You know what I like?
People who don't discuss people but rather when they open their mouths there's a different vibe.
The questions they ask make you feel alive as you decide
Like "Do animals commit suicide?"
"Would you die if it meant your beloved could live forever?"
"Let's say you did , what if they didn't want to live because y'all were no longer together?"
Then that's the waste of a wish, I like people who think of that kinda stuff.
I say the cup's half full, you say the cup is half empty, & they're like "how deep is the cup?"
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Channel your energy.
When you are in pain, use that energy to write. Feel the flow from your frustration, your anger, your pain. Feel it move from your thoughts, to your fingers, and watch it appear as letters, as words, as poetry, as art.
I write best when I am in pain.
My mind is screaming but the words are pouring out.
The blank page is my canvas. I fill it with my pain.
I add colour. I add red.
Or, if I am sad,
I add blue.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
love is messy
it is not perfect. it is a rollercoaster; a ******* wild ride.
it goes up, up, up and then when you think it can't get any better, it crashes and tumbles and suddenly you're left at 3am crying intertwined between tear stained pillows and crumpled empty bed sheets.
it goes down, down, down and then one hug makes you realise that home is his arms and that hearing his heartbeat is like hearing your favourite song and that a kiss planted on your forehead makes you feel as if heaven truly exists.
don't expect it to be even. don't expect it to be monotone.
it is anything but that. if you want a true love, it will be a wild love.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
i sometimes feel as if growing older
has done me more harm than good.
it killed my innocence
my naiveness
my purity
my ability to not think.
but mostly it killed the way my brain could make colours
and the way i saw love
and the way i saw life.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
Words being whispered are often far more powerful than words being said.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
i like poetry because i can
transform mere words into art
and add eyeblinding colour to dull text
to remind others that they are not alone
and that feelings are feelings
and you are allowed to feel
and that even though the world is big
you are not in any way, small.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
As a writer
I just want my words to reach out
With nimble hands
And play
the bright strings of light that connect us
Like a harp
To send vibrations through the world
Along these passage ways
And maybe stumble along
Finding the red strings to peoples hearts
And pluck at them lightly
Sending out notes
A bit deeper than before
In hopes of reminding them
How important it is
To feel something .
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
We saw many shooting stars that night
And each time I would wish for the same thing.
I wished that you would live a life full of love, happiness and adventure.
That's all I want for you.
And if my wish comes true,
I will be happy, too.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
We looked up at the galaxy
And I was connecting the stars in my mind
They scattered the sky like your freckles under your eyes
And I was making pictures whilst feeling the warmth from your hand.
And it was like our souls merged into one
Because I felt you, and you felt alive.
And in that moment, things seemed perfect.
We were untouchable from the rest of this ghastly cruel world.
You asked me if you could be mine forever.
You made me promise.
And I did.
I'll be yours forever.
And if by some chance, this universe denies us of that
Please know I'll be with you in your heart
And you will be in mine.
I'm not one for broken promises.
But you already know that.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
I love you. Every piece of you.
Every dark and light thought.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC