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)
Bomb blasts filled the air Concrete flew about Rubble crowding the horizon Corpses lying about The air seemed still No living being made a sound Yet birds screeched in agony As a murmur arose from the ground "...the sky is on fire."
Based on a poetry prompt found on Pinterest, to write a poem using the phrase: "the sky is on fire".
There’s a mutual obsession . . Alone by myself...I think about you. . . How is that I want you in my life? . . But feel betrayed just by your breathing? . . Do I not feel great enough for you? . . Do I feel you want others? . . You say NO and I watch you dance with the opportunity . . That’s where I fade.... . . Fade into a stranger..... . . . The cyle of us all.....
In you, I've found an appreciation for the ones I've hurt I've found a new reason to scorn the stars For all their bright, unwavering light For all their fragile grace they scatter upon us I've found no way to leave my winter bones behind To make peace with the new, and growing I've found no reason to move on And too many to stop
I love a love story Warms a heart I’d meant to keep cold I want a love story One where all it takes is a rose to start a fever In a place where I’m delicate and soft And to keep me A battle must be won.
running led open cracks time says badly left tracks crime pays
running too many love songs to listen to most of them is a car secret to keeping me young yet when, two mainly move on, when Time for them was set the days can outrun and they move on and on and sometimes recycle the pain
running can either break the cycle or make Time a revival a Timeline is all it is, why not make it as if it's your last Lifeline? (say goodbye to nights a-'mourning and yes to good mornings, each and every single grateful sign you sense) like counting your blessings and other droplets that go to use, and others waste there are good old/young days, glory days, your prime days and with fears of years go to change to get to your golden age we change, we harden, we thirst for new things, when all it takes was a bit of push and mighty jump into waters that felt unending but not too deep to sink with this I can mention - to make it alive or survive for days leading to Judgement you can continue to sign your life away or write the life the way others wish to read it either way a picture or your face can say it anyway stare death in the face and
their utility is inutile, their usefulness is, will. always be, in the
reinterpretation, a million and still counting, as long as you must guess at its labyrinth inner wired construct, be pleasured by the roiled and rolled curves upon your tongue, two lives (yours, mine), a paired wine tasting, we together, believing in the greatness of joyous frustration
some say, as I do, the world is better for the utility of thine own struggled understanding, the truest combination of two way communication, surpassed only by our at last armed embrace, when at last we understand our mutuality of need and salve...
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.
She has the spirit of a wolf that belongs to every man Built a pack and conquered all crowns Hides silently in every closet, worn as dress exquisitely covered with thorns She gathers all with just a whisper, and rules over with a simple tug of the string
Edge of depravity Habits Are forming I’m working In circles My night Is the morning And more Appeals only To substance abuse My ambition Is solely Not yet to the noose For tomorrow Might see her Appear on my screen In some semblance Of my Serendipity dream
I don’t know how to love you. He broke me down like the longest math equation. But, in the process of solving he found no solution. Only lost numbers memories stuck on the chalkboard.
You say you’re too broken too. But now you’re here. Confused and softened possibly afraid. Definitely afraid.
And in this moment my mind flushed with all of the feelings I kept in my little locked box. The cherishment I have for you and the care and want that come along with you. I wanted you. I want you. But my brain tells me I don’t.
So my words are broken but my mind is made up.
I want to be with you but you don’t want to be with a f—- up.
I liked this boy for a long time. We dated for a bit but he didint like me so we ended things, we are still vERY close friends. I still like him to this day and I have since our relationship. He’s been really intimate lately and I set some boundaries because “he doesn’t like me.” I also don’t know how to have any sort of contact with anyone because my ex boyfriend was so possessive of me so now any physical contact makes me think that people are being romantic—which is obviously not the case. The guy I like is really touchy that’s why I put those boundaries. And today, he texted me and told me he now wants to go out, he didint ant to the first time because he had just gotten out of a breakup. But the way he said it was very vague. So, I didint want to asume anything, so I said “okay?” And he got very upset. Now I’m hoping things work out because I’m lonely and really like him. Let’s jsut hope my awkwardness doesn’t **** me.
I hate that my only experience of love, Before now, Was a demonstration of narcissisms bargaining chip. The soul source of a narcissists food to feed the ego. Because for a long time, I was in deep belief that love was fleeting. Here one second, Non existent the next. Torturous… And devoid of any warmth falsely portrayed in movies, books and the lives of my friends.
I hate that I was conditioned to believe love was regimented. Structured and strictly used to service you.
Affection was a mirage Shown only when I must’ve needed a reminder to cling to false hope that this was real.
And while some romance films Toy with the idea of some small sacrifices being involved None ever quite explained that you had to forfeit your dreams for a narcissists ego. Luckily, this was something you explained to me. I should’ve graduated 3 years ago…
Despite your hard hard work to convince me love wasn’t real, That I was nothing of worth. I am being loved, shown I too can be supported, encouraged. And I am stronger And worthier And happier Than I think you are ever capable of feeling.
The hole you’ve dug is a deep one, Get comfy before they fill it in.
I'm constantly reminded of the goodness in the Lord He is oh so awesome even when we're hurt and sore Just when I've been discouraged and in my heart I'm feelin blue He has a way to pick me up this God of me and you So if you get discouraged and you loose your sight of him My friend never give up hope just let our savior in If you need financial gain or whatever it may be He's standing right beside you now this God of you and me
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.