Understanding you was like Understanding what a bird chirps Like understanding why The universe is infinite Understanding you was like Figuring out how someone can be Everything and nothing All at once
Here's a poet's plight: To force words to come is a fight; Gorgeous nothings hold no light; Meaning shall not bow to might.
Thirty thousand words or more – All just sounds heard before; But somewhere deeper there's a door, A certain feeling from some core.
Or, in clearer words: I have nothing Great to say, but That shouldn't stop me anyway From speaking when I feel I must; No other way to reverse this rust.
Perfection is a savage Curse to ravage the mind 'Round and round in circles, growing blind.
But of all the stones and stars Or overpriced, shiny cars The greatest gift of all you give Is that you let me gently live.
You accept me as I am, Tarred and scarred and marred with gray, There's a thousand whispers, but they're all okay When they won't be judged anyway.
There's this frustrating little tic Where no words can quite click Because no lovely language can compress or stress enough meaning into a tiny little space That could give a hint of a trace Of the meaning that was felt.
Suffice to say it seems somehow insufficient, Nothing Great, simply true: You're wonderful as you.
Waking up from a sleep to the sound of a deafening silence. Everything is visibly dark, blackest of black as black as black could be. I can feel the floor beneath, moving ahead, it's a tunnel. A white dot discernible suddenly at a distance. With time, it grows bigger and whiter like a light that fills the view of your eye. Immediately, everything is white. White light. I had died.
You lit up my world like a Quick strike of a match, Illuminating everything yet Fast consuming anything. I can't believe I fell so fast Again and so I Watch from afar The still singeing debris. At the core of it Lies your crumpled blackened body, Poised perfectly to a Tempting degree.
I don't think you quite get how much I Smile when I see your face, and so It broke me when I saw you with his.
The clouds move slowly in their cruise along the sky, gentle hues of yellow seeping through the cracks and crevices. I open the jar, in which lies an ant— suspended through time, encased in the beckoning dunes of sweetness which caused its own demise. is it really possible to die of sweetness?
I look up the sky, the very same vast expanse of sugary white and blue and yellow trusted by countless men to their own demise.
perhaps too much sweetness is poisonous. consume responsibly.
Maybe your jokes aren't that funny.. But I laugh anyway.. So now you think you have got the way to my heart... Maybe I modify the thoughts in my head.. When I tell you what I like.. So now you think you can certainly make me happy... Maybe I dont miss you that much... When I tell you my feelings resonate with that melody.. But now you think I think of you most of the time...
the fear we seek is what we ignore the fear we have for the people we love to hate and love to love a mirror loves to capture our faces but not what's behind the eyes your love is what i see flood into mine and though the look of your reflection is a bit scary to me at first because i haven't been in love for quite some time the sound of your voice and the care that you give breaks the mirror i have imaginary feelings for your reflection and real feelings for what's behind your eyes.
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.
I have stumbled I have fallen With an empty soul A heart and mind searching for a way I saw your hand Reaching out to me Unsure, nothing to lose I took it You picked me up Now we walk together As you hold my hand You guide me along my way You whisper to me Follow me and you will know the truth ~
Finding my way with God. Searching for peace for my spirit and soul.
I’m a young lady Surrounded by a judges society Represents occasionally Loves with loyalty A queen in royalty Hidden anxiety A unique personality Struggles in life are reality Lessons are shown biblically Living in prosperity
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.