This journey called life seems so unfair There’s very little good to be found But so much evil everywhere It’s hard to imagine the way things Were way back in the day When family stuck together and didn’t Betray Morals were valued and respect was A must When a mans word was all that he had To earn trust Love was cherished and loyalty was too For back in the day this is all that we knew There were no cell phones, video games or the internet heard of Back in the day time was spent with the ones we love Things of this world were so much better when Gods children could openly pray The world was a much better place back in the day.
It was as simple as turning off a light, or crushing a bug. He realized early that reality had a brutal side; band aids didn't stick to his heart so he checked out; he disassociated with the scenery around him, and created a kinder world, with no brutality or cruelty.
And then one day he built a sailboat made of cardboard and silk, and just sailed away. There were no shadows as he smiled at the putrid, bright sun.
I wish I could ask you to stay That you'd never leave But I hate the thought that you could want to leave but feel trapped by my desperation Your love seems so unconditional when it comes to me But as time goes on I feel as if even your love for me might fade I wonder terribly often that maybe I am becoming a worse person And that you will greatly dislike the changes you see in me
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
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.
Lord Jesus Christ bless us today In life and be with us and keep us Safe from evil every day And Lord give us strength to Pray for the sick and suffering Every night and we'll light a candle for the sick And suffering tonight and the Lord Jesus Christ will hear our prayers tonight Amen Lord Jesus Christ.
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.
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.
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 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.