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 Sep 2015 CHANDRASHEKAR
Silence
I don't prefer beginning
And I don't prefer endings.
Because beginning are too hopeful
And endings are too sad.
I prefer the middle.
Because the middle
Isn't the beginning
And isn't the end.
The middle is when you feel invisible.
And nothing bad can ever happen.
It's where
dreams can maybe come true
And life can be blissfully perfect.
It's between
The hopeful and the sadness.
It's when
You feel like he will never hurt you
And you're content with yourself.
I prefer the middle
Because the middle doesn't have to start
And it never has to end.
The wings of the bird
Unfolds to see the sky!
They never get jaded
As the breeze soothes them!
Notes (optional)
No, my Darling
I shan't ever hate you
for being led astray

Yes, pure beauty
I forgive what you do
when I have gone away

No, my honey
I still find you lovely
at your Siren's ending note

Yes, sweet baby
I know parts of you heavenly
this isn't what you wish I wrote



Dear,
            former lover

I did never love you
Tis why the pain's so soft
It was never much a cost
 Sep 2015 CHANDRASHEKAR
JustChloe
Im not a poet
because when lives are on the line
i can't twist words to say what i mean
im not a poet
love is a foreign term too me
i still can't use metaphor too display how i feel when he's with me
im not a poet
all the words i have ever spoken
ive thought a thousand times over
there's too many words i have left lieing on my lips
im not a poet
self expression is still an alien weird to me
how can i express myself when i don't know who I am
im not a poet
and yet
*im still here
Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Hⓔⓐⓛⓘⓝⓖ
Eⓧⓒⓘⓣⓘⓝⓖ
Lⓞⓥⓔⓛⓨ
Lⓘⓥⓘⓝⓖ ⓣⓗⓨ ⓦⓞⓡⓓ'ⓢ
Oⓑⓛⓔⓒⓣⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ
Pⓐⓝⓐⓒⓔⓐ
Oⓐⓢⓘⓢ
Eⓧⓣⓡⓐⓥⓐⓖⓐⓝⓣ
Tⓐⓑⓞⓞ
Rⓔⓟⓛⓔⓝⓘⓢⓗⓘⓝⓖ
Y­ⓘⓝ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓨⓐⓝⓖ.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oblectation means satisfaction or pleasure for you who dont know the word in this poem..
Title is yin and yang...
Panacea for those who dont know that word means a cure-all.. Or healing elixer,, enjoy (::
I have my whole life in front of me.
While this should comfort me, it doesn't.
I know my passions.
I know my convictions.
But will I maintain my sense of North as I continue to the future?
Will I be able to find that place within me  where my values and my passions meet?
Will I be able to use this place as a foundation for the rest of my life?
Theres no absolution.
No security.
I'm at the mercy of life and-
I hope along my way
all of these jumbled pieces of me will somehow all fall into place.
But until they do-
Here I am.
Stuck.
Between who I am now and who I will be.
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