i am sane my name is cade, i have taken my medication, and i am sound of mind
i still feel on top of the world things didn't fall through we are young and wild free too i am sound of heart and soul and he is comfort trouble i was told that i crave chaos don't get me wrong i do but i'm not chasing it just changing and embracing it i'm so much better than this and i don't regret **** i'm happy and i like him
i hate it when people are right and like i really didnt mean for it to hapoen it just did
i spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease i broke myself down and tucked my feelings away to become the person they wanted me to be i let myself be watched through the glass of a two sided mirror of a sociopath i wallowed my spirit away and begged for acceptance but there’s nothing in the world that i could do to let the narcissist know that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
Rain saturates The skin of the rainforest Legs vibrate, Bones click like locus hums banana leaves block The sunset But rays of afternoon Cut through volcanic Sand, it’s glint Sticks to the underbelly of the day, in clear water The membrane of the mind is still
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)
A wordsmith sits patently Sharpening and refining his tools. He listens and he waits For the deadly moment, Knowing exactly when to strike. He unsheathes his sword, Pointing expertly towards his prey. Words of shining steel Slice through the air Landing with intent, Cutting with precision, Twisting with malice, Into this bleeding heart Of mine.
It was 1982 my father wound up dead. I dont know the demon who put a price upon his head. It was my mother who found him, his face she said looked serene. My father was a proud man, he was a bad *** marine. Some days I wonder who did this, he died before his time. The facts were also so unclear, the words just didn't rhyme. If I could give him his justice then I would make it known that I would induce an eye for an eye with my heart as hard as stone. There is a punishment coming that Iv'e heard people tell. The wicked man that killed my father will suffer down in hell. Between heaven and hell theres a casym, I will go there every day, to watch the man who killed my father with the God who made him pay.
clouds have been shaded, split and shaken. for my skin sizzling and my words unpoken. faded wanna clasp my mouth shut. can't walk, can't burden. wanting to be a child of tommorow and count my days until 27. lover's worried and I can't figure out who to hate. the conviction to be fitted for disaster, it's already too late. lover's screaming in my dreams, sounds like matching fate. sky whispers,the scale tingles, I'm 57 kilograms of feeble. a leech so loyal,impatient parasite...a crawler. enamored enough to follow.
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.
I thought if I could swallow the stars I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky I tried one night with fireflies They burned my throat Their legs striking at soft flesh But my skin did not glow No moon crawled from my eye sockets I was left with corpses in my stomach I soon learned I would only ever be A cemetery
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.
together the first flower bloomed with her sisters we watched it waver as storms weeped and weathered we planted more seeds of glowing hope wishing, one day we could see it flourish into a beautiful garden we could explore forever
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