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
Life offers Beautiful Unexpected moments Raw and Untouched I found them In The face of a new friend Surprises and Smiles Vulnerability Silence and Laughter 2 am tears Hugs and Goodbyes
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
As a young man I frequently and unexpectedly rode off into the sunset. Now, a grizzled codger, I know my last ride will be more like a dizzying push into The Black Void. These days, I try leaving a lot fewer loose ends when I finally decide to saddle up.
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
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....
i am scared of my shadow, and scared of the dark, i am scared of the tears falling from my face, i am scared people not caring if i die, scared of the moon when it smiles, scared of my self every once in awhile, scared of what people think when my secret is told, i am scared of my secret of mine, i am scared of asking why, i am lost with every worry in the world, help i am scared.
I. She waits in the shade Of a best-loved oak, Where he once carved their names inside a heart: "This means forever."
II. The heart needs tending --she visits from year-to-year. Her security, a vow. His constraint, a contract. She made to open the door but he detained her, A perjury. Pruning stems, branching --cognitively speaking-- Dead or alive.
III. The landscape has changed: This place no longer holds water. Listen now for love's addendum, Measured in the signal-to-noise ratio. (You'll hear it all the time).
IV. Oh, painfully leafless gray meadow. Sufferance is a viable timekeeper, When it storms the weak run for shelter.
Blasted prescious seconds lost Like cannon fire in the wrong direction It's a shame to sink such prescious metals Into an ocean so deep and unforgiving as this
Not very significant though. If the memory faded this quickly.
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.
My heart aches for you but you are nowhere to be found So I will put pen to paper and write of my love if you return too late you can read my last words
my mind is empty of words I have nothing to write about I sit and I ponder on what I wish to express but whatever I do they always end up as works in progress
my mental health is a balance beam i keep forgetting i'm standing on. sometimes it feels like it's standing on me. i balance perfectly for a moment and suddenly i lose the discipline that got me there. i wish i could spend just a few moments enjoying the peace i fight for. uphill battles are always difficult; why does mine have to be invisible too?