Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
I gave you my laughs I gave you my cries I gave you my days, my nights My moon, my clouds I showed you myself in the simplest act A second worth more than centuries Our silence, infinite Don't you know me?
Is it love? No; just imagination. magical creations; of a longing heart and ardent passion, burning of desire; wanting. Only to find disappointment; Heaven on earth ceased to exist, for death tore the veil which shrouded my heart. which shrouded my eyes; that made me blind. Now that the spell is lifted, I fall to the ground, and curse this ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.
Longing for his endearment Was the only thing That my mind was on Seeing him all the time Wasn’t enough for me I needed more I needed him to appear Out of the shadows And take me in his arms Be my ardent guardsman Tell me that you adore me Spoil me with your perfectly Affecting kisses, give me unalloyed joy
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)
Heart covered in ice Feelings completely numb Mind overwhelmed by thoughts Stomach aching in pain Nose bleeding Head feeling dizzy Insomnia constantly taking over Tears never fleeting Mouth lost for words Ears ringing loudly Soul shattered into pieces Chest hurting Love a figment of my imagination Lust fighting for control Depression never ending •-•
I wrote this piece during a difficult time in my life. I hope that you feel reassured that I can relate to your pain.-Nisha
I'll give it one more day. One more time. One more step. One more try. One more smile. One more laugh. One more hug. One more kiss. One more shot at happiness. Just in case the next one is the one that matters
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’m here looking down on it all wrapped in a blanket a book lies next to me pages flipping themselves in the cool summer breeze inside are the sounds of life outside are the sounds of the questioning the air is filled with random notes fluttering around me like guardian angels I know why they’re here
darkness sat down next to me to keep me company we look at the flickering lights in the distance he tells me you’d do fine down there if you wanted to be a light surrounded by light but then he shifts his gaze the moonlight dancing through his being but you’d do great up there be a light where no one has dared to be and with that he left
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.
Weary traveler Tempered by So many countless Faces die No more to roam In search The earth Has ever been My home Since birth But lately It seems all too distant Of some end times Reminiscent Nothing new begins Nor blooms The ardent activist Entombed Exhumed In years to come A relic Of his trips Through psychedelic Delving into Coalescence With machine's Planned obsolescence My transcendence Just pathetic Condemnations To hermetic
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