They aren't stupid Stupid things don't bother them Turn them inside out Mutilated they're They don't regret anything It's their way to great fun They aren't stupid Stupid things don't bother them They don't let anybody bring them down When they can do it themself They aren't stupid Stupid things don't bother them
If you come in the Rain, bring me the scent of a Beautiful Rose. Add to it a few drops, of your Poetry and Prose. Bring Me your Wisdom, Beauty and Passion. So I can drape them around, with Gowns that are in Fashion. Bring in the Storm, Lightning and Thunder. Till Heaven cracks, the Hell that's Under. Bring Me all U have....My Dear, So that I can get a bit Stronger. Then Our Midnight Sessions, can last a bit Longer.
Sparking fires of others' interests Doing a puzzle with changing artists Finding personalities of a falling forest Knowing what stands above and before us We don't know We can only assume A stigma surrounding My heart is pounding In fear of being judged for sounding Crazy or irrational I'm going to tell you all No matter where or why you fall I'll wait and help you crawl Back to your success
This is my first poem published, so it's not very good. I write A LOT of poetry (like 60 pages on an online document) and I'm going to post a quite few.
devouring fires the sky's made vast ask eternity to heal from those whom desire bleeds the smiles decaying the universe filled with the remains of stars use days embrace to melt those with glass hearts with a haunting mornings breath time concretes over life's color bring and give While I lay here dead
So you think my storm is done at last? Just watch and wait till summers end. When, with a quiet rumble I return. As a single jar of lightning left. To speak the words of thankfulness. And to spark one more glorious storm to pass.
Nothing lasts forever. But for one more year. I'm just a notherner bringing one final southern storm to pass. God give me the strength and focus to do my best.