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CE Uptain Jul 15
I drink; therefore I write
I write, therefore I am

Words that can’t be spoken
Must be read with an open heart

My heart bleeds words
I am a poet at heart

My pen writes the truth
The truth comes with pain

The thousands of words I’ve written
Are only tears on the page

A hopeless romantic
Makes a good poet

Love is a teacher
I have failing grades

Only death is permanent
Life is just a temporary dream

Love is a fleeting sunset
I live for the night

Dreams are for the dreamers
Reality is for the wicked

Time is for everyone
No one has the time

I am a heartbeat
Skip to my Lou my darling

The past is a place to stay
The future has no vacancies

The winners take the prize
Second place is the first losers

We are all crazy here
It’s not a contest

In my mind I’m a hero
Time loves a hero

A lost soul is a disguise
Only a fool turns and runs

Life waits for no one
I’m already too far behind

If I only had a moment
I could tell you my heart

Tomorrow only brings today
Yesterdays are long gone

Darkness balances the light
Sorrow weighs the heart

Youth is a fleeting dream
Old age is hell

Mysteries are to wonder
Nature is to wander

I can only speak for me
A speech is for everyone

Sentimental values tax the heart
Letting go is the price

I can only write what I feel
Poetry shows my soul to all

I thank my muse
For making me write





I thank my fellow poets for being there. I know you pour out your hearts and bare your souls. I feel your pain and I respect your words.

With passion and heart; **
Sorry for the length of this one. My muse said it had to be this way.
Sophie Chen Jul 9
I have
memorized you,  dear muse, each wavering eyelash that
casts shadows over fair cheeks,
The rythm of your steps to the
algorithym of your life
The pace of your breaths, quick  lovely, lively

yet you remain lifeless beneath my brush on cloudy days-
your voice eludes me, presence evades me,
Rain seeps through your hair like cold sunlight dappling forth,
thin strokes
murky paints and effusing-

red flames.
I watch how limerence tricks you
to take their hand,
why.
not.
mine?.
You
smile
laugh
and love
leaving me behind.

For I will always be the besotted artist,
and you,
my beloved muse.
Only the *******
of the vilest of muses.

Made of clay,
sculpted by pain and grief.
Hope paints faint strokes
of colour here and there.

Made of mud,
moulded by fear and memories.
Love draws childish details
no one else could see.

Only the *******
of a crooked muse.

Made of dry sand,
we are destined to be destroyed
by our own very essence.

Only the *******
of a sadistic muse.

Like the breeze that begins
in a butterfly’s wings,
turns into zephyrs.
The absent words of yesterday
turn into clay.

Only the *******
of a cruel muse,
and the foolishest of poets.

With souls craving water,
love drowns us in an oasis—
yet pain forgot to sculpt a throat.

With hearts craving answers,
hope drowns us in a crowd—
yet fear forgot to mould ears.

Only the *******
of the evilest muse,
and a poet too much in love.


[Another recurrence of The Unwritten—spilled as art.
Raw expressions from an overwhelmed mind, and a trickster heart.]
What is the poet without his muse?
Words with no meaning, echoing aimlessly in a cave that vomits back the same nonsense it hears.

Oh, but what is the poet with his muse by his side?
Nothing but a slave—one who adores his chains, who crawls in delight and turns each lash into beauty.
romgur73 Jul 6
You're hot and cool, you are my muse
You hate tattoos but you like *****
Your shape is awesome, you are fit
Your belly's ripped a little bit

All dudes are sad coz they are dumped
They've been rejected so they're numb
All women hate you coz you're great
They are so sad, it is their fate

They hate to watch how all the men
Look at your **** and chest again
But you don't care what women think
You've come for joy and other things

The Earth is better when you're here
Enjoy your life without fear
You are the best, do what you want
Dance like a crazy, coz you're young
Traveler Jun 29
At the quantum levels
the wormholes connect..
Muse is but a solar radar
where particles redirect..

The patterns open
in a dopamine state..
Brilliant thoughts
begin to race..
Write them down
before they fade..
We are merely antenna
in the bio waves..
Traveler Tim
alex Jun 27
Frozen beauty
breathtakingly
preserved in his
running watercolour,
rough charcoal,
faded photograph film,
A beauty forevermore-
stilled yet alive.
Lord Aconite Jun 15
"I killed someone"
I cried
The Dreamer
The Wanderer
The one whose imagination
Rivals that of the Gods
I never meant to
I just wanted more control
Being a dreamer as it downsides
Determined to be disciplined
I trained
But in reality
I was killing my creativity
It happened so suddenly
Is what I tell myself
But I felt her dieing
Saw all the warnings
But I never fought for her
I watched as she slipped away
Tears stained her flawless face
"I forgive you"
She uttered
At that moment
Something died within me
Irreplaceable,
It can never be revived
My Muse is forever dead
And I eternally locked from it domain
Someone new took it's place
Mitra Jun 13
Graceful sway of her long, elegant fingers,
The hypnotic smile of her sweet face lingers.
Her favorite songs are burned into my brain—
An addiction so strong, it drives me insane.
“That’s not very poetic,” the bird laughs.
“Truths are more often than not chaotic,” I say.

Then the bird takes a leap, and up she goes.
I chase after her, for she has given me hope.
I realize that it’s selfish, that it’s scary,
But it’s also just part of being human.

She’s an artist stuck in a spiral of despair,
The fallen angel sleeps in her lonely hair.
I pray to God, “Please let me be there.”
Even if for a fleeting moment,
Let me be what her bleeding soul requires.

The morning sun takes away my breath;
The freezing cold brings it back.
“Ironic, isn’t it?” the bird flies past me.
“If that’s what it takes to make you laugh again.”

I took refuge in her voice; the warmth kept me safe.
“A step towards nirvana,” I said.
“You don’t sound very convincing,” the bird chuckled.
I’d let you have my heart if that’s what it takes to prove my words.

The sun went down, and the moon hid herself,
But I kept chasing after the unknown bird,
Hoping to get another glimpse, to add her presence to my dreams,
Hoping someday she’ll hold me tight and never let go.
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