You are the luckiest when an artist loves you
For he or she will make you their masterpiece
In every way that they can
That others cannot
Yet, you must have forbearance
Whereas an artist will always have problems
Something will always be imperfect
Something will always be missing
You have to know what right words to say
For them to keep on going
Whatever it is
A painting, a poem, a novel, a song
An artist is good in a lot of things
It is their masterpiece
It is what keeps them alive
And you are their strength and inspiration
To make magic with their minds and hearts
By their mouths and hands
But, I can assure you,
You are the luckiest when an artist loves you

As a writer each face I see in passing
Each businessman hunched over his computer
Each little girl in a pretty dress
Each hurried parent running fingers though tangled hair
Becomes a character in my head
A story to be created and molded

Green eyes become fields
While blue eyes become oceans
Each feature is a description in a story
That I may one day write

Don’t ever think for a second you are safe
Don’t think that I only use stranger’s faces
Each person I meet is a character on a page
Three dimensional until I find a pen
Your skin was the color of mocha
Hers the color of milk

Her eyes were geysers of blue and green
Yours were the Earth from which flowers grow
We were an 80’s love story
That could never last

SLAM SUNDAY

Hello friends today I m writing this letter small imagined poetry.
           what is life about to say....
    
        !!!what is life all about.  
To offer yourself to someone for smiles,
To share someone’s grief,
To have love in your heart for someone,
This is what life is all about.

Granted, we are poor, by the standard of our pockets.
Even so, we are rich at heart .

Perish for love that is Life,
Crave for spring that is life,
This we believe, though others may not,
That this is what life is all about.

Relationship between the heart and the hearts trust,
The name of love lives on because of us.

Even if we die, we will be remembered by someone,
That we will smile through someone’s tears,
A flower will tell a bud, on and on,
That this is what life is all about to say friends feel it and love it..

           keep smile always give happy and be happy

It’s me and no one else.

It’s my business and only mine to know.

It’s my life and not yours to judge.

I’m being selfish right about now,

I’m 20 years old, turning 21 in 3 months

I’m thinking about myself and myself only.

Get a coffee
Light up a cigarette
Write
Get published
Become famous
Get bored
Write again
Write again
Get more bored
Write, write, write
About boredom
Become miserable
Write
About misery.

Die famous
But miserable...


-- Eleanor

I've written so many pieces
about how i long for you
and how i want to be near you,
how beautiful you are
but all these verses are simply pathetic attempts
to make sense of my feelings
and each poem
is just another version
of me saying *I love you