and taking down my poems. They wont be destroyed but im going to have them in a more private place. They may or may not resurface in the future. I'm not quitting. Just rebranding and doing things a little more by the book
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)
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.
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.
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
This is the downfall unlike any other not like raindrops It's the screaming at the top of the lungs till the veins pop It's that asteroid burning in the atmosphere and then it'll be all black There'll be ashfall There'll be seared meat toasted skin and charred wings It's that Lucifer thing A light streak descending heading down to the ground You can see the ending Can't blame anyone The gravity pulls It's its nature no mercy, no thinking It's the downfall It's the ending The last curtain call and the swan song just sounds terrible as the poor bird's throat got twisted and slashed Must've paid a lot saw it in advance
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
It's a hushed, misty, and moon-glowed night, cool air .........becomes a silken touch to my skin. my breathing joins the soft cricket buzzing, .............humming amongst the shadows, peacefully blends ...and ........becomes the night's lullaby. it calms my soul.
I am not sure whether Agnetha is dyslexic or Anni a palindromist. There is no point in asking Benny or Bjorn. Chiquitita was unable to tell them what’s wrong. So, why is ABBA written backwards in lipstick, on the mirror, between two kisses?