You are my favorite chapter
in the story of my life. Your page is dog eared so once I reach the end, I can come back to you.
Random thought I had. I'm not sure if it's any good.
Words were left behind
on top of the soil where they buried yesterday's bones 2. suddenly, this cold chill that has befriended my spine is now a sense of comfort that I am still alive 3. Grief, it is love, it is every form of love From every story I have ever read it is hope and despair it is the shadow of this rain that follows me home 4. I hope you see that this running clock moves in circles just like we do the beginning of your journey is closer to the end than you could ever imagine 5. If you are looking for me I am searching for that old shadow we left with the sun for safekeeping thinking about burying old love
I am beautiful,
for me, and for anyone -- who keeps it secret.
Outer world no more makes difference,
Inner world no more responds to pain. Fiddleface and I close my eyes, I feel within everything as cold as ice. Why can’t I cry anymore ? Tears just refuse to come. Tsunami in my heart, Yet silent like a grave! My breath louder than a thunder, Thoughts lost in uncertainty , Eyes lost in nothingness, lost myself for eternity. Blank noises from within ? My death?Aye there you come, Feeling cold? Or rather cold hearted I’m buried alive ! - Rose 🌹
I killed me # emotions helped
He'll pour the sweetest honey words
And you'll willingly take every sticky drop Not knowing that he'll take you when the amber hardens And add you to his collection
i dont know why i still reread every one of your poems
If I grew wings
would you stab them with pins and add me to your collection? If I grew fins would your interest in me culminate in a classroom dissection? If I grew muscle would a vivisection suffice or would you first crush my strength within an iron vise?
Inspired by Sandra Wyllie's poem If I Grew Wings (
), whose title and idea I shamelessly stole because I thought it was interesting how two minds could take those starting points and go in completely different directions!
The Joni (Mitchell) Collection
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1692219/a-case-of-you-joni-first-datelast-date/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/957041/write-like-joni/ https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2185836/still-be-on-my-feat-for-joni/
Wrote a whole **** collection
Day before the ending And looking back on recollections I feel myself sending A prayer Into the sky A brief and utter plea To the world that I cry And fly above Clipped wings surrounding A scared little kid Who's looking for some fun In the summer with the others But the children are dead eyed With slack jaws Unmotivated in the head So he writes a collection The day prior to freedom's loss All those cries and prayers Find their way and toss A coin down a well for a lovely embrace As a Summer Kid looks off Searching for space.