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)
You are my unsent message. The cursor blinking rhythmically, With my heartbeat, Waiting, For me to hit send. But I am not ready, And I’m not sure if I ever will be So I left it like that. Unsent. Unseen. Unread. “I miss you.”
You messaged me today I listened to what you had to say My heart didn't hurt You didn't try to flirt You apologized to me And said you'd like to see... You'd like to see me and catch up I said okay I could talk to you today Is this healing Because I have no feeling I have no feelings left for you
And some days I don’t even want to eat Evolutionary phenomena Distorting my own body Obsession with being empty And some times I wanna plug my nose And have the inside of head Cloud with deep breaths Scratch behind my eyelids Please My mind is destroying me I am desperate I am on a life boat In the middle of the sea There’s isn’t that much life left in me No one is coming to rescue me I am alone The same way I have always been Neglect hides In my teeth My parents didn’t take care of me My dad never said I love you Old cavities
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.
Roses are red Violets are blue Time goes by And I miss you
Just like me The flowers grew But soon they wilted Just like you
You were sweet This I knew Like an addiction I loved you
Now the roses are dead The violets are too The garden's all gone And so are you
Your flowers died I did too Because all along I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
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 know you won’t read this and I know you won’t care but I will tell you what it was like.
It was blurry. it was slow but time was running fast. It was dusty feet and dusty souls. It was feeling nothing and then all at once. It was hating you to drown the urge of hugging you. It was writing a poem and post it wishing you will relate to it.
But who cares, you don’t.
May 2017. I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to offend. I shouldn’t have made a comment or suggestion on your poem. I’ve had people critique my work and I’ve appreciated it. I was only offering the same support, what I would have valued from another poet, on my own poetry. I guess that’s hard to find here. I’m really sorry you took offence, won’t happen again. My apologies
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
test me my waters have remained constant rippling, reaching as far as the eye can see into the horizon; the water surrounds me my knowledge is useless when drowning in these waters; i can only flail desperately as my movements create ripples out into the open sea all these efforts all in vain all in my vein blood rushing out like the sea, light then heavy then strong like the sea, with a strong smell of salt this time, the waters are red and they reek of iron
test my waters they’ve been stained crimson with my lifeline
There used to be a warmth It lingered in the night It had a means to the end It meant the fire was still alight Then the sky turned dark And the stars seemed few So day became the wilderness As the light came through
You are a flower Far too beautiful for me to pluck I will come to your site everyday Just to adore your sight I'll leave you in your natural habitat I cherish you But I won't be selfish I'll leave you for others to behold also Utmostly, I want what's best for you
When you cherish something, don't destroy it in an attempt to make it yours!