I had a dream the other night, a rare one where I didn’t see you Yet I woke up and could still sense The lingering comfort of your presence I think My dreams are made of you too.
Patience, darling, don't always look at tomorrow with yesterday's lenses- cleanse your view and leave the window open so that your head can feel the breeze...
I’ve loved you in ways that I have never been loved I loved you for reasons that you will never know I’ve loved you for longer than you’ve known and for far longer than you’ve deserved It’s my fault for loving you too much I knew you weren’t capable of accepting what I had to give But you didn’t have to make me feel stupid I can’t count the times you’ve brought tears to my eyes or have made me cry You’ve hurt my feelings so many times and I just want to know why If I could go back in time I’d try to be perfect for you just so you didnt make me feel so stupid I gave you so many chances to change and you just made me look stupid And now I have tears in my eyes and you’ve made me cry I dont know why you had to make me look stupid
The Vast Expanse Of the whole Universe is His The best things from there Come down straight to minuscule we Lord searches and finds. I Thank You Oh my Good God
In the boudoir of satan's play pen Chain-smoking her pretty lies You learn the art In your veins In your heart You can not refrain, dancing with sins Touching her slowly Oh the pain, you can not contain Out of reach, you weep This is your defeat
Pure awareness of instantaneous reactional responses are never grasped, yet for those versed in the discipline of patience, strive to feel impressions take place or leave traces as the motions seem weightless.
pity drips like warm syrup reluctant— almost, sweet to sender, onto unwelcoming pancakes flat, absorbing all they can always leaving extra around (they can’t possibly hold all there is to offer.)
An unsettling ending. At least to me. But I think I like it that way. There’s nothing else to say. And pity is unsettling in the same way.
i try to make it look like i'm okay but i'm lying and no one sees through the smile and sees that i'm crying i keep pretending that things are fine i can't keep walking this line
You're not mine to keep But that won't stop me from loving you So I'll keep on loving you From a distance Watching you From afar Praying And hoping For the best that you'll do In life And your future I love you Always
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! Explanation 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 I love you all!!
today, I wore it again and people complimented me they say red is my color and it suits me.
today, it's too thick and dark did I overapply no, it's the right amount just enough to make them think I'm fine.
today, I look at myself in the mirror, and they're right red shines on me, so I applied another layer, and another until my lips felt too thick, but my eyes still see the scars beneath it.
If you could read my mind, You’d see a thousand papers Filled with broken poetries And deadbeat proses Full of woeful verses With mournful pieces Of unfinished stories That are yet to be written And failed to be spoken; If you could read my mind, You’d hear horrible screams And earsplitting weeps From shattered dreams, Kept in a nasty notepad, Scribbled on a bed Of bloodstained words, Ringing in my head. If you could read my mind, You’d see the shadows That lurk within me; You’d hear the bellows, Screeching the words “I’m tired,” “I’m a failure,” “I’m stupid –” I know it sounds stupid, It’s pathetically foolish And seems too *******. If you could read my mind, You’d feel the tears I had ever failed to cry; You’d see the people That make the weak weaker; You’d see the monsters That consume my head; You’d hear the hollers That failed to be freed; You’d see the heart That still bleeds and bleeds. If you could read my mind, You’d see the face I’ve failed to show back then, The face I’ve faked back then. If you could read my mind, You’d see a character I had ever failed to become If you could read my mind, You’d be able to read A book you never wished To touch and read, But sometimes I still wish Someone could read my mind.
Honey, Sugar, Juice, Cream, Liquor, Candy, The biggest compliment a woman can pay a man, is to release this sweet nectar before, during, and after the art that is love making.. You're welcome guys....
e t m i o m s e s all you have to l is to what the sound i n s e t
v a e of the w s tells you to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"
When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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.