As my heart aches Falls apart and breaks I feel at peace My emotions cease I exist in solitary Forever wary Of things to haunt me As I nestle into to a fir tree I felt broken I felt stolen By the girl who Whisked my heart askew As I stare into my despair I tell you beware Of the heartbroken world That is worse than the underworld Endless darkness Endless starkness Nothing to feel Nothing to conceal That nothing is worse Than the broken heart curse
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
its hard to hide the way you feel, losing the will on truthful words, forgetting what is real its hard when you are scared of laughing or crying, that someone will see your agony and pain from which you are suffering from, and you forget to laugh , you forget your happiest and cheerful nature, because of the fear that someone may know about you and will start to judge you, and may you will loss the love of your friends and family, when you are sad , its hard to pretend that you are happy When you are terrified that someone might ask about your situation and and your sadness, then what will you answer to them, its becoming harder every day, its becoming harder to lie and hide things, its becoming a very hard task of life.
The wild one up all night drinking Keep the crazy mind from thinking Told the truth sober going insane No one is listening spoke up Under the influence blaming the liquor From many friends to rolling solo Years of being alone becoming unknown Remembered for the past wild child Living in the moment sober living From over the edge to straight edge Long days up all night writing On the road joy riding cruising the street Ink pad collecting deep thought emotions Let ot go before it comes your happiness Dealing with the stress leaves you restless While avoiding it causes you to lose peace Overthinking can run it all down The vibes are mixed no middle ground
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.
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.
Rotten flesh decaying in cold air Everything good and sweet weeping Spilling from dehydrating barriers Unable to defend against it Feasting and rampaging and ruining Boxed air and watery remnants Smeared on the wall Undesirable. Inedible. Done.
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
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
His love cannot fail I found him through pain He saw me before I was me. I know that my words give pain I know that my words worry I know that my words sadden I know that my words hurt I’ve found G.O.D I have found the missing piece Goodness is within me Over all my fear Dire is my fortune He watches me He keeps me The silence calls But he pulls me. He is with me I know he breathes within 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.
i still do not know the poem i've been trying to write and maybe that's because i haven't been writing one at all or maybe it's because the poem i've been trying to write is not ready for paper and maybe i'm the paper that's not ready for it
I fell in love with your stories I fell in love with your pain I fell in love with your diaries I fell in love with your brain I fell in love with your sorrow I fell in love with your darkness I fell in love with your desire for no tomorrow I fell in love with your sharpness I fell in love with your mind I fell in love with your blues I fell in love with your rhymes I fell in love with you