How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again
Because although you can't see it
It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer
Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
prepare to shudder,
prepare to have demons taunting you,
playing disturbing games with your soul,
with a calming darkness and scary happiness.
Staining your hands with a metallic substance,
marking the walls of the invisible.
This is what happens when you touch my soul.
Creatively ugly but mouthing the word pretty.
Be careful.
It's like I was touched by this ebony, fair eye angel with two sides.
Soaring with bloodless and sullen wings.
But there is happiness, somewhere...
Sometimes presenting itself like a optical illusion,
adding mystery to my image.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Well, it's the power that words convey.
The way they allow you to feel the very thoughts that disturbs my mind.
These words can inspire, create, control and destroy.
Poetry is power.
It's expression,
it's the hope that my lines undress before your eyes and make you feel a rise..
The hope that they are so pornographic, it makes you second guess how ***** and strong the truth of free expression can be...
I write because my heart strings are tugged everyday, it plays the cord of pain and lost. It plays a melody that those can hopefully sing along to.
I write because it's the best way to voice the me I think I already know.
I write in hopes that one day my words would come alive and embrace me with the courage to be..
because poetry carries meaning that is far more complex, than the very words you see.
Makes you think beyond..
It humbles the mind and the spirit with how elegantly its craft captivates the being of the reader.
Poetry is potent.
Its power is endless.
I write because, why not ?
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
There is practically no distance that can cure this feeling i had for you.
Not even the miles, lands or galaxies,
not even the reality.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
People cover up wounds with bandages,
whether it's the littlest paper cut,
or the largest **** all the way to the bone.
They are always covered with bandages,
hidden for no one else to see.
That's what's happening to society
We're all hurting,
whether it's the littlest paper cut in the heart,
to the largest **** all the way to the bone.
But we are forced to cover it up with a smile,
so no one will see we are dying.
You don't realize how people are hurting inside,
all you see is the smile.
And sooner or later,
you will look in her casket and say
"I always remembered her beautiful smile,
I never knew she was hurting inside".
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
*Hair was dark as night
the silver fox has arrived
I call her mother
Roasted chestnut eyes
searching for people to help
hope lives in her palms
Four strong beating hearts
she embroidered those to us
a human angel
Today is her day
because she emerged from it
April dwells in her*
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC
Have you ever wanted to escape ?
To explore those great adventures that other people talk about...
To have your soul evaporated and replace with light and pleasure without the guilt.
This whole world is covered with thick and dark, aggressive smoke.
Invading the lives of the brainless humans secretly choking, gagging from the pain of their screeching lungs.
It's chaotic.
The smoke that is...
Guess what I'm trying to say is...
It all goes dark.
It gets hard to breathe.
To be.
I guess there is no escape when you're afraid of it.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
I need your lips
So I'll catch them by their
Silken wings
Mid flight
Riding the wind
Of your words
And mine
Line by line
Stanza by stanza
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
I was told poems mustn't rhyme
Those that do show infantile minds
A child can rhyme two with glue
Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue
Rhymes are easy
Essence is hard
I use conventional flow
As my not-so-trump trump card
Stop. Branch out.
Find the words to reach deep down.
The soul wrencher's
The tear jerkers
The love felt on a whim
From first sight
Unable to project true depth
Just imagery
The easy kind
.
.
.
Stick to the rhymes for now
Best to do what you know how
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
*I really hit rock-bottom,
It felt like the earth
had swallowed me whole,
I was in total pitch-black darkness,
I felt mentally and emotionally numb,
whilst all alone in that pit--that morbid hole.
I didn't know what was happening,
I was drowning in sheer madness,
I was unable to stand,
I wasn't able to think straight,
I needed to hold a loving, caring, friendly hand.
Then, came a voice from above me,
Or maybe it was all in my head,
It told me to listen carefully,
It told me not to give up,
I had only fallen, I was not dead.
It reminded me that I am precious,
It reminded me that I am strong,
It reminded me that I am worthy,
that I am beautiful, inside and out,
and that surrendering was very,
very wrong.
This voice fed me
desperately needed courage
and Self-compassion,
It reached into my soul,
It gave me new direction,
It pulled me out of that dark,
scary, lonely, black hole.
It was full of love and wisdom,
It was empathetic and kind,
It was exactly what i needed,
A message from God,
straight to my heart,
clearing my chaotic mind.
I have gone through a difficult transformation,
I have gone back to being the real me
that I was many years before,
I am seeing and thinking clearer...
I pray that this transition
is successful and permanent -
may I stay true to myself
forevermore.
By Lady R.F (C) 2017*
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC