In the morning of yesterday There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together Intent on each other, in whispers I heard them say your name And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer
Harvesting hearts and marigolds The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe Wanting an exploration of Souls Oblivious, if we’re generous But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal
I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall I found you in the violin’s shadow Dust and star tears are my witnesses I love you My joy and my abyss
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)
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.
It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.
Pahlawan Terima kasih sudah menyelamatkan aku dari kesedihan ini Pahlawan Terima kasih sudah membangkitkan aku dari keterpurukan tiada henti Pahlawan Kau sungguh hebat Hanya dengan suara dan karya mu Berjuta orang sorak bergembira Pahlawan Kau sudah mati Karena kau bukan malaikat Sama seperti diriku Manusia hina Pahlawan Kau sudah mati Akan ku kubur jasad mu dalam jiwa ku Akan ku peluk erat arwah mu Jika orang bertanya tentang dirimu Akan ku bisikan Pahlawan ku sudah mati Iblis memanggil nya Bukan Tuhan
I’m stuck in a rut unable to escape Full of shallow words with no rhyme or rhythm lacking structure scratching the surface with no hope of redemption My words carelessly strewn leave nothing to the imagination as deep as a gutter as full as a strainer as meaningful as my life will i ever get out
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
I long to someone I don't know . to something about to happen I can smell the hidden green fire in smooth stones of the valley the giant sprit of Chaleville crawls beneath my skin like warm wind I was about to give up till I saw a promising smile like a lily glowing in the deepest darkness of my soul different from all lilys of the Ardennes
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 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.