you broke me as soon as i took my first breath you broke me when you decided to drop me off and leave me alone you broke me the second you decided to make it impossible to find you you broke me when you took all of the parts of myself away that i don’t know you broke me but you made me who i am but i can’t hate you i could never hate you
You've filled your pretty head With a million excuses and lies. Stop wasting your breath; I've seen and heard it all a million times. Sorry, little boy, but you're not as cute as you think. You may think you're water in a desert, But I'm not desperate enough to drink. Because I may be lonely, but I'm not alone.
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)
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.
- a tasteless empty word like numbness of the fingers like numbness of the tongue a numbness of heart and false plastic lungs - bland face bland skin bland stomach and bland eyes - gleaming with wax satisfaction in a false candle pose bland wax candle prose written by plain poet hands -
I am a wax figurine poet who writes beautiful but bland verses.
when i was a kid i always wonder why the moon kept following me is she my best friend? my protector during the nights i walk alone? until i grew older and find her presence my peace started telling her my secrets and dreams sometimes we share our tears we will talk all night together we will fall asleep
From sixteen to sixty And all the days in between From a lassie then a lady To the woman in my dream From sketch book to painting From wondering and waiting To building and creating With fireworks and gold plating From all that you mean To being my queen From nowhere to forever And all the days in between.
Later this year my wife turns 60! I've written this with that in mind.
Silence keeps me together words gone out are gone forever and words held in lives inside my head nervously ever after so I like to keep quite no more scripted lines or edited lies when there is nothing to be told peace unfolds silence makes it better it keeps me together
In the morning of yesterday There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together Intent on each other, in whispers I heard them say your name And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer
Harvesting hearts and marigolds The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe Wanting an exploration of Souls Oblivious, if we’re generous But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal
I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall I found you in the violin’s shadow Dust and star tears are my witnesses I love you My joy and my abyss
i can still hear the sound of your voice and smell the scent of your skin....i can tell you more of what i remember but where do i begin... even though i am not right beside you..i am always with you believe it because it is true forever you will be in my heart and make it beat.....for the rest of my life the love i have for you will never take a back seat.
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 breath I stand I walk I run I live I live for me I live for my dreams I live for my hopes I live for the future I live for the possibilities I live for the chance I live for the plans I live for the want I live for the need I live for me
It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.