She stuck a to sticker his arm But did not like the placement so she switched it to his heart He left it there for a while Growing warn and a little faded Till one day he decided to take it off He declared it been on to long And when gone It left a little residue
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)
I'm not your canvas; you can't paint over me. My mistakes, my life, it's whom I want to be. So go _________ take your _________ paintbrush and your paint, too, because I love my every stain, and I'll keep every color; red, green, or blue.
By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.
I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
God sinned when he gave me nerve endings at 9 years old I've got a mind full of mold and lips that when kissed turn into solid gold Don't listen to what I say: I'm okay I am alright I'm fine Instead act on my ever-extending un-exiting untold Do not pretend to know me Just know You're mine
In you, I've found an appreciation for the ones I've hurt I've found a new reason to scorn the stars For all their bright, unwavering light For all their fragile grace they scatter upon us I've found no way to leave my winter bones behind To make peace with the new, and growing I've found no reason to move on And too many to stop
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.
their utility is inutile, their usefulness is, will. always be, in the
reinterpretation, a million and still counting, as long as you must guess at its labyrinth inner wired construct, be pleasured by the roiled and rolled curves upon your tongue, two lives (yours, mine), a paired wine tasting, we together, believing in the greatness of joyous frustration
some say, as I do, the world is better for the utility of thine own struggled understanding, the truest combination of two way communication, surpassed only by our at last armed embrace, when at last we understand our mutuality of need and salve...
I am lowly in stature, my message is this, I try to be humble and greet all friends with a kiss. I found out early that God knows me whole. He is my blanket when I'm tired and cold. God is my teacher I learn every day. My language is simple I watch what I say. He is my defender when I am attacked. He is my provider for the things that I lack. He gives me wisdom when I need a guide. He keeps me humble when I'm full of my pride. He takes my defects of character and lifts them from me. He sends me through the fire and my spirit is free. I stand in awe of my master, my teacher my friend. He is my strength when mine comes to an end. These are the things that God is to me, he is eternal and always will be.
I don’t know how to love you. He broke me down like the longest math equation. But, in the process of solving he found no solution. Only lost numbers memories stuck on the chalkboard.
You say you’re too broken too. But now you’re here. Confused and softened possibly afraid. Definitely afraid.
And in this moment my mind flushed with all of the feelings I kept in my little locked box. The cherishment I have for you and the care and want that come along with you. I wanted you. I want you. But my brain tells me I don’t.
So my words are broken but my mind is made up.
I want to be with you but you don’t want to be with a f—- up.
I liked this boy for a long time. We dated for a bit but he didint like me so we ended things, we are still vERY close friends. I still like him to this day and I have since our relationship. He’s been really intimate lately and I set some boundaries because “he doesn’t like me.” I also don’t know how to have any sort of contact with anyone because my ex boyfriend was so possessive of me so now any physical contact makes me think that people are being romantic—which is obviously not the case. The guy I like is really touchy that’s why I put those boundaries. And today, he texted me and told me he now wants to go out, he didint ant to the first time because he had just gotten out of a breakup. But the way he said it was very vague. So, I didint want to asume anything, so I said “okay?” And he got very upset. Now I’m hoping things work out because I’m lonely and really like him. Let’s jsut hope my awkwardness doesn’t **** 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.
When I go there The trail through time Meets me, in form as Silt on the road My waist in her water A confluence of highways Without a destination I empty into the delta Surrendered and undressed Like the Mojave desert in June
I'm a white rose, with a black shadow. I'm the moon, with a black mark. I'm the poetry, with all painful words. I'm the sky full of scars, My heart is filled with love, While my mind is haunting me, My soul is Galaxy which feels empty in space.
This poem has published in a book, "Bloom" On Nov.5th,2018 ❤️
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
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..