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.
Why do we remember things
Found from the finer places
that regulate moments in time
An inkling where we dream again
another day a month of years before
Some seek space as stillness binds
Through therapeutic methodologies
To think this is with love from art
in the beauty of our hearts
What qualities can a memory bring
A way to rise above that flow of life
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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.
the sky is vast
ask eternity to heal
whom desire bleeds
the universe surrounding remains of stars
use days embrace to melt the porcelain glass heart
A haunting mornings breath
time concreting life's colors
bring and give
While I lay here dead
It's something that no one else can compare
It brings out my worries and pains
If only you knew how much
You make my stomach flutter
I can't help it
Falling for your smile
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.
What doesn't **** you
Makes you wish you were dead
That taste of the edge
Latches onto your bones
And grows like the mold
In the plaster basement cracks
In the pit of my soul
That grows deeper and deeper
And I can't take
The heavy weight
Of my own screams
And my buried mistakes
One more moment of silence
Might as well shatter me
I'm a porcelain doll
With a fragile disposition
Easily offended and losing friends
The loneliness is haunting me
Animating the skeletons
I sleep beside
I'm too scared
To lay in my bed
Ever since she left
So I make my home
In a nest of scarves
And support myself
The best I can
But the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up
I'm the furthest thing
I do my best
But since when has "best"
Some of the lyrics of the actual song Drown are weaved in here; or more I weaved my own words into the song. Just doing some experimenting here.
Fill your heart with kindness
Fill colours in emptiness.
Good thoughts can make your life happier.