Always like the light Of a star, flickering, You are becoming While you are, Surrounded By night so silent You cannot even Hear a wing beat. Or the throbbing Of your own heart. Around you the smell, Rotting and sweet, Like autumn leaves Of memories.
Sitting in a room full of things But the things are just things and they don’t mean a thing Because a person is not things They are a person And a person is just a compilation of memories and feelings And if a person is no longer making memories or feeling things Then they are just the reflection of a person And reflections are just what you see in a mirror And a mirror is just a thing And things don’t mean a thing I am a thing in a room full of things
I’d rather sleep when it’s sunny And wake when it rains I’d rather trade all my new clothes For the ones already stained I’d rather watch people from a distance Than get in their way And I’d rather be the one leaving So all others could stay
Take air from my lungs And give flight to the birds Take sight from my eyes And leave me with words Take dreams from my heart Contentment to bleed But leave all of your nightmares They are safer with me
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)
Dealing with too many things Overwhelms and confuses me All the work and even social media tossed aside Wondering when will I ever be let free
All the humiliating words become a burden To only worsen my mental mind Suffocating through stress and anxiety With only the feeling of escaping society
Challenging against ADHD, Anxiety and Depression. Is already a big fight, asking for help just seems like I'm a burden or just weak. All I could afford to do is smile and not worry anyone If only life was easy to be undone
Delete later, to be honest I don't even know what this is. ._.
The smell of new rain permeates the air the first heavy drops raise little puffs of dust in the dirt. Covered porches protect her from the storm outside and the dread inside where benign neglect reigned ennui and death strained children’s hearts threatened to pull apart the joy sleeping in their wondrous souls that lived beyond the confines of the dark brooding grip of family inside the ancestral home.
Inspired by my cousin’s memoir. With gratitude to her for this courageous masterpiece. I hope this will be the first of many poems sprung from this work which has shed revelatory light on my personality and familial past. I will refer to these poems as “Teche Series”
I don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate 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.
That dream so real don't want it to end Able to enjoy work being a regular Being in charge takes its toll over time Wanting to be normal not complicated Be able to be free not on a schedule He was in the shower thinking about life The water rising his burdens away An argument played out in his head He knew it wouldn't play out accordingly This moment would arrive unaware A fuse would burn out not able to speak Made him uncomfortable imploding within Unable to comprehend words Didn't like confrontation from control freaks All he wanted was to be upbeat and chill Made out to be the bad guy and monster
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.
The moonlight falls onto my skin, Silver and rippling And I feel a semblance of peace. I close my eyes To let it all in And let it all go. My eyes glisten With the reflection Or tears perhaps. I find I don’t care which. Because peace is precious, Peace and a certain kind of silence. Not the lonely kind, The suffocating kind. Just the silence of calm. I allow myself hope for a moment That everything could be ok, That I might be ok.
I think I found my soulmate A long time ago But I hurt her And now we’re lost Still connected by an invisible thread Tangled and taunt We walk away from Each other But really I still feel her And I know She feels me too
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
Her embrace was a clinch to prevent hard blows. She pulled me close to push me away. Seeing my nakedness she leant me a dream of chainmail and shield. Taking love from me she gave a reprieve to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
Ignoring my words she heard my faint silent heartbeat and understood that it was music too quiet for the world to hear and turned it up louder than I could stand. I wept in my deafness as she danced.
my mind and heart are constantly at war ; to prove to each other their power. When I let my heart decide my mind refuse to take my side but ; whenever I let my mind to score a win my heart goes in a terrible spin.
They both make me confuse with their advice It make me over think everything twice
You have to learn to let you mind and heart win; and this is a wonderful art . Sometimes They both give you strife ; but this is all experiencing life.
Is this happen with everyone or I'm the only one to face the internal war? .haha , but I'm learning to let them be friends .Hope you all doing good , take care of your health and family .
papa... I cry I am only good for the evening I am not a prayer I am a ****** I am not the banyan tree you planted - I am an eternal yawn yawning before you papa come back to me to tell me I am god my notebooks are covered in decal stickers, hearts hearts and teary eyed girls hearts you sunk a pike through Papa! Papa, come back to me will you will you
I was 13 I was
and ugly she was ugly I is ugly? she is stupid she is ugly my teeth are straight now and I am pretty again I am pretty
was 13 was 13
why are you crying? you wake in the night crying I am here I am here don’t cry don’t cry papa don’t cry papa don’t cry i love you
the last summer I wanted to **** myself so bad I tried it first with just some pills than I thought i’d rent out a carbon monoxide tank it costs 100$ and i think it’s funny that it costs that much to
what papa I would never leave you you left me first though
somedays I am sleeping on land and what is between my legs does not define me time has never heard of me I am beyond time I am fire and earth god crafted me on the pottery wheel and he cursed me with a heart and he told he whispered feel, feel, feel
v. I am a tree in my past life
I am weak again and I cry it is the low wailing of my soul my loving roots set fire by fiends they’ve wandered my fields and eaten my fruits and killed me again for wood
but I do not mind them it’s god shining in their faces too i think
he asks me laughing can you love me now? when I am the one ripping and tearing away at your soul when I am setting aflame your peach trees and raspberry meadows?
and through my acetic tears I sob yes, yes
yes I can
I love you
I sob - I - I
my bedroom of grief my kitchen of happiness you barged in and tore down the wallpaper
I am not speaking my silence i am living it far off land my roses are centuries old they have ripped from the stems they will grow grow grow