I cannot change it I cannot change the past Reliving memories keeps me up at night It's hard enough as it is Rewriting them only adds to the pain So many things I said and did And so many I didn't say or do But why Why after all this time Can I not stick it in my head That I cannot change the past And why Why can't I believe myself When I say that I can only change the future
Look at stars, They are so far I catch a shooting star to burn fire in my heart.
I know what I want In me, someone tryna be number 1 # be the only one great as the sun. I know it's so hard a pillar wish to fly, the winds wants to find where it belongs. Nothing will be wrong to follow what we love And I'll be strong to reach the light.
I haven't written a poem for long time in life there're a lot of things to carry and I was kinda confused.
Unto you the whole earth be given. By Devine breath, that which is dust Be brought into the realm of the living. Through love created, by wisdom designed Intentionally in the Lord’s own image. What is it to you that seems pleasing to Eat? What limits you now will no longer If you would reach out your hand to the fruit and feast on that which is withheld. What matter of conscience deters you? What causes you to hesitate?
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 like you No like I really like you like you I mean you’re the one I like The one that I really want But I guess that’s simply not enough I like you but not enough You like me but won’t admit it So it’s just not enough the like alone is not enough
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.
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.
You didn't ask for this relationship I did You didn't want a romance I did You wanted it to be casual I couldn't I would say you want to be friends but I don't know if you do
My first mistake I went into our friendship with romance in my eyes
My second mistake I didn't let my feelings die that night
I dreamt of you the day I wanted to sever that connection My head hurts There's a pressure in my mind Is this what our friendship is supposed to feel like?
I can't ask anything from anyone, in the end it's their life but still Do you value our friendship? Or is it an obligation Do you care about me? Or am I just another person in this world Do you enjoy my company? Or am I just another part of your anxiety
If you do value me, then we can rebuild But if you don't, then I don't know
Mum says “light a candle, burn some incense” but mum my inner sense is the only thing stopping me from burning myself to the ground because I can’t stand the light anymore.
Nan says “your'e too bright to be depressed” but the bright sparks that flicker of a memory that is dark, and the flame only reminds me that everybody I love is someday gonna die. But mum..... nan...... i’m not afraid of the dark, that’s the problem.
It’s hard to have fun when i don't feel like having fun. Don’t get me wrong it’s not that i don’t want to go to the party, I WANT to go to the party, but i’m stuck in an abusive relationship with depression and anxiety and they talk me out of going. Cancel plans last minute, making up a physical illness, because "sorry I'm too depressed to see u" sounds utterly ridiculous.
What comes of addiction a predilection A two times round the same intersection looking for an accident a reason to get bent out of shape out of mind out of the mendacious ... ...daily grind that keeps telling all of us you must work hard Smile all the while that your life is shrinking your passbook is sinking deeper and deeper underwater Take 2 weeks off the change will do you good but you know that behind the smile there is guile theres no chance to remain complete in the face of defeat when you and yours are addicted afflicted with .... a silly need to eat !