Acuriousnature
I'm sorry to say, / But you've accidentally lied to me / / Bye, poetic desires / I release my heart / For here it sires / Shares, takes part / / I was brought here by a friend to share my soul in hope that I may inspire / As she has inspired me. / / For the moment I'll be posting some of my earlier pieces. As an amateur to poetry I have no trained tongue. My words call to me freely. I do not write my subject. Even as their Prince, my subjects use me. As their mouthpiece exclaiming their desires through me. But as my creations I love them, so loyal to me. / / I hope you enjoy my most heartfelt revealings. Prithee your joy be found with my soul. / To inspire ones heart is partly my goal / My goal to inspire your soul in whole
If you're telling me that I'm just running away,
It's just all the more reason for me to go.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer
Taking your words to heart?
Truly
Though, understanding them?
I believe i have a skewed view of the true layers hidden beneath the rows upon rows of your starlight garden.
I am but a bird above your garden, admiring the upper beauty shone brightly in the starlight.
I have but the faintest clue about the memories and experiences that root so deeply into your poems,
Nor the meanings behind the words that hold the earth so tenderly.
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer
But as the greatest trees stand tall in their royal crowning, their historic roots support them whole heartedly, with their focus all upon the lifting of the grand finale.
Deeply do your roots reach down into thine heart. And deeply so.
For how can one reach the stars without a strong story below?
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer.
I cannot be so bold as to claim to know what each poem means, for that would be to have lived in your story with each passing breath.
Nay, i can only express the emotions that these words give me in relation to mine own,
curiousity, like flower garden, grown.
Ay, mine eyes be such, the great admirer
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
Blithering blather of bothering biting bothers that botherly blather their blantant blatherings of bumbling bemusings brought by bringing blue berries back by blue babaoons bumping beehives behind bubba bears big buggy before biggoted bums braving boorish battles
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
I wish for you to find someone, one to erase me from your heart while planting a garden over your wounds and be the house for your heart thoughout the storms.
Forgive me.
Thank you.
Adieu.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
And as I watched the
April snow, a Phantom wind
You letting me go
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
You write another poem,
You sing another song,
You found another lover,
The feelings were so strong
It's harmony! It's melody! (No!)
I feel it isn't long
Before the strike of midnight fright
The lyrics were all wrong
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
New .year same .me,
Though I'm .changing gradua.lly,
Tryna .reachhh
epito.me, of the .man I'm s'posed to .be,
Be the .best, better .than rest,
.better-than-the-.test-of-time,
.get this off my .chest
Be the .dime not the .penny cuz I ain't. get any where.
cause you're there. and I'm here.
and it's mak.ing me fear I'm crying tears drinking cheers.~ them up but not me. I be me, that's it quite honestly.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
I dreamed of us again.
The table you set down, the candles you lit, that silly little frown, when you said not to spit.
I dreamed of us again.
The music in the air, the scent of bulalo, how I played with your hair, "welcome home mahal ko."
I dreamed of us again.
The scent of you lingers,
Your skin soft and fair,
With a brush of my fingers,
I swear that you're there.
I dreamed of us again.
With your eyes shining bright,
As we look upon stars,
I remember our fights,
As love turned into wars.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
And on the headstone where I watched out love die:
(T)hat
(H)aunting
(E)pitaph
(E)motions
(N)ever
(D)ie
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
Paralysis
Always
Invites
Necrosis
In
Solitude
Needy
Emotions
Venture
Endlessly
Regretting
Going
Over
Numerous
Encumbrances
And
Wishing
Again for
Yesterday
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC