It's all so bitter and dull but it's an obsession that i've come to love
It fuels my fire and I can't stand not having it
I think I might need an intervention cause this is getting out of control
What am I gonna do? Can I cope with this for much longer?
I am addicted to this sweet little thing called poetry.
The sweet slew of words all mashed up in one big stew that we all can then enjoy.
From the bittersweet love poems to the hysterical funny ones.
They all inspire us to explore our own creativity and pour our hearts out.
Whether it's on stage, or in a collection. It is truely my favorite art form.
It doesn't take much effort but it does consume quite a lot of your precious time.
But it's worth every second wasted putting pencil to paper.
Your poems are your gospel. So preach them like they've never been preached before.
Even if it's impressing a crowd, or impressing a random stranger who reads them.
It still is inspiring and I love everything about it.
Some people thing of it as a hobby, but I think of it as a lifestyle.
A lifestyle that I want to embrace and soak up until i'm blue in the face.
Because poetry changed my life for the better.
And that's all that matters.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
I fall asleep in my bed
With your sweet scent on my pillow and kiss imprinted on me like a tattoo
I think no, I know it's true
I love you, always had always will
I know those words frighten you, they do that to me too
With every kiss, with every embrace you've drawn me closer and closer
I don't want this to be another shot in the dark
I don't want to forget how happy you are making me
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
Love bites
So pure and innocent
But yet so tempting
Although they leave temporary marks on your body
The memories of how you got them will still be there
Like your favorite after dinner snack they mere thought of them entices you
It's just one of those bittersweet things that seem to be gone too quickly.
And doesn't return.
They are just innocent ways of affection that have made me love you even more.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Laying here alone thinking.
Thinking of the choices i’ve made.
Wondering if i’ll be able to speak again.
It’s 2 AM, and i’m all alone.
Like the period at the end of a sentence, this story has ended.
Like many before it.
But when the next one comes along, and you wanna make a memory out of it.
Just look up. There’s a semi-colon there, wating to write your story.
Embrace it, feel it, let it consume your very existance.
And after all, let it be your guide.
For once, 1 simple character be so little but seem so important.
Wayne Gretzky once said, “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”.
So take the shot. Take the risk. Maybe you’ll learn from it.
We all make mistakes in this world. And ways to fix them.
But unlike pencils, we don’t immediately have erasers to fix our mistakes.
Because we choose to embrace things differently.
If only we looked up at the stars to explain why these things happen to us.
Because to us, those stars are magnificent.
Here I am, laying here in the dark. With the night stars shining bright.
Ready to write my story.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
My baby boy..
You were so sweet and innocent.. what happened to you?..
You changed so much since that day you left home..
Longer replies, no ‘I love you’ texts or frequent emails..
Nothing. You literally alienated yourself as soon as you left the nest..
Did I raise you wrong? Was I too harsh to you? Maybe so..
I never gave you the freedom that you so long craved when you went on the open road..
And now you have a girlfriend who you see everyday, and 1 tiny miracle to cherish and love.. from which you unexpectedly created one afternoon cause you were bored and wanted to have some fun..
And yet, despite the uncertainty and trust issues.. you’re still my son and I love you..
Go make a big splash in this world, however you can.
I’ll be here, waiting to see you again.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
An echo of the past i’d like to return to
I still love the smell of your perfume despite not being in love with you
I wanted us to be still friends, and that seemed to be all that was
Until a subtle ***** affection pushed you away
Away from the broken shell of a man that is me
You left me for dead and locked the key in a safe
Although my choice was clear, things always turned out different
We stopped hanging out, taking weeks to gather the pieces and talk to each other again
At first you were my soft melody
but then you became a gentle whisper in my once sane head
I feel like I have been mauled by a bear
These thoughts on paper might not be wise, but it fuels me to write what I feel
I’m not going to ruin what we had, maybe it’s time we turned the page
Forget and forgive what happened in the past
And move on like the echo of so many memories
That I can’t seem to forget
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
We depend on the internet like we depend on water
We consume it like it’s our life force, as we may die without it
Like a fish out of water, we seem hopeless without it
needing to be online every second of every day
on and on and on, until we get bored and I dunno.. maybe pick up a book
or sing out loud until our voices become dried out and dull
The internet has become quite the necessity that we never expected to have
It’s like society is trying to get you to praise Bill Gates or the late Steve Jobs as you do the son of Christ or God
The internet is it’s own religion gathering followers and preachers left and right
Our personal computers are our personal churches and our psalms are what’s trending like the Harlem Shake.
We have done in 10+ years in what took the catholic faith thousands to.
We don’t read any holy books like the bible. We follow a different set of rules.
Like this: rule 63 states that for every male character there is a female counterpart.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
If I am your crush, then adore me from afar.
Love me throughout the good times and the bad times.
Reminisce our friendship and let it embrace you.
Let it take you to that special place where you can feel alive.
If I am your crush, laugh with me about the stupidest things
Also, laugh at me for being weird. If anything, laugh too much.
Laughter is the best medicine.
If I am your crush, be the girl that I want to adore. Be cute, be adorkable.
And also be clever. Be a dime a dozen. Woo me over until i’m blue in the face.
That isn’t hard to do.
If I am your crush, then lie with me underneath the stars and tell me you love me.
Make me believe it, let those words flow from your mouth and into my soul.
Take me out on dates and if we’re too lazy to go out then we’ll stay home, cuddle and watch movies.
You know, cutesy stuff.
But most importantly, if I am your crush....
Never let me go, because you'll stay right here, in my feeble weakened heart. Not wanting to escape.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
I wish that you could hear my voice.
I wish that you could hear my thoughts.
This pain is like a bullet to my chest, and I feel so alone.
Can we find a way to make this work?
Can we try to keep this fire from dying?
How can I live without your angelic form beside me?
Sometimes I wish I had gone, gone far away.
Hidden, from the truth. Masked away the pain.
What would you do if I just walked away?
Would you stay? Here with me?
Is this love or is it lust?
I can never tell.
I thought that this could have been different.
When we met that day.
You were like a shooting star, just waiting to fall down.
And I waited for that moment when I thought that this love could bloom.
This could be a fairy tale waiting to happen.
All this is, is my attempt at love.
I don’t do it for excitement or for fulfillment. Or even a reputation.
I do it from the heart, and that’s all that matters.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
“What is love?” ........... No seriously, what is love? That’s the question I always ask myself. They say love has no definition. But I beg to differ. Love is cherishing every moment together, enjoying each others company, being there for them at any time, walking hand in hand, thinking about that person 24/7 365 days a year. Everyone has the opportunity to feel in love, some people tend to ignore it. Love can be a simple smile or a gentile wave, you just have to believe. Love is commonly compared to lust. Unlike love, lust is something very different. It can be a ****** desire or a passionate feeling about someone. But, compared to love. It’s only an illusion. When you realize that you love someone, you will try everything to be with them, what if they don’t love you back? That’s the problem with relationships today. They tend to end abruptly for no apparent reason. You can’t just stop loving someone, it’s not that easy. You can say that you are “happy” but the reality is, you aren’t. Nothing can truly cover up your emotions. Not even music. They say that love is hard because that it means it’s special and worth the fight. Well, it certainly is. The definition of love. One chance, two lives, endless possibilities and an entire lifetime to grow. You just need to know when to start....
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC