Strange to find joy and sadness at the same time I see the kids smile bringing joy but sadness as I miss that part of me watching my kids grow up time will pass kids will grow I must let it go and enjoy
The other day I learned that I was not ready for marriage yet. I still have a few old doors that need to be closed in order to fulfill my promise. Not many, just a handful. I need to get my finances in check, as well as receive a better job. Work on my brand so I can quit my 9-5. (Boy I can’t wait for that day.) Secondly, I need to continue to speak with you and my partner about us moving forward together. That this is not only what we both want, but what you want from us. That you approve our marriage or not.
Can't speak, or move my feet, shift my gaze, my vision a haze, with ringing in my ears, just standing here. Though I wanted to be near to you, now I want to be anywhere but this venue Im not like you I dont wear my darkmess well.
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)
you are always leaving me yet waiting is what i do best i collect every fragment of you and let it fill the void inside but remnants are never enough is it wrong for me to desire? to talk about our future together as you lay under the rubbles of your ruined past? i am no virtuous saint but i want to leave this hell yet waiting is what i do best
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
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.
She told him he was the one Let him go then got married Talking about marriage for citizenship Looking for love got lust broken trust Gave respect with wasted time Till something better came alone It was over there was someone else Quick to move while he regrouped Messed around on a break kept it over Can't be mad but did expect loyalty Talking about getting back together All these scenarios events playing out
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