Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
Yesterday I came to realize my level of unhappiness.
This, of course, knocked the wind out of me.
My throat tightened restricting my breathing.
The more I struggled
The less the air came my way.
I fought and fought
but the air was nowhere to be found
I fought and fought
panic filled my eyes
I fought and fought
oxygen-deprived blood cried for help
I fought and fought
voices whispered in my ear
3... 8... 10....
there seemed to be no end
I fought and fought
but the voices were too soothing
too convincing
I fought and fought
but the day wore on
I fought and fought
the day came to an end
the object upon my shoulders grew to be too light
I held it down with a pillow
I fought and fought
until the voices came to an end.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
This is how you write a poem;
First; forget everything
You ever learnt about poems,
Such knowledge should be reserved
For the minds of critics, and
Professors in dusty halls
Of universities, where
They are dissected and re-
Constructed against their will.
Second; embroil yourself in
Love; it is the only thing
That poetry is born from.
Even the saddest songs, and
Most bitter lines, are fueled
By what we once loved. Loss is
Just a love that has been lost
And anger; a love scorned. All
your words will be born this way.
Thirdly; find a quiet spot;
It doesn't matter much where
As long as it brings comfort,
Be it an old desk in a
Darkened room, or a field of
tall Sunflowers or bluebells,
Or the last place you saw a
Loved one, before fate swept them
Away to distant valleys.
Next you must make a promise to
Yourself to be brutally
Honest. Only the truth must
Be written here. There is no
Room for flowery words that
Must be thought over to much.
If it is true it will be
Beautiful, and your pen strokes
Will guide you towards greatness.
Finally, you must hold your
Writing implement of choice
As if it were the most loved
Of possesions, or mighty
Of weapons, or a child's hand.
I cannot tell you which
But you will undoubtedly
Know which when the time comes. It
Will strike you as obvious.
Upon following these steps
You will have become a
poet. From now on there
Is no turning back. It will
Consume you, and thoughts will take
You by surprise in lover's
Embraces, in sudden deaths,
Bird songs, and the words of of those
You once thought to be strangers.
Each word will be a gift to
The world, whilst remaining un-
doubtedly yours to own.
Use your power wisely.
Remember; without love
Your poems will start to
Fall into disrepair
And, without them you will
Lose your capacity to care.
I wish you well.
I wish you poetry.
I wish you love.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Forever feeling her life is dying
But the doctors keep on lying.
"Your daughter will be fine,
Just give her some time."
But she wasn't okay
Because your baby girl took her life today.
She couldn't keep running
And she wouldn't stand living.
Her silent plea's for love
Left her heart on black doves.
"I'm in pain"
Her innocence cut, her pride slain.
Her cries fell on deaf ears
So no one realized her fears.
No one saw her fatal change
Until her heart was out of range.
She wrote out letters
Saying her life would be better.
She laid the pistol on her heart
And blew her body apart.
Her parents cry themselves to sleep
And all her friends weep.
They loved that girl well
And left her alone in Hell.
Maybe her soul can be free
And everyone will see
The lost life of one teen
And the love there could have been.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
Are my eyes growing weary
or has the light in your eyes dimmed a little since we first met?
Is my body growing old
or do you not hold me tight enough like you used to?
Am I losing the feeling in my mouth
or have our kisses lost their passion?
Do you not love me anymore
or was there ever a love to begin with?
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
Today I learned that
humans are 99.9% genetically identical to one another.
That's an awful lot isn't it?
So please forgive me for having these mud-colored eyes of mine.
For I know you cant compare them to something beautiful
like the fresh waters off the coast of Venice
Or to the first leaf of spring exposed after the final layer of ice thawed off.
Please forgive me for having this unruly curly hair
which you can never run your fingers through unless
you are okay with the amount of time it takes to untangle your fingers
from the mess I carry upon my shoulders.
Please forgive me for not having English be the first language to roll off my tongue.
I know I pay the cost when I cannot find the right words to express
how deeply I am in love with everything that is you.
But darling, if you must know one thing, know this:
Every cell in my body craves to show you
how infatuated I am with you.
This heart beats so loudly whenever you are near
it's a wonder it hasn't broken the ribs which enclose it.
My fickle brain goes back and forth between
wanting you and needing you.
But there is no need to worry, my love.
I always manage to steer it in the right direction.
And because of all this,
I will never fear the day when you will no longer love me
because if everything within my skin loves you this deeply,
I know everything you carry inside feels the same way
because
today I learned that
humans are 99.9% genetically identical to one another.
That's an awful lot isn't it?
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
falling in love
is a lot like dying slow
you won't realize it until you're ten feet underground
falling in love
is like going to see the sunset
but realizing the sunset lasts only 30 minutes in a day
falling in love
is like going up to the ice cream truck
after chasing it for blocks
and realizing they don't have your favorite flavor
falling in love
is like showing her off
to all your friends like you're back in school
and today's event is show-and-tell
falling in love
is like taking your first puff,
coughing it out
and revisiting it years later
like it never once left your body
falling in love
is seeing role models turn into humans,
and humans into role models.
falling in love
is like witnessing your first car crash
i guess it wasn't as exciting as it felt on tv.
falling in love
is going to your childhood park,
and realizing people never really go to parks anymore.
falling in love is remembering that kid who moved in grade three
who said they'd stay in touch,
but never heard from again.
falling in love is seeing that kid 10 years later
and dreaming of the next 10 years together
falling in love
is seeing them as a reflection of yourself
sprawled over the bed,
and wondering to yourself **** what more could i ask?"
falling in love
is screaming PLEASE I WANT THIS TO LAST
LOVE
is seeing them hunched on a hospital bed,
hearing them say
"what life have we led?"
falling in love
is visiting their grave,
hearts broken and sore,
realizing
i don't want to fall in love
anymore
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
The summer nights with you were like heaven hot and steamy
The walks in the fall with you were a reminder that nothing stays alive at one point the love dies.
The white snow reminded me of purity that once I had before I met you.
The one thing that was taking away when you walked out on me.
The spring reminds me that there's always a way to bring yourself back to life after a heartbreak
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
They day I fell out of love with you
was the day
I stepped outside
and saw the world
for what it really was.
I saw the autumn leaves
falling to the ground
waiting for the first blanket of snow
to cover them.
I felt the cool breeze
sting my uncovered face
reminding me it wasn't always going to be sunny.
On these days I must burn a fire
to keep me warm.
I must feed the fire with all the love
he never gave me.
I must keep that fire alive.
And resist the urge
to return to the warmth
of the man I fell out of love with.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC