perry-suzuki
Your heart is yours. No matter who wants it, no matter who tries to take it. And since it is yours, you do what you wish with it. But do not spend it all on one place. You have to have Love left to Love yourself. And enough to Love the one you truly will spend the rest of your time with, even if you have the biggest heart there can be, there will always be a time. where it just wears out. So use it wisely. Especially, using it timely
Onto the spinner we throw our selves down to mold.
A gray soft canvas of reliance, to shape ourselves into the beautiful piece we will become.
As we spin, and mold, to become greatness we sow.
We come off the spinner, soft, and cold.
In the image we want, to the thing we will be.
To dry, to harden, we burn in the kiln, we are fired.
We are heated, to the highest of degree, enduring the greatest test of all.
Then comes the glaze, no matter what color we are, no matter what mold, or what vase.
We are all human, all created equal. Molded, thought over, considered with beautiful thought, maybe even a little evil.
We're all beautiful in all of our ways, but we all start from square one.
Clay.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:51 PM UTC
When i first met you
You brought a spark to my world
A flame it started
Warm, pure, and bright
When i saw your smile
Its like the sun shined as bright as noon
Or the moon, on a clear chilly night
It brought my world to its toes
I learned to laugh and love to the everyday sun you brought me
When i saw your face i saw the most beautiul thing
And thought the most beautiful thoughts
Like a shimmering sunset over the water on the deep blue water at the beach
When i saw you my world became whole
The cracks filled, the darkness fades
All i saw was the sun, shining in my face
Im greatful to have the gifts you bring me.
Im greatful to have the beautiful inspiration
That i can call. You
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
As days pass, as nights fly, i gaze up into the coolest of nights sky.
Gaze upon stars, gaze upon planets.
But, wonder. clouds my mind in this life, i enhabit.
What will i do with it? who will i love in it?
What is the purpose?
We all wonder the same thing at some point in this beautiful thing called life.
So why not enjoy it, as time. Determines your essense at this point in time.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Sometimes we fall
More than likely to find a better place
Falling is like drifting to a wonderful place
Not necessarily to the best of liking for the adrenaline you feel at the start.
But where the end takes you
On the long, slow felt journey
Sometimes to the ground falling as hard as can be.
Or the feeling, as falling on the wavy soft flowing sea
We all fall every once in a while, so why not fall
To a better place to where acceptance is inevitable
We all enjoy standing, but tripping. Is natural
So fall with me, almost a thousand miles
Where the enjoyment is rough but the outcome is pure and sweet
We all love the end, no matter how rough, or how steep
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Off popped a flare on the day of gathering
A silence passed each and every one of the sad, proud, and hard faces before me
Honoring those out at war
Honoring those serving at home
Off popped the flare that signified hope
The flare that signified life
A flame to stay live in and out of water
And as it burned in hand, illuminating ones face
A hush.
A silence.
A standstil.
For those. That have the permanent scars. That we call
War.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
A poem can mean a thousand things.
A poem can speak a thousand words.
A poem can have depth
A poem can contain something one in a million can see
We all have encouragement, motivation, even ideas to write the excerpt that fills our pages.
To keep us entertained, to keep us thinking, even more so loathing.
A poem can lead us down a path of gold.
Shimmering, solid, happy, wealthy.
Or a poem can lead us down a dark alley
Shivering, scary, helpess, wondering
A poem takes power and meaning to write. And everyone, has the power, even the meaning when not knowing
Take care, of the creative minds we have.
Have ideas that spring. And blossom with vibrance and beauty, then take it to the page, for watering and pruning.
We all are poets, you, her and i
And when you find a poem to rhyme, to speak, to feel, not to disservice with reading.
Remember that inspiration was there, and lives on to this day. This day of gold, or this day of gray.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Humans
Libraries of living knowledge
Flowing, burning, refreshing.
Even the youngest, have the biggest stories to share
Even the oldest, have the smallest stories to tell
We pull knowledge, from all enviroments
At an uneasy unrest.
From the busy streets
From the dangerous nights
Even from the books, right by the candle light
As we live on, as we grow wise, as we pick up things that we will use all our life
Remember to share. To speak, to mean.
Remember to be happy, through thick, even through thin
Our voices, will live, through years and through ages.
Just remember, tread carefully in yours. Or you might pull something, that might stretch from shore upon shore.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
As ours beats.
Another fades.
Never to be forgotten.
Never to be thrown away.
To share love
To even share Hate
The Heart
A complex thing it is
Heavy, to light
Fast, and to slow
The heart may deceive us.
But it will never ever leave us.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC