I turn my own name into a stranger Leave all the letters wandering Doorstep to doorstep —because I can't see my own face anymore- Can't remember the last time i looked at my hands With certainty that they belong to me. And everything that tries to remember me I am trying to let go. Every reflection that resurfaces comes out warped. I've been living in such strangeness, In vicinity of such thick fog —how can you say you see me at all?
She keeps songs locked away in boxes like secrets. She will take them out like postcards to help her remember the feeling of a different time, a different person by her side. She likes the one that makes her eyes close to see the lights. She smiles at the one that makes her stand up on tiptoes, the one that helps her forget she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
The tune will carry her.
Like it did the times when voices broke like a heart. When instruments’ strings would snap and hurt.
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)
My dreams every night are always the same, of me taking my back pack and running away. But it's not the running away that's weird. It's that I'm always running from my fears, from the same place, from the same person. I'm running away from you whether its in the dead of night or the middle of the day, because I'll do anything to keep the demons at bay. But just for once I wish I could be brave, because running from your problems makes you afraid, at least that's what society says. Sometimes I just wish I could control my dreams, so that whenever I feel like running away I could turn around and finally meet you face to face.
Idk I've always had dreams like this since I was around six. It's always from my house and my parents.
i spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease i broke myself down and tucked my feelings away to become the person they wanted me to be i let myself be watched through the glass of a two sided mirror of a sociopath i wallowed my spirit away and begged for acceptance but there’s nothing in the world that i could do to let the narcissist know that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
On a day that was shaped a little different, I was talking to two specs of star-stuff. Grief was staring at me from her chair in the corner. I asked them, What comes next? The small one, she smiled quite sadly and said: The most important part, but you’ll have to wait and see. Mum’s waiting, you’d better go.
From my upcoming collection, 'Haven't the Foggiest'.
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.
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.
Some days are good Some days are bad Some days you just have to hang your head Some days you laugh Some days you cry Some days you just want to be alone Some days hard Some days are rough But always remember YOU ARE ENOUGH!
I thought if I could swallow the stars I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky I tried one night with fireflies They burned my throat Their legs striking at soft flesh But my skin did not glow No moon crawled from my eye sockets I was left with corpses in my stomach I soon learned I would only ever be A cemetery
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