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 Mar 2016 Viola
Beinghonest
I wonder if you've noticed,
I'm becoming less appealing,
Our conversations are getting very...
Very, boring...
And I wonder if you've noticed,
That I'm becoming less appealing.

You can tell me,
I didn't meant to approach you,
It was a decision made in a split second,
And it seems like my heart's voice was louder than my brain's then:
I'm being honest,
My chest was about to explode,
My heart was a ticking time bomb
And I could only disarm it by giving it a voice,
Converting its electric impulses into sound waves.

But now,
It's been a while since then,
And,
We're drifting apart...
I haven't told you that I nicknamed you zebra because of that cute black and white shirt you had on...
Because,
I'm scared that would just trigger the slow end of our...
Our?!
I mean,
It will make our friendship awkward.
I told my friends I don't like you,
But apparently you like me -
But, I just have a question,
After getting to know me -
Ummm... Have I lost my charms,
Or are you still googly-eyed over the stupid fifteen year old boy that nearly tripped over his own words as he uttered, "You're very pretty"?
I bet she's getting bored, and I feel bad, like I've wasted her time lol :v

-just being honest
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
No one else can take your place
It could never be any other way
Everyone has that precious gene
That is their unique expression of love



Be at perfect peace in all that you commune
Know that you have a place in this scheme
Accept your disappointments with dignity
Using courage to rise above lifes trials



Be powerful and responsible in your world
Choose friends who are loving and joyful
Show all that love is a free gift to accept
A great power sufficient for every situation



So stand tall my faithful friend of many years
As you wait outside the door of freedom
My love will walk beside you to watch you
Live to your highest potential with eyes that smile
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
Courage
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
What is in your heart will always shine  
Even when you cower
Through the storm
Love will see you home
My first post :-)
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
Today
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
The burden of carting your past around
Has made you weary precious one
It's time to set this heaviness down
Keep only the lessons and the love

Leave everything else far behind
You don't want it or need it
And now it's gone you can fly
Free as the summer bird

There are no constraints it's your time
You have no restrictions my friend
So fly as high as long as you wish
And let your wonderous spirit soar
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
Energy
 Mar 2016 Viola
Happynessa
My soul longs to express itself in creative ways
I need to infuse artistry into my life
Naked expression makes me feel alive
Reignites passion to a weary body

Lifes very essence is a remarkable energy
A field that will respond to loving care
Activating a heart torn or tattered
Shielding the soul with love

In rhythmic cycles of balance and growth
Appreciating the gifts within
I seek the highest energy of all
Staying centered in my souls joy
I'm no poet but I know what I want to say **
 Mar 2016 Viola
Sjr1000
We've become a
civilization of diseases
we build
monuments
statues
institutions
thinking death won't ever find
us here.

Our minds are scrambled
our bodies are damaged
our food is poisoned
our skies are toxic
our vices
are forces of processes
beyond our
control.

When we are not humbled
by nature's power
we inflict our wounds
upon ourselves in
the names of greed
and self protection
and no one knows
what it really means.

Fearful of the silence
we fill our skies with
endless noise
babbling on in endless
monotones, droning
while traffic stalls
at a hot stand still
idling engines
idling souls
depletion of every last glimpse
of the past.
Jam packed
in the stench
I am lost today
in
this vitriol
as anxiety, death and desperation
from every corner
screams my name.

That's why I came
to these woods
where the illusion of
peace remains
as
wild fires burn
just down the lane
as you know
as you say
its always been this way
when bodies hung
at every cross-roads
hunger, power, ignorance
and strength
all ran
the show.

I'm sick with
every disease I
know.

I float upon these tranquil
blue waters
and
we are reminded of the peace we all
really can know.
 Mar 2016 Viola
Death-throws
A poet dies not when he looses the will to live
But when he looses the will to write
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