As poets, we silently scream within the poems that we write, the fervent words permanently soaking into the universe The universe absorbing the reality of their meaning, even if we ourselves may not fully understand yet In every piece of art, the inner soul is revealing a part of itself Big or small, it is there, making its presence known I find this to be very beautiful
Oh mirror I believe you were made to taunt me Few see beauty and peace Most see something they can never be Wanting is a burden Having is a crime What do I say to that? Just give me some time Paralyzed I stare Oh mirrored me Talk to me sweetly Tell me "wear and tear is normal just confide in those who cry deeply" I sigh alone fractured by despair I walk outside and I see mirrors everywhere
I still love it here! Treat yourself like you treat others. Unless you're mean. If so, work on that! :)
We often seek love with mind and logic not knowing that in its world It lets us walk on water, It lets us see the rainbows in pitch-black darkness, It takes us to the moon and back It fills the void In our souls, It lets us plant the seeds of hope In barren lands Don't you see? Nothing in this is rational My Dear! Everything in Love, and its world is Magical...
A pixie a nixie, a fae all day, To these I must say oh me oh my, oh what am I to do on this fine day, this fine day in early may with pixies in the air and nixies in the sea the fae of the day, all around me.