I could water the forest with my eyes I could drown the ocean with my tears I could move the mountain with my heart I could summon the wolves with my weep I could cause a tornado with my breathing I could die from sadness
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)
Reducing the time Spent expecting To earn Not my usual Practical Way to unlearn Inauspicious Habitual Preferences Render me Merely a cyborg With some Human tendencies More like dependencies On the pretending I know what I’m doing Convictions defending What’s left to believe To stay woken up for To look forward To future good things Still in store
Its easy to be drawn to shimmering stars. They light up the night like paint, spilled across the sky. Like glitter, carelessly tossed onto a pitch black canvas. Somewhat spilling across the floor of our home. Like the hands that tossed it, small and gentle. The eyes they are attached to, amazed at the shimmering landscape they just created in the world they barely know. Eyes that sparkle like a newly born star with youthful wonder. I cant look away. After all, Its easy to be drawn to shimmering stars.
I’m buried in a cocoon of stories From poetry, To biographies, To dystopia, And romance So many stories Of so many people Real, Or just figments of the author’s Imagination Sitting atop wooden bookshelves Waiting for the right person, To pick them up And get lost in their story For everyone has a story to tell, Some are overly exaggerated, And other’s are rarely heard The important thing is That we share our stories Through word of mouth, The internet, Or in a notebook To be found by future historians Tell your story Believe me, you won’t regret it
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.
May the Lord Jesus Christ watch Over us and bless us and We carry your hope of life within us And your in our heart's every day Where living peacefully and joyfully sin free every day And you shelter us in your peace And everlasting love every day Amen.