you saw me sitting alone in a satin pool of your son the son you bathe in alone bright sun the color was still here today but for some reason, it's gone now wanted to be somewhere near you somewhere near you
It must be the small things that make the difference The birds singing in the morning light It must be the small things, some near some distant Have we really become beauty resistant? To moonbeams chasing sunbeams Sunshine filtering through green clad glades Memories I treasure are haunting my dreams It would be funny, if it wasn’t tragic We are losing the plot, forgetting the magic Why are these pockets of joy too hard to find? Why do we ignore the small things Why are they forgotten, when did we leave them behind?
the intertwining yet contradicting tunnels of my mind, up and down and down and up they wind, love and hate and hate and love constantly confused, I offered you a hasty look but quickly you refused, do I refuse it or do a take it - do I want it or do I despise it, I ask her for relief but she consistently denies it, oh, how interesting it is to be the overwhelming human me, it hurts me uncontrollably but I will keep laughing till it ruins me, one day I will unwind the intricate tunnels of my mind, the tunnels which never cease to wind and wind.
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 told me not to get lost in the woods I am sorry but I had to search for the one that made me insane My reason for loving and living Now I am back singing a bitter symphony, a cruel harmony I wish I listened in the first place
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.
- 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.
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
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.
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.
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
I won't always be in love with you take it while you can every chip on the table reckless bet on a losing hand some say it isn't worth it but they're not in like flin I'm learning to be fearless for a future I can only imagine