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I love to write
Simultaneously
I hate to read

I'd rather listen
As my muse
Breaks free

Under water
Balancing breath
Deep in sleep
Closer to death

Chasing passion
Down endless
Rabbit holes

I love
To follow
No matter
High or low

And when the trip
Comes to an end
I suppose
I'll come back
  As a Poet again...
Traveler Tim
1-Promises are buds of flowers, always wait for the petals
2-One person's nothing can be another's everything
3-Sometimes what was once compatible food can turn into poison
4-Some are stop overs, others destinations, do not mistake the two...
5-Oceans of love will always bear storms, the worthy hold firm next to your palm as you battle with the sails
6-Some wounds are too deep to heal, some memories too precious for time to steal,
7-The journey home is too short in the presence of company
and no journey is longer than the lone journey home
8-The future's only more promising along with warm company
Otherwise the past is more beautiful if the future you craved is left behind
9-It's not the sky but courage to flap their wings that makes the birds fly, it takes courage to get up and get going
10-Horizon's sometimes pitch black, yet for her darkness we appreciate her mellow
11-there're so many junctions of goodbye on the roads of hello
12-Enjoy your together while you still can for you can never know where your apart happens
13-There's always the one who hurts you, who leads you to The One
14-Forgiveness is the one thing we all want to receive and never give
15-The past is always here, who can escape his own shadow stalking?
16-The road never ends, we just decide when to stop walking
17-Love never dies, futile we stop wasting time talking
18-When the rains go, you have to water the roses if you treasure their bloom
19-You have to know which gardens to water, some flowers just can't bloom
20-We all have regrets, but they're often about those things we never did
21-The letters we wrote and never sent haunt us the most, words we never had courage to say are the ghost
22-The shortest route to the pain's believing in perfection
23-The beauty of wounds is in encircling about the core of pain,
of storms is in dancing in the rain...
24-Nothing changes, all is simply the invisible that was blurred from the far of first impression
The dark side of the moon, the mask falling off, the dust on the etched washing off under the melting glacier of familiarity
25-Forever's infinity, no matter how long we walk, we never get there...
26-Where you choose to stop is your forever, it's the much you could get.
27-We can never go back, second chances are simply opportunities to experience the pain again
28-The heart will work, whether it's broken or not... it's the mind that needs fixing.
29-It's painful letting go, it's twice as painful holding on...
30-It's hard being alone and meaningless being with someone who'd rather be with someone else.
31-Losing love changes you, for better and most times for worse...
32-I should have read the signs and taken another road
33-Even if you hadn't hurt me, someone else would.
34-It wasn't all for nothing, I learnt my lessons...
35-Time heals all wounds, but not all scars.
36-I'll love again, but not as much as I loved you.
Jen, never worry because I promise you that everything is going to be okay.
Your mind is as breathtaking as views from Table Mountain and your love is as beautiful as the Sistine Chapel.
Life for us was different a few weeks ago, silhouettes of dreams keep me holding on to a different hope.
Two minds flooded with dopamine, our disagreements show that we have more issues than weekly magazines.
But our love proves that nothing has changed in regards to the connection that we share.
I still write about you in hopes that one day you’ll read all these words and hopefully find your way back to me.
The moment that you opened up your eyes, I was right there by your side and my love for you comes as no surprise.
When my blue skies have turned grey, I listen to that one Emeli Sandé song and reminisce about you every single day.
So babe, it’s okay you can hold me now, hold me down and hold me always.
Listening to Long Live the Angels and taking note of the colours in my dreams.
When the relentless heat of the summer sun drove me crazy all I could think about was your smile and those beautiful brown eyes.
I’ve come to accept that love is a part of me even when it’s apart from me.
Jen, never worry because I promise you that everything is going to be okay.
 Feb 2017 Poetic Thoughts
Emma
We are the perfect definition of almost
Two parallel lines that get so close
They almost kiss
Almost touch
Almost
You go to bed while I rise
You're in South Carolina and I'm in Texas
I'm Texas while you're in South Carolina
We just barely missed each other
Almost met
Almost
We are 11:12
The missed calls
The last seconds of the song on the radio
The first kiss that didn't happen
The eyes that didn't meet
The unspoken apologies
The parallel lines
We are almost
all the Failed potential in the world
Stuck in one word
Two syllables
Six letters
You almost loved me
I was almost enough
We almost happened
Almost
Dear William.
 Feb 2017 Poetic Thoughts
Emma
19
 Feb 2017 Poetic Thoughts
Emma
19
So i guess this is 4
Touching the stove and watching it burn your skin
Realizing that you have to breathe
Slipping and falling
Feeling his hands on you
His hands on you
His hands on you
Nightmares
Doctor checks
Hospital trips
Therapy?
Therapy

So I guess this is 13
Losing your friends
Getting your period
Crying over your First heartbreak
Watching your parents separate
Cutting your skin
Starving your body
Sleepless nights

So I guess this is 18
Watching your first love get married
Finding out your second loves likes boys
Leaving home
Getting tattoos to cover scars
First kiss
First time having ***
First time realizing it hurts when someone uses you
Second time
Spending days crying

So I guess this is 19
Seeing your body as a work of art
Going to movies
Eating dinner
Going to concerts
All by yourself
And enjoying it
Getting more tattoos
For no reason other than I like them
Sleeping through the night
Starting to write again
Standing up to your fears
Speaking up
Speaking your poetry in public
So I guess this is 19
I'm so glad I made it
 Feb 2017 Poetic Thoughts
D
Who else could make love like you?
The answer -- me.
I made a funny talking to the lover ^-^
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