The tragedy is there's a prison in my mind all the thoughts that lurk there are ones I wish were never mine they etch into my heart the scars I wear so bright
They whisper wicked stories of things that never happened or maybe things that did things that shouldn't create ripples in the current in my life but here I lay in bed stuck awake at night eyes cutting blankly through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
Night oh way… All the night so to say! And in the night, heaven’s to be day? Way! All the day to be heaven’s I do say!
Into the night does he ride? Into the ride might my flight. Out into the open of hell! This tyranny is but past the gates of hell, Down into the depths all while we are told to be in heaven. For how far to ride into this eternal night? The nights in hell be twice long into blood. Blood be it when spoken thy name. Thy name be all but said into the gates, Gates to be guarding heaven. So is he to ride?
I don't feel special, I'm not unique. I want to cry but I can't even speak. My hands reach out, but they cannot hold a single thing but the bitter cold. Everything's frozen, I feel lost. Even my tears have turned to frost. When I cut my waist it bleeds black. I'm so deeply gone there's no way back. This is goodbye
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)
Blanket and black coffee Measly morning chills, a longing for winter enstilled, until I met winter in person and man is she all the thrills. Time stops when she walks as if it were a frozen lake, she smiles like a snowflake and chuckles like the sun on a winter day, I've met winter in person not having one bad day anymore.
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 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.
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’m afraid of the dark I hold my breathe when I’m alone at night I feel its hand on my shoulder Chilling as it grips tighter With its knife to my throat, it tells me to run Run around corners and past open doorways Anywhere where it’s lurking about Uncertainty is flourishing
I see shadows painted in paranoia Stalk me while I walk to my car Like bad memories and college debt All through my life
Nothing else has this grip on my life No addiction, no disease, Only the darkness and its vice Have such a control over me