aching bone chilling thrones sit with me i’ll be home warm and loved taken care of let’s escape build a cabin in the woods with our minds this time it’s strong i can feel it let me be your medicine it’s a high dose try not to overdose into comatose
Man with no name Laconic in every frame Smoking a cigar Or driving a police car Westerns or a Cop Thriller As a Drifter or a Rider Iconoclastic instant justice 44 Magnum to carry it out without prejudice Mayor of Carmel All American Male Filling cinemas across the globe East West North or South Its got to be Clint Eastwood
on top circuloid hydration white springed days stepped forward as the older man sang to the purity that sat high on top the purity on top regarded the song as worthy, hums and tapping of the human's tongue. he bounced on one foot, the other foot, cloth- -ing gyrating to its own melody and humdrum. the man settled with a humble drawl.
It began with a hello I fell deeply in love The love would overpower commonsense The love was deeply felt The love would fly over the pain and the hurt and unsettling words The ego died many times The love will remain but will it ever repair to health
The terrain of your loneliness falls under my hands soft as cinders in a snuffed fire We have both burned, in our way and under my breath Embers ignite, the soft glow And incandescent heat of our palms, tenderly met Lanterns in a grey sea we light as beacons For our lost ships calling them To safe harbor.
im sorry for doing this to you for loving you for making you love me i could never let you go but i beg you to forget me im better for you forgotten
i cant take the sleepless nights i give you i cant take that theyre the only times you care for me when i need you when you have no other choice
stop worrying about me and i suspect you'll stop loving me too im never going to be free im never going to be happy at least you can be
so forget about me im no good for you dont be sad when i go let me mourn this love alone i know its cruel to leave but staying would be torture i love you, i'll never forget you, i cant have you do the same
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)
u see the knife you watch the glow u see me smile but can't hear me cry u think i'm happy but inside i'm breaking u see the blood then u realize that i wasn't lying when i said i'm depressed! u wish u gave me the support i needed but now it's too late. I'm dying inside...
The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
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