Kayley an angle hidden in plain sight Kayley so bright and full of joy you can´t help but smile Kayley bold and beautiful Kayley you have a gift like no other Kayley god will be so happy when she brings you home
Oh, not too bad (I haven't slept) Y'know, on and off (I mean this week I haven't wept) It used to be worse (I'm not in despair) I'm holding up (I won't let myself go there). Some days are hard (I feel so drained) I think everyone's struggling (I've numbed the pain) Yeah, I'm okay (I can't keep pace) Thanks, I'm alright (I miss my okay place).
Writing out in the open is fun The strange glances as people strain their eyes To see what the words falling on my paper are saying, Only to be disappointed when they realize . . . She's writing poetry *insert eye roll How I wish people would just ask to see what it is I'm writing Just so I can have the satisfaction of telling them NO! But what can I say I like leaving people asking questions
In your heart, to spare some with me Or will you get your hands ***** while you break mine? Breakfast smells ironish meanwhile, and the skies don't look so pink anymore, No more la vie en roses, only reality, moldy and old same reality;
“I am the best thing that ever walked into your life.” I won’t ever have to say that to her. It’s like a Christmas present. You don’t tell the girl you’re giving It to what’s in the package. She has to open it. She has to tear off the paper and bow. She will feel it the rest of her life and cry tears of joy.
there’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all and then there’s that kind of sadness that takes over and it consumes any activity we do we know it’s there and there’s no possible way to avoid it so we feed it exactly what it wants it craves the sad music it craves the isolation it craves the anxiousness and the sadness comes storming in it has no manners here we are calling sadness, an “it” when all it is is a feeling that most people call home
they buried a poet sprinkled his words over coffin tossed a book into dirt alongside and waited few decades to have a leaf sprout for winds to carry his lines far to one with open ears another circle in a world of squares have phrases strain down the cheeks into ink smeared on paper
buried in a trashcan in a diary in a library in dirt everywhere really...
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
It's so beautiful Falling in love with you. You stretched out your hand And hold me tight. As you lay a gentle kiss on my lips And the gentle wind Blows softly through the tonight And the stars are shining so As I look into your eyes Your smile was filled with joy and fear
Eyes so charmed and Bright and there's silence In the air it's happiness All around us and as You touch me softly And I melt in your arms What a day I can never forget
Now touch your heart, Close your eyes And you will see that What we have Is true love
Open your heart and you will It's true love coming true Because this love Is so beautiful Between me and you
And from the moment we touched All our dreams have coming true All we need to do Is to swallow our ego And do the talking
So just listen to My heart it's beating Only one thing I love you.