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Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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I will love in full surrender,
And in nakedness be clad,
Expose the all, of all of me,
And in doing so, be glad.
Comprise it all together,
Wholly give and wholly take,
And have not even one regret,
If my heart should break.
If you break my heart

if you break my heart
I know I will never forget you
because I loved you once that will never change

if you tell me goodbye
I know that I will miss you forever
the memory of you will never feel strange

if you let go of my hand
I will know it was not easy for you
for if it was then that certainly is my fault

if the words make you tremble
the special words you once said to me  
locked away forever inside my heart's vault


Gomer LePoet ....
 Dec 2012 Lindsay Wiegand
Alyssa
I used to know you intimately
                ultimately
                innately

you were an idea fed and bred within my mind
constantly growing, constantly transforming

recognition of the structure of your face
brought about the most diverse array of connotations

now it seems the threads are gone
the ways your mouth curves into a smile means nothing to me

your gate is merely a walk
your voice is barely a set of vibrations

it is strange how time can heal
                erase
                numb

finally, I am indifferent
I bow my head,
And fall to my knees.
Head hangs in shame,
I've hidden my true self from you.
Battered and tattered,
Cut and gashed.
Lost the battle,
Retreated from the war.
Internal battle with myself,
External war of shyness.
I'm not as strong as I thought,
Only to hide in myself once again.

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