Life outlined by higher power Just few friends, without a lover Mind that doubts your every move Talent that's not self-doubt-proof Social anxiety that hinders your story A lust for approval and unattainable glory Afraid to talk, afraid to be seen A picture of future that's but a dream Nearing an asymptote of self-destruction Unable to perform basic human functions A coupe of rhymes, and just a "fine friend" a crater in heart that requires a mend What can you do? These are cards you were dealt But where is the fire that your mind will melt?
I could’ve kissed you once more To taste the juiciness of your lips Marvel at your sleek, muscled physique Bewitching chest and abs Warm, gratifying biceps and arms The fragrance of him so absorbing His appearance, so attractively solid, exotic, and sensual I could’ve held on to him infinitely Feeling the magicalness within his grand mansion
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)
u see the knife you watch the glow u see me smile but can't hear me cry u think i'm happy but inside i'm breaking u see the blood then u realize that i wasn't lying when i said i'm depressed! u wish u gave me the support i needed but now it's too late. I'm dying inside...
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
I have always had a fear of heights. I was reckless when i was young skirting the edge of my fear while laughing I never knew where it came from It's still here as an adult but I think I figured out why I always knew that falling was bad Off a stool down the stairs out of bed I always knew falling was bad. Today, I think I know why the small child that built me Hated heights I wanted to jump If it hurt enough everything would stop hurting that fear of falling is still bad But it's the fear of falling not because I want to plummet But because i want to stay grounded its still fear but because for the first time it's self preservation
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
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.
At sixteen, I knew the beauty of life, poor, hungry, but full of affection and tenderness, I never suffered nor cried; until I met you. you taught me love, pain, sadness, tears, when you left I learned of longing. . . take me back to sixteen, b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶. . .
I blazed I burned I poured my soul into this vocation My heart was on fire That’s what they told me “We’ve never seen work ethic like yours” But the thing about burning Is eventually, You get burned out
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
The terrain of your loneliness falls under my hands soft as cinders in a snuffed fire We have both burned, in our way and under my breath Embers ignite, the soft glow And incandescent heat of our palms, tenderly met Lanterns in a grey sea we light as beacons For our lost ships calling them To safe harbor.
they left the door ajar, lightless, and the heavy darkness swallowed us whole yet i could still see you with my hands cupped around your face the cold wooden floor chilled my spine but the fire in my chest burned me up you were all that is new, the autumn i never had a feeling like a fever dream that's at the same time the clearest there was impossible to name and even more to ignore