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)
We spoke of our tomorrows and whispered a paragon promise, as laminated truth, never knowing any other texture for all we had were our eyes conveying this pledge our gazes outshine - glowing, we could never journey on borrowed moonlight
Rose in a dew I thought I caught a glimpse of you.
Zooming in I thought I can get closer. Only to eye on upon a river amid myriad over looking stars.
A drop spans out to be a sea neither did it tarry. I thought I would give up that big is not for me.
But yet a scene never washed away is intact unblurred beneath the million waves of the sea. I thought the moon will give up! It can never touch but always returns over the sea can't forget a scene. So is me once that I chanced to see.
My heart is a sponge And it’s being ringed out My heart is a sponge And it’s drying out My heart is a rock And it’s being thrown around All the rich purple and reds Are watering down The blood isn’t bright The more you get in The more comes out I get the chills When the white light begins to burn out I get a fever When the ice melts When the cool breeze hurts My heart is a sponge And it’s falling apart My heart is a rock Sitting on the other side Being slowly cut by the wind By the sand By Gods hand A broken fingerless stub That’s fondled the absolute worst of man My heart is a sponge I’d like to think I’m making a difference But I don’t know
Forgotten words I meant to write I only wonder where they go Things lost and never found Where are they now? Forever gone and spoken once The little phrases that meant a lot Words that were meant to be written are just lost... ▪-▪
I listen to Joji on repeat while I wait for the train I don't know if it is his words Or the night That keeps reminding me of the time we danced in Subway With your arms around me Now I am cold Now your arms embrace Someone else All I am left with is your lingering smell from your jacket I am no one to you I am no one to you at least now And nothing hurts more than realizing you never loved me the way I did even though I was someone to you.
You are the light of my life My morning sun and my evening moon I want to reach you and stay by your side Too bad you’re just “not in the mood” Too bad “you have better things to do” Because the only thing I do is think of you
I dream of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
I blame you. For the dreams that died. For the love that i will never have. For the smile that you took from me. I wanted to fly far away but you Burnt my wings keeping me In the cold darkness. I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it Into something good. We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams #blame #dreams #darkness #killing
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.
Andy Griffith found success when he starred in "The Andy Griffith Show". That sitcom is still popular today and it was created over sixty years ago. It was one decade ago today when Andy Griffith took his final breath. Andy didn't have a funeral, he was buried immediately after his death. He starred in "Matlock" from 1986 to 1995. Andy would be ninety-six if he had survived. Ten years ago today, a famous man died. Andy had Charisma and talent and that can't be denied.
Dedicated to Andy Griffith (1926-2012) who died ten years ago today on July 3, 2012.
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'm not your canvas; you can't paint over me. My mistakes, my life, it's whom I want to be. So go _________ take your _________ paintbrush and your paint, too, because I love my every stain, and I'll keep every color; red, green, or blue.
By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.
I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.