in the middle of the night, when you can't stand the light of the cross, let the groan of your body caress the dreams of the water, with the tears of your fruit, flood the earth when your bleached lips untie the prayer of the mind, and heaven from heaven, - and hell from hell shall cry unto thee give birth to me, humble delight, let”s build a sacred crown in the skin of the moon, with red flowers, the baby is born in may, a broken branch from the stalk of the eclipse, at His mercy, forever, destiny, lucky star in the mystery of exaltation by words.
Some days I just sit and wonder what it must be like to be the author of all things both big and small. At times I feel bereaved at the thought that he has abandoned me all together that the thought I must be a disappointment to the great creator A God of high intelligence and moral fiber. Shoot, I invented moral fiber to cast a shadow over my imperfections and short comings. At the time he calls me home to glory I shall be given a brand new station in life as my preference would be either a new heaven or a new earth. Where the rubber meets the road I will leave the particulars to the great I am as I will gladly take the crumbs that fall off the table. I'm not smart enough nor good looking enough to catch a gaze from a spectator in want of a man not interested in being hitched with a gal and young ones to boot. As those children rarely grow up to respect a man who takes the place of a dead beat dad not giving financial support not respecting the new suiter. No sir, my desire is to make it from here to eternity a solo act as I dont yearn to play God to ******* children that will never honor the step dad or his maker.
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)
In you, I've found an appreciation for the ones I've hurt I've found a new reason to scorn the stars For all their bright, unwavering light For all their fragile grace they scatter upon us I've found no way to leave my winter bones behind To make peace with the new, and growing I've found no reason to move on And too many to stop
their utility is inutile, their usefulness is, will. always be, in the
reinterpretation, a million and still counting, as long as you must guess at its labyrinth inner wired construct, be pleasured by the roiled and rolled curves upon your tongue, two lives (yours, mine), a paired wine tasting, we together, believing in the greatness of joyous frustration
some say, as I do, the world is better for the utility of thine own struggled understanding, the truest combination of two way communication, surpassed only by our at last armed embrace, when at last we understand our mutuality of need and salve...
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 don’t know how to love you. He broke me down like the longest math equation. But, in the process of solving he found no solution. Only lost numbers memories stuck on the chalkboard.
You say you’re too broken too. But now you’re here. Confused and softened possibly afraid. Definitely afraid.
And in this moment my mind flushed with all of the feelings I kept in my little locked box. The cherishment I have for you and the care and want that come along with you. I wanted you. I want you. But my brain tells me I don’t.
So my words are broken but my mind is made up.
I want to be with you but you don’t want to be with a f—- up.
I liked this boy for a long time. We dated for a bit but he didint like me so we ended things, we are still vERY close friends. I still like him to this day and I have since our relationship. He’s been really intimate lately and I set some boundaries because “he doesn’t like me.” I also don’t know how to have any sort of contact with anyone because my ex boyfriend was so possessive of me so now any physical contact makes me think that people are being romantic—which is obviously not the case. The guy I like is really touchy that’s why I put those boundaries. And today, he texted me and told me he now wants to go out, he didint ant to the first time because he had just gotten out of a breakup. But the way he said it was very vague. So, I didint want to asume anything, so I said “okay?” And he got very upset. Now I’m hoping things work out because I’m lonely and really like him. Let’s jsut hope my awkwardness doesn’t **** me.
I never believed in "god", But everytime before I sleep I have a silent prayer; "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦" "𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸" "𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰" Over and over and over, Thinking "he" might hear me And punish me to live longer
Life update! I have CKD and I still can't accept my situation now. I'm getting tired, so tired. Still looking for a will to fight but any moment, I'm cool to leve.
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'm a white rose, with a black shadow. I'm the moon, with a black mark. I'm the poetry, with all painful words. I'm the sky full of scars, My heart is filled with love, While my mind is haunting me, My soul is Galaxy which feels empty in space.
This poem has published in a book, "Bloom" On Nov.5th,2018 ❤️
To my love, who rests unwell I send you love, I cast my spell To weave sweet waters from the deep I'll smooth the worries from your sleep Let the darkness be my arms Have faith in me, to ward off harms So lay your weary self in bed And let sweet dreams fill your head If you lie in heaven or hell, I'll tend you gently, I'll love you well
Te lo digo aquí Antes no te conocía Pero ahora si Es tu vida importante te lo quiero discernir. Se que no soy nadie, O de mi no confíes al oír. Mas me conmueve, A ti no deseo fingir. Te lo digo aquí. Que tu brillo me ilumina, No lo aspiró evadir. Te lo digo aquí.
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
And the day sends bursts of gold and brilliance to the coming night. Beautifully engraving divine colors through the horizon. The rambling of magics, mysteries, and charm has commenced. The whispering of the leaves, the spirit of spring. The lighting beacon of my love and resilience. Nurturing my dreams, unfurling my new-found wings. An amorous night to soar, an idyllic moment to fly, While I await for the moon to join the sun in the same pastel sky.
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..