A M Ryder 47m
I just wanted you to be happy, truly. I'm just sorry it wasn't with me.
I hope you find someone who makes you feel all those lovely things you've heard on the radio and, I hope you never have to know what it's like to have to try and live without them.
You deserve something you don't have to question.
You deserve to be with someone who is sure about you.
Someone who looks at you everyday with the realization that you are everything they need.
oh, rose addicted lips,
cruel and beautiful,
whisper your gentle lies
and ponder;
what do you despise more,
the ache or the release?
.
How many hearts will cause a man to fume
How many heats must be enraged with fire
How many hearts will a hungry soul consume
How many hearts actually follow their life's desire

How many hearts are frozen without a beat
How many hearts are left buried in the cold
How many hearts except total utter defeat
How many hearts never take off the blindfold

These questions we may never know
until we are the lost wandering souls
in the Styx's black meadow
while loved ones are left to condole
Lily 1d
People frequently ask me,
“Please write this for me?”
“Can you make a character based off of me?”
“Can I be in your story?”
“Will you write a poem for me?”
And every time I get a question like that
I just want to scream,
I want to shout in their ears to
Make sure they understand that
I only write things I’m passionate about.
If it’s not a topic or a character that I am
Willing to put my entire heart and soul into,
I’m not doing it.
Please understand that this art for me is
A release, not necessarily a hobby.
I can’t take requests.
And I can’t control this passion.
what if
instead of sending streaks
we sent "how was your day"s?
social media could be
an instrument of good
instead of an ax to cut people down?
can we try that? (if anyone actually does, my sc is @ethangaskill1)
I CARE ABOUT ALL OF YOU BTW
lX0st 4d
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Illusion is as real
as a moment in hand.
Time passes, intangible.
Illusion is cast

by illusionists.


Are we clear?
Oh yes,
every window
is clean.


Pork chops, ephemeral
in a market's world,
otherwise in wilderness,
form shrinking circles:

cull or be culled.


Are we clear, here?
Oh yes, loud and
crystal clear.

Are we clear?
Oh yes,
every window
is clean.


Allow, then, this question in turn:
-- never mind. Of an offer
of trust, an offer of truth beneath a crust,
you demanded Heaven.

I have no question.
I swear to gawd
she looked at me
as if I'd killed her cat

The killing gaze
my world she'd raze
and that's the end, of that

What started sweet
we couldn't beat
wandering to here

We talked for hours
like sweetest flowers
no doubts and yes, no fears

Imagine my dismay
answered here today
posing a question innocent

Do you would you
could you?
Ménage à trois
my dear?
Hey, it was just a question, sheesh ;D
Isabel Levy Aug 7
If we aren't supposed to fear the dark
Why are there so many streetlights?
If we're supposed to make friends of enemies
Why are there always big fights?
If children are the minds of the future
Why do we treat them like they're dumb?
And if we're all supposed to focus on empthy
Why do we promote feeling numb?


You say what I think, but I do what you won't.
One may try to verbalize this in ways that don't
Always make the most sense, or seem like they're from sound mind
But doing the right thing is more than just kind.

What morals have you when you speak with both sides of your mouth?
One side says good, the other says bad, and you expect me to hear you out?
I watch what you do, giving to charity as you spit on kids,
I know this simple note won't have you rushing to quit.

Being mean and doing wrong becomes a way of life
With every cackle and sneer and grudge, you build up on strife.
Almost as if you're inhaling deep from your nicotine fix,
Preparing to exhale that cancerous smoke always does the trick.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 4
My sweet Jasmine Pearls
has touched the hearts of many
So now I wonder

Would you like more of
free-verse poems about teas?
Please do let me know!
My Jasmine Pearls did great! I'm so glad everyone enjoyed it!
Let me know if would you like another poem like that?
Much love,
Lyn xxx
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