What is Love?
I'm not talking about
What she where's Above
Low cut shirts
And tight fitted jeans.
Just to use what's In-between
But what she says.
But it's how we show it
Is always defined,
by a persons Action
Not two people that have
Two people that have,
reason to Believe
The people who show no
I love you soo much Click
Lets see what you're wearing above Click
A couple with
So we both have more,
to talk about.
"What are you doing tomorrow"
"How did your day go?"
Because we all have to borrow,
we're all in debt for the time
In our lives.
And that -First time smile-
Where cheeks are turned,
hearts are burned.
With the same response
"It took you a while"
It takes the right person
To take just a while
To see if smiles aren't
Fake to see if they don't.
Shatter and Break.
A kiss is the biggest,
It means I'm defeated
It means I'm the weakest
Because it has more meaning
Than the greatness
Of just locking lips
Do you see, what I'm Seeing?
See because were Free
And not just
But we have Free
Reason to Speak
I Love You
Are chucked in to the wild
And used soo freely
Would make a person melt
The feelings are warm.
They feel soo familiar
So be careful how they're used
because the words also kill
Are they Free now?
With jewels, clothes, and
materialistic things don't
Bring the Love she brings to me.
"I've been broke(n) all my life"
All the points
Point you in the right direction
For Success to Succeed
This is Reality
Copyright© Twitch - N
In seventh grade
I fell and I broke my leg
To my surprise it didn't hurt at all
I only felt awkward and a bit dazed
Because you slapped me to top it all
That was your way to show concern
You called me stupid and clumsy
Your words struck me with dismay
They left a painful scar on my heart
I feel that same pain to this day
My leg healed fast
Few weeks in a cast and it was good as new
But the lack of motherly love still brings pain
And I think I walk very carefully around you
Cautious not to fall again
I'm determine to make her happy anyway I can.
Its just an honor to be called her man.
This should be a legislative law for all marry men.
Who took the time to step into marriage?
Is my heart.
Been that way since the start.
If she request.
I least try to get it for her.
If she never ask me.
I quickly profess in private or public the way I love her.
There's not enough words to describe her.
Her undying love.
He faithfully support.
Yes, my wife.
Who just happens to be the star of my life?
It's a blessing to have that affection.
are your reasons really real?
are your words true?
are her whimpers reasoned?
or are their ramblings wrong?
Hold both hands in the hole of my sweater.
It’s just life.
Choking on my mother’s intimidating words,
if I close my eyes maybe they won’t notice me.
I looked great in the photos.
High diving into broken glass,
This is going to sting,
giving the lookie loos something to chat about.
Wild birds need air.
Roll out the papers
No stems, no seeds.
Just a pencil thin line that separate tragedy from clarity.
Hang your head in dissolution
We are victims of evolution.
Do you hide behind your lost ruminations?
Have you kept your heart delicately sanctioned?
Keep your words to a minimum
No ones really listening.
We are all lost in ad infinitum
With coal black souls, glistening.
Are the chains tight enough
On your scar tissue wrists?
Has the blade grown dull, the skin grown tough,
Have you lost yourself yet, to the autumn mists?
It gets cold around here
I suppose it's about that time of year
When the leaves fall, torn and halved
These winter winds could drive a man mad.
Keep watching for words
You never sought to hear
Eyes to the skies, envying the birds
For all the distance they're yet to clear.
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 you 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.
like murder driven samurai's & cerebral poisoned psychopaths we slay each other with words.
i choke you with my words and you hang me with yours, but we don't die.
instead all that pain lingers at the back of our eyes and it causes us to see red.
like sharp blades running through bruised skin from an injured soul, we silently dissect wounded minds. every one fights a battle.
s(words) are potent, carefully wield yours.
like lost swords in the wind.
im a samurai poet. i use words as oxygen to help you breath and by reading these words you breath again.
i use words as medicine to transfer positive energy to you, samurai reader.
im a samurai thug. im a lost blade in the wind.
i use words like Martin Luther King and set free, i. i set myself free with my own words, i can because im a writer.
words are freedom. words are captivity. words are destruction. words are peace. the tongue is mighty powerful.
i use words to tell dispirited women that their beautiful because they grew up with the idea that beautiful is factory made products. the idea of beautiful is you.
i use words to tell hurt men that they can cry because they grew up being told tigers don't cry. crying is human, and i was told tears are wisdom distilled.
i use words to tell the youth they can be themselves because they grew up thinking acting like a fake gangster is all there is to life. the world is bigger than that.
im a samurai poet. a samurai thug. these words are blades. thug life.
stay samurai cool.
I wish I was a lighter I
that touched the clouds as they rolled by
and on the wings of joy I'd fly
far into the bluest sky
I wish that I had held it strong
held it true as we went along
and when the night came I was brave
and fought the shadows from my cave
But I lost my heart one day
in your smile as you drove away
and madness then consumed my mind
I was wrong, I was blind
because in you hope I saw
false as every time before
and I tried to cage you like a bird
with writing out my pretty words
I wish I was as cold as snow
cooled beneath an arctic wind
with frozen blood that could not feel
and no need to make me heal
I wish that I could see the lies
wedged with wires in my mind
I was not yours and you weren't mine
We are angels of a different kind
I wish that I could fix this mess
my insanity made my deeds digress
because its hard to let go of someone I touched
who told me that she loved me much
If I could go and fix the past
and make it better, make it last
I would be my closest friend
a hero that won in the end
But time can't bend back to repair
it's sealed and done forever there
and we are all just broken clocks
chained within and sealed with locks
And you were just a passer by
on a break, saying hi
And I was looking for a missing piece
or maybe just some pain relief
I've been unfair and been unkind
you did not deserve to see my despair
but you responded with human care
I think somehow you understand
And I will be well in the end
as I always get up again
and I'll try to leave this emo shit
it's a bit of an embarrassment
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.