Chilling by your swimming pool feeling like your own court fool from the other side of the tracks your people broke our broke backs. I am round won't fit into your box stiff rules monster chastity locks.
Leaves will fall inevitably And one day we will fall too A fallen leaf will wilt away Eventually, our bodies will decay The sunlight can not always save the day But that is okay For in our dreams we will escape Escape our lives And escape the pain Death will come in time But not today For tomorrow I know I will see your face
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)
God, I will give my life back to you the day I die God, I will give myself back to you the day I die God, I will give my sins back to you the day I die God, I will give my money back to you the day I die God, I will give my sickness back to you the day I die God, I will give my love back to you the day I die God, I will give my spirit back to you the day I die
Every woman I know Has been a rehabilitation center for men. As if femininity seduces sickness. It is not our duty To mend the fragmented bits of you. To mother your mental health. We are not your restoration center.
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 failed to love round, but fallen flat, My head slumps down, over an ancient map, My eyes roll back, over the mappa mundi verge, Where waterfalls purl, and the sea serpent-sleep lies curled.
Mappa mundi are surviving Medieval maps of the world that often depicted sea monsters and dragons. In spite of a common belief, most educated Medieval classes did not think the earth was flat (known as the Flat Earth myth) nor did most scholars from the classic Greek period on. Similarly, no old world map contains the exact phrase “Here Be Dragons” to connote uncharted territories, though dragons and sea monsters often allegorically depicted the same.
- 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.
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.
I have for a bit and i cant tell you face to face or on text so here i am because i know you follow me but you arent on enough to see this? but if you do im glad we were friends and hopefully still are but you graduated and you move soon so im not sure when ill get to see you after you move but for now im just here waiting
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
A letter to my past self we could have done so much good. We could have sat silently and smiled politely but no. We turned to smoking *** in the bathroom with our ¨friends¨. Like I said we could have done so much good but we didn't like that. We liked the thrill from rebelling in some way no one would ever think of. We also wanted to dye our hair and pierce our face while wanting to be alone. We laid lazealy on the couch pretending to be as innocent as a baby. We listened to heavy metal in the dark to feel less angry with ourselves. We cried and lied to everyone around told them that we where fine. A letter to my past self we can learn to get better and heal with everyday.