I’ve loved you in ways that I have never been loved I loved you for reasons that you will never know I’ve loved you for longer than you’ve known and for far longer than you’ve deserved It’s my fault for loving you too much I knew you weren’t capable of accepting what I had to give But you didn’t have to make me feel stupid I can’t count the times you’ve brought tears to my eyes or have made me cry You’ve hurt my feelings so many times and I just want to know why If I could go back in time I’d try to be perfect for you just so you didnt make me feel so stupid I gave you so many chances to change and you just made me look stupid And now I have tears in my eyes and you’ve made me cry I dont know why you had to make me look stupid
As a young man I frequently and unexpectedly rode off into the sunset. Now, a grizzled codger, I know my last ride will be more like a dizzying push into The Black Void. These days, I try leaving a lot fewer loose ends when I finally decide to saddle up.
You're not mine to keep But that won't stop me from loving you So I'll keep on loving you From a distance Watching you From afar Praying And hoping For the best that you'll do In life And your future I love you Always
i am scared of my shadow, and scared of the dark, i am scared of the tears falling from my face, i am scared people not caring if i die, scared of the moon when it smiles, scared of my self every once in awhile, scared of what people think when my secret is told, i am scared of my secret of mine, i am scared of asking why, i am lost with every worry in the world, help i am scared.
I. She waits in the shade Of a best-loved oak, Where he once carved their names inside a heart: "This means forever."
II. The heart needs tending --she visits from year-to-year. Her security, a vow. His constraint, a contract. She made to open the door but he detained her, A perjury. Pruning stems, branching --cognitively speaking-- Dead or alive.
III. The landscape has changed: This place no longer holds water. Listen now for love's addendum, Measured in the signal-to-noise ratio. (You'll hear it all the time).
IV. Oh, painfully leafless gray meadow. Sufferance is a viable timekeeper, When it storms the weak run for shelter.
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! Explanation 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 I love you all!!
If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers Filled with broken poetries And deadbeat proses Full of woeful verses With mournful pieces Of unfinished stories That are yet to be written And failed to be spoken; If you could read my mind, You’d hear horrible screams And earsplitting weeps From shattered dreams, Kept in a nasty notepad, Scribbled on a bed Of bloodstained words, Ringing in my head. If you could read my mind, You’d see the shadows That lurk within me; You’d hear the bellows, Screeching the words “I’m tired,” “I’m a failure,” “I’m stupid –” I know it sounds stupid, It’s pathetically foolish And seems too *******. If you could read my mind, You’d feel the tears I had ever failed to cry; You’d see the people That make the weak weaker; You’d see the monsters That consume my head; You’d hear the hollers That failed to be freed; You’d see the heart That still bleeds and bleeds. If you could read my mind, You’d see the face I’ve failed to show back then, The face I’ve faked back then. If you could read my mind, You’d see a character I had ever failed to become If you could read my mind, You’d be able to read A book you never wished To touch and read, But sometimes I still wish Someone could read my mind.
my mental health is a balance beam i keep forgetting i'm standing on. sometimes it feels like it's standing on me. i balance perfectly for a moment and suddenly i lose the discipline that got me there. i wish i could spend just a few moments enjoying the peace i fight for. uphill battles are always difficult; why does mine have to be invisible too?