There is a fire in me
It burns in my soul
It gives me passion and energy
And a drive to go
Inside of my lungs
It crackles and burns
It ignites my mind
As my stomach turns and turns
It heats up my head
So I cry out hot tears
To cool down I breath in
But I breath out my fears
It is growing, I feel it
It spreads through my chest
It laughs and dances
Wishing never to rest
So I'll drink some iced water
And lie down for a while
In the case that my fire
Might burn love for miles
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
I am struggling to get the words out
They are starting to feel empty, and forced
Poetry shouldn’t be like that.
Poetry should be as natural as breathing
As flowing as air currents
It should pour out with power, with purpose
Unrefined, but beautiful
Not in spite of it, but because of it.
And that is getting difficult to do.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
when your heart is broken and your love denied
and your eyes are swollen with all the tears you cried
when your mind is restless and you cant go to sleep
with your emotions in a tangle running very deep
give your self some time this will make it heal
and change the way you think and the way you feel
start again once more open up your heart
start your life a new and make a brand new start.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
There is no perfect someone waiting at the top
of the steepest peak, waiting for you
like some comic superhero in a cape
here to save you from your faults and failures.
No.
Love is looking at someone and going, "Wow, you're pretty ****** up,
but I love you regardless."
"And baby, even if you make a tremendous mistake,
I will always love you."
No dramatics, no perfection.
Just seven-hundred shades of awkward blushes
staying up 'till 4 o'clock talking about nothing
and spending hours in angst over what sweater to wear on your dates.
There is no shortcuts, no steep passes, and most importantly, no heroes
only little mistakes, slips of the tongue, and sweetness
but, if you go in expecting mountains
the disappointment will be your downfall.
So, just live with it
go to sleep, embrace your lovers, laugh at yourself
and don't dread the mountain pass
for, in the end, there is no true mountain at all.
Only the simple taste of what is to come.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
It shouldn’t be easy to be amazing.
Then everything would be.
It’s the things you fight for and struggle ,
with before earning that have the greatest worth.
When something’s difficult to come by,
you’ll do that much more,
to make sure it’s even harder – or impossible – to lose. -
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Occupied by your knowledge
Eager to learn your story
Your word is a piece of art
And your heart is filled with glory
I adore you
You got me anxious
You inspire me to be exquisite
I can’t be silent about your power
Your something else
A different flower
You've accomplished my heart
Yet this seems idiotic
But I’m being ferocious about these feelings
They hold too much meaning
I’m just being real
You intrigue my thoughts
You got me feigning.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Friendship is the strangest
but greatest thing in the world
I find my time with them,
the best time of my life
My friends are my heart,
my soul, my fun
my laughter, tears, love and
My life. . .
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Dear Self, the Milky Way is hurtling through space constantly,
which means you’re always moving forward, even if you can’t feel it.
Dear Self, when you’re trying really hard and nothing’s changing,
remember that even with all the energy of the Sun, it takes light over 8 minutes to reach the Earth;some things just take time.
Dear Self, if you lived on the moon, everything would weigh just a sixth of what it does on Earth
So when the weight of carrying your shortcomings around makes you shake and hunch over
Remember the years you spent in high school forming a backbone that could withstand a hurricane
And realize what your mother meant when she told you how strong you are.
Georgia Radley, Letter to My Self.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
You drew a heart
with your pen...
... on paper skin.
Soul Survivor
2014
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC