Mouths are wide,
Hearts are heavy,
People become synchronized.
Spell it out loud and fear the scream, as you tie knots in your hair and the knots spread throughout your nerves while pinching a vein.
You want to let it out, and run wild and free but you continue dreaming until you snap back into the faceless, crappiest reality of your life, wondering what your supposed to do when all of it's in front of you.

Kiss a empty liquor bottle, light a cigarette, *** the next man on the corner of a street or maybe your piercing your finger to a button that will continue to play feeding your gambling addiction as the rhythmic vibrations game throughout the day.

Starvation on the streets, looking for change to feed the drug addict and we say their bums but then we look for the next common day to acknowledge a mental health disorder as we make fun of them fools running wild with fear and hoping today is their last day unless tomorrow brings back gray skies in hopes to find blue diamonds, yet unable to ever shine.

HIPPITY HOPPITY BOOP,
THE GREMLIN COMES OUT TO SNOOP AND
YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE ****.

TAKE YOUR  HAND AND
SWIPE IT LIKE A CREDIT CARD
THROUGH THE CREASES OF
YOUR *** WHILE YOU SEARCH
FOR SOUNDS
OF A SYMPHONIC
MELODY.

The sound of an oceans breeze upon the shore,
the subline of every hearts broken sore.
Tears drip down my eyes,
and I see the way you move your lies.

the lick of sweet sweat slips down every curve of your collar bone,
tasting every inch and it fills my mouth,
with a salty embrace.

I have been a day dreamer since a youngling,
and will always continue to do so throughout my living days.
happiness comes through dreams,
and when you believe in those dreams
you can really see
your true
reality.

Some days I see myself outbound like an 80's movie...
living life day by day, wondering what lays ahead of the play.
I love life, because of the good and bad, but off course, bad things can't cut it, but we have to get what's bad to get the greater things in life.

No, no silly, i' am not talking about politics, or the crap happening right now...but the adventures in our personal lives that we go through every single day.

Being with you tonight was like two fishes who swam together in lovers hearts, synchronized in nostalgia.
When we lock eyes, emotions spur into greatness.

You held my hand as we walked underneath the starry night, so quiet and dark, playing hide and seek around the truck parked in the front yard, and as i looked back at you, we swung a hug in each other's warm arms along with a never forgotten kiss.

Your kisses, one by one, are always cherished and never forgotten...also when you're leaving to go home, i take a photograph of your lips in my mind, how they feel pressed against mine.

As I walk underneath the pear tree nd lights flashing underneath from the garden below shining unto my minty laced robe of satin, catching your eyes once again on mine in a new pictured memoir.

I love nostalgia, who doesn't?
it helps you feel like you belong...
when no one else is there to help sing your song.

I have been a day dreamer since a youngling, and will always
continue to do so throughout my living days.
happiness comes through dreams,
and when you believe in those dreams
you can really see
your true
reality.

People say, poems are for the weak and vulnerable, emotional and sympathetically uncontrollable whack jobs who have no life and just sit there wasting time.
Well here is what I say,
💀
*******!
💀
People who write poems are the most unique, beautiful beings on this planet, who distinguish their feelings between love, war and pain, where we have no other place to go, yet to express the emotions of our souls to those who understand how terrible and cruel this world can be.
💀

Man to man, takes a bullet through hand.
Woman to woman, steals the knife of a lover
and stabs it into the chest of open fires...
🔥💀
I can smell and taste the fresh atmosphere of dead ashes across the sudden hot pavement in the midst of dismay.
Lovers die and some people cry, isn't that what we are here for?
Angry faces and sounds of a click, click, click that make you think,
who are we and what are we here for?
💀🔥
Time's of change, ****** fingers stretch across the horizon in the open meadows of the blazing hot fire of evil fortresses.
Look into my EYES and tell me that you SEE ME
Of all anguish and pride into all that we breathe the sun of fire of an evil temptress.
The King wears a Crown
and the Devil sits amongst the thrown where he can stomp his ******* feet into the muddy waters of hell and sin...
🔥💀

So tired and sick of the games you play;
I really hope you're not lying right now...
and if you are, some day you will pay!
You tell me you've fallen asleep, but is
that really the truth beneath the breath
you speak?

Things that make me happy and dreamy when the aroma fills the air.
CEDAR,
TEA TREE OIL,
AROMATIC CANDLES &
WARM BUBBLE BATHES;
CHOCOLATE MINTS,
FIREWOOD BLISS
GRASSY DEW MEADOWS &
A STRAWBERRY RED WINE...
CLEAN SHEETS & SWEET ICE CREAM,
FRESH BAKED CINNAMON BUNS
AND A WARM CUP OF TEA...
BRAND NEW BOOKS,

I would have apologized for calling you a little *****,
if you stopped acting like one.
After the argument...you still continue to be a little *****,
but sure, go ahead and turn the tables as if
it's all my fault because you're right and i' am wrong.
You're a little princess walking around with
your high horse and knight in shining armor.
But one thing you don't understand is that if you
didn't carry the possessions you have
then you'd be lost in this world
without a hand.
Little *****
Because you lie then cry for attention,
you seek the pity out of your petty
which has no significance
through the words you speak.

I felt his warm spindle enter my kindling lit fire…
Everything for a moment, turned from ice cold stone
Into a world known that was once untold.
You held me from behind as we entwined our fingertips...
Knowing that it was the heat of the moment...just like
The songs we hear on a summer night radio.
Moments went by, you looked me in the eyes
and you kissed me when it's dangerous...
As you took your last satisfaction breathes,
The moment was true and you knew it too,
Because i love you and you love me….
That’s why it’s another new memory.
you're my soulmate, the perfect match;
forever we will light the patch.

Hello Poetry,
Started off with "You had me at (Hello)"...
A place where we can speak our minds freely without anyone here to judge us merely.

Thank you to the creators
who've made this website,
as for without it,
many might have lost their lives!

Throughout roller coaster emotions
, some days I find it hard to speak,
so coming on here to share with all to see
is something helpful in my mind, you see
.

Hello everyone,
I try to make a poem,
Out of something short and sweet.
But I want to thank all of you for
your kindness and generosity.

Everyone here, has emotions that
vary from big and small...
but all the same goes,
we are unique
and that's what brings
us together as a
wholesome community.

Our lives walk on different paths,
and each time the days go past,
we come on here to share our feels,
to help us spread emotions that cannot be felt.
So ever so kind, thoughtful and emotionally heard...
as I Thank You all
to take your time
to read ones poem,
show's the true hearts
of another poet...or simply
you are here to read...
so I thank you for your
greetings and salutations
as we continue to speak.

bones, flesh and ripened blood
the moon stands strong tonight
as I wipe the tears off my cheeks
that were streaming down a river so bleak.

Cold heart made of stone,
the chandelier breaks as the broken
glass shatters on a marble floor,
ruining it's beauty ever so lasting..
something's changed
for better or for worse.

Tell me now, as the black gate opens
that we're here for something real.
Roses are red, violets are blue,
but some turn to black
when the shade changes its
hue.

Give me the strength
to carry on...as i seek for something new
something fresh, out of the ordinary
and what's true.

Truths hurts and lies create a blur,
both different, but yet the same
substances that will create
pain and all that remains
is the corpses of our
skeletons.

Some time's my heart is made of stone
and some days blood drips down it like
a rose petal falls off it's stems in the
middle of a hot summer night.

I get days where i'm filled with
anger, jealousy and then
grieve myself
within until the morning
seems....
Just for once, why isn't it me?

Is there a curse, lying beneath the earth,
or is it just me living alone in a life
where everyone seems to be free.

I try to be sentimental,
but you keep driving me mental.
Times of change, throughout day to day, see me when
your back again. When you're gone, I see hazes of
a greyish dew, like there's something else that took
over you.

Looking out the window,
I mask the houses through the horizon,
to see a vision so true, that can only be blue.
Bite the bullet, see me from dusk to dawn
Every day seems like another one
out the back of a shotgun.