I will listen, if you have something not nothing to say that can grab my attention
like a bear snatching salmon, I will listen to the information you chain together
and sprinkle into the air if that sprinkle can sparkle
However, If that sprinkle cannot sparkle yet is sprinkled nonetheless, I will smoothly acquiesce
stealing my future time and progress, to hearing your sprinkled nonsense.
For words left unheard can stain one’s terrain,
inside their mind where vulnerable thoughts formulate
and like a club they congregate They seep through every crack
and they weep with all the lack, of strength and inner willpower you solemnly accept is not there.
But you’re dreadfully wrong! Enough force to move mountains lies within your bag of tricks
yet you’re still focusing on a whining stair you need to fix.
The whine in the coal mine echoing for days
it’s been your voice all along finding its way through the maze,
of minerals and fears buried in the rubble, excavating through has been causing you some trouble.
Breathe as if this oxygen is sweet and pure, breathe as if you feel relief and sure
Patience wafts inside you not causing a stir, but in content, a peaceful breeze, an all knowing powerful cure.
joined at the hips
and the lips.
With our words we shared stories
and with our mouths
we opened up to each other.
We were aware of each other
for quite some time,
at least me of you,
but we shared only a few
and only two
One was spent in the cold.
On a couch,
and only one blanket,
but you had me to keep you warm,
and you kept me plenty warm.
You left early in the morning,
and I kissed you before you left.
I tried to go back to sleep,
but it's hard to sleep when you're smiling.
The second time was warm,
in a bed,
and my best friend in the next room.
and we kissed
and we kissed
and we slept
and then we kissed some more
and in the morning it was my turn to leave early,
but you kissed me before I left
and I hope you were able to sleep.
You're out of sight
but not out of mind.
He was a trilogy master
Leaving out the brisk bite of winter chill
Extremes to an extend
Always turning back again towards the light
Engaged in graphic silence
Ink stained fingertips acrid as he bit their half moon edges
Dragons and fire burn across the pages
Blank ones waiting their turn to soak up his imagery
Sand dunes sweep across his vision
Night landscapes forever shadowed in darkness
Howeling mountains inundated with sharp-toothed beasts
His pen swirls with magic and mist
At once a slave and master to his words
This is his world
One of falling asleep on half-written sentences
Waking up from vivid dreams to create again
This is his world
hollow out the demons
that are ripping up your skin
let them be free
they’re only bothersome
make them no more
for you’re better than your demons
don’t let them tear you to shreds
eliminate the negative entities
tell them to fuck off
they don’t compare to you
you have a voice
you have a reason
you’re better than the demons
don’t let them control you
you’re yourself, you aren’t them
all it takes is
simple as that
your demons are gone.
I love you.
Those three words didn't mean a thing,
I thought we were meant to be,
But I guess it was just a fling,
There's a wall around my heart, stopping me from crying,
But there's something inside of me,
That feels like it's dying.
You were everything, I needed, care for,
I chose you, but now my heart is sore,
You will never realize, that you were my best friend too,
but believe me when I say this,
I really did love you.
Someone said I'm a so so writer and I'm not that good.
The words didn't offend me and I'm working at improving.
Here's the short list of what I'd like to do with and for you.
I embrace words most need to look up and love when you use them.
Sit back and read this poem I wrote and hope you like.
I'd like to take you for a long walk on a long pier.
I know you have difficulties walking without pain
so we take it slow and stop as much as you required.
I'd like to talk to you for hours using intelligent words.
I'd like to gift you long love poetry written on parchment paper.
I'd like you to write poetry for me using a King's English.
I LOVE it when you use words found in a thesaurus!
I like the way you make poetry writing easy breezy.
I'd like to get to know you better face to face and use our words.
I've heard speak and I love hearing the sound of your voice.
I would love it if you called me and said you want to hear me breath.
I'd like you to write and sing a song just for me one day.
I'd like to know your favorite perfume and gift it to you.
I'd like you to paint a portrait of me and I'd hang it on my wall.
I'd like to know what you do when you're off net.
I wont follow you around town to discover where you go.
I'd like to know your secrets if you wanted to share them.
I'd like to know your favorite foods and prepare them for you.
I read words and know you like being read to and would like to
read works by your favorite authors to you under a shade tree.
I'd like to build a time machine for you to go back in time
to before you lost trust and faith in all men not to hurt you.
I like your long poems and love we share a love of big and small words.
You could be the bird in the D.H. Lawrence poem called "Self-pity"
I like how you inspire me to keep writing poetry and to get better at it.
Small Morning Poem
How many times have we heard
"I understand you completely"
And repeat exactly what you just said!
There are some that say that conditionally
Or ender conditions
I want to know how many times is the truth said
Around places of peace
I wonder how many times is the preaching,
I admit it, I don't always do what I preach
Or preach what I do.
God is working on changing that
But it is time for US to stop the concept of Religion
Its just like a long list of chores
What we live is life though God's words
Through the bible and Jesus called religious people "hoers"
All the do is make a façade of neatness
dressing up the outside making it look nice
"I understand you completely"
Only say it if you mean it
Only try it if its real
God understood and died for me
Ill understand and Live for him
Im not strong, but you have my hand
and my shoulder to cry on
If God gives me the opportunity to hear your story
Ill listen, but I wont pretend to know how you feel
Ill tell you that im here
And that I am real
Don't tell God you have a big problem
Tell your problem you have a Big God!!!!
Those who have ears to hear,
let him hear!
(In the Words of Jesus Christ!!)
We are forgiven!!!!
I've been trapped in my silence,
it reflects back my voice.
What the world might say,
how it never would be okay.
Would they ever get to know,
that it wasn't my choice.
My body was touched,
without my consent.
I will never be able to fly away,
will they ever get to know it,
that these chains don't hurt me,
words and taunts do.
They'd never see me,
like they used to.
My folks and my friends,
Oh! These loose ends,
how will I tie them,
with scope of some proof,
I hide in my body,
and I hide in my pain.
I'm trapped in my silence,
with no one to vent.
My obsession lays only with Calvin Klein.
A proper noun with capitals.
A drifting strong aroma.
Another obsession in my world.
Is sometimes somewhat lighter.
I am an obsessed pusher.
Obsessed only with my pen.
If I can create an image well.
Then hell so be it.
Real people I don't like much.
It's only words I wish to touch.
Desire fires obsession.
It's just a bunch of words.
Sweet strawberries so succulent bring words of summertime.
Clouds weigh down around my head
Dark winter days of misery.
Moments when I wish I was dead.
I put my pen to work.
Writing darkness scarily black.
About bursting eyes.
Where no-one dies,
Except emotion cruelly slaughtered.
By the one known only in kindness.
As the smiling devil's devil's daughter
Definitely no relation.
Just the mother of eccentricity.
Kindness in persona.
To be so dark.
That's very rare.
In a heart that's ribbon bound.
I write my words with tender care.
Sometimes, just to remind the world that I am still there.
Moreover, like a hornet.
I cheese you off and get stuck in your hair!
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I just read a poem by a young person who says she's eighteen.
I don't like sadness and her words made me not want to be on this site.
How can you criticize anyone who using words you personally don't like?
I've read poem I don't like but I keep negative comments to myself
and never write comments that make people feel bad about what they write.
There's something twisted in writing poems about hating what people write.
There's only a few types of people in the world and I wont be one who puts
others down for expressing feelings using big or small words.