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Poetic T Feb 2016
My thoughts were upon one moment
When above my head a lonely moth
Did fly. I walked in a line a zig zag
But he still did follow above my
Brow little wings did flutter about.

I stopped for a moment to my amazement
Where there was but one now two did
Drift within the air. Hello little ones I did
Ask what does bring you upon this hour
Floating above my head over my hair.

I walked a while pretending that the
Flickers were imagination not really there.
But where two once were now three glided,
Fluttered above I felt the cooling air.
Why follow me wee ones why do you care.

Little ones who fly with me, I ponder in
Thought yet you effortlessly spiral above
My figure. Can I ask why you do this, could
You cease this. Would you possibly reconsider
As interrupting my remarkable endeavour.

But on I walked where so few had once been
More did collect above my feature, I shooed
Them my arms did wave above my head.
People walking past looked and sniggered,
Great now I look crazy as you do flutter.

I carried on my thoughts still bright, even
Though these above my head you think
It would dim get gradually dimmer. But
A light had gone off and would not flicker.

Then I realised what had caused this action
The thought so bright it was a metaphorical
Light upon my feature. So bright the idea
Did they see, so hovering on the gleam.

I sat upon a bench and out came paper and
Pen, my thoughts now concentrated from
Thought to matter. With that the little
Reflection now emptied scribbled on paper.

Where many had floated above all now
Were dispensing as the light had slowly
Grows significantly dimmer. But one did
Stay it saw potential of brighter, bigger.

So if a moth on a dark night decides to
Hover and you just had a thought.
Realize that these little ones can see
The light and the ideas that flicker.
Styles Feb 2016
My lover, prettiest around.
holding her up, as I tongue her down.
I need her as much as I want her now.
my **** lover, even better than I make it sound.
And when she gives me sum.
I can feel her heart beat.
until she ****, her toes curl like they're feet
feeling so much passion , our bodies in heat
my body going numb,
her treat is too sweet
my hands all over her
so soft she makes me weak
her body all over me
her physique shrouded
with mystique her style
so unique.
An idea is very powerful
It never stays the same
It grows til it can grow no more
Then discharges like rain

An idea is not eternal
For some ideas expire
The ones that dont grow more still...
And spread like wild fires

An idea can change the world
For better, or for worse
A chain reaction follows them
Wherever they go first

The place where ideas show up last
Mostly get credit or blame
Good and evil are ideas too
Yet we use them all the same

So ideas give purpose to mankind
No matter what, the're free
They can be either good or bad
Like the nature of humanity
Ideas can change the world...
Express yourself
Rae Harrison Feb 2016
It must have been a dream I dreamed,
at least it seemed so
because he was here
and I had never seen him so clear,
at least it did appear so.
All his features were figments of my thought,
I thought I caught the hint.
I hoped I knew
better than to
fall in love with you,
the idea of true
perfection.
Don't place the blame on me for reaching out
and I wont place the blame on you for turning around.
I guess I crossed an imaginary line with an imaginary man.
Styles Feb 2016
It started off simple
in a simple place
with a simple mind
that simply needed to make it happen
so it simply did
but it simply didn't matter
how simple became complex
and it simply killed us
and simple moved to next
Styles Jan 2016
I wasted
wasting time, and
reality keeps playing
games with my mind
extra happy
that I'm extra high off life
I'm just taking my time
enjoying the fresh air
thoughts exploring my mind
faithfulpadfoot Jan 2016
I see you
with this idea filling
your head, filling
your eyes with fire,
so everything around you is aflame;
You try to douse it with your words, tripping
out of your mouth like
shoelaces, your tongue
is sandpaper, wearing away
at your lips, but you don't
care;
You are smiling,
And your world is filled with possibility.
My child, to you,
everything is possible,
and you can be anything,
and everything.
Styles Jan 2016
It was with words
    she tore my world apart
    broke my heart with her actions
    bringing me to my lowest point

It was with her hands
    she used to twist the knife
    that stabbed me in the back
    twisted, she was, repeatedly

Imprisoned by me emotions
     I have myself to blame
     for the shame
     of which I am feeling
Styles Jan 2016
What started out with hesitation
ended with a love
that caused a devastating pain
that will last a long time
it scared my heart and terrified my mind
spending a whole lifetime
waiting for the right time
to meet that perfect person
your match, your lifeline
just to find out you were wrong
the whole-time.
Ben Fernekees Jan 2016
todays the day that i watched you
walk away, as I died in my room,
I closed the shades and fell asleep,
and while I slept I dreamt,

I saw how skies could be blue
and realized the sky was you,
clouds drifting, birds dancing,
winds shifting, tranquility ending.

I find it strange how fast things change
for once it rains it’s never the same
but life goes on at the end of the song
I just hope my skies are blue

I watched the clouds grow over head,
I pled and said oh my,
the blue skies have gone away
just as the ground became dry,

The rain begins as I get drenched
and when I clenched my fists,
I got devoured by a mist,
that twists the mind for all of time

tho my mind was already broken
all that was spoken was washed from my ears,
and dear, it isn’t an easy fear
for your heart to not be able to hear,

when your heart can’t hear and the mind is blind
it’s hard to find meaning inside
yourself, making it hard to trust
the one you must, yourself

I find it strange how fast things change
for once it rains it’s never the same
but life goes on at the end of the song
I just hope my skies are blue

I felt the cold of the rain,
accepted the hold of the pain,
took the toll of shame,
and forgave all the blame,

I wake from the dream with skies clear
and realize all that I hold dear,
now that my days finally begun,
I look out and see the sun

I find it strange how fast things change
for once it rains it’s never the same
but life goes on at the end of the song
I just hope my skies are blue
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