Try to find me And you'll never find Because I am nowhere There's nowhere to be On the outside world Nowhere, For I only traveled within It’s up to you to get lost Into the rhythm and vibe Of my eyes, only then You can find my paradises Within these kingdom of my worlds
And she whispered to the moon “You promised to stay wild with me. I didn’t know then, the wild would take you so far away from me. Don’t worry my love, I’ll carry your secrets until you return. Distance doesn’t break our bond. Forever is still to come.”
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)
sometimes I wish I had cancer then people would send me flowers, and get well soon cards. but I am bipolar so when I am sick I suffer alone, ashamed because too many times people synonymously use my illness for crazy.
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.
When I was young and time was infinite I was spontaneous,impulsive, impatient. Now I am older and life is precious and timeless becomes time with an end in sight. Love becomes more visible. I am adventurous, pensive and patient, riding the next dream into a timeless future.
Stay here when everything says run. Stay here when the jaw grinds shut. Stay here when the breath runs thin. Stay here when you're out of your skin. Stay here when the drink calls quietly. Stay here when the voice says spitefully, "you're not enough" because when it comes to this stuff, running feeds the fire and true healing requires staying here.
Isn't the trolley problem so silly? right. like, if you were on one track and there were five people on the other, i'd save you in a heartbeat How sweet. If it was ** * ** ** * * that's not true if it were between the two of you... i would pull the lever right as the trolley reaches the junction thrashing it back and forth as hard as i could jostling it off the track until it falls lifeless on its side.
this flux ripple passage it creates structures edges shapes intermediate areas transfixed faces: love or hums chirps rustle wooes sighs sights surrenders breaking points musings tsunamis earthquakes devastation creation downfall cries resurections prayers longing evolving endurance & the eye of storms a touch a strike the infinite in qualia soil of oblivion womb songs invocation hues of silence ego destruction murmur wonder nestled heart's warehouse crystal kindness unknown emergence fountains dead languages renewed light moons sphere overwhelming beauty first cry first breath of air much much more forms to be turned into we don't have enough poems enough air enough shouting cause horses are in love with the grass tigers are in love with their prey mountains are in love with water pain is in love with stones love just a reference and we need to destroy its name for its true face this quiet spirit cosmic vibration in exaltation
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.
Anything I desire I swear it to the moon Desires me back I craved you I wanted you I needed you I felt you I touched you I heard you I saw you I loved you And yet people says that You only exists inside my head Sunshine’s If true You’re the most alluring memory That I’ve ever created in a lifetime.
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