She keeps songs locked away in boxes like secrets. She will take them out like postcards to help her remember the feeling of a different time, a different person by her side. She likes the one that makes her eyes close to see the lights. She smiles at the one that makes her stand up on tiptoes, the one that helps her forget she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
The tune will carry her.
Like it did the times when voices broke like a heart. When instruments’ strings would snap and hurt.
One can't deny the luminosity of his love He brings forth the light of day with his unforgettable smile Even the songbirds singeth their welcoming serenade And he dances upon water as morns' ethereal mist rises Let me not take thee for granted, please accept my humble salutation Your warming embrace is the hearts' silent invitation...
I long to gaze at your radiant face but surely I'd go blind You are the crowning glory sublimely heralding noontide of the day And the living breathing earth softly whispers--- "My love will orbit thee until your fusion of love consumes me" The opaline lantern of the night is beautifully aglow due to thy kiss It's true to say, the truth of thee is the innermost truth of me ~ Divine Through the fleeting seasons of my souls' sojourn, you will always shine...
Painting the sun using mere words can't touch upon your splendour Musing upon Gods' creation makes my heart soften & soul grow tender...
I would like to wish you a joyful Christmas & A new year filled with peace, health, Love and wishes fulfilled. kim x
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 spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease i broke myself down and tucked my feelings away to become the person they wanted me to be i let myself be watched through the glass of a two sided mirror of a sociopath i wallowed my spirit away and begged for acceptance but there’s nothing in the world that i could do to let the narcissist know that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
I made an album out of confusion I found a journey worth pursuing in the rubble of it all, I found myself underneath it all the stones and bricks, the hero within to save me from this apocalypse under the shimmering moon I grew this is a rebirth, once in a blue moon
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.
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 thought if I could swallow the stars I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky I tried one night with fireflies They burned my throat Their legs striking at soft flesh But my skin did not glow No moon crawled from my eye sockets I was left with corpses in my stomach I soon learned I would only ever be A cemetery
i wish i could promise that'll it'll be alright i swear all i need is some time everything will be just fine can't wait to take you out to dine dressed up in my suit and tie promise that'll you still be mine?
what is it to be free when you'd rather be chained? no cages to hold me captive. that cage was a sanctuary. it kept me safe,warm,and fed. out here is the real prison, and if you want my advice, keep fighting it. a world isn't free when we're all hiding our faults.
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