my eyes burned when I read your poems
when I saw the most real and amazing parts of you that you keep hidden at all times
I often look at the people you surround yourself with and wonder how they can't see the beauty,
the beauty that is so obviously there
but it's okay. it will be because through everything, all the pain that is there, lying just beneath surface
I see it
I'm not much for words or life changing advice but I hope that with my presence or a strawberry lemonade slushie,
you will know that I see it.
Others see it too, just please believe me.
When I told you that all you can do is just 'be you'
I didn't mean it in the cliche way that it sounds...
I meant it from the deepest most genuine parts of my being,
because if you were to do that, just 'be you'
I can't even begin to explain how amazing that would be.
Because you are.
And you are worth so much more than you realize.
Live your life in poetry or not at all.
If at some moment you don’t feel your existence can be phrased into beautiful words,
make a change.
Extraordinary things come from ordinary places
and sometimes it’s as simple as you.
You are the stardust of some large collision of stars and planets,
the somehow conscious result of a cosmic phenomenon.
You are skin as delicate as flower petals and blood that flows through you like coursing rivers,
bones that reach out through you like roots of a tree that somehow represents life of all that surrounds you.
You are a heart that beats like the pounding of elephants feet against the African dust.
You are poetry.
You deserve to live your life in poetry as well.
Live your life as you deserve.
People do not realise
Just how much words hurt
Because one minute they're inside the throat
And the next they're shot right at someone
Tearing right through them
And contaminating their mind and body
Until there's nothing left
But gloopy redness on their skin
In their mind.
So many words flowing through my head...
How can they translate,
Into a beautiful creation,
Such as a poem.
I write many poems,
When I talk,
The words flow out,
Like a true poet.
Then when they go to paper,
They're clumsy as fuck,
They don't make sense.
They're just like my mind.
I wrote one poem,
That I really wanted to share.
But its so sad,
It would cause people to worry,
Theres no need to worry.
My words are great,
My poetry is fine,
And my mind is destroyed.
opened my eyes
only to close them
because i was blinded
by harsh words
i needn't hear
at six in the morning
forced myself out
of bed and into
the shower and was
even scolded by
water that was
too hot to handle
went to bed trying to
convince myself the
keep me safe
but i dreampt of
places i promised myself
get over by the days end
today i woke up
out of bed and
into the shower but
did not let
anything or anyone
about things i neednt hear
at six in the morning
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 you to walk beside me enjoying the view on the 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.
units of production
the lie you tell
climbing trees only for bruised knees
oh the sap you've made of me
boiled simple syrup
of accidental words
add it to breakfast
a nutrition for the masses
unfortunate that I'll believe
anything your tongue strains for me
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.