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)
I don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate me.
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.
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.
Catch you on the Blindside where your best Tricks await me to take the wind Right out of my sails and Bait me to anger
You must not consider or Really even think about or care About my feelings but You say you do and Insist it is so And so this Makes Sense in Your world
That place where I’m searching For your attention and reeling from Condescension and the Rejection created by You and your priorities Or is it the delivery of your goodbyes I don’t know Anymore
I swear to God (Please help me) I was about to write a Happy poem about Signs and Wonders Summer’s Cauldron and Other delights — even This morning with the waning gibbous Moon, as She likes to keep company With the rising Sun — these few days a month their romance blooms
Like ours — there are moments Even a ******* foundation, baby You said so yourself and I Don’t understand, never Did get your way of Negotiating Connections And I’m Heartbroken Today like a teen- Aged girl who doesn’t yet Know that this is the constant State of Love, no fleeting passage of Pain and whimsy tantrums like the Ones well-fed toddlers have — Those meltdowns the ******* likes of Which you’ve Never Even ******* Seen
Don’t worry, though, apart from A few brutal texts to you to threaten You with my venom and lies You won’t hear from Me I can’t dwell Here in this Bubble of Nonsense And Hurt I’ll go to No place And be Nobody Again Yes, ******* again For the Livelong Day
Everyone marches in a single file down the street.
Then those people chant La Revolution! through the street.
So revolution comes for them, and blood runs through the streets.
Then they scream for peace, the ivory tower of deceit looking down upon the street.
And then they scream for truth, and the truth beats them to their knees.
Then they scream for death. the realization they wasted what they had.
They wasted the chance to be free.
I watch in awe of the Sydney protests, that nobody took their freedom seriously until it was taken away. Now their past lives are rendered inconceivable and their future uncertain. They fight because they've had nothing to fight for. They punch aimlessly because they've never felt threatened.
The beautiful demise of the greatest time in time human history...
Has come to pass.
We were given it all, we wasted it all. And a new era will separate the living from the living dead.
Your eyes told a story I never wanted to know A love so deep, left with nothing but sorrow A pain Ive never quit felt I always wondered, the way you could make my heart melt You opened wounds I forgot I had Good, but mostly bad You tore down walls within weeks Found all my hidden flaws and tweaks You said you’d love me forever That we would grow together Oh how i believed you Now you’ve left me wishing everything you had said was true.
Her embrace was a clinch to prevent hard blows. She pulled me close to push me away. Seeing my nakedness she leant me a dream of chainmail and shield. Taking love from me she gave a reprieve to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
Ignoring my words she heard my faint silent heartbeat and understood that it was music too quiet for the world to hear and turned it up louder than I could stand. I wept in my deafness as she danced.
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.
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
The world just paused, Everything went quite. Nothing looked the same as the moment before. All of a sudden I hear the words that bring me back for a second. I want to break up with you. The pieces are falling once again, Will the world ever stay moving or will I be stuck in this time loop for ever.