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.
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 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)
The world’s a wolf with glinting teeth It bit me Your wide eyes don’t see it Growling and shifting in the shadows (which brings some small solace) But to not be devoured you must grow wolf teeth my sweet little ones And that makes me so very sad
I want to go to my grave unafraid, at peace with choices I've made I want to go to my deathbed not regretting every word I said that day, with clouds in my eyes and raindrops on your face If it comes down to forgive or never live, I'm unafraid Because I can do both today I will do both today
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.
My bae came through.. Took me down turned me side ways. Taking care of my sweetest needs for enriched harmony. Feeding my rhythms lustfully. My bae took care of me. Calming down my liquids flowery. In love with his delivery. His controlled abilities. Happens beautifully. And well I'm feeling satisfactory. And well he's enough to handle me..
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