we both admit to still having our pictures on our phones the one where you shredded yourself into pieces, and tossed them into the air, telling me to catch you but I lay on the ground-- waiting for you to reach me
I kissed a girl with a broken smile; nothing could come near. She carved it with a pocket knife; slit from ear to ear. And she wears it like her favourite scarf; it keeps her from the cold. So I told her its only woven by her enemies of old.
I woke to find myself in a pitch black room, I can hear you faintly. In the distance your voice and another, I leave the room to search. The voices get louder, I can make out the other voice as I start to hear yelling. It's me..? We're arguing, but it isn't me.. it couldn't possibly be me because I'm here. Where am I? This place is so dark, the lights have all gone out, why won't they work? Where are you? I can still hear you, the arguing has become more intense, I'm yelling your name, searching each room, this place seems to grow more vast. Like an abyss I can't escape. My love, help me.. I'm trapped in my own mind. Don't listen to this imposter! Don't leave me alone. Break these doors down, I'm sorry.. I need you.
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 . P.s Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.
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 know you. Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because I know you. That’s what this is. I know you, And I want you, And I care about you Anyway. Don’t want no one else. You might not know me, The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you, In the darkness, In the night, But I know you. And I want you anyway.
Beeing separeted from the elements Beeing separeted from the nature Away from the storms, the rain and the sea Was the principle of my decadence Now after so many defeats I will return naked and poor To the very beginning Tomorrow I will shine together with the sun
Sunlight glistening waves crashing down , living waters , you shall thirst no more . Inner beauty without blemish unflawed. Love unrequited is thigh reward. A beating heart living long in your disdain , yours is a tumultuous companion ,seek thee a dry quiet plain and there find your peace , not undone but complete without end.
The moon wouldn’t be as noticeable if it wasn’t contrasted with a dark night. If it wasn’t for darkness, we wouldn’t see the light. If it wasn’t for pain, we would never see a cure. If there was no such thing as sadness, happiness would cease to exist. Where would love go If there was no hate?
Why is poetry dying when we still have the gift? If we still have water then we still have a ship. We can sail to the places these words take us. We are still shaken by the words that make us. Why should we let poetry die when there is so much to explore? If only people read it and discovered more.
In the cold, dark of January, I remembered you the most. As the chill snapped bones like branches, as the afternoons bathed themselves in gray, as the birds and the backs shook, so did my lips around your name. I'm so happy January is almost over now.