#artofpoetry
Fuel the fire residing in me,
feel the flames rushing through my veins.
Through my pain it let me see,
let me break free from these candent chains.
Let my pen rush past the paper,
passionate words penned down with a poetic temper.
Words aspiring for something greater,
to hold them to myself I could never.
A simple, fiery truth.
Rekindling my spirited youth.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 6:54 AM UTC
No one told me it would last this long,
endlessly throwing logs in to the fire to prevent the end of our song.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 4:02 AM UTC
The song of green and brown,
whispered by the wind through countless branches and leaves.
A touching song sung by many silent hearts,
often perceived as a tender silence.
Captured by nature's beauty and silenced by her song,
moving with the roots as you learn to let yourself go.
Let yourself feel with your lips sealed,
your feet hidden beneath the warm- and cold-coloured leaves.
Leaves that rush by like an everlasting melody of harmony.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Odd looks as your passion seems meaningless,
your way of investing in yourself insignificant too.
Hidden envy of something they do not possess,
continue as long as it matters to you.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
Isn't it ironic how the things that haunt us most are horrid terrible things yet when written out make the most beautiful pieces of art..
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC