I have built this temple I have mounted this throne made myself ruler of a cold empty world passed my own laws that I flout everyday for mine is the glory of my special way I have been left deprived of love and affection now I give myself everything never left wanting you can enter this realm maybe sit yourself down I need someone to polish my oversized crown
The world is bright Today is full bright The stars tonight... Will dance so tight And the moonlight Will be clearly sight And, is around eight All will be fully tight To see the midnight
Welcome to the Bright This life is nicely right It has a weight and height A smile will scale it aheight On faces of people's sight One very day smile we might If we see our Farha is height And beautifully she is weight
Welcome to the Bright Dear Baby Farha
Farha, A new born Baby of my brother Suraj from Madina city of Saudi Arabia. I wish you long and successful life, Dear Farha
I don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate me.
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)
My body is like an everlasting mountain full of different mountains and figures Seeing this wonderful sight, I don't realize it's beauty, no matter its size and figure. Perhaps, i may need another view in order to appreciate its beauty, may be its own quirks and flaws But, as I may be doing my best to keep this wonderland, I am grateful for it to be serving me and my wellbeing
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.
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.
Her embrace was a clinch to prevent hard blows. She pulled me close to push me away. Seeing my nakedness she leant me a dream of chainmail and shield. Taking love from me she gave a reprieve to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
Ignoring my words she heard my faint silent heartbeat and understood that it was music too quiet for the world to hear and turned it up louder than I could stand. I wept in my deafness as she danced.
I've housed demons before Sometimes they're better roommates than angels
at least with these demons, i dont have to worry about sugarcoated answers and the uncertainty of lies and honesty. demons are harsh, but honest. demons test you, giving you that chance to look inward and grow...
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.
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
You dreamed it once The slow bend in the road Past which the world delves Into the realm of the unreal Unrealised futures selves That are as material as Anything will ever be In this stretch of land Between here and infinity Where a million bonded yous Could be living in flawed Synchrony, a dissonance of Possible lives you will never see Even now at the precipice Of all that waits to come The time it takes for a hum To bloom into the vibration Of a body growing wings Is that step that lays down The brick for the next Two feet never together On the same square inch of ground There lies the sound of cracking shells A chrysalis to which you are bound By birth, where inside you lay the Stones of the inverted pyramid With each clean bone leading Cleanly to the edge, the rising temple Held up by the apex of the roof Long before belief has penetrated The invisible heart of the root
saying goodbye is a strange gesture. the lingering knowledge you'll see them again eases the startling punch of the word. but when you're fully resolved, when you've finally dug yourself out of the depths, saying goodbye to the single person you saw your entire life with, twists your insides, stretches them out and when they snap back you're left standing stationery with whiplash.
this exact moment, all the fear and heart break, bundled tightly into the lump in my throat, should be making me feel more severely than it is. but i almost feel nothing, and you feel like a lifetime ago.