Why is your head filled with doubt? It's like having ash in your mouth Stop comparing yourself to the society It don't help anyone, just causes anxiety No need to follow others, make your own way You only got yourself, at the end of the day Live a little, cross some lines It's alright if you fail sometimes. Don't worry if you're feeling strange Flush all the doubts down the drain Only you can do what you do You just keep being the true you.
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)
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.
describes fall from grace in Eden how children are pained, screaming she says I have "no connection with human beings" what a pile of steaming Helping these snakers steal me *******-hungry females free meals dead males she-***** "God has no power here"
It’s the real you It’s always there With you Before you were you It knows you better than yourself It sees the world for what it is It sees beyond It feels everything It’s connected to all there is It can guide you It knows your true destiny It talks to you all the time You only have to listen
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
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.
Have you ever watched someone look at themselves in the mirror? It's heartbreaking. They never see what you see. But that's why it's important for you to be there. To make them feel beautiful. Like someone cares.
If I gave you my soul, would you read each page? Scribble notes of interest and know me. Would you take the time, to help tape the seams? Would you mend, the fragility of my soul? It tears and rips, easily, emotionally.
What have we become, as the years have drawn on At the hands of ourselves and our fate Unmoving in the pillars we rested our lives upon What have we become
Convincing ourselves we were but a moment too late Biding time ‘till we could fly on the wings of a swan As our minds rotted at an ever-quickening rate
Dismissing our stumble as an unlikely phenomenon Our thundering heartbeats left to reverberate The mirage of our advance now shattered and gone What have we become
I tried to write something with a more defined structure, let me know if you have any suggestions. It's been a strange week with some mixed news, so I feel like I'm starting over again. I hope this poem got that message across, I hate it when structure comes at the expense of the meaning. Anyhow, hope everyone is doing well :)