my brain is rotting, into a maggot covered mess. my limbs are dying, crumbling onto the bathroom floor. my veins are clotting, running brown and thick. my head is spinning, filled with nothing but you. im sick of this brainrot
sitting above it all i know every truth slide your hand in mine and glance with round eyes like amber moons lips like red ripped petals i know what you want and i can't because i won't love you this sad heart beats for one person alone loving quietly, she is 1300 miles away
i can't love you in the way you want and it stings
there’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all and then there’s that kind of sadness that takes over and it consumes any activity we do we know it’s there and there’s no possible way to avoid it so we feed it exactly what it wants it craves the sad music it craves the isolation it craves the anxiousness and the sadness comes storming in it has no manners here we are calling sadness, an “it” when all it is is a feeling that most people call home
Let us be grateful Everyday. For everything that comes our way. For every little blessing and all kind of times. Let’s take life as given and try to stay kind. Through rough times we grow Through rough times we learn We will fall and learn to stand tall. Always say thank You That’s all!!
It’s important to be grateful. With gratitude comes happiness and peace of mind
I have no words to express for what i feel When i see you standing with her When i see you seeing her with so much love When i see you hugging her with so much affection When i see you flirting with her That's not because I'm jealous It's because she's just another fool trusting you !!
Exiled to dusk, Fractions of the sun Begin to lift away, In concealment We shudder, Casting our reels Into a pond of uncertainty, Clock hands bend With advancing shadow, And speak of time Only in past tense, I so want everything I ever felt for you Preserved for posterity, Even should forever Be far less than We imagined.
What is a human? Study your life. What is a soul? Breathe, my dear. What is imagination? Seek and ye shall find. What is power? Not money. What is love? F* only knows. What is joy? Fickle, always fickle. Where are the humans? Everywhere…just look. Where is the soul? It is dreaming. Where is the imagination? It’s with your soul. (I think they are friends). Where is power? It is not in a white hall or house. Where is joy? Seek and ye will not find, it will find you. Where is love? Here…..
Very much inspired by Edwin Morgan's A Little Catechism from the demon.
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 . P.s Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.
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
It was a sunny day, your smile on my mind I was on my way Ring in my hand today is the day Always felt this way, from the moment our lips touched It was meant to be From the moment our souls touched I was meant to stay Both envision it see, the moment our love touched we were meant to break free Together forever on a oceanic breeze, exploring the wonder our love evergreen A heavenly scene, I see paradise in your eyes, our river of passion runs infinite deep. Skin real silken soft like satin when we embrace and feel Every instant our tongues collide it's living a dream Heaven I'm seeing, perfection I'm living, infinite giving as to nirvana I'm driven Your voice equivalent to angels singing, If loving you make me a sinner, every second I'll be sinning Our red line of fate not cotton a ribbon Cinders in our hearts fire it's omitting Sizzling and spitting imprinting our love on one another as we kissing This the day I willingly give in to thanks, you my thanks-giving My only wish granted, Gods present
In this body, my soul screams A cry so deeply embedded in my chest my veins run dry Do the words exists? To describe a soul so taunted A sick, dry, maddening feeling A life to live, yet here I am A screaming soul Torn