Blackout Poetry Notes

Petals of Light

Grit your teeth.
for in life,
sprouting in the darkness
are bright
petals of light.

I am
the most happy
because I had
faith in myself.

The pure, transcendent love,
this menagerie
of heaven and flesh
is my beautiful resurrection.

The face of my nightmare,
Death's mask
coming to life.
The mighty fury of
his blazing eyes
in the dark.

There is a quiet warmth
sitting in nightgown
and staring
into the full moon,
alone.

I can only,
day to day, fight to be
more confident
and good for myself,
no matter what other people say.

Time is clouding
the world into a deep
exhausting nap; new earth
is struggling,
running clockwise.

So many put on a
shroud of mystery -
emotions can be played with,
yet this heart
can't stop thinking
on love.

He was full of life.
Bewitching,
and fearless of mind.
It was a taste of feelings
she had continually imagined
she could hardly have.

I read and reread.
I write nothing.
Will I break through someday?