I am the temporary poet.
The one who feels so greatly,
The words do not come.
This is from the temporary poet
The one who is no longer injured,
Who can live life without living through metaphors.
The one who is not quite finished hiding behind words, but finally wordless.
Love. What IS LOVE!
I'm out of rhymes, metaphors and all of the above.
Finally restful as my poet self seems to end. A new phase of me, myself begins.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
My mouth stops me from speaking.
Though there's so much I want to say.
But my brain screams be careful and there's nothing I can say.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
When you give away your chance to be a child, you break hearts all over.
You give up simple happiness for something you think is much greater,
But will soon find out it's not worth it later.
Please come back and be a child.
A selfless perfect soul yearns His daughter to come back to His arms.
Please, you won't be defiled.
Run back full force, you will still be welcomed, harmoniously reconciled.
Please
We all hurt for you
I know you never liked me
But I hurt for you the most.
Turn back child.
You still have a chance to save your life, love, not yet exiled.
For you.
For me.
For Him.
We mourn for you. For the choices you've made. For the child inside you've forgotten.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
I really think you're the one for me.
Am I a fool?
Yes.
But I still believe it.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
We're just bones
Muscles
Skin
Brains
Thoughts
Feelings
Souls.
Hard
Medium
Soft
Tough
Scary
Dangerous
Beautiful.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Sometimes we can see people better than they can see us
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
With wings of fire she set off into the dark sky,
Her wings illuminated the soul of the clouds,
The magnificent height of heaven above her,
Until she made her home in the sun,
as one with one.
she was home
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
When you speak
The whole world pauses to listen
Such wisdom comes from behind those lips
But you rarely speak.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
I have this book
I write down all my thoughts
Unfinished or not
They finish me
The parts of my heart
My life together
Paper is my life
It connects me to other poets
And other writers
And other artists
Of every different kind.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC