excruciating disgust boiling inside push down into my wounds bleed myself dry because i am but a weak man with no spine looking above spit dripping down my lip salt excreted out of my pores gasping for the strength to melt away i cry at night rotting away because i’m not right misused and disregarded i am the rotten apple when you picked me you were mistaken because you didn’t check the other side
A wolf has come to eat the sun the Gods supplied us only one with jaws that tear and teeth that bite he stops to drink our fading light eclipse the world, pour out the soul you nibble, can't you eat it whole?
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)
the cheer of lemon petals radiates from cerise centers and floats on summer breezes that carry meadowlark melodies; music written by the soul of nature for the open hearts that hear her love
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 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 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
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.
A smile is such a lovely thing especially upon your face; Behind it a glimpse of grimace none can trace hiding all the sorrows or simply taking their place.
A kindly spoken word means so much when it's from you, Sending comfort when the heart is blue
Your touch can make a heart dance in pretty fast-paced clips when I hear the melody in your voice I'm wowed by it's unconquerable grips.
A smile, a word, a song, a touch – seem small little things Your ecstatic vibe I'm grateful to always find; Lock your hands in mine and peace will fill my mind...
Went for a walk with the love of my life, dreaming, thinking, of all the wasted time, coping, loving, we laugh but eventually cry, regretting, forgetting, what it's really like, losing, hoping.
sunlight peeks through the curtains stealing me from slumber. my eyes open dazed by the rays of a new day. his body beside mine near though oceans apart. we swim away from the sun through treacherous waters back to dawn. dawn where we are everything and anything except still. still is the morning, our rapid current at rest pause my mind slips away thoughts of a perpetual dawn where the morning never comes.
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.
