of independence.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 23:26
Flags Of Muses
Karyn Indursky
02/02/12
Laces of inspiration...
Velvet's of creativity...
Cottons of minds...
Fabrics of muses.
Lovely as smiles...
Tender as hearts...
Delicate as silk...
Hugs of muses.
Threads of brotherhood...
Embroidery of sisterhood...
Sequins of families...
Cultures of muses.
Beautiful as roses...
Gorgeous as petals...
Divine as diversity...
Flowers of muses.
Rouges of sensitivity...
Sunsets of compassion...
Charcoals of understanding...
Colors of muses.
Connecting spirits...
Uniting souls...
Linking prayers...
Blessings of muses.
Unmasking honesty...
Revealing emotions...
Baring secrets...
Exposures of muses.
Snuggling ideas...
Kissing passion...
Holding intrigue...
Affections of muses.
Accepting eyes...
Drinking laughter...
Exchanging support...
Glasses of muses.
Stripes of freedom...
Stars of liberality...
Poles of pride...
Flags of muses.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 15:07
Flashbacks
Karyn Indursky
One look.
One sound.
One person.
One memory.
One moment.
One emotion.
Two warnings.
Two screams.
Two memories.
Two perspectives.
Two situations.
Two outcomes.
Three songs.
Three prayers.
Three outlets.
One liar.
Two truths.
Permanent flashbacks.
posted on 2013/03/03 - 23:14
Flavors Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
12/30/11
Mango muses.
Strawberry sensuality.
Blackberry blunders.
Chocolate concepts.
Vanilla vulgarity.
Coffee concentration.
Peach perspectives.
Ginseng gestures.
Honeysuckle humor.
Watermelon writing.
Bubblegum blessings.
Green-apple gratitude.
Black-Cherry brainstorms.
Caramel conversations.
Coconut connotations.
Tangerine themes.
Syrup sensations.
Tomato terminology.
Pear personalities.
Apple-butter attitudes.
Nectarine novels.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 15:24
Flavors Of Sisterhood
Karyn Indursky
1/14/12
Swirls of vanilla.
Twists of chocolate.
Sprinkles of caramel.
Glazes of peaches.
Flavors of sisterhood.
Strawberries of inspiration.
Pineapples of motivation.
Cherries of support.
Kiwi's of faith.
Flavors of sisterhood.
Lips of passion.
Eyes of compassion.
Hands of understanding.
Legs of leadership.
Flavors of sisterhood.
Blends of diction.
Mixtures of nationalities.
Cups of languages.
Bowls of pride.
Flavors of sisterhood.
Exchanged hugs.
Sincere compliments.
Swapped advice.
Endless appreciation.
Flavors of sisterhood.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 16:09
Karyn Indursky
Upon your sunglasses
I find myself
bathing in your
shielded eyes as
you swat at
me to go
away until I
come back when
you're distracted and
again I have
to dart off
your hand while
silently laughing at
your ridiculous state
as I forget
about flying into
safety before your
fingers have me
flicked off.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:53
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:56
Flight Of Diversity
Karyn Indursky
11/29/11
Birds of brown.
Airplanes of albino.
Jets of ivory.
Balloons of caramel.
Blimps of nationalities.
Butterflies of accents.
Dragonflies of heritages.
Moths of acceptance.
Turbulence of time.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 23:06
since conception
ive tried to please you
achieve for you
grow into something worth breathing and calling life a gift
not a disease
but is it my disease
is it the lack of what i achieve
if you never trust me, how can i trust you
if you never have faith in me, how can i ever have faith in you
more importantly
how can i trust myself
how can i have faith in myself
how can i ever believe in anything that no one ever has
more importantly
if you never let me go, how can i fly
bruised
restrained
worn
but not used
these are my wings
caged
restrained
detained
useless
if you never unlock the door
trust me with the keys to myself
if you never let me, how can i
how can i fly
if you never even let me try
and the pressures of my surroundings
burn my skin
pick at scabs
become scar tissue
destroy my lungs
steal my breath
capture the essence of my spirit
still in the cage
still on lockdown
my wings are growing and shattering and tearing as they meet these bars
just because no one let you out until it was too late for you
why does it have to be too late for me
why cant i spread my wings
why cant i fly
and when im finally let out
will i even care anymore
as the weight of the years crucshes any desire
when i finally break free
i will fall
i will die
i will be weak
just like you
thank you
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:43
Flights Of Friendships
Karyn Indursky
June 2012
Gentle white butterflies
guiding upon pink petals.
Sassy red butterflies
painting yellow sunrises.
Flirtatious pink butterflies
brush faded-denim skies.
Flights of friendships.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 16:08
Flippin' Change
posted on 2013/10/03 - 13:37
Float Into Poetry
Karyn Indursky
1/26/12
Blankets of stars
twinkle like fireflies.
Pillows of dreams
motivate like hugs.
Mattresses of faith
inspire like lyrics.
Covers of angels
encourage like friends.
Comforters of smiles
warm like eyes.
Eyes of subconscious'
float into poetry.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:51
Float With Me
Karyn Indursky
Under-payed.
Overworked.
No raises.
No incentives.
Not rich.
Bills raising.
Insurance falling short.
Medicines too expensive.
Gas gauges dripping.
Low class job.
Dead end job.
Trying to stay afloat.
posted on 2013/07/20 - 13:31
Floral Transformation
Karyn Indursky
Gloved hands plant seeds
into soiled grounds fertilized
with conversations, trust, foundations
working along with nature
until it sprouts a stem
thickening its stability
when mulch helps detour weeds
to allow twigs to holding
rainbow petals of friendships.
posted on 2013/07/19 - 16:41
FLOURISH MY LOCUS
Karyn Indursky
Locus petal lips smile as their purple leaves
reach up and out to hug your muse
until the stem beckons you
to pluck it to savor its glorious touches
of femininity tucked into a vase
as a keepsake to remind you
how a poem starts as a seed
to be sewn by words with fertilized soils
aiding its tender care required
and with the sun dancing with the rain...
and at times our moon our seeds grow
as we cradle it with nurturing
artistic hands and soothing diction
makes it a grown locus to be cherished to hearts
for a poem has flourished.
posted on 2013/07/06 - 20:55
By Karyn Indursky
Flourishing beauty
from a seed planted
in her hole
from his sprout.
Flourishing beauty
from a seed nourished by
the sun, water, fertilizer,
ground, hands, food,
weather, love, care,
and all we call, "nurturing."
Flourishing beauty
from a seed sprouted
after months of care
and decisions of how
to help grow this
precious being of life.
Flourishing beauty
from a seed blossoming
and now it's not a seed,
but a flower.
posted on 2013/03/07 - 23:13
Flourishing Friendships
Karyn Indursky
2/26/12
Seeds of laughter...
Stems of honesty...
Buds of compassion...
Blossoming friendships.
Planters of understanding...
Pots of prayers...
Vases of diversity...
Displaying friendships.
Waters of personalities...
Fertilizers of sensitivity...
Gloves of helpfulness...
Gardening friendships.
Spreading across nations...
Reaching over countries...
Expanding into souls...
Flourishing friendships.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 15:27
Flower Crystal
Karyn Indursky
Plucking off petals
debating whether he or she
likes you while the flower
wilts in confusion
for rumors aren't evidence.
Plucking off petals
gingerly as you dig
for unavailable answers
and without petals you resort
to plucking leaves
wondering what to believe.
Plucking off grains of soil
from the stem and realizing
if he/she is interested
words with match actions
while God leads you where you belong.
posted on 2013/06/06 - 21:42
White opal petals outline
pink pearl ideas as
rosy red thoughts sew
purple seeded creativity
a top the emerald green stem
with leafing diction
painting word poetry to
be placed into a vase
before you hand your friend
your gift of handcrafted
flower poetry.
posted on 2013/07/08 - 13:10
Let your eyes be a flower
with nectar emotions
and your petal ears touch
the sky of honestly
caring, listening, and giving a crap
for someone other than yourself.
posted on 2013/08/03 - 21:49
Flower Of Hope
Karyn Indursky
Inside your heart
posted on 2013/09/20 - 22:24
Karyn Indursky
Root beer hair floats
fluently down belt
buckled shoulder straps holding
wicker brown leather tightly
against kissable soft skin
smelling of coconut lime
lotion applied tenderly by acrylic
coated fingernails slowly while
dreaming of moonlit walks
beneath Australian crystal stars
twinkling for forbidden wishes
from fresh thyme tea
eyes telling secrets uttered
only to God from lipstick
lips smiling mischievously before
sneaking up on a
suited man sitting alone
on top of a
car hood to see
palms covering his blue
pen eyes not knowing
what his best friend
is going to do
next when rationality flies
out of his rattling
mind upon feeling their
friendship blossoming into a
flower of love.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 00:32
Flower Petal Count
Karyn Indursky
Shall I count reasons poems are lovely
where the ideas are seeds to grow fresh plants
with opportunities flying like doves
dangling earrings of imaginations across skies?
Shall I use my fingers or my toes to count
how many ways words express liberating freedom
singing from the hearts of true writers
where the drums of meters help voluminous emotions?
Shall I count my flowers to see thy petals
tell me how to love poetic license and use it
enchantingly across paper with quill ink personality
showing tales of Shakespeare's inspiration?
So long as thy day grows with white roses
thy cheeks will blush like reddened noses.
posted on 2013/11/20 - 20:06
Flower Retreat
posted on 2013/10/05 - 21:20
Flower Soft Wishes
Karyn Indursky
Hold a purple daisy
and count the petals
as you fan out flowers
of does he like me or not?
Drop your petals slowly
into the wishing will
after your lipstick kiss them
with secret wishes.
Watch them float down
while you pray for prosperity, hope,
and the ability to grow
more flowers of dreamers.
posted on 2013/06/29 - 19:47
Flowerbed Orange
Karyn Indursky
Lilly orange flowers
trace outlines of an author's
hand painting the beauty of it
with sprinkling while its growing process
planted lovingly with friendships hand
to welcome your guests
to the home of flowerbeds.
posted on 2013/07/09 - 17:29
Flowered Heaven
posted on 2013/04/13 - 12:38
Flowers Of Dove
Karyn Indursky
Your poetry is like a bouquet of flowers;
it flourishes with splendorous diversity.
Your poetry is like a bonnet of roses
rippling its colors of diction.
Your poetry is like a vase displaying sunflowers
with foundations of formats.
Your poetry is like fertilizer sprouting babies-breath
in the soils of friendships.
Your poetry is like a woven basket holding a tree
with its buds of versatility enlightening gardeners.
Your poetry like a daisy packet
with seeds of inspiration ready to be planted.
Your poetry is a field of flowers
with ravishing beams of picturesque imagery.
posted on 2013/03/07 - 16:08
Happiness
A state in which we can all agree
is a state we wish to be
A feeling of nothing else
But a swing that never descends
Grass that only grows
light that never bends
No need to show
Nothing to defend
endless rows
Completely stenchless
Seeking is a game played until one realizes
There is nothing to find
This is it
Perfectly here
Now.
The sun rays flows into the wind combining into an element of pure lemonade
This essence flows through the energy I call myself
posted on 2012/05/07 - 04:47
Nervousness gradually grows
until it's developing
uncontrollably inside your
warm belly while
tickling you relentlessly
with its laughter
going unheard when
your frightened eyes
widen to its
maximum capacity before
courage extends help
in capturing every
last one of your
fluttering butterflies.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 13:41
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:53
Fluttering Supper (Haiku)
Karyn Indursky
June 2012
Cat atop the cage
Waiting to capture the bird...
Fluttering supper!
posted on 2013/03/04 - 15:24
Flutters Of Socialization
Karyn Indursky
6/16/12
Metallic blue skies...
Pale pink sunsets...
Orchid purple fields...
Extensions of dreams...
Flights of imaginations...
Wings of inspiration...
Soaring into souls...
Gliding into hearts...
Fluttering into muses...
Flutters of socialization.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 23:01
Fly Across Poetry
Karyn Indursky
Be a butterfly with your wings
flying over my rose garden
of poetry before you settle
on the bed of delicate hand
waiting to hold you...
as the treasure you are
until you soar into the hemispheres
of my animated gallery
to let you love your view
with the freedom of wondrous...
flights of perceptions.
posted on 2013/07/05 - 20:32
Fly Delight
Karyn I.
posted on 2013/09/20 - 11:42
Fly Home Butterfly
Karyn Indursky
Unravel the petals of my poem
like a flower to touch
the sensitive emotions painting
your heart with honesty
as the buds open up your perception
until you smell the aroma of
sweet nectar indulgences
and you find yourself
bathing in delicate beauty
like a butterfly finding its home.
posted on 2013/07/02 - 13:06
posted on 2013/03/01 - 23:00
Flying American Pride
Karyn Indursky
Shall I fly our American flag high
to flutter in the breezes of butterflies
drifting on clouds of imaginations
waiting to salute our troops?
Shall I fly our American flag high
to thank our soldiers for
being us freedom to devour
our Thanksgiving feast?
Shall I fly our American flag high
to show our national pride
and how proud we are to be
living in the USA?
Shall I fly our American flag high
to show the beauty of a nation
blessed by God?
Shall I fly our American flag high
from now until eternity
to thank those who care enough
to fight for what they believe it?
Shall I fly our American flag high
to unite our communities
in celebrations of not only what
we have today, but in our future?
posted on 2013/11/21 - 16:17
Focus on compliments. Put the criticisms behind. Be true to yourself and let difference it makes bloom like a flower.
posted on 2013/09/20 - 22:32
Foggy Horizons
Karyn Indursky 01/19/09
Misguided by your biased perceptions
you feel to see
my good qualities
lying right before you
served on a delicate petal
to brighten your smile
starting in your eyes
to travel to the
sweet curves of your lips,
but lost in inhibitions
all you can see
are the things
I don't do,
don't say,
and our differences.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:58
Foggy Vision
Karyn Indursky
Through my eyes
I see the demise of
who I was once was.
Through my hands
I feel the scars
etched deeper than
the naked eyes.
Through my nose
I smell soggy tears .
from pain acquired
over years, but trying
to heal me now.
Through my tongue
I taste tainted lust,
but hope my heart
prevails to find
my true love.
Through my ears
I hear God
answering all my prayers
and know
no matter what awaits
I can do this.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:59
Folds Of Muses
Karyn Indursky
3/21/12
Light as feathers...
Soft as kisses...
Tender as hugs...
Delicate as leather...
Fragile as hearts...
Precious as coral...
Cherished as prayers...
Held like treasure...
Cradled like infants...
Embedded like morals...
Embroidered like art...
Worn like honesty...
Nurtured like flowers...
Adored like friendships...
Folds of muses.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 00:35
Frowning silently in the corner
Waiting for the world to blow over
It’s a cruel and painful world
Full of such menace and hate
Walking on thin ice
Slip but a little and she’ll fall to her fate
Forced smiles are common
Like the lies that escape her lips
Bluffing is her game
Twisting a thick bed of thoughtful tales
That we will gullibly believe
While she lays and she cries
Slowly she dies
She wants to be strong
But she’s going about it all wrong
Flying with clipped wings
Dangerously close to the edge of insanity
If only one could see
How wonderful it used to be
Instead of falling under hypnosis
Shamelessly believing every black word
It’s all going to hell, and we aimlessly follow her.
posted on 2007/03/12 - 00:47
Karyn Indursky
You say sweet things,
but when the tears
are no longer there,
your words and actions
slowly fade into yesterday
until we are back
to the very beginning
of our dead end
relationship hidden with mirages
created solely by you
every time you deny
what lies in truths
unknown to a blinded
fool of love.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:54
Football Pick Up
Karyn Indursky
Zoe was scribbling lyrics
into her notebook
beneath an oak tree.
Trent came over to get
his football back.
He loved her curly
auburn hair and baby blue eyes
with her beautiful singing.
He went to pick up
the ball and their hands brushed,
eyes connected, and they kissed.
Fireworks crackled
and at that moment...
she knew she had
the man of her dreams
with their hearts rhythms
beating to the same drum.
posted on 2013/05/08 - 23:00
Footprints Of Muses
Karyn Indursky
1/3/12
Pouches of determination...
Pockets of motivation...
Packets of inspiration...
Fingertips of creativity...
Nails of imagination...
Cuticles of art...
Folders of composition...
Filters of respect...
Formats of literature...
Touches of rhythms...
Textures of voices...
Thoughts of poetry...
Feet of memories...
Sands of time...
Footprints of muses.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:54
Karyn Indursky
When you reach the edge
of everything you know
and you're ready to step
into foreign grounds,
don't be afraid.
Take my hand to hold
as we fly together
to unknown territories
through these turbulences.
Together, we'll find ourselves
stronger than imaginable
in your time of need
and my time of giving you
eternal guidance in
my friendship built upon
our solid foundation
of trust, loyalty, love
for a beautiful tomorrow.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:47
Karyn Indursky
Lightly browned beef hair hides
under a raspberry water cap
as rippling masculine muscles cut
smoothly through lucid, tepid water
faster, faster, faster, faster, faster
with flip-flopping feet propelling, pushing
his lean, muscular, bronze body
forward until he has successfully
completed each intense swimming lap
and his roasted honey eyes
smile savory with growling gratitude
in achieving another standing ovation
before proudly taking first place
at the summer Olympic games
for America's men's swimming team.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:49
Karyn Indursky
At times one wonders
why he/she is listening
to people speaking
hollow nothings into their
yearning thoughts of substantial
conversations that may lead
herds of dreams beyond barriers
for blissful beginnings.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:52
For Expressing Poetry
Karyn Indursky
3/5/12
Butterflies of inspirations
floating across paper
to spread wondrous beauty.
Dragonflies of muses
flying from hands
for creating art.
Unicorns of imaginations
soaring into technology
to expand creativity.
Dragons of diction
igniting passionate perspectives
for expressing poetry.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 16:13
Forgive me father
Father of souls
Sorry it took me
Took me so long
See I was afraid
To fall in love
The love I've experienced
Has left me numb
Forgive me father
Forgive us all
See nobody is perfect
But life must go on
Forgive your children
Forgive our sins
I beg you show mercy
I understand
The pain that's derived from
Unfaithful love
But I still have hope
Like you do in us
Believe in myself
And look up to God.
posted on 2016/01/05 - 14:46
Karyn Indursky
Divorce is not an option
for a blue collar man
beating his trophy wife again
with his rock hard fists
connecting to her cashew skin
before her bones begin crackling
upon impact with the cellar
door before rapidly tumbling down
steep stairs only to meet
his pistol pressing into her
sequined dusty rose halter dress
after her golden honey hair
is saturated in her blood
from him pulling at it
viciously to see her green
apple eyes widen in horror
without an ounce of consciousness
left in her after he
more than happily kills her
for insurance money.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:45
Karyn Indursky
For Jess,
who longs for my poetry,
here goes nothing.
Writing poetry
isn't that easy.
It makes you put so much on the line.
You don't know how it's going to make you feel
or where it's going to go.
You don't know how it's going to make you feel
because sometimes it's just scary.
Sometimes, it makes you realize things
that you aren't ready for
or don't want to admit to.
Sometimes, the beckonings in my head are just too much.
Sometimes, it's easier for me to stray away from waht I'm feeling or thinking
because what I feel is almost always intense.
For you Jess,
I want you to know that I won't stop writing poetry or sending it to you.
I just want to leave my feelings and thoughts bottled up for one night.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:48
posted on 2013/09/29 - 19:45
Karyn Indursky
Used toys are carelessly thrown
into slimy metal garbage cans
smelling of well worn socks
that raise nose hairs, but
not concerned eyes of interest
other than to dispose of
what has no known value
among strangers passing them by,
but even to the person
ridding themself of these remnants
where no sentimental value exists
for old rag doll friends.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:47
Karyn Indursky
Keep children in their
twig nests upon solid
spruce branches with wiggling
worms dangling out of
your beak for feeding
furry feathered babies squawking
soundly until you regurgitate
every last drop into
their innocent stomach becoming
fully nourished before you're
snipping their flapping wings
for preserving youth.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:46
Karyn Indursky
Stripped down to nothing
she stares at white ginger
breasts not perky enough
for her satisfaction or
her buttocks not small
enough for her happiness
or her toned legs
not measuring up to
high standards or her
skinny arms not quite
perfect or her dainty
hands without long fingernails
to mock her dreams
and her burnt orange
hair stays pinned up
like her secrets
hidden behind her Alabama
eyes showing confidence below
external beauty when she
finally sees she's beautiful
upon looking out her
child's eyes touching her
healed mind lightly to
hug her from the
inside out and suddenly
knowing she's created
God's children hits her
upturned lips more delicately
than flower petals
left to be seen
for remembered beauty.
posted on 2013/02/23 - 19:58
Karyn Indursky
For the one-eyed wanders of love
who have yet to find that right person,
I offer you some guidance in faith.
The one is out there, but everything takes time.
Yes, the past does hurt, but it makes us wiser and stronger.
Yes, it would be easier without the pain,
but it builds character.
When you find the right one, you'll know
when you see their eyes, smile, touch their hand,
when the simple things mean the world to you.
You'll know when they love you back when you talk
with your eyes and body in the most intimate ways.
You'll know when you can just hold that one person
and feel complete by just having them in your arms.
Keep your heart open, spirit free, and time will heal
your pain as God teaches you patience, love, etc.
You won't always be brokenhearted.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 16:03
Sadness seeps into my heart
It's all done now, it's gone
I feel so lost and so far away
My heart feels like a stone
Too heavy a burden to bear
I wonder where it all went bad
I don't know when we lost our way
For the life of me I cannot find my way back
Even though I see the train headed for the cliff
It's a suicide run straight on to the end
Headlong into the the place of lifes regrets, we go
We draw nearer and I see it too clearly now
The ring is broken
Trust is gone
I don't see you anymore
I have struggled to find some small piece of you
Some part that could find it in your heart
To keep me from leaving
There is no longer any anger
No judgement lives inside of me
I hope you find your voice
Take a step toward finding peace
Let go of the that bundle of twisted wreckage
It holds you back and...
In this world it drags you down
Set it aside
I wish I could be here when...
You finally find the courage
To let it all go
I've been holding on alone and in the dark
I've searched for the words, for too many days
I thought if I said something magical in the just the right way
Then maybe you would see that it's just me loving you
Only wanting you to feel free and lighter in your soul
I wanted you to join me in this place of contentment
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow never comes and so....
We've only have this moment together
It should have been forever
posted on 2014/04/02 - 09:48
and i bleed for bleedings sake
i know it wont ease the pain
but anyway i try
but anyway i cry
as i tear
as i rip
rip it all to shreds
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:43
Most days, I can't bring myself to lift this pen,
To admit these feelings,
These thoughts that race through the maze that is my mind,
To be honest with myself.
I pulled all of the petals off the rose,
Suffice it to say
He loves me not.
Forever the optimist I will be,
And forever that will be my downfall,
If that has not already come to pass.
As I lie awake,
Unsure of all of the moments we shared,
Hopelessly I fall over and over.
Sometimes I fall through the gap,
Sometimes someone catches me,
But never has anyone broken my fall.
posted on 2013/02/20 - 07:32
Karyn Indursky
Swishing black cherry hair
moves rapidly with maneuvering
around the basketball court
while darting aggressive males
posing a constant threat
with their towering bodies
causing short denim shorts
to cling to sweaty
legs out smarting them
in New Balance Nike's
before breaking free to
sink a three pointer
easily with a washboard
stomach being fully exposed
as shocked men stare
at her basketball skills
instead of her string
bikini top holding softball
breasts while receiving her
glistening pure gold trophy
for women's basketball.
posted on 2013/02/23 - 15:04
For Your Haters
by Karyn Indursky
To everyone who
makes fun of
how you look,
the way you walk,
willingness to help others,
loan an ear,
exchange inside jokes,
swap stories,
dance to your own rhythm,
choice of diction,
sound of your laughter,
expressions on your face,
and every other person
feeling the compulsion
to belittle everything about you
let them hate you,
but don't allow them
to destroy you from
the inside out
because you're crafted
by God
and all of us have a purpose.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:39
so soft a whisper touch
silk like skin,
your need to feel
desire so much.
to be felt to undress
secret desires,naked body
your mind to confess.
passion so hot ,one needs so bad
release me from this prison,no time to be sad,
sences alert,this feeling inside
your reason to be touched,
is no reason to hide
lay your body beside mine ,
my ache you release
hot rush explodes
up my spine.
sweet cent spills like water will fall
drops onto my lips you scream for more.
so woman so deep
when i feel you inside
to hard to keep
to hard to deny.
touch just to explore
this desire i have
cant hold back anymore.........................
posted on 2013/01/14 - 05:25
Karyn Indursky
Oh,
what I'd give to have
that one forbidden fruit?!
Just to taste the sweetness and tenderness
even the bitter parts
would be ecstasy.
I want to run my fingertips
over the smooth sweet skin...
to hold would even be better.
That fruit is so tantalizing!
I want to put my lips on
that sweet skin and lick it
for the devastating taste and feel.
I want to hear the sound
of my teeth biting into it.
I want sweet tickling juices
running teasingly off my tongue
to my lips to my chin to trail
down my throat.
Then, I'd be in bliss
until I'd wipe off the juice.
Such a succulent fruit
to eat, taste, hear, and such,
but, yet, it's forbidden.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 20:00
They say that we should not be
But yet I still love you
They say that what we have is not real
But yet I still want you
They say that what we have should be forbidden
But yet I still hunger for you
They say that our love will never last
But yet here we are lost in each other again
posted on 2014/04/14 - 13:42
Karyn Indursky
Stars crossed,
the moon sailed through our universe
to bring us together.
Together, we are lost, yet comforted.
In the chaos of it all,
we find strength, faith, love
in one another.
Stars crossed,
the moon sailed through our universe
to keep us together.
You fought my feelings.
I fought yours.
Unspoken words/actions created a barrier.
We worked through it.
Stars crossed,
the moon sailed through our universe
to break us apart.
You went your way.
I went mine.
You found love.
I didn't.
You are ready to move on.
So am I.
posted on 2013/02/16 - 21:37
By Karyn Indursky
She's forced to abort
the baby she craves
more than life itself
because her beloved husband
refuses to a responsible
father and dad when
he'd rather be selfish
to continue his career
plans along with everything
else that revolves solely
around him and he's
leaving her to raise
an unwanted child
if she doesn't oblige
and another woman gets
forced into abortion.
posted on 2013/03/12 - 14:45
I've been staring at this wall,
Ever since the day,
That you went away,
My world has been cold and gray,
I look to the sun,
To see its not there,
Telling me its okay to despair,
Good-bye my love,
Forever and for always,
Good-bye my love,
Forever and for always,
I'm left to stare,
Forever and for always.
posted on 2006/02/20 - 06:55
Forever Faithful
Karyn Indursky
Precious like peace...
posted on 2013/10/23 - 14:47
Karyn Indursky
Forever in my heart
is Anthony.
Forever in my heart
the records of his life play.
Forever in my heart
his life passes me by.
Forever in my heart
I feel each passing moment.
Forever in my heart
I smell the fresh cut grass, car, etc.
Forever in my heart
I hear him laughing and yelling and protecting me.
Forever in my heart
he lingers on as I continue to grow.
Forever in my heart
is how I know he's not dead yet.
Forever in my heart
is how I know he lives on.
Forever in my heart
is how I know that I'm still with him.
Forever in my heart
is how I want it to always be.
Forever in my heart
is how it's meant to be.
Forever in my heart
is the only way to go when I can't die right now to be with him.
Forever in my heart
is like being forever in his arms.
Forever is my heart
there will always be Anthony.
Forever in my heart
will always be an infinite amount of love for him.
Forever in my heart
is admiration, respect, pride, etc., for him.
Forever in my heart
is where I grew up with him.
Forever in my heart
is where I learned love and caring and protection.
Forever in my heart
is where he taught me sacrifice.
Forever in my heart
is how he showed me sticking up for family is more important than what your friends think.
Forever in my heart
is how he showed me to live for me, not for others.
Forever in my heart
there is a legacy.
Forever in my heart
my feelings flow randomly.
Forever in my heart
I structure these feelings to learn more about myself and him.
Forever in my heart
is how I know to be me.
Forever in my heart
is how I know my love for him still goes on.
Forever in my heart
is me still learning from him.
Forever in my heart
is the message he left me in my dream.
Forever in my heart
is when he told me, "Some things don't have to be spoken."
Forever in my heart
is the information he's imprinted in me.
Forever in my heart
is all that he wanted to be and still is.
Forever in my heart
is that he's an angel and probably my guardian.
Forever in my heart
is how to speak not from my mouth, but rather from my spirit, soul, heart.
Forever in my heart
is how I can share my feelings and lessons through my writing.
Forever in my heart
is how I can keep him alive in a new found way.
Forever in my heart
is where I want him to stay.
Forever in my heart
is where he will always stay.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 14:46
Forever In Our Hearts
Karyn Indursky-2013
Blessed with angels...
Touched by faith...
Caressed by compassion...
Softened by memories...
Blessed with saviors...
Hugged by friends...
Accepted by family...
Welcomed into heaven...
Forever in our hearts.
posted on 2013/04/16 - 22:03
Karyn Indursky
Forever in your shadows
as you see
every woman, but me.
Forever in your shadows
as you date
each one solely, but me.
Forever in your shadows
as you break up
with them, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you cry
over them, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you find
your bride, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you slip
into a future with her, not me.
Forever in your shadows
as you love
her and your children, not me.
Forever in your shadows...
posted on 2013/02/28 - 14:09
I say to you don't make me mad I'm warning you that I'm vengeful. You think I'm asleep cause I show you peace and help you out like a man do. Old testament cause I don't want your soul, Jesus told me to replace him. I don't want slaves your soul should be free and honor God like it was meant to. Let truth be told the sphinx the door and y'all walk the bears yea I'm old school. You say you love me yes I love you too. Different idols yet it's all the same. Division is monetary gain but that can only take you all so far because debt is what that's for. Then when debt gets too big to hold, fire and the spoils of war. You are me and I am you. No one's more or less than you. So when demons in pigs take life to raise your anger in a lie. Conquer enemies with love and if you die be placed above.
posted on 2016/07/08 - 12:50
Forgive Yourself
Karyn Indursky
Oh please forgive me
for I am a mere human
and I can forgive you no more.
Oh please forget
how many chances
I gave you that I lost count.
Oh please erase
your memories of
how I expressed myself
and I got shown the door.
Oh please forgive me
so my redundant actions
and verbal exchanges
can hurt me more,
but all is fine
IF I'm the bigger person.
OH please don't mistake
my deep apologizes
that I am human
and when I know I'm right
about how you talk, treat people
I hate saying, "It's okay. Don't worry about it."
Oh please don't be mad
at me for expressing my honesty
as you dismiss mine repeatedly,
but pretend all is fine.
Oh please don't look at me
I feel torn like a paper
as you shredded me
in emotional perplexies.
Oh please forgive yourself
because I can't stay to lie
that it doesn't bother me
or hurt what you've done
or cutting words you've used.
Oh please forgive me
when I tried to have our issues
resolved and wanted a happy ending
we both could live with
for communication is vital.
Oh please forgive me
brought before you as
we'll pretend nothing happened
because confrontation
would make it worse.
OH please let's
go play "make believe"
and act like dolls
who can all get along.
posted on 2013/11/13 - 15:24
When I look at you it's like the world
Stops spinning around
When we talk it's like your voice is
The World's Greatest Sound
But when you touch me it seems like
I'm just your play toy
And now I'm thrown in the corner Forgotten
posted on 2012/02/24 - 21:17
posted on 2013/02/26 - 20:20
Forms Of Communications
Karyn Indursky
2/24/12
Eyes of expressions...
Hands of hearts...
Lungs of lyrics...
Forms of communications.
Letters of recognition...
Fonts of art...
Words of creativity...
Forms of communications.
Thighs of tonalities...
Legs of literature...
Veins of voices...
Forms of communications.
Alphabets of languages...
Sounds of diction...
Structures of liberality...
Forms of communication.
Feet of formats...
Touches of technology...
Fingers of feelings...
Forms of communication.
Rhythms of souls...
Connections of spirits...
Textures of perceptions...
Forms of communication.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 14:21
Forms Of Smiles
Karyn Indursky
2/13/12
Cracking jokes...
Dazzling eyes...
Illuminating faces...
Forms of smiles.
Hugging expressions...
Kissing emotions...
Nestling relationships...
Forms of smiles.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 20:21
By Karyn Indursky
Forsaken love was once what Kim wanted,
but, now, she doesn't.
Her dreams of any type of love are lost
in the dark windy cold night.
She doesn't want to risk everything for love
to only have her heart broken into
millions of pieces.
Kim turns away from the man before her and leaves
the forsaken love behind.
posted on 2013/03/08 - 13:36
Foundations For Success
Karyn Indursky
12/30/11
Linking communications.
Expressing ideas.
Conveying support.
Resolving dilemmas.
Rectifying situations.
Connecting personalities.
Using respect.
Applying honesty.
Offering help.
Giving compliments.
Appreciating associates.
Loaning ears.
Wondrous laughter.
Inspiring smiles.
Kindred eyes.
Entwining integrity.
Compatible attitudes.
Ample apologies.
Assorted suggestions.
Beautiful diversity.
Artistic freedom.
Demonstrating creativity.
Extending consideration.
Exceeding goals.
Utilizing strengths.
Establishing trust.
Obtaining friendships.
Passing evaluations.
Exercising understanding.
Acquiring success.
posted on 2013/02/23 - 15:07
Karyn Indursky
Twisted strands of lemon drip
down coconut skin gingerly
until brushing seductively against
melted bubble gum pink fabric
gently sticks to feminine curves
trying to hide beneath faded LEI
jeans covering bruises never noticed
when sparkling mossy green eyes
tell happy lies to anyone watching
her facade being performed routinely
as hollow insides eat heartily eat away
morsels of her whimpering soul begging
for a spoonful of genuine happiness
before she etches external scars deeper
than the bottom of the Mississippi River
automatically in her bedtime release
of letting out tainted blood
one droplet at a time
until it flows more rapidly than
white water rapid emotions
daring to come out from hiding
untold secrets while her blade slices
through paper thin veins easily
and leaves a still body in taking her
fountain of life.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 14:35
Karyn Indursky
Upon a mountain top she
stands with swishing winds
whistling sweet melodies. Upon
a mountain top she stands
in sandaled feet as fabric
winds itself around bold
curves of her slender body.
Upon a mountain top she stands
with her apricot skin shining
and looking good enough to
lick, suck, nibble, taste. Upon
a mountain top she stands
with auburn brown hair
blowing recklessly while crystal
blue eyes smile at watching
nature's beauty and her mind
paints picture more magnificent
than anything crafted until
her brush spreads watercolor
on to canvas and conveys
glorious findings. Upon a
mountain top she stands
stroking in fine details of
animals grazing, flowers blooming,
sunshine fading, Mother Nature
hovering. Upon a mountain
top she adds textures until
you can feel her emotions
pouring, seeping into your
eyes into your soul. Upon a
mountain top she stands
blending water droplets until
it doesn't look like a
painting, but reality. Upon a
mountain top she stands
watching the moon cast
it's curtain. Upon a mountain
top she stands sliding her
masterpiece into reservation. Framed
nature.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 13:43
Karyn Indursky
I could be
a freak show...
all by myself.
I get so
many gawks, stares, comments.
I'd be rich
if all I got was a dollar
for people's rude
behaviors and comments.
It's as though
they've never seen
sunburn before.
Yes, I have it really bad
on my face, arms, shoulders, legs,
but I shouldn't be
treated and looked upon
as a freak.
When this sunburn
turns to tan
I will no longer
be a freak show.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:46
Yes I forgive the people, also forgive the devil, yes I forgive them witches and everybody's betrayal, yes I forgive my vessel he didn't snap with the stressing by people claiming they'll help him but really their trying to break him, they drove his thoughts dark but he has such a good heart, he prays for those that wronged him he feels like he don't belong in a planet he stays alone, waiting in his room and in dreams travel the world, he doesn't want to be Lord and yet to Loki he's Thor, Pinocchio claims to be Odin but only my vessel is true, revelation yes I could force him but actions made him not sure, using the sword for kindness, being the light in darkness, slowly getting better while helping those trapped in madness.
posted on 2015/05/24 - 18:26
Karyn Indursky
Before an opal mirror
sits a woman staring
absent-mindedly as she
pins mole black hair up
in a perfect bun
while she beautifies herself
with various cosmetic expertly
to hide emotions behind
Montana eyes speckled with
bitter lies spinning around her
tangled web of hearing
voices from the past
telling her she's inadequate
as visions of abuse
filter through her senses
like an electric shock
before her scissors dig
into releasing tainted blood
from her hollow body
rejoicing in achieved freedom
upon drenching her white dove
fabric eagerly while she
floats into heaven to be
free among angels.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 17:44
posted on 2013/10/04 - 13:37
"I am strong. I am loved. I am beautiful. I am helpful. I am courageous. I am perfect (put an x through that). I am imperfect. I AM FREE."
posted on 2013/09/20 - 22:57
Life is a canvas
On this canvas are paintings of many different scenarios
Each painting holds a personal relevance to each of us
Your painting is nothing to me
My painting is every thing
vice versa
The paintings are constantly fluctuating through out the so called years
Fading from one color to the next
one image to another
Paint, water, liquid portraits of what we believe ourself to be
What a depression to cling to such things
But beneath these colors and these images what lies?
Isn't it a blank canvas allowing such madness appear?
The source where all ....the source where all is witnessed
I didn't paint this
Inever wanted this
It just is happening and for as long as I fight it
That much long will I live in spite
Spite to life
to myself
We tend to focus on the image before it's painted
Ignoring the very stroke taking place right now
How can the image be without this stroke?
Is there something that's left to be revealed?
A bunny in the hat perhaps
I do not know
Maybe it's best
Is all this a test, can we be allowed to rest
To lay our heads upon the pillow of God
And discontinue living in fraud
I;m not merely this body
This is no secret, but it's quite significant
Why must I feel that happiness is secret
discreet
posted on 2012/07/15 - 06:32
Karyn Indursky
Screaming words cut deeply
into her honey face
not uttering a word
back to him even
when he cracks her
bare buttocks with his
thick leather belt repeatedly
after pulling her long
bamboo brown hair hard
in getting her to
concede to his pounding
fists breaking crackling frail
bones as her shortbread
blouse drips blood stains
down her panther encased
track legs until her
pale gray eyes are
covered with a gasoline
drenched cloth before he
ignites it with his
best dad's cigarette lighter
before she is involuntarily
dying in scorching flames
as she is finally
freed of abuse.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:38
Fighting satan I am Michael, I am Lincoln and the reaper I was thinking. Felt alone at the top. Don't really own many things. I can get who I want. I really love all the same. I'll always show you love and sometimes might get upset. Like me and dislike me because I am the truth. You might think I replied but not everything I say is directed at you. Raised by my mother a warrior in these streets. My fight is with demons my people I will keep free. Different frequencies land of nightmares and dreams. I chose to become a man protecting you from my sins. I smile at your disrespect and I forgive your betrayal. I have come to understand you were just seeking attention. Now my infatuation for you is no longer existent iskra I'll always be your friend time for different pictures. The white, red and black almost turned me against y'all. Left me pale and in hell with those heartbreaking lessons. Still I managed to forgive and I rose one more level. Now I love from a distance. The outcome of forever.
posted on 2016/09/12 - 20:03
Karyn Indursky
Let freedom ring...
everyone say and do as they please.
Don't consider the other people around you
or how your behavior, attitude, etc. affects them.
Just be selfish.
It's not like it matters anyway, right?
Why do you care?
So what if they don't accomplish things over you?
Who cares if they care?
As long as you have freedom, does it matter?
There are rules, boundrie, etc. for reasons.
It's not always out to hurt you.
Maybe, you can accept it,
but, if not, that's too bad because you're not the only person who deserves freedom.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 23:32
Karyn Indursky
Freedom of expression
sets me free
when I stumble
across
writing my poetry.
Freedom of expression
awakens me
as my words flow
with a pen on a paper
to create my poetry.
Freedom of expression
livens me
as I set forth
my true essence of being
in my poetry.
Freedom of expression
captivates me
as I release
all the words, feelings, thoughts, ideas, emotions, longings, etc.,
into my poetry.
Freedom of expression
toys with me
as I find the right words
to say just what I feel, think, and what not
into what looks like only
my poetry.
Freedom of expression
suffocates me
with a cloud of emotion
as my hand
tells all
in my poetry.
Freedom of expression
is all I need
to show you
the me
behind the imagery
with my poetry.
Freedom of expression
empowers me
as now
I am ready
to share with you
my poetry.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 16:11
I feel as if a fool for believing myself, for as I utter my beliefs like a spool of wool, I know that I drool of pure lies, even in my own eyes.
I wonder what it is that know’s this, for it can’t be me that see’s this fleece of pretense
It’s as if secret when you look for something true
One will look with intensity and find nothing but the bill for your own dues
There must be a place from which one can stand that is unadulterated by the substance that we create in our heads
In bed when our heads will finally rest, are our dreams a test or are they are what they are, it’s as if all is a question, it’s really quite bizarre.
It’s hard to understand what even get’s me out of bed in these troubling times, life feel’s shallow, all treble and no bass line.
The scars of the past hit me as if they happened today, like when it’s the weekend and you SWEAR it’s a Tuesday
I don’t know who I am, it’s a loss of identity,I’ve strayed far from my home, I am now a foreign entity, that hurts itself mentally, where self motivation is of little nor crucial importance, basking in apathy where hell makes you cozy.
It says you are free while it straps your heart to the concrete.
These are all just feelings that are being wrote, not doing it for fun, nor as a joke. More as a goal, for some clarification, that all that weighs on my shoulders prove to be distraction, making the road home seem longer than intended.
posted on 2013/04/06 - 05:36
Can I release any resistance within me so my fingers can stroke freely upon what my mind has spoken
I retrieve a token that has as if fallen from the sky, I look up and see nothing but light, I look down and see nothing but fright
What iare these labels in which are instilled in my bones, Have I grown from the day I was born to the day I had sworn to to be something?
The dawn comes slowly as does the night, as I close my eyes, I project delight in accordance to what has been to ingrained to be right, all that is left to do is wright, about the topics that seem to shake the ground on which I stand, shaking my core to widen a crack, as if a smack to awaken from a drunken haze, GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, you silly man.
The keys upon which my fingers rapidly tap is a light from my lamp that reflects radiantly back, just a description, significant or not, does it matter if you're battered inside by what I write, I think not, I think it's up to you what makes you feel justified or makes you feel rot, I have been taught to fight with every ounce in my body to what is real, I have been taught to reject any happiness that pertains to a different schedule, I believe it's cruel, but than again what do I know, I am just a man in a world surrounded by paintings, that in them too have their own swirl of uniqueness that binds them to a pole that is sinking in the middle of the ocean, everything is in motion, as if no stability, I try and be still to the best of my ability, but still my cells are moving,.Can one own cells? How would one even tell, I dispell anything that is processed through this brain, and than I claim it as mine, and whn I question myself I scurry in fright, like a rat upon a ship that has set sail ffor a long time, doesn't know what he had gotten himself into does he?
posted on 2013/04/13 - 04:14
Array of doubt
admist the botanical garden
Signing off from my house
Signing off from my warden
What is my orgin
Will an answer come
No, it never does
I will cry myself asleep tonight
I will sleep without love
On both sides stand two walls
Walking alone
Unaware that it is a maze
They say it's so simple
I'm gassed from my brain
Peaking from over a summit
The shadows cast against the rocks
it is for me it seems
The thought crosses as I fall
I want your love, your guidance, your hope
They say it's me but I don't know
My only option is to go and die
To be alone and no more cry
A eulogy for blood still warm
If I don't try the pain won't swarm
Listen to me for no one else will
Don't you see I am lost
I have no will
From disgust of symptoms
My lust and it's intentions
Where is my recognition
I'm clumsy and itching
Woah
...
False alarm, I thought I was free
Still sitting here, still in a dream
Beliefs are so cruel
I'm as if in a duel
Two spirits battle within
It's not even real
I search for some light, I search, I search
I clench, I perk
There's nothing to be found
Insanity rebounds
Won't any motivation come to arrive
Even to eat, I no longer strive
I write many letters as if to say goodbye
Soon I believe, that it will be tme
posted on 2013/07/09 - 22:57
By Karyn Indursky
Near the door, he decided to stand.
As he stood, his legs began to shake.
All who were watching couldn't speak.
A silent fear ran down his spine.
Memories crawled into his head.
His eyes became glassy and cold.
A slithering tear met his cheek.
He stood there watching his family.
Slowly, he backed away.
All of his relatives were now his past.
For the final time, he made sure everything was ready to go.
There were no "good-byes" or anything.
Maybe, they presumed he'd come back.
They were wrong.
This was for good.
Turning back wasn't a choice.
He was ready for a fresh start.
posted on 2013/03/08 - 23:19
tomorrow is the first day
the first day of the rest of my life
wouldnt it be grand
if id really been given a second chance
to start again, from now til death
if only i could persued whoevers in charge
to give me that chance
to make it all true
to erase everything
every moment of the past 18 years
everything, that is, except for you
posted on 2005/01/09 - 04:24
Friend or Foe?
by Karyn Indursky
5/17/2011
In a whirlpool of fakes
where what appears
to be a diamond
is nothing more than
a wilting rose dying
from malnutrition, misunderstandings, deception
cherish your true friends.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:42
Friendly Faces
Karyn Indursky
Swapping smiles...
Gushing giggles...
Musical mingling...
Courteous consumers...
Blabbering babies...
Witty women...
Boasting boys...
Lustrous lyrics...
Mushy men...
Rampaging romance...
Fancy flowers...
Faithful friends...
Funny families...
Parading pets...
Whimsy writing...
Beaming bouquets...
Cherishing corsages...
Charming chivalry...
Life's leotard.
posted on 2013/03/07 - 14:06
Karyn Indursky
Like a flesh eating virus
he sinks his fangs deeply
into your tree peach skin
for a savory taste of your
heavenly essence until you
deteriorate into nothingness.
Like an electrifying vampire
he seduces you with
lusty long eyelashes beckoning
your throaty pleading moans
until he undresses you from
the inside out and turns you
into crumpled piles of
crimson velvet.
Like a sea-monster blindfold
being ripped off as your Band-Aid
you're seeing truths you never
imagined, thought, dreamed, fantasized
existed, but now those very things
you thought you wanted to know
you wish you didn't, but so much for
a simple wish.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:41
Karyn Indursky
Special friends
have captured
my heart
in various ways.
They're the people
I turn to for
an earful of insight
or that comforting smile
or that hug,
which seems to make the world just fine,
or those ears,
which know just when to listen,
or advice
or...
just anything.
These are the people
I yearn to help,
be there for,
etc.
Friends are there
when I want or need them,
even if I don't realize it at the time.
God
must have
given them to me
because they are truly
blessings in human bodies,
but, to keep things simple,
I can merely call them my "Friends."
posted on 2013/02/27 - 12:55
Friends For Hugs
Karyn Indursky
July 2012
Broken butterfly wings
shatter beneath jagged
edges of glass eyes.
Clipped butterfly wings
crumble underneath splintered
pieces of wooden diction.
Torn butterfly wings
flock to embracing
friends for hugs.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:40
Friends Networks
Karyn Indursky
1/27/12
Arches of trust...
Bridges of time...
Towers of support...
Castles of friendships.
Faces of diversity...
Eyes of communication...
Hands of art...
Bodies of friendship.
Invitations of hugs...
Envelopes of technology...
Stamps of secrets...
Seals of friendships.
Conversations of humor...
Exchanges of smiles...
Connections of souls...
Friends networks.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:39
Karyn Indursky
Friendship is like a flower.
Each person makes it grow.
As people get closer, each part gets defined.
Weak friendships make the other parts weaken.
Everyone contributes.
All of the parts are equal.
Blossoming occurs when friendship are at the their best.
It never stays the same.
Friendship is a gift like a flower.
Share the wealth and see what can happen.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:38
Karyn Indurksy
If your mind is toast
let me be the butter
upon your golden brown
exterior. If your mind
is lost let me be in
your hostess to travel
on. If your mind is empty
allow me to be your
server. If your mind is
wandering permit me to be
your beacon in the night.
If your mind is fried allow
me to be a fire extinguisher.
If your mind is on cloud-9
let me to be your billowy
cloud of happiness. If your
mind is mourning cry on
me and I will absorb your pain.
If your mind is reminiscing
remember me fondly. If your
mind is absent drink me in
and fill it with whatever parts
of me you need. If your mind
is distressed squeeze me as
your stress ball and let me
burst. If your mind is experiencing
amnesia lean on me to guide
you your difficult time. If your
mind is combusting with joy
and can't hold a secret confide
in me. If your mind is overloaded
dump what you need and want
on me. If your mind is blind
realize I am your friend through
everything.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 23:21
Friendship Bracelet
Karyn Indursky
September 2012
Shall I compare thy's friendship to a bracelet?
Thou art more dazzling and enchanted.
Clasping clips onto dainty wrists
With symbolic charms smiling at you
Without any teardrop memory lists
But thou red heart pounds with a blue-lit night
Caressing fragile skins of sisterhood
Within the confines of acquired trust
Hands holding onto bridges of friendship
While touches of memories pour honey eyes
So long as the tides crest and hands entwine
Thou'st shall be thine diamond bracelet friend
posted on 2013/02/22 - 23:12
Friendship Enhancements
Karyn Indursky
2/16/12
Welcoming embraces...
Inviting eyes...
Conversation motivators...
Charming smiles...
Encouraging voices...
Supportive ears...
Engaging laughter...
Understanding personalities...
Appreciating connections...
Sharing secrets...
Swapping stories...
Friendship enhancements.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:34
"A friend gives hope when life is low, a friend is a place when you have nowhere to go, a friend is honest, a friend is ture. A friend is precious and that my friend is you."
posted on 2013/09/21 - 13:01
Friendship Pastries
By Karyn Indursky
08/13/05
Pour compliments down my
What-the-hell-did-you-say
Throat after your inferred insults
That didn’t think I was smart enough
To figure out, but as I did.
Don’t’ scamper away and regurgitate
What you said with my blaring blue
Eyes digging into your soul.
I have no forgiveness
Until God gives me a helping hand
Towards moving on from fake friendship
You fed me.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:30
Friendship Peek (haiku)
Karyn Indursky
5/5/09
Rocky mountain eyes
Searching for your soul for friendship
Leave or extend hand?
posted on 2013/02/26 - 20:42
Friendship Request
Karyn Indursky 4/21/09
Tell me you care
and will be there.
Mean it.
Hold me.
Cherish me...
even when I'm a bitch.
Be my friend always.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 14:35
Friendship Tokens
posted on 2013/09/25 - 20:06
Friendship's Angel
Karyn Indursky
10/26/11
On the wings of hope.
Under the arms of faith.
Beside the oceans of friendship.
On the verge of courage.
Above the rainbows of creativity.
Beneath the thunderous laughter.
On the quest of enlightenment.
Beyond the depth of fearless eyes.
Upon the heart soars friendship's angels.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 17:50
Friendship's Arms
Karyn Indursky
11/12/11
Waterfalls of complexions.
Vines of eyes.
Textures of experiences.
Touches of tonality.
Continents of languages.
Peaches of wisdom.
Strawberries of jokes.
Exchanges of secrets.
Loans of ears.
Beaches of brothers.
Shores of sisters.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 22:15
Friendship's Binder
Karyn Indursky
September 2012
Shall I compare thy's friendship to a book?
Thou art more patient and tender.
Flapping pages do skip into red hearts
With your poetry adding sweet splendor
Imagery dancing with creative parts
But thou muse gets caught in a poet blender
Etching riddles in every single line
Within the chambers of inspiring minds
Painting hand-crafted stanzas on a vine
As canvas artwork begins to unwind
So long as the moon shades and eyes can read
Thou'st shall remain a book of poetry.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 23:15
Friendship's Courage
Karyn Indursky
September 2012
Once upon a time there was a fortress
hidden in an evergreen forest filled
with flowers of friendship.
Lady Annette and Princess Alana were sisters
off to see their bestie, Prince Winston,
but he was being held captive.
Lady Annette was no stranger to using fencing
and wiped out four guards with her
diligent hand making them clank the floor with
a thunderous thud.
From behind King Milton grabbed Princess Alana
and pressed his razor-sharp sword's blade
against her swan neck until it began
to trickle with droplets of blood.
Lady Annette had tucked a dagger into
her garter belt with the distraction of a
tanned leg she was able to grab it.
Princess Alana used her elbow
to jab him in his gut as hard as
she could while Lady Annette
slayed him with her dagger.
Prince London was King Milton's bodyguard
and tried to kill them both,
but Princess Alana wasn't going down
without a fight or let her sister be slaughtered.
Princess Alana took the sword from King Milton's
dead hand and stabbed Prince London
with a fierceness that won the victory.
Lady Annette and Princess Alana were shaken up,
but together they were one heck of a team
and sliced spider webs while overstepping skeletons
to get to her best friend, Prince Winston.
With Princess Alana making sure no one else was there,
Lady Annette broke the shackles with the heart of a warrior
and the three of them went on an ebony stallion
race to freedom.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 18:31
Friendship's Eyes
Karyn Indursky
11/12/11
Discrimination decreased.
Opportunities increased.
Colors beautifying.
Superficiality shrinking.
Availability's expanding.
Spirits smiling.
Racism relenting.
Flexibility exceeding.
Welcoming nationalities.
Stereotypes subtracting.
Adaptability flowing.
Learning accents.
No colors.
No restrictions.
No exemptions.
Friendship's eyes.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 14:40
Friendship's Faith
Karyn Indursky
6/28/11
Guided by your heart,
not eyes.
Soaring with laughter,
not language barriers.
Smiling with eyes,
not labels.
Holding onto compromises,
not grudges.
Learning to trust,
not judge.
Allowing rainbows,
not "selected" pigmentation.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 17:52
Friendship's Fakes
Karyn Indursky
10/4/11
The fake friends
are the ones
pretending to listen.
The fake friends
are the ones
who talk behind your back.
The fake friends
are the ones
pretending to care.
The fake friends
are the ones
who don't keep secrets.
The fake friends
are the ones
pretending not to judge.
The fake friends
are the ones
being hypocritical.
The fake friends
are the ones
who hurt you the most.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 17:51
Friendship's Flight by Karyn Indursky
Shall I compare friendship to a dove's flight?
Thou art more graceful, creative, and pure
With thy poetess hand flying like kites
Into canvas skies of her love's allure.
Wings of emotion flutter into eyes
Tickling velvet feathers of diction
With thee's fingers caressing keyboard keys
For exploring her poetic fiction.
Liberality waves rivet her hand
With the guidance of her romantic heart
Soaring upon tranquility's free land
Etching within her soul of a sweetheart.
Alas dove's darling air kisses shall dare
To skimmer across the lips of the page
But her imagination starts to flare
Like a sizzling candle wick of sage.
So long as the whispering winds blow
Dove's flight of poetic friendship shall flow
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:03
Friendship's Journey
Karyn Indursky
11/12/11
Twigs of trust.
Berries of compromises.
Hills of hugs.
Paths of negotiations.
Bridges of faith.
Leaves of listening.
Buds of gratitude.
Bricks of support.
Ponds of comfort.
Fields of diversity.
Horizons of friendships.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 15:22
Friendship's Poetry
Karyn Indursky
10/27/11
In my eyes
lies my heart.
In my heart
lie precious memories.
In my arms
lie my dreams.
In my prayers
lie my friends.
In my friends
lie my soul.
In my soul
lies endless poetry.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 18:01
Karyn Indursky
Open conversations.
Closed lips.
Shared trust.
Bonded souls.
Clutching dreams.
Voicing fantasies.
Softly sobbing.
Automatically consoling.
Sincere kindness.
Genuine tears.
Held hands.
Weeping words.
Inspiring advise.
Funny comments.
Thoughtful suggestions.
Encouraging feedback.
Honesty blended.
Soothing spirits.
Adventurous activities.
Fun gripped.
Bold smiles.
Whispered remarks.
Loud giggles.
Muffled chuckles.
Offered help.
Given esteem.
Taken essences.
Freed isolation.
Friendships abroad.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 18:15
Frigid Blue Perfection
Karyn Indursky
Frigid blue eyes peer out a window
letting tears fall in an ocean of emotions
washing down the paths of memories.
Frigid blue eyes glisten like ice-crystals
being chiseled by the pangs of a jaded past
eclipsing her poetic heart.
Frigid blue eyes harden like a soldier
upon seeing company for shielding emotions
is what she's lived to survive.
Frigid blue eyes are a glacier veil
only being cracked by honesty
in times of solitude.
Frigid blue eyes are the mask
that fools when cosmetics can cover
and paint any picture desired.
posted on 2013/03/07 - 14:24
Frog Kisses
Karyn Indursky written with Dove
Upon a green Lily pad sat a Frog Prince
Croaking songs of freedom" Freed with a Kiss
how could a Princess he convince
Upon a lily pad he made a list
I shall inpress her by catching a fly
or perhaps I jump up as far as I can
and grab a bright shining star way up high
and place it at the tips of her sweet hands
Then the Prince knew what had to be done
He'd tell her "I love you with all my heart"
So he croaked his love, it was so much fun
The Princess fell for him right from the start
She kissed the Frog Prince on his tender nose
And like great magic a Real Prince arose
posted on 2013/12/09 - 19:07
Frog Serenade
Karyn Indursky
Upon a green Lilly pad sat Sir Frog
opening morning curtains with his songs
of how to kiss a princess in love's fog
where in his small arms is where she belongs
Ms. Princess heard his lovely serenade
and her emotions started to change now
for boyfriend material is he played
a new role in her life and he took bows
Sir Frog kissed Ms. Princess upon her lips
and he began to transform into Prince
a smile was creeping with dancing hips
making them dancing partners ever since
so long as there are frogs croacking their songs
sweet romances are where they shall belong
posted on 2013/12/09 - 19:39
Frog-Leg Soup
Karyn Indursky
July 2012
Upon the golden brick road
was Dorothy sporting
a tank top and denim skirt...
The Tin Man needed oil...
The Lion needed courage...
and Dorothy needed the wizard.
Dorothy found the Tin Man first.
She used her W-40.
His joints began to fiddle.
They headed to the Lion,
but there was a witch,
who wasn't letting them through
without solving a riddle.
Dorothy couldn't figure it out.
The Tin Man was stumped.
This had the witch laughing.
In desperate need to shut the witch up,
Dorothy took her high-heel pumps
and knocked her out.
The Tin Man stole a bottle of water
after Dorothy unlocked the door
and they poured the water on the witch
to make her melt upon the floor.
Together, they found the Lion.
He was smiling ear to ear.
Dorothy looked so pretty.
The Tin Man was envious...
Dorothy was oblivious...
and the Lion began to chatter.
Dorothy got them to walk
with her while they discussed
finding the wizard.
Gumdrops started falling from the sky...
Skittles started to jiggle on trees...
and chocolate flowed like a river.
They decided it was a sign.
Slowly, they proceeded to swim
in the river of imaginations.
At the end of the river
was the wizard
with a glass of milk.
Dorothy chugged it.
The Tin Man got more oil...
and the Lion found the courage
to ask Dorothy out.
Dorothy was happy
to balance her sugar,
but wasn't willing to date.
The Lion wouldn't listen...
Dorothy got pissed...
and Tin Man lashed out.
Dorothy didn't want the drama...
The wizard slipped her his wand...
and they turned them into
frog-leg soup.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 18:14
Karyn Indursky
Traveling through your poetry is
traveling through your white rapid water adventures
in a canoe not knowing when the water will splash me
with raw emotions and daring images dangling
from the sky like giant feathers tickling my soul
to make me laugh
before I cry out
not in agony, but
sheer delight because
I've come into new light
from an unknown darkness.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 14:29
Karyn Indursky
I talk without an ear listening
to smooth jazz rolling off my blue lagoon
tongue smiling its dance
before strawberry martini eyes
water glasses full of dreams
gone long after I've walked away
from empty conversations.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 22:34
You tried to change me.
You manipulated me.
You lied to me.
And you still have the audacity to get mad at me.
You aren't worth my time,
Or my observation.
You aren't worth my love,
Or my affection.
If or when you read this,
I hope you'll recognize what I'm saying.
When you receive your next kiss,
I hope you'll be paying.
The bible says to forgive,
And to forget.
I say to not live,
And to regret.
What you've done is unforgivable to me,
The things you say are insulting as such.
Now I hate you as far as the eye can see.
And I could never regret loving you as much.
posted on 2011/10/04 - 17:29
trembling, shaking, twitching, turning
sweating on the coldest day in months
tear(cry)ing, tear(rip)ing, pouring, breaking
losing grip on all parts of me
even as this pen twitches
from my shaking hand
from my trembling heart
an empty set of empty words
from the darkest, broken, ugly soul
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:43
From inside the window does outsides play appear to me
Obscured from rain that leaks from the gutters
The gutters...Accumulated filth
Autonomy is the dictator of this sad living
Mirages are my master
love my craving....Love... has been limited
Therefore it is gone, for beliefs draw over my eyes
Such as the drapes to the window I pull
The outside play seems as if it provides little assistance
Only solitude in which I wither inside
Is there hope somewhere in this hell that may someday provide
But that hope is gone, it's nothing but ice
I sit now as a stump from a once prosperous tree
Just stump with no action and no sense of living
Oh how many self-judgemental thoughts come in front of these eyes
as if shadowing any light that I refuse to let in sight
Synapses frailed and I move in resistance
There's little to be said for one who is encrypted
Especially when the programmer can't even depict it.
posted on 2013/06/02 - 23:21
Karyn Indursky
From deep within the dark shadows...
a light showed with elegant beauty.
Far and wide, people traveled to see it.
No one was pure enough to get it.
Contests were held weekly to find a ruler.
Winning never happened.
They were all losers.
Everyone wanted the light without thinking, trying, etc.
What did it require to enter the mysterious light?
After a while, the people gave up.
Years later, it was noticed that the light was spreading.
Dumbfounded, people clustered around the opening.
Seeing in was not quite possible.
Groaning came from behind them.
Lost in contentment, the gut-wrenching sound was ignored.
The crowd slowly parted.
Emerging through the path was a figure draped with a black gown.
Closer and closer the figure came.
Cautiously, it caressed the opening.
Baffled, everyone gawked.
The figure opened the golden gates with grace.
It stepped inside.
Removing the gown the figure became vivid.
Before the people stood an angel.
Suddenly, the angel gave them a message.
Taken aback, the people became pure with proper behavior.
As they died, the light grew brighter as the gates opened.
Many lessons were learned.
Then,...
the cycle began again and again.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 20:16
Karyn Indursky
Don't bother buying
me a Hallmark
card this year.
Don't bother buying
me a box
of assorted chocolates.
Don't bother buying
me a pretty
piece of jewelry.
Don't bother buying
me fancy perfumes
to spray on.
Don't bother buying
me elegant clothing
to strut in.
Don't bother buying
me a lavish
dinner at a restaurant.
Don't bother buying
me any roses
that will wither.
Don't bother buying
me a bottle
of special champagne.
Don't bother buying
me materialistic presents
from selected stores.
Take the time
to show me
you truly care.
Take the time
to open doors
for me.
Take the time
to read me
something you wrote.
Take the time
to spend time
with me.
Take the time
to share your
dreams with me.
Take the time
to tell me
about your day.
Take the time
to smile and
laugh with me.
Take the time
to walk with
me holding hands.
Take the time
to be affectionate
and show compassion.
Take the time
to give me
all your love.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 15:39
Karyn Indursky
Frost brings its orchestra
with violin and harpsichord winds.
Leaves sway, grass sashay, animals shimmy
in unison with the melodies of winter
arriving to end one season of opportunities
for a fresh start with new opportunities. Owls cry
softly as they are my soloists carrying the tune
with soft caresses to be slapped by screaming
as its mixed with the love of the crests and troughs
of life. Inmates in the forest stir
as they are now awaken. Howls, barking, meowing,
and pitter-pattering feet begin to join
the celebration. Squirrels, raccoons, possums,
skunks, birds, rabbits, snakes, and everything
singing my love song of winter
after humming, dancing, and performing
a play to demonstrate the changes
occurring around me and those that have
already taken place in spring, summer,
and autumn to help me recognize
all the good times I've had after
my struggles. My show of progression.
The song fades as I awaken
to my new start.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 14:18
The pain is overwhelming and I cannot accept it
How do you put the shine back on the maggot eaten apple?
Once you have seen behind the curtain it is done
I hear the angst and the soul wrenching agony of confusion and betrayal
I feel it my own bones---my aching soul
Once you see the true nature of this world we've made and it’s savageness, how can you ignore the awful truth?
The veil of denial has been lifted and the ugliness revealed
When nothing looks good and every one seems to have forgotten you, do you turn away from that emptiness or....
Step into the black abyss of despair?
Do you accept the truth and live on the edge of madness or step away into the void?
There is nothing in the day that can erase the sorrow and joylessness
Everyone looks at you like you are the one who is insane
I look again and see myself in this terrible cycle of pain upon pain
My depression feeding on my sorrow, regrets, and guilt and it goes on and on and on….never ending
What it must feel like to awaken in the morning and feel a giddiness for the day ahead
I cannot remember that childish feeling the elation anymore
What is it to just survive another day to come home to sit and deteriorate....
Only seeking a moments respite?
It is a prison sentence in a cell of my own creation
Walls without end they fade into the distance when I look at them
It haunts me to sleep and in my dreams I struggle to breathe
My heart beating as if to escape the confines of my chest to be free
I look inside myself and I wonder where the rest of me is
There is no hope, joy, satisfaction, contentment
I've lost my faith, morality and honor
The acceptance and the perseverance I once had are lost
All I see is the ruination of inaction
I am a man frozen
Trapped in the ice held here by fear and self doubt
Love lies bleeding in my hands
posted on 2014/01/15 - 00:20
snow covered terrains beckon a confused boy
calls him back to where he thinks he may belong
crawling into cave after bright cave
the light, the cold, the burn of no hope
he lets himself go
swallowed whole
submits to all around him
goes blue
doesnt notice
as every tear freezes
shatters
before even finding ground
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:44
Who knew a heart could break so willingly?
With a clash of metal connecting to the stone cold heart
A pure form of art
The pain, oh the pain
Brought upon itself
A gasp of air, a short breath
Lay that dear heart to rest
All passion is gone
Due to an unfaithful lover
Eyes that brought warmth now see ice cold orbs
Taking all memories back to that fateful night
Through the threshold those legs walked only to discover
Her lover surely had another
There they lay in her bed
In the heat of the moment as she quickly said,
“How could you?”
The two years of adoration had been wiped out in second
Now that does not seem fair
Turning away, needing to run
It’s too late for this devastated soul
Collapsing through the doorway, no sound echoes through lost ears
No salty tears, no livid words
Only frozen in the moment that treacherously stabbed her heart
Reliving each moment when the entire world froze to watch her plunge
posted on 2007/03/12 - 00:36
Karyn Indursky
I thought about how fascinating
it will be to get to know you
and what makes you attractive
beyond the physical.
I thought about how stimulating
it is to talk with you
and how easy you are to talk with
as my pulse races.
I thought about how glorious
it is that you haven't labeled
or judged me yet, but consider me
a potential date.
I thought about how luxurious
it is to possible explore an enlightened mind
verses a simple man with nothing more
than his looks.
I thought about how ludicrous
it is for me to have such desires
when I have no idea how you feel
and lack the guts to tell you.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:16
Fruits For Muses
Karyn Indursky
4/23/12
Delectable as pineapple....
Scrumptious as pears...
Enticing as strawberries...
Tasty as plums...
Passionate as cherries...
Intriguing as apples...
Desirable as peaches...
Creative as asparagus...
Plump as oranges...
Ripe as raspberries...
Juicy as watermelon...
Satisfying as blueberries....
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:22
Frustration
Karyn Indursky
11/22/11
Rippling tension.
Crumbling patience.
Mixed wires of communication.
Taped vocabulary.
Dissipating understanding.
Crossed signals of communication.
Blinded eyes.
Pouring emotions.
Shredded papers of communication.
Deaf ears.
Limited talking.
Blocked vocals of communication.
Bent fingers.
Broken arms.
Restricted appendages of communication.
Stretching muscles.
Seeking compassion.
Using cables of communication.
Adjusting diction.
Applying negotiations.
Traveling bridges of communication.
Loaning sights.
Confiding enlightenment.
Shared notes of communication.
Written words.
Talking slowly.
Compromising words of communication.
Helping hands.
Kind tonalities.
Opened doors of communication.
posted on 2013/03/05 - 17:34
fuckimtired.
thiswillbealousypoem.
sorry.
posted on 2015/04/14 - 05:25
night
fast approaching
sleep
maybe dreaming
you
so wonderous
you
so wonderful
you
what dreams are made of
posted on 2005/02/16 - 17:50
Fueled By Dreams
Karyn Indursky
6/10/12
Sweltering like kisses...
Dripping like desire...
Sweating like skins...
Kindling like attraction...
Sensual like diction...
Igniting like eyes...
Crackling like chemistry...
Fueled by dreams.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 23:14
Karyn Indursky
Blessed are those
who have acquaintances,
but more blessed
are the people
able to accurately
distinguish the differences
between their everyday
acquaintances, friends, and
don't forget leeching
pretenders trying to
steal everything feasible
from blinded people
in obtainment of
fulfilling greedy prosperity.
posted on 2013/03/04 - 15:23
Karyn Indursky
I was trying to get Conner down for a nap and he was refusing. So, I let him down and planned on trying again in a few minutes. Well Conner went into the kitchen to my mom and was making all kinds of words and sounds. So, my mom asked him if I was being mean and he told her, "No." We were surprised that 1) he answered her, 2) it was so crystal clear, and 3) that he didn't say "yes" since I had been trying to get him down for a nap. Then he proceeded to ask him if mommy loves him and he told her clear as day, "Yes." At 16 months he already knows that I love him. Also, when he's asked if he loves me he does tell you, "Yes." There is nothing more precious than a love of a child or them accepting your love.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 21:56
Fused Poetry
Karyn Indursky
June 2012
Flairs of fiction...
Tinges of tone...
Touches of imaginations...
Hints of muses...
Blends of rhythms...
Beats of bodies...
Merging passion...
Fused poetry.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 17:27
Fusions Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
6/2/12
Emotions to minds...
Minds to fingers...
Fingers to expressions...
Expressions to diction...
Diction to eyes...
Eyes to interpretations...
Interpretations to hearts.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 13:36
What are you going to do with your life?
I don't know
Do I really need a plan?
My life is the same as yours
it's our life
we're connected.
What is life going to do with me?
is a better question
indeed
I don't want to feed myself expectations
because limitations
lie beneath.
I just wanna be glad to be here.
posted on 2012/03/04 - 22:12
A picture says a thousand words, it's time to bring back the hieroglyphs, no cat fish, the dog turned out to be a cat and we call it sphinx, along with 3 beauty marks that are pyramids, sin now pay later the message we give, blink of an eye blink again and you can meet a myth
posted on 2015/02/05 - 18:25
A heart is a heart,
A name is a name,
Love is a word,
Said in a game,
A game with no winners,
In the end everyone loses,
Who holds your heart,
Is something the game chooses,
All are welcome to play,
Play at your own risk,
Is a lifetime of agony,
Worth a moment of sheer bliss?
The instructions are simple,
The price, your heart,
Roses mask,
The thorns so sharp,
Vulnerbility is a disease,
Spreading contagiously,
From heart to heart,
Taming the wild and free,
No turning back,
Once the game has begun,
Keep in mind,
No one has ever won.....
posted on 2006/05/07 - 06:49
posted on 2013/02/26 - 15:34
Karyn Indursky
Freshly plucked petals fall
upon puddle stomped cement
laughing at acid tears
plopping down in streams
like a dried river
no longer sharing love
with spectating people commenting
without seeing natural beauty
beneath a tarnished surface
only needing extra work
to expose its elegant
attributes amongst other blossoming
flowers in the beautiful
garden of nurtured relationships.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:56
Gardened Animation
Karyn Indursky
Poetic drafted words
dress in orchard flowers
to bloom with pink rose adjectives
watering sunflower adverbs
with stemmed nouns growing
buds of imagery blooming
gardens of animation.
posted on 2013/06/20 - 12:11
From an budding friendships
planted by meaningful conversations
to exchanged hugs through thick and thin
to hanging out we've grown
into a garden of family.
posted on 2013/07/08 - 13:38
Gas anyone?
by Karyn Indursky
An arm.
A leg.
A fingernail.
Give toes.
An elbow.
A calf.
A thigh.
Give fingers.
An eyebrow.
A set of eyes.
A box of organs.
Give hair.
An eyelash.
A breast.
A testicle.
Give hips.
An autopsy.
A pile of bones.
A body bag.
Give skeletons.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 15:36
Gazes Of Romance
Karyn Indursky
12/30/11
Chocolate melting blue.
Blue scorching hazel.
Hazel burning gray.
Gray wilting pink.
Pink igniting brown.
Brown meeting brown.
Brown introducing blue.
Blue greeting gray.
Gray welcoming hazel.
Hazel inviting pink.
Exchanging glances.
Secret attraction.
Maintaining interest.
Connecting souls.
Gazes of romance.
posted on 2013/02/23 - 15:02
Gems Of Nature
Karyn Indursky
6/6/12
Trees of emeralds...
Roses of rubies...
Clouds of pearls...
Suns of amber...
Moons of opals...
Stars of diamonds...
Gems of nature.
posted on 2013/02/26 - 15:32
brace tight for the crash i cant bear
grasping my pain filled hand so tight
of this anguish filled body of a dead heart, dead soul
i brace and slowly let go
when youre dead you dont care how hard you crash
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:45
Get A Life
Karyn Indursky
Stop reading my email.
Stop spreading rumors and lies.
Stop making assumptions.
Stop taking credit for my poetry.
Stop believing I'm advertising.
Stop tricking me and faking friendships.
Stop trying to switch my medicine to isolene...
it's illegal, not your job nor your place.
Stop harassing me.
You should be sued.
posted on 2013/03/11 - 15:03
Get A Therapist
Karyn Indursky
When being mean insensitive and selfish makes you feel good...
When doing nothing but shit talking makes you feel good...
When being paranoid overtakes your ability to function...
When fucking with people brings your pleasure...
When you don't know the difference between true and fickle friends...
When pissing people off, raising their anxiety, triggering memories and just being a bitch/ass makes you feel good...
When you think every poem is about or for it...
When you forget to have a life of your own and trying to run or meddle in mine...
Seek a fucking therapist.
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posted on 2016/08/09 - 06:25
Karyn Indursky
Breaking up felt painful,
but,
realistically,
it was the right thing to do.
As the months have passed,
I've started to see
things differently
and mature more.
We're worlds apart now.
I'm changing
in so many ways,
but you're not.
You've kept things
the same,
have the same perspective,
and all.
It works for you.
That doesn't cut it for me.
I'm opening
my eyes and heart
to a world
that feels and looks and smells
are different.
My life
is changing
in so many ways.
I don't know
how exactly to handle it,
but it's changing me.
I now know so many things like...
don't yell. It doesn't help. People appreciate it. Plus,k you get to feel good about yourself.
it doesn't matter what you wear
as long as you're comfortable.
don't hold everything in.
be honest. Some won't like it, but you'll feel better in the end.
talk to people. They actually do listen and care.
It's alright to cry and let things out.
despite all the baggage you carry, your family's always there.
your mom will be a better friend to you than the friends you've picked. She will be there, take you places, listen, talk to you regularly, care, etc.
even though your siblings can be cruel, merciless, etc., they're still there for you.
you can learn anything if you open yourself up.
There's plenty more
that I've learned.
You don't seem
interested or caring.
I tried warning you
about your life style,
but
you're not willing to listen
or change any
or accepting to the truth
or willing to admit anything.
I hope one day
you'll learn and
change,
but I can't
make you.
I'm just
here to be your friend.
So,
try letting me be one.
It'll be rocky,
but nothing ever is perfect.
As hard as this is for you,
it's still hard on me.
I have to make all these realizations on my own.
I'm still trying to become a better person and be successful.
It's time for me to start getting back to me.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 16:02
Karyn Indursky
I tried the pill, Nurva Ring, and now the Paraguard. None of it has worked for me. Since I have absolutely no desire to bare anymore children, I'm going for the surgery to be fixed. If God wants me to have any more children He'll have me wind up with a man who has one or more of his own. Otherwise, I am completely done and I have no regrets. I've wanted to get fixed for over a year now. Everyone has tried to persuade me not to do it. They kept telling me I'd change my mind one day down the line, but after over a year I still feel just as passionately as I did back then. I really don't want to bare anymore children. I don't want to go through it physically, mentally, or emotionally. I don't care to have any reoccurrences of what I ended dealing with by it not working out with Greg. Realistically, having more children doesn't make things easier, it makes it harder. It's even more mentally, physically, and emotionally demanding than having one kid. Honestly, I've reached my limit here. I can't handle more than raising one kid on my own. I don't wish to bring another child into this world that isn't wanted. I do want Conner and I don't regret him, but no I don't have any desire to have anymore children. I love him unconditionally. He has literally saved my life, but if I had anymore children I don't think it'd be the same positive feeling about it. I think other people would be a lot more happy about it than I would. I'd be the one dealing it and raising the kid. They wouldn't be paying the bills, dealing with the tantrums, doctor appointments, teething, feedings, sleep deprivation, and all it entails to be a parent. Maybe if I wasn't a single parent in this situation I'd feel differently, but after all I've endured, overcome, and am continuing to overcome I'm trying to be realistic and practical, not fantastical. In an ideal world every child would have two parents who love them unconditionally and would do anything to raise them and help them, but realistically things don't go always according to plan. The next thing you know instead of struggling to raise one kid you're stuck struggling trying to figure out how to raise more. Some people can handle this and they're much stronger than I am. But I'm not strong enough to handle raising anymore children on my own. I have Conner to raise and I'm constantly helping out with my nephews and niece and at times Zack. I already feel overwhelmed by it and consumed sometimes. It feels like I'm raising 5 or 6 kids when realistically I'm only responsible for one, Conner. So in a nutshell I'm getting fixed and if one day I meet a man who doesn't reciprocate my feelings I'll be showing him the door because it's my body, my life, and my decision. If he has any kids of his own, I'll be open to accepting them as though as they are my own has Ernie has done for me and my other siblings. Other than that though, the chapter of me being able to reproduce will be diminished shortly and I thank God for it. The way it works now I can have it one day, leave the same day, and it's not nearly as painful or anything as it used to be.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 17:46
Karyn Indursky
God picks me up
after I've fallen down,
but You just keep pushing me down.
You nag and eat and fester in my being.
You make me feel guilty, ashamed, dirty to the core.
You make me lose myself in your evilness.
You constantly tug at my hurt.
You make my pain flow in a stream.
You make me want to hide.
You make me distant.
You make me lose myself,
but God's helping me on getting me back up.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 15:47
CRASH AND BURN
THE ALARM IS BLARING
SMOKE BLOCKS CLEAR VISION
WE'RE ALL IRRATIONAL
NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME
YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAVE DIED
MAYBE THEN I'D FEEL BETTER
BUT ONLY FOR A SECOND
BUT I WOULD NEVER NOTICE IF YOU UP AND LEFT
YOU'RE GONE LIKE YESTERDAY
MY HEAD IS SPINNING WITH MEMORIES
BEST IS AN UNDESERVING TITLE
MY WORLD IS SMOKING FIRES OF TEARS
I DIED SLOWLY THROUGH EVERY TANTALIZING LIE
YOU KILLED ME
BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS
NOW I'M THE GHOST OF WHO I USED TO BE
posted on 2007/03/08 - 22:14
Gift Exchange
Karyn Indursky
3/27/12
I'm sorry for
connecting your eyes to mine.
I'm sorry for
wanting to make you
happy, cared for, and healthy.
I'm sorry for
drowning in your
smiles, laughter, and your arms around me.
I'm sorry for
being honest, accepting, affectionate, and
enjoying the journey of being myself.
I'm sorry for
burdening you with
the gift of having me.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 15:48
Gift Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
10/31/11
Words across a page
caressing your face.
Sweet melodies singing
to your soul.
Gentle aromas tickling
your nose.
Enticing your eyes
until you salivate.
The wondrous sight
of God's gift of poetry.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 15:38
Karyn Indursky
Ginger hair.
Cinnamon body.
Blue M & M eyes.
White icing dress.
Gingersnap painted nails.
Chocolate icing high heels.
Oven fresh aroma.
One bite.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 14:19
Karyn Indursky
Frosty winter eyes glimmer
as its icy teeth
nips, nibbles, grinds, chews, eats
greedily away at exposed flesh
while penetrating clothing
to snap tidbits of morality
without discrimination in its feast
upon us to feed its raging hunger
in the pit of its acid stomach
screaming for more and more
crispy gingersnap people.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 20:40
Karyn Indursky
Lean on me while your eyes
fill with solemn tears
and need a thumb to
wipe away your pain.
Lean on me while your eyes
get blood-shot from hours
of mourning your beloved pet
and allow me to cry with you.
Lean on me while your eyes
absorb the golden rays of hope
beyond this time of despair
and I will hold your hand.
Walk with me while your eyes
dance with happiness and together
we will dance in the rain
in the circle of unconditional friendship.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 16:00
I rose from the fire that was made so long ago,
Fragile as an angel's soul,
Peeking through the curtains,
Trying not to break,
Won't wander out too far,
Who knows what could scratch or scar?
Look into the sky, wish upon a star,
Whatever you wish,
Be careful not to push me to hard,
I might shatter when I fall,
Like a puzzle with a million pieces,
Would you take the time to glue me back together?
If I bleed or cry,
Would you wash me like glass and leave me out to dry?
If i scream in fear,
Would you lock me away as I let go of my tears,
If you suddenly get bored,
Will you drop me on the floor?
I'll admit I'm complicated,
And I can get infatuated,
But would you treat me like glass,
Just because you say I'm sensitive,
Forever will never pass,
If I'm treated this way I'll never live.
posted on 2006/02/21 - 22:14
Karyn Indursky
Bronze hair flies
in salty sea breezes
tickling statue gray eyes
watering as flip-flops
smack gritty grains of sand
like bouncing emotions
before reaching outstretched
views of enchantment
when a climbed mountain
shows sudden insight
to replace blinded perception
and chisels through
walls of a liquefied
glass cage.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 22:06
Karyn Indursky
Cinderella's playful pink gown
covers me as though I'm invisible
compared to the Prince's hands
as I make her appear light
when in reality her weight
worries me for I am glass
and left behind in her haste
to return home without me
only to have her fair Prince
place me back on her dirty foot
for I am Cinderella's
glass slipper.
posted on 2013/02/23 - 15:00
Glitters Of Friendships
Karyn Indursky
6/16/12
Shimmering butterflies...
Sparkling stars...
Twinkling dragonflies...
Creative eyes...
Artistic hands...
Embroidered hearts...
Glitters of friendships.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 16:12
Karyn Indursky
Blood from my finger
decorates my spiral bound notebook paper
after a quick, harsh prick
from my beloved device designed
solely to inform me and others where
our blood sugar is currently
at and whether or not it's
time to balance it back
into the numeric safety zone where
it belongs to control, prevent, stop
natural body reactions to
wild insulin doing whatever
desired in correlation with devoured
drinks, food, candy, the lack there of
until it's defeated by the defending
glucose tablets.
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posted on 2016/08/06 - 13:07
Karyn Indursky
Let my teeth chomp
down upon your fingers
trying to force me
into eating things I
don't want when I
can bite you instead
like breaded chicken fingers
for my festering hunger
at your backing off
before I do find
myself heartily choosing to
gobble you.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 19:14
Karyn Indursky
God bless America
with the necessities
needed to endure
everything constantly being
aimed and fired
at our country
loved by those
privileged enough to
live in freedom.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 14:18
God Bless Eagles
posted on 2013/10/13 - 18:22
God Bless USA Flags
Karyn Indursky
My heart is the American flag
promoting equality, diversity, freedom.
My hand is the American flag
soaring beauty across nations
like a salute to
our troops, heroes, soldiers.
My poetry is the American flag
sharing the love of
life, liberty, and
the pursuit of happiness.
My American flag
flies on the pole
with courage, bravery, and a tribute to praise
those who fought to get our rights
and not only protect us,
but also our loved ones.
posted on 2013/05/31 - 13:17
God Bless Women
Karyn Indursky
10/29/11
A woman's worth isn't defined
by the size of her wallet.
A woman's worth isn't defined
by the width of her waist.
A woman's worth isn't determined
by her job title.
A woman's worth isn't determined
by a degree.
A woman's worth isn't restricted
by how many children she has.
A woman's worth isn't restricted
by distance.
A woman's worth isn't scheduled
by calendar dates.
A woman's scheduled
by her environment.
A woman's worth isn't created
by how many friends she has.
A woman's worth isn't created
by who she knows.
A woman's value surpasses
brand names and sales figures.
A woman's value surpasses
stereotypes and misunderstandings.
A woman's value exceeds
people's expectations.
A woman's value exceeds
racism and discrimination.
A woman's value increases
smiling, laughter, compassion.
A woman's value increases
motivation, determination, assertiveness.
A woman's value adds
personality's flavor.
A woman's value adds
adaptability, flexibility, sensitivity.
A woman's value multiples
the availability of sisterhood.
A woman's value multiples
God's blessings.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 20:15
Karyn Indursky
And in the end
it doesn't matter
what you look like
or who you befriended
in sheer ignorance
of thinking they cared
about you when all they
really wanted was for
you to do it all
for them without asking
questions, which of course
you did nor does it
matter if you internally struggled
or if you hurt yourself
internally or even physically
in seeking an outlet for
uncontrollable emotions that you
simply didn't know how
to handle or where
else to go when
ears are slammed doors
nor does it matter
how many unspoken words
left others in misunderstandings
or the amount of times
you said things good and bad
because no matter what
happened in your life
and how you dealt with it
God loves you.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 16:00
God Spilled Paint
by Karyn Indursky
God spilled paint
upon our skies to give us rainbows
like sweet caresses.
God spilled paint
upon our ground to give us
scattering of flowers, fields, grass
to walk in enlightenment.
God spilled paint
upon our skin
for giving us great variations
and appreciation beyond our similarities.
God spilled paint
amongst our animals to give us
beauty in taking care of our championships,
who in turn teach us not to discriminate.
God spilled paint
upon my keyboard and books
to give us shared wisdom, poetry, knowledge
beyond only hearing, touching, feeling, tasting.
God spilled paint
down our souls to coat us
from ignorance and give us
unconditional love...
for everything and one
worthy of living on His earth.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 18:05
God's A Prayer Away
Karyn Indursky
10/28/11
For all the things that go wrong,
appreciate what goes right.
For all the criticisms slung,
appreciate sincere compliments.
For all the fake friends,
value your true ones.
For all the lies slapping you,
value honesty.
For all the times you're taken for granted,
be grateful for "thank you's."
For all the times you're crying,
be grateful for smiles and laughter.
For all the hardships you endure,
dance in love.
For all the struggles you compete with,
dance in success.
For all the good and bad,
remember God's ready and willing to listen.
posted on 2013/02/25 - 15:45
God's Blessing Of Poetry
Karyn Indursky
blessed are we to have
the sun of inspiration
pouring light upon our ideas
to transform into words
painting our creativity
vividly with our paper
wearing ink of hope
blessing our hands
with the courage
to be ourselves
as faith leads us
to follow our path
of God's intentions.
posted on 2013/10/16 - 15:32
God's Cups
by Karyn Indursky
09/18/08
Streaming tears flow
into God's hands
to catch and brush away
all of our ailments...
pain, hurt, frustrations,
turmoils, troubles, worries
to watch His garden
of love for us,
His children,
grow into blooming
self-seeding flowers
spreading His seeds of
faith, religion, spirituality,
devotion, dedication, loyalty
amongst those who
choose to accept Him.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:59
God's Dance Of Love
Karyn Indursky
May God's love
fill your heart
with wings of encouragement
to venture into pastures
with the courage to persevere
awaiting hurdles of life and with God's love
dance in enchantment
with dazzling friends
for a walk in God's angelic adventures
to learn to love thyself,
love thy family, friends, animals,
and accept God as your savior.
posted on 2013/05/30 - 13:20
God's Garden
Karyn Indursky
2013
Tears fall from heaven
in a storm of emotion
with broken umbrellas of time.
Droplets caress golden gates
with clouds of memories
churning alternations.
Tears drip from facets
of faith, enlightenment, and transitions.
Droplets of tears
paint solemn cheeks
as we say, "We love you.
May you remain in
our hearts, thoughts, memories
and rest in peace
in the garden of God's love."
posted on 2013/04/08 - 11:57
God’s Gardens
Karyn Indursky
9/11/09
Wind tickles flowers
While stroking rain
Nourishes their soil
For sprouting beauty
And heavenly aromas.
Slate-gray paints skies
With rumbling thunder
Shaking our souls
To slow dance
In God‘s embrace.
Flags bravely sashay
Across our country
For celebrating those
Who fought to obtain
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Rain or shine,
We stand as proud
Citizens of the U.S.A.
Without forgetting
How we achieved today.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:48
God's Gentle Guidance
Karyn Indursky
10/23/11
God's healing eyes.
God's coping ears.
God's aiding arms.
God's amending omens.
God's open hours.
God's eternal strength.
God's extending encouragement.
God's tender compassion.
God's endless sympathy.
God's everlasting lessons.
God's wondrous friends.
God's gentle guidance.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 15:43
God’s Hands
Karyn Indursky
04/13/2011
May the hands of God
Caress your face
As your father
Wiping away your tears
To be replaced with
Smiles, laughter, fresh memories.
May the hands of God
Build you a bridge
To carry you into a journey
Filled with everlasting
Serenity, friendship, family.
May the hands of God
Spread seeds along your path
To grow flowers of
Love, faith, courage, strength.
May the hands of God
Hold your hand
When I can’t physically do so,
But you and your family
Are forever within my
Heart, soul, spirit.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 18:10
God's Helping Hands
Karyn Indursky 02/26/09
In a world full
of chaotic blunders
and misunderstood wonders,
reach for your dreams
while God guides you
into you awaiting success
from internal glorification's to
obtaining career goals
because when you have
God in your heart
you have everything.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:50
Karyn Indursky
Regardless of location.
Regardless of ethnicity.
Regardless of religion.
Regardless of experiences.
Regardless of sins.
Regardless of friends.
Regardless of acquaintances.
Regardless of family.
Regardless of everyone.
Regardless of everything.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 21:51
God's Locket
Karyn Indursky-2013
Let God soothe you in your time of need.
Allow God to give you faith, comfort, support.
May God lift your spirits.
Let God hug your heart.
Allow God to listen, accept, and guide.
May God answer your prayers.
Let God see when you're blind, hear when you're deaf, and carry you when your strength fails.
Allow God to give miracles...big, small, and in between.
May God be father, friend,savior.
Let God give you angelic friends to understand, assist, and encourage you.
Allow God to forgive, teach, and enlighten.
May God be your ultimate treasure.
posted on 2013/04/07 - 15:36
God's Soulful Opera
by Karyn Indursky
07/26/08
Trees are playing a heavenly tune
while animals shake their booty
to singing flowers
belting out beautiful lyrics
of God's blessed hymns
while His children tend
to His waltzing gardens
engaging bushes to
relish buttercup squash melodies
strummed on lilly pad harps
as humming vegetables,
baritone fruits,
and alto plants
harmonize to feed everyone
their sassy Billie Holiday blues
across our beloved lands
for everyone to cherish
by not only our eyes,
but also our hearts for
God's soulful opera.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 23:01
God's Wall
Karyn Indursky
7/19/11
Talk,
but unheard.
Yell,
but ignored.
Frustrated,
but alone.
Angry,
but unyielding.
Cry,
but inwardly.
Hurt,
but hidden.
Feeling,
but disregarded.
Helping,
but unappreciated.
Trying,
but belittled.
Scared,
but persistent.
Plagued,
but poetic.
Jaded,
but faithful.
Skeptical,
but passionate.
Struggling,
but determined.
Tired,
but motivated.
Defeated,
but inspired.
Unanswered,
but hopeful.
Discouraged,
but praying.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:55
God's Wishing Well
Karyn Indursky
6/30/11
May your days
be filled with
gardens of friendship.
May your nights
be filled with
moonlit romance.
May your days
be filled with
sunflower smiles.
May your nights
be filled with
glorious laughter.
May your days
be filled with
endless faith.
May your nights
be filled with
walking in love.
May your days
be filled with
God's wishing well.
posted on 2013/02/27 - 18:08
shut my eyes, stare into the welcome darkness
its provider of my comforting blindness
for i care to see the world no more
fore i care to not ever open these eyes
my deepest care not to breath, to see, to live
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:45
People may not always have teh ability to solve your problems, but listening, caring, and having them there to support you helps, is a blessing, and should be appreciated.
posted on 2013/09/20 - 23:20
Karyn Indursky
I stand before you
my God,
on judgment day.
I stand before you,
my God,
to tell you what I can tell no other.
I stand before you
my God,
to show you that I really care.
I stand before you
my God,
to give you my heart and soul.
I stand before you
my God,
to give myself to you.
I stand before you
my God,
waiting for you to open these angelic golden gates.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 22:57
Unwrapping diaper.
Exposing his area.
Getting squirted.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 14:55
Golden Love
Karyn Indursky
Upon the moon was a bashful smile
as he flirted with the stars twinkling
as the star would send him a kiss miles
away as a helpful hand to the sun sprinkling
her drummer's heart thudding in rhythms beat
as the moon's cheesy chest filled with love's pride
for the sun could make him blush heat
in night skies to ask her to be bride
with romance budding the sun abided
his request for thou love sang very true
and thou bright stars began to dance guided
by the sound of their love's glorious hue
so long as thy sun continues smiling
thou gold rings of love will be compiling
posted on 2014/01/16 - 18:24
Golden Porridge
Karyn Indursky
July 2012
Walking down granite roads
was Goldie Locks
trying to give her bear cubs
their porridge.
The porridge was ready
for the first bear,
but his seat broke.
Too many tastyKakes!
At the second seat
sat the porridge, but
the seat was rickety
and broke when he sat.
Lastly, there was a bowl of porridge
sitting at a table, but baby bear
didn't like it and threw it out the door.
Goldie Locks was mad!
She had cooked, slaved,
and served their meal.
She took the broken seats
and turned them into wooden
tables with chairs.
Having stolen the Fairy Godmother's wand,
she made the cubs into
princess dolls.
Momma bear was furious!
No one turned her cubs into dolls
and destroyed her porridge.
She pulled Goldie Locks
by her long, thick, locks
and changed her into...
HoT DeLiCiOuS Porridge.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 18:19
Golden Ticket
Karyn Indursky
July 2012
Once upon a time
Sleeping Beauty decided
to visit Willie Wonka's Chocolate Factory...
Chocolate chip cupcakes
made her drool
like Snoopy.
Blueberry flowers had
her licking her fingers
like Muttley.
Cherry-plum trees
had her climbing
into clouds of Cotton Candy.
She found a rainbow of Skittles
and slid down it
like a banister.
Laughing all the way down
she found herself in
a pool of Chocolate.
She climbed out on
a ladder of Licorice
and awaiting her was
a munchkin man.
He befriended her,
but she couldn't help herself
from eating him
like an Oompah Loompah Donut.
Along came Mary Popkins
to check out the inventory
of Candy-Cane umbrellas,
but Sleeping Beauty
saw her as Gobsters.
At the end of the gate
Sleeping Beauty was stuffed
to the brim and
left with nothing, but
the tooth-fairy ready
to fix her cavities
with golden crowns.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 17:58
Karyn Indursky
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
I knew
I loved you
from the start.
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
I remember
the pain you inflicted
and left behind
when you walked out
that door.
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
are all of our memories
you left behind.
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
are the good times
weasled in with
the bad, the horrid, the awful.
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
are lessons instilled
by you, me, and God.
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
are tears
I cried for you
time and again.
Gone in a flash,
but held in my heart
is you.
posted on 2013/02/28 - 14:07
Gone-A-Tapping
Karyn Indursky
Your words spoke me
making my fingers
begin to go a tapping
like a keyboard dance.
Your comments jiggled
my ideas until their feet
began to find a beat.
Your perceptions graced
my poem went deep
until vocal chords
belted out lyrics.
Your praise went
to a standing ovation
and together we
began to form a chorus.
Your eyes began a siren
of a writer's passion
until our little poem ditty
had it's own background dancers.
Your fingers went snapping
to our poetry and together
we created a harmonic tone
as we blended transitions.
Your mouth went a low hum
when we had collaborated
a remarkable piece
and we marked it...
done.
posted on 2013/10/20 - 12:44
Good Sportsmanship
posted on 2013/10/05 - 11:59
Good-Bye Foxy
Karyn Indursky
5/4/09
Dedication: Our beloved feline friend Foxy. I love you Foxy!!!
Foxy's journey through life
has truly been remarkable.
With his little legs and paws
he gave the best hugs.
He would jump
into our arms,
whether we were ready...
or not.
Foxy didn't need pants
because his had his own
orange, fluffy ones.
Love poured from
his eyes
with every glance
until you loved him
as much as he loved you.
Within moments of petting
his little love meter
would go wild
until he was
revving with purrs.
There's nothing
I won't miss about him,
our beloved cat,
family member, best friend,
or whatever label,
but in the end
I thank God
for blessing us
with his presence,
although short lived.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:51
angel wings
fly away
wrap around
another soul
leave me here
all alone
in the name of friendship
it hurts so bad
sears through me
oh well
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:46
True friends don't talk behind
your back and aren't two faced.
True friends listen, care, communicate.
True friends don't steal your man
whether it's kissing, making out, or more.
True friends support you and are sincerely happy
if you date, get engaged, married.
True friends don't turn away
when you want to talk, text, hang out.
True friends are your blessings
and cherish them.
posted on 2013/07/22 - 18:23
Graced By God
by Karyn Indursky
Graced by God
with open ears.
Graced by God
with eternal lessons.
Graced by God
with everlasting faith, peace, courage.
Graced by God
with endlessly listening and answering prayers.
Graced by God
giving us friends, family, pets.
Graced by God's
protection, acceptance, and unconditional love.
Graced by God
living in our hearts and saving our souls.
Graced by God...
now and forever.
posted on 2013/04/19 - 22:47
Graces Of Prayer
posted on 2013/10/11 - 20:16
Karyn Indursky
Graduation came and went.
Only one thing remains amiss.
My cousin wasn't there
to share
in my milestone and care.
Why did God ever take him from me?
I wish I could see
just one glimpse of where he's at now,
but no one knows how.
I'm growing up and he's missing out,
if only, he could come about.
I drive now and have a car,
but even with that I can't get to him because it's too far.
College is nearing,
but missing him has me tearing.
If I could just touch his face or hold his hand,
forever with him I would stand.
I'd tell him everything I could and more.
Maybe, he'd show me where he's been with a tour.
I can only dream
for his afterlife isn't ready to be seen.
His ghostly presence is felt and some light can be viewed at times spread apart,
but that doesn't heal my mourning heart.
posted on 2013/02/21 - 15:47
Grandma’s Egg Hunt
Karyn Indursky
2013
Parading marbled eggs in a red truck
With speckled eggs dancing
From toy cats nudging them
And sponge printed eggs lead
The way with hats upon their painted faces…
Across the living room
They marched with Peter Rabbit
Dictating orders to follow the yellow brick road.
Upon the golden brick road
The Tin Man met up with Peter Rabbit
Giving him plucked purple flowers
In a crystal vase for Dorothy.
Peter Rabbit skipped beats
Down the way to the Scarecrow,
Who contributed to a toy chick
And set in his basket with milk chocolate lollipops.
Peter Rabbit picked
candied apples, pineapples, green grapes,
And a half open coconut to make Dorothy
Her fruit basket.
With edible cherry plastic wrap
He decorated his gift and put
A bow upon it.
The Cadbury Bunny was nearby
And helped Peter Rabbit deliver
Her treasures.
He took out his dark chocolate basket
With vanilla butterflies, strawberry sunflowers,
Black cherry dragonflies, and starburst roses.
Going through the woods
There was the Wicked Witch,
Who wanted to steal the goodies
And devour Peter Rabbit and the Cadbury Bunny.
The Wicked Witch laughed as plotted
To put Little Red Robinhood in a coma,
Stealing Grandma’s treats,
Making Peter Rabbit and Cadbury Bunny stew,
And Dorothy was a plump ripe peach
To added to her delicious peach cobbler pie.
It wasn’t to be for when
The Fairy God Mother was awakened
By Little Red Robinhood’s tears,
Screaming Peter Rabbit, the shrieking Cadbury Bunny,
And Grandma crying in her Easter painted house
With the wolf singing his Easter Meal Delicacies.
The Fairy God Mother turned the Wicked Witch
Into a puddle of water to help grow
Grandma’s orchids and she made an amazing fertilizer.
Dorothy was altered back to
Being a girl and shared Easter Goodies
With the Tin Man, Scarecrow, Peter Rabbit, and Cadbury Bunny.
Easter creativity painted skies…
True friendship united hearts…
Parading Easter spirit.
posted on 2013/04/05 - 19:25
The man in my dreams
is such a tease
with his baritone voice
tickling my ears
and his eyes a complexity
that I can't decipher...
and there's his hug
when he walks on by
without a greeting or
backwards glance...
he's my dream man
who fades into lightness
and reminds me of aired filled rejection,
but keep my chin up
because dreams give hope
and hope leads to faith
to touch God's ears to
answer prayers and in due time
I will obtain reality...
no teases, no tricks, no lies, no games.
posted on 2013/07/08 - 13:18
Remember life for the beautiful moments. My first love and the first time we made love. Those beautiful eyes yea an angel in disguise. When my son was born. Cut the umbilical cord. When he gripped my finger showing me I'm not alone. My mothers love. Sometimes hard to understand. All I need is a hug and she's there with open arms. Beautiful moments and this should be your focus. My last love I thought was perfect then it became like the first. She stay sticking her tongue out. Liquor will not quench that thirst and the first is more mature now even takes our son to church. I'm so grateful for creation, mother nature and the Earth.
posted on 2017/04/03 - 14:50
GRATITUDE
posted on 2013/10/05 - 12:09
Greeter
Karyn Indursky
7/3/11
Standing at the door
behind a cart
blind as a bat
trying to be kind
while people walk past.
Standing at the door
behind a cart
with beautiful unseeing eyes
showing how soulful she is
while associates ignore her.
Standing at the door
behind a cart
struggling to see shadows
and listening with not only her ears,
but her heart.
Standing at the door
behind a cart
being a friend
without the majority
being receptive.
Standing at the door
behind a cart
being a phenomenal woman,
who deserves better
than being "only" a greeter.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 19:14
Grenade For Two?
04/05/09 Karyn Indursky
Spoken in haste,
but can't be erased
your words inflict
an overabundance of pain
because your tongue
needs a leash
for once you speak
you can't retract
or try to claim
they came from no where
when if you didn't
think or feel that way
those wretched words
wouldn't be burning
the depths of my soul.
posted on 2013/03/01 - 15:57
shades of grey infront of me
blur things i no longer care to see
distorting lies told to cover lies
in these shades of grey it all holds true
shades of grey rob me of my sight
take from me vision and leave me alone
give in place confussion and this sense
that in these shades of grey all i have is hollow sound
shades of grey, darken and are no longer shades
just one color, one hue, one black, one hole
the emptiness ive been given, i feel so far gone
in shades of grey i cannot navigate the minefield of life
posted on 2004/09/14 - 03:46
Trippin' on down with a funkalicious twitch in my hip
A part of me that's still kicking for some dignanty
I need ta, help MEEEEee
Yes, the force of blindness has stumbled me
Rage is tiding beneath, like a storm harrasing the tides.
Standing up is my vice, Failing to see that that is one how must go.
It's but a varmit that is suddenly hit with light
It's just too much good to see in one second.
I am taking my soul to hell, I'm sludging on the back of a walking hand with no arm.
These clouds of insanity irritated by bolts of seldom but strong; lightning.
From the scrum I've collected here I stand hypnotized.
All that I want here is something that's not a mind game!
I have been following this infinite roll of carpet for far too long
This delusion is the breaking of your fortunate help.
Who is going to hurt you when you know that you are free.
Now, I have l listened, I have seen through hollow stained glass, Contrasted it with common word.
I've neglected the common word, I have neglected the common, word.
Where does one turn in the middle of a desert?
All is the same in the midst of terror
Like the angles of death that crawl through the mountain
I will ascend slowly but surely.
With assistance from that that absorbs me. inside the temple.
There is ground, without which you would not be.
Face the truth, leap in, join love.
Forget all the things that kept you afoot.
Come without those burdens.
Toss them and the seeds they came from.
Now come home, for that of which in which your heart drums.
Be new. One does not do the act of living, here.
you are lived here
posted on 2013/08/23 - 06:49
Karyn Indursky
Minimize me with perfection
for being able to be
strapped onto a butterfly's wing
with Velcro for me to travel
the flight of the carefree
beauty in its constant flight
of seeing everything offered
by God's handcrafted love at work
among beautiful flowers strong enough
to hold these exhausted fliers
before they explore our environment
more observantly than the rest of us
grounded by gravity.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 14:30
Growing Friendships
Karyn Indursky
3/14/12
Digging into souls...
Raking through time...
Shoveling with sunshine...
Watering friendships.
Plowing into spirits...
Tilling through memories...
Weeding with inspiration...
Gardening friendships.
Fertilizing humor...
Nurturing connections...
Planting trust...
Growing friendships.
posted on 2013/02/22 - 21:59
Hand to soil.
Soil to seed.
Seed to stem.
Stem to stalk.
Stalk to twig.
Twig to branch.
Branch to leaves.
Leaves to grow.
posted on 2013/07/08 - 13:22
Karyn Indursky
Guardian angel
of mine
I call
upon
you
now.
Help me,
if you will,
before
I
fall
into
hollow
anger.
Please,
don't
make
me
have to go
through this
alone.
Guardian angel
help me
see the light
while
losing
hatred, anger, resentment, etc.
If you
do
all of this
for me,
I'll
do
anything
for you.
posted on 2013/02/16 - 21:35
The court reporter;
the record keepers.
The unseen heros of the court.
Making every one honest.
I am in love with them.
I admire their integrity.
I thank them for there necessary services.
Protectors of precious treasure.
Keepers of truth.
The cornerstone of “Truth Seeking.”
Protectors of “Real Evidence”.
Guardians of knowledge.
Where would I be without them?
I am lost without them!
They are my truth compass;
my map of honesty.
To navigate the legal maze
and conquer a political kerborose.
They are a rock I stand on,
to defend against a social cancer
rotting our moral connective tissue;
preventing the evolution to a better society.
I am in love with them.
I cherish them.
I recognize there work.
I appreciate there selfless undertaking.
They are the silent heroines of the justice system.
Even though there work is ravaged.
Their small monetary reward stolen.
There legal copy right repetitively violated.
Their authenticative-authority
continually undermined;
Their certification
borrowed without reward.
I see the injustice.
I witness the abuse.
I feel their warm tears of sorrow.
I share their pain.
I recognized their unspoken cause.
Count me as a friend.
Count me as a fan.
I love their work.
I appreciate their silent efforts.
The court reporters,
the record keepers.
The unseen heroes of the court.
Making order out of chaos,
while keeping everyone honest.
I am in love with them.
I am Infatuated
by there professionalism.
I thank them for their silent endeavor!
Leegal Poet
Wayne Ferron
Wayne Ferron.All rights reserved @ copyright
posted on 2015/02/20 - 19:58
I look around and guess what I see?
I see bitches and hoes but none of them are me.
I see people who smoke and drink who think they're so cool
But for me to be cool I just need a book and go to school
People sit and talk about me like I'm a lame.
But Hey at least I'm not the one who thinks life is a game.
All I do is write and express things that people don't see
While people express themselves through negativity
See what people don't see is that they are the lames
The lames who smoke weed and drink vodka
The ones who think they're so cool
While causing themselves to get cancer and die
See what I see are people who are so insecure about themselves
So insecure they talk all about others who felt great about themselves
They put people down just to feel better about themselves.
But I cant say anything about them.
They're actions speaks louder than they're words.
So I look around me and guess what I see?
I see people who are bitches and hoes
Gangbangers and gangsters
People who drink and smoke weed
But Hey at least not one of them is me.
posted on 2012/05/14 - 18:57