The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
here is a place my heart comes to mourn; a place where these thoughts are seldom my own. a place frozen in time your face covers these walls; our cold lovers waltz still haunting these halls. a window through time i am left to adore; here is a place; i will love you, once more.
But he decided to leave, no matter of the cost to her, with no last letter of sincere farewell, just him leaving her and not coming back, that stab in the back, that leaving alone, that isolation with the cold winter approaching, in dark December, and snow coming from the North.
She did not suspect him having someone else to have or love, someone else in mind.
It didn't make sense to her ordered mind; it disturbed her plans, the furniture in her mental state was in sad disarray, just by him leaving, and in such a way.
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)
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
I can love you more I can slip into your bedroom at night With your lights turned out See you sleeping softly under the covers Your face, lovely as ever Your hair, an incomparable treasure Your lips so seamlessly dreamy Come to you, whisper caring words In your left ear, hear your breath rise and fall Get into bed with you, my arms enclosing you Keeping you warm as I fall asleep with you
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 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 tried to write a poem about Xmas. But failed. I simply have no memory of having a happy one. Maybe it's the constant feeling of loneliness or maybe the fact that it brings out the difference between being happy and sad. Yet the fact remains l am yet to have joyful Christmas. All I want for Christmas is to have a Happy 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
Peace is easily found under the mango trees: softly push from the ground, swing to the gentle breeze, smell the blooms – every kind, hear the rustle of leaves... Heals, the beauty around – under the mango trees.
An amber horizon Felt in a warm summers glow Over calm waters That shimmer and flow Feeling calm and serine Like a midsummer nights dream Taking deep breath‘s Coming forth; coming clean As the wind whispers secrets unfiltered