Of course, you can go But I don't want you to Of course, I don't have to know But I feel I really do Of course, we don't have to talk But I will fall apart Of course, I will let you walk But it will crush my heart
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
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.
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 must let it be known That I refuse to give any less than all my affection to the one I love When I find them And they find me They will know the depths of my heart And feel its expression of joy at their smile And with open arms I will give them warmth Through good and bad Through highs and lows Through sun and rain For as long as they will let me And I pray that they will let me forever.
cast me into the fire of your future unfolding infinitely behind a whispered "I hate you". Prima Materia, kindling for the Great Work, entropy warping days into centuries bored of the historians misinterpreting them.
somewhere in all that I am child chasing fireflies and couldn't careless that I'll eventually meet you.
Early May. Grass now green. Lilacs bloom. Red, yellow, blue tulips supplant winter's cold. Warmer air now through her hair fair and golden. We kiss. Robins, bluebirds try out their wings. Skies take on blue's hue. Hope palpable fills fields once buried in silver snow. We know wheat and barley begin to grow. Maple tree leaves are being born on only weeks ago were barren limbs. Spring sings.
As my heart aches Falls apart and breaks I feel at peace My emotions cease I exist in solitary Forever wary Of things to haunt me As I nestle into to a fir tree I felt broken I felt stolen By the girl who Whisked my heart askew As I stare into my despair I tell you beware Of the heartbroken world That is worse than the underworld Endless darkness Endless starkness Nothing to feel Nothing to conceal That nothing is worse Than the broken heart curse
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 found you when i wasn’t even searching a breath of fresh air after being in deep water for so long a running and laughing down an empty hallway type of love a love where i don’t say that i’m sad you just feel it a love so pure that nothing needs to be said it is known.
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
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.