I'm planning to change the world. Not all at once, But boy by boy and girl by girl. Touch each heart and move each soul. One by one. I'll change the world.
I was happy before I met you. Content with how my life was. And then you made me happier.. Happier than I had been in years.. I could have feelings for someone again. You taught me to feel and then broke me for my feelings. Then fixed me again. Broke me after. Fixed me. Broke me. Fixed me.. And then dropped me for good.. Like I was some toy in your game. You once accused me of leading you on, of not telling you things.. All along it was you. You blindsided me. I told you how I felt every single time. But you were never honest with me.. Not really.. And now you're okay. But I'm not. And I won't be for a long time.
I've lost my muse. My poetry song. My words don't flow. My thoughts don't glide. What's in a muse? I ask myself. As I claw and scream and ask for help. Release it comes. In poetry. But how can I write without a muse.
not a whisper or a word not the wind not a bird just the turning from light into dark why is it that light has no sound yet makes us hear more clearly whats around for fear it comes and sadness too emotions play *when the night arrives
One to compliment the other. One flowing and graceful, the other carrying on ever downward without a bother. Both beautiful, both powerful in their own way. Under apreciated in this world of money and play. No one takes the time to appreciate what they both can be. Until one comes along and finally sees.
Words come quickly but softly like a stream in the mountains Rolling and flowing but occasionally crashing into the rocks below Each word like a drop of water Without the rest it doesn't flow Over time the stream shapes the mountains and once it's there it's there to stay
I'm stuck inbetween wanting recognition and not caring who sees. Because part of me just wants fame and the other wants release. The two halves of my soul fight quite violently. And it's ripping me apart. I don't know which to feed
The pain is worse than ever and I'm starting to doubt that trying is even worth it anymore. So long ago it was all joy but the joy faded to where it is now.
Yet you still bring me happiness.. How.. Loving you is the only escape I have ever had and though it hurts I relish the chance to feel. Will I be okay.. Will it all be worth it some day..
Maybe I try too hard rhyme.. But that's my style. Who are you to judge my flow Poetry is how I breathe. If you don't like it you can leave. But if you do, then you can stay. And I will read it to you as you sleep And pray that God your soul will keep For staying for me. You're what I need. Thank you
I crave making others feel. Feel sorrow. Feel longing. Feel joy. Feel pain. The rush they get from emotion makes me come alive. Because I have a hard time feeling it alone. I need others to enhance it. To make it come alive. I'm like a parasite.
Would I be loved if my words touched your heart? And spoke to your soul like a dart board to a dart. I want to move you. To change you. To surround you. To bind you. To make you know that someone cares. That's my dream.
Coming and going, like a lucid dream. Ebbing and flowing like a rolling stream. The good and the bad. All rolled into one. The happy and the sad. Give this life it's fun. It's hard I admit but its worth it. I swear. So grab your life by the horns and do what you dare.
The pain of goodbye is the hardest of all. Because the fear makes you weak and dread the great fall. And who will catch you when they're all gone away? And the end of the rope is beginning to fray. Your hope feels undone and the pains hard to bear. And you feel like you are alone left to care. Goodbyes are the hardest.. And leave me feeling darkest.. Help me.. My mind cries out.. But there's no one to hear.. My cry goes unnuttered. And then come the tears..
When the day comes that I settle down. I don't want it to be in some forgotten town. I want to be remembered for what I've done.. And I want to be able to tell my son.. That his dad was strong. That he stood his ground. That he had no fear. Of a raging crowd. I want to be proud of my efforts here.. I want him to know that I had no fear.
What do we live for? Is it for ourselves? Or is there something more. That drives us, that compels. What is the purpose? Of life here on this earth. To love and be loved. And to new love give birth. That's the purpose. And I hope it gives you pause. Because life without love is pointless. No man would have a cause.
When the lights go down and the crowd goes home when the night rolls out and the demons come. Will you hold me through the storm? ..until the peace at dawn.
I'm not sure where I'm going. And I've forgotten where I've been. It's like just one oar is rowing. And I'm turning in circles again. The past and the future are all blended up. And I can't remember tomorrow from yesterday or seem to keep them apart.
Loving you is my drug. I get high off of the thoughts of you I've learned to enjoy the pain Love. Lost. Or never gained. I don't like to hurt. But without it I couldn't live Do you see what a little mess I'm in But I can't. I can't.. I won't. I don't even know how deeply I love
You're not ready. You haven't prepared. You need to be better. Stop being so scared. Don't be lazy. Don't slip. Don't fall. Be careful what you ask for. Be careful who you call.
I'm trying to be ready.. I'm trying to prepare.. I'm trying to be better.. I can't help being scared.. I'm not being lazy the pain makes it hard to walk.. The ground is slippery.. I can't help but fall.. I don't know what to ask for.. I don't know who to call..
To love and lose. Is better than drugs or *****. The pain they cause is temporary. And the pain of love is arbitrary. To each their own. But to me. Alone.
There are readers and writers. There are lovers and fighters. There are dreamers and hopers. There are fighters and copers. What am I? A bit of each. Leaves me feeling like a bit of a leach. I need some saving tonight. Or I might just be none
If I could fly I would sail to the stars. And come back with a way that I could win back your heart. Cause every dream I have comes back to you. But deep down inside I know they'll never be true. Hopeless romantic? Or romantically hopeless. Which one? I wish I knew. But if I'm honest I never even deserved you.
The words fall out slowly at first. And you're scared and worried of the absolute worst. But then you grow stronger than ever Every word leaves you feeling more and more clever. That's poetry for you. And once it starts to flow. You'll be changing lives and they'll let you know
Who am I? I ask myself as I lay down to sleep. And beg the thoughts to go away, And ask my soul to keep. I'm searching for my path in life. The stamp to call my own. And as my eyes drift slowly closed. I feel more and more alone.
Humility they told me. That's what this shows. You're much more humble. Than you'd ever know. It shows a lot of faith. I promise you that. You're getting there kid. You're on the right path.
Yet I don't feel humble.. I feel lost and afraid..
Everyday I walk around. With this pain in my heart. And if you ask me why I'm hurting. Well I wouldn't know where to start. You see you did something to me that changed me through and through.
And if you asked me why I am who I am today the answer would be you. So you see it's hard to drive to the places we use to go. Because inside you're always there. And no one really knows.
When the poetry flows it's beautiful. Unique. Timeless. Inspiring. But when it's forced it chokes. Dull. Gray. Boring. The key to your poetry is the love you give your work. Because with the love you give you get it in return. The words will flow and hearts will turn. If you will only your lesson learn.
All he ever wanted was to be the man he needed to be. To make everyone happy. That was his dream. But the people killed his hope. His last faith in humanity. Like the last strand of a rope. About to break free. Because they thought Temporary > eternal. And that's what they learned in school. But what they should be taught Eternal = only a kernel. Of life on this earth.
I need a change of scene, I'm tired of everything just being green. Why not purple why not red why not even orange instead. The world after a while gets so dull and plain and I can't take the fact that it just stays the same. Day after day, night after night. I don't know how I'm gonna win this fight. The fight called life, that's the one thats tough. And everyday just gets more and more rough.