Things usually have their own categories
From the least to greatest
From the first to last
Categories is where someone do belong
Somewhere people have the chance to start in dawn
In the things they've been longing to discover
Tried to think of over and over
Everyone has their own
No one's left alone
He gave us this gift
Cause he knows each of us is unique
Ironic isn't it?
Everyone belong in a society
Though everyone's obviously an anomaly
Two things is naturally mixed
Cause it's easier to feel like you belong
In a world full of peculiars you can get along
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SCARED SHE IS. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU HOW SHE WATCHES THE WAY SHE WALKS, BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SHE FELL IN LOVE, SHE HIT THE GROUND. AND SHE WOULD OFFER HIM HER HEART BUT IT'S BEEN EATEN AT AND STORED IN A DOGGY BAG AROUND A CORNER WITHIN HER CHEST - AND SHE CANNOT HELP BUT ALWAYS FEEL LEFTOVER. WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT SHE'S SCARED OF FEELING.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T FEEL HER BACK.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
~
I prayed for light, He sent me sun
I prayed for moisture, He sent me dew
I prayed for beauty, He sent me flowers
I prayed for love, He sent me you
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
My heart finally healed but it's once again shattered
I showed my true self but it didn't even matter.
I thought I'd found love but instead I found sadness,
the butterflies are dead now my mind is all madness.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
All relationships are not of blood,
Some relationships are by the feeling of heart,
In these relationships their is not dust,
There is only trust
and
by my thinking these relationships are best,
Here are only happiness tests,
Example is
not real
not any relationship behind this
brother and sis,
These we can make anytime,
anywhere,
without fear,
Really!these relationships are very dear.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
1. Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly; who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
I hope this smile on my face
doesn’t give you the illusion that everything
is okay.
It couldn’t be worse.
and what kills me the most
is that you don’t see me hurt.
and you believe that leaving
is gonna help me cope.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
I love you but not as before
When everything I can I would give
But now, not anymore.
I love you but some things changed
You're not the one bringing my smile
It is somebody that must not be named.
I love you but I don't miss your voice
I'm content now with your seldom text
That's not my making, it's your choice.
I love you but you're not what I need
When before your words gave me warmth
But now you withhold but I will never plead.
I love you as I know you love me
Twisted to some
But for us, it's the way and how we see.
I love you and that means
"Te Amo, my friend"
Now, I'm spilling the beans.
3.27.14
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
I've sketched this out, I've drawn up a few conclusions
It wasn't real, but our chemistry could of fooled any illusion..
Talking late texting, an early message, a few words to pass by the other just to gain some leverage,
I just didn't see you coming, but that's an excuse, end of sentence.
Yet,
I apologize
For not taking my chances to finally look into those eyes
Promise you clear skies
Lay down on the beach, talk forever
As time flies
I miss you.
I miss having someone to just talk
It's getting hella lonely now, hands in my pockets as I just walk
I guess it makes sense
Two people can't intertwine if they both are tense
I just never met a woman who I can speak too, understand and just vent.
But I made a mistake
I forgot what building a relationship takes..
Takes a chance, takes a moment
Takes two people in order to make
And I peep from time to time just to still see that pretty smile
I would text you, but I know it wouldn't be worth while
I just hope you know and understand
This wasn't part of my plans
At times, I rewind that long Saturday
And wish it was all pretend
I wish we could of stayed friends
I tend to wonder if we will ever amend
Till then
I wish you well and hope you one day can come around
I promise to do right on my wrongs
No cussin, no lookin down.
Letting go...cause forever, you can't hold on
It's true that you truly miss something but only when it's finally gone.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
because love is a sacrifice
not everyone is willing to make,
and my heart's in despair
while your trying to run away.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC