I know that I Haven’t been sleeping much And I don’t know why but This things that’s keeping me up Even waking me up You never even notice my Open eyes and deep sighs Under the covers, together but alone
I’m not a hero in any sense of the word I’m not a brave heart, not a tough guy I question so much in this head of mine I question but get no answers most of the time In my head goldfish swim round senselessly I am forgetting all the things I said I read but I am not well read My head keeps spinning relentlessly Is this uncommon, can I be mad Is this the norm, it makes me feel sad To think of the cruelty that we face The money and all the wars it creates I want to be a hero, to save the world I want to be an angel, but I am just a girl Making her way when every single day Is an agony of indecision, a catalogue of division So I’m not a hero in any sense at all But if you are a hero, a brave heart Please save the world, answer the call
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
საქართველო ვისია? ევრაზია ვეღარ იტევს აბრეშუმის მისიას. მიწა ნაცვლად ყვავილების ალისფრად გადავნამეთ - კალთის არა, ცეცხლოვანი ქარიშხლების ღირსია! ევრაზია ვერ დაიტევს აბრეშუმის მისიას.
ვინც სიმართლით ბორკილს გატეხს დღეს ქართველი იგია. იქნებ მართლაც იბერიის გაბრწყინება გადადეს?! მანამ სანამ გადავიხდით სამყაროსთან ნისიას. გაანათებს ხვალ პრომეთე კავკასიონს, მაგრამ დღეს - საქართველო სხვისია! საქართველო სხვისია!
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
I think i'm.. falling apart at the seams with little to no sleep and horror-filled dreams I cannot think straight why bother to think of a lie to deceive the things i'm falling into, now even stumbling on my gait; There isn't sincerity in my smile and wrinkles somber seen in my style My hair's a birds mess I don't think I call it any less than that.. a mess There's so much abandon to the happy, frolicking days now.. I think i'm falling apart at the seams with no more than horror-filled dreams; A tearing mind, screaming into the empty, silent winds maybe i'm letting myself sabotage myself to fall apart at the seams. Oh, maybe I am.. it seems
- a tasteless empty word like numbness of the fingers like numbness of the tongue a numbness of heart and false plastic lungs - bland face bland skin bland stomach and bland eyes - gleaming with wax satisfaction in a false candle pose bland wax candle prose written by plain poet hands -
I am a wax figurine poet who writes beautiful but bland verses.
There was an overflow of soul Coursing through his gloriousness Amazing vibrations, blazing brightness Rhythmic highs, shimmering poetry Imprinted within his kingdom He is a sweet flower of the light A softness, a uniqueness A burning flame that I yearn To unite with and feel his gush Of unbounded love filling my core
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
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you