for once i want to flaunt my scars cross all the bars fall to rise again forget all the pain be a little dramatic let go of the arctic defense the perfect pretense just be me small stature with a messy bun a difficult nature the weird one lose fitting shirts hell no to skirts no hint of concealer i'm not a revealer yes i'm boring yes i'm lame but if loyalty is what you're looking for then i'm game
- 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.
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.
You are caring, Passionate, intellectual, You have an intense pure aura I feel peaceful and calm around you I feel drawn to you When I'm near you it's like a connection that I felt from a past life Like our souls are connected Like we are meant to always find each other
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
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.
Guarded by the beautiful trees I sit Dwelling in the sun My chest being warmed My eyes closed "Trust me", sings the soft breeze As I surrender to the being To the moment To birds' and nature's sounds around me Peacefully Healing...
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
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
Three a. m. I went outside. Full moon lighting night Wind blowing in the new spring leaves Dancing along wood's edge. Unknown blessing in my path. Alone with God, Yet feeling the presence of another. The night sounds warning of impending loss The leaving of my father As he traveled to eternal. The wind was his gentle touch as he left the earth Gently brushing my hair. 'Thanks, daddy, for the visit.'
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.
My love for you drives me insane The thought of you messes with my brain
Sometimes we love someone so much it drives us insane we think see them in our everyday lives or in the millions of strangers on the street but maybe we are just hoping that because we are hiding our pain and strife that we will probably never see them again
Something is out of place. Something inherently molecular within her myogenic wilderness: a modesty, an awareness, the visible manifestation of her shyness. It contracts. It tones. It colors her openly, just as the sky. Involuntary, just as stimuli. There's something new about this face. Something awakened. Something lovestruck and silly. For what else could exert such a dilator mechanism, in all its deliciousness?