late night/early morning diners.
pancakes and talks with friends.
sneaking out and being teenagers.
pounding venoms and sitting in a chilled car.
these are the things I live for
O' heart, I wonder how
you can store
so many different
emotions of ours
in just thy four puny
while pumping away the
liquid of life
O' heart in you we
but side by side you can
In you we find the
emotion of happiness
but side by side you
When you cease to beat
many plans you thwart
May God protect the
young human heart.
And while some O' heart
you hold dear
some make you skip a
beat in fear!
O' heart but we find in
you as well
the vile emotion of
Such a potpourri of
emotions in you dwell
Help filter out any wrong
ones for you and me!
A mere four chambers
indeed, but spacious are
whomsoever in the
world you may
But in the end forget not
atleast a single chamber
for its Creator, to
The creator of hearts
More than that deserves.
all is calm in the world
as i sit on the cracked pavement
green lights flash and change
wind of cold rushes around my ears
cold plastic soda bottles rest on the ground.
but all is calm in the world of constant business.
i could feel everything.
my toes as they grip the board
and my tongue as it swirls and tastes the food in my mouth.
and for an ounce of an instant,
everything felt real.
Pressure builds up
We can feel it as it engulfs the atmosphere
Warnings as we walk up and lights click
People watching, criticizing, weary
They know nothing what they talk about, but it still hurts
All the effort gone to waste on something you experienced and worked on
It’s a first time for everyone, but a last time for some.
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
i think i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.
i've got some things i need to figure out on my own.
things that can only be sorted by the passing scenery of a big city or the green of a countryside.
and things that i can't think about when others who know me so well and can tell just what i'm thinking by looking at me are around.
i need to fall into the fast motion picture before my eyes and embrace the chaos that is my mind and just go wild. for i am changing and growing with each passing millisecond and i cannot become who i am meant to be unless i let go of everything i have ever known. the comforts of home no longer comfort me, they confront me. that's how i know it's time to go.
i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.