#expressed
Who asked me,
in my face, are you a cause,
are your tears willing prices, paid
in situ… so far from being thought
no place special,
Ius, to say, just another probable
what did she say, that creature
from my coincidental complexity
colliding while realizing just today,
I know how if feels to be finished,
as a living thing, having been,
taken as granted, just right, once,
just once, and finding that once,
is just where the story started,
generally in the good light.
If you have the wherewithal
to listen to Andrea Gibson, she
tells us all how dying generally feels,
I wager all the tears I ever shed,
she will make you cause love,
she will make you weep,
she will let you know the worth
words carry across time and space,
and determination realization, right
now, is when the ideas we let be seen
deserve to be seen in the best light
we have.
Watch Come See Me In The Good Light
if you have not broken down in sobs
for longer than you may remember,
it is good for the soul… good for the whole
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
When words paint a picture
PAINTING a PICTURE with
the WORDS of IMAGINATIONS,
As your INSPIRATIONS FLOW, and
BUILDS up to a CREATION,
A PICTURE is WORTH
1,000 of WORDS,
From the
OUTSTANDING, and
the OUTSPOKEN
Our craft
needs to be HEARD!!!
We PAINT A PICTURE with
our own EXPRESSIONS!!!
WORDS to ENCOURAGE,
yet brings to you LESSONS!!!
Please hear our VERSES,
For, they bring to
you BLESSINGS!!!
A PICTURE of FINE ART,
THAT we are
VOCALLY EXPRESSING!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/22/2023
Aug 22, 2024
Aug 22, 2024 at 8:40 PM UTC
Do not ever let anger overpower your heart or mind
and you will get to be one of an extraordinary kind.
When anger is expressed in an ignorant or unenlightened way
it causes some door of the heart to close where love does play.
______________________
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
Silence
There is a silence,
Hidden in the loudest chaos.
There is a pain,
Hidden in the brightest smile.
There is a feeling,
Hidden in the backspaced words.
There is a thunder,
Hidden in the calmness.
Not every silence,
Need chaos to understand.
Not every pain,
Need tears to heal.
Not every feeling,
Need words to express,
Not every thunder,
Needs calmness to burst.
Sometimes things are,
Just meant to be understood.
Not to be justified or explained,
Just meant to be felt.
©Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
They left
And
You became
A poet
Expressing
The love
Faked
By time
You spent
For
Nothing.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Maybe I should learn the art of letting go
Life would seem much easier then
If I wasn't hanging on to the treads of my past
And letting them coil around my neck
Maybe I should learn the art of letting go
So i'd feel less blocked
less mystified
Of repeating all my mistakes or have them slither back
Maybe I should learn the art of being free
From the birds I stalk before dawn
Maybe I should start listening to their chirps
Hoping to stumble upon their secrets
Maybe I should stop thinking too much about all the things I do or don't think about
Then maybe i'll teach myslef to put words on my lips instead of paper
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
little longer
a bit more stronger
and so much more
I hope for.
All the papers
I just tore
my dreams not
reaching their shore.
Well before,
so much better
heart sheltered
I, not deserted.
Everything I wore
all filtered
refined to core
expressed.
Could go ahead with
all that
keep quiet
be that
watch and mimic
being sick
in head.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
I die a little bit inside,
every time your scarlet lips broach about him.
Yours,
only best friend.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
*My kisses will be
the droplets of the mists
All over you
Sugary and sweet
like the honey dew.
A kiss, before the sun kissed ray's
falls over you.
In the morning or at night,
No barriers
Just me and you
Inventing new ways of
loving each other
With each passing dawn.
And
I fall in love with you
Everyday, more than
Yesterday. *
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Humor comes in a million different shades.
As mine reaches various greys and yellows,
I admit, more often an inkling than a joke,
I say, "I could die happy, right now."
This life assures me nothing good nor bad.
Blah.
Maybe the next? If any.
I won't take anything away from myself because that would mean,
I have an enemy.
And you don't run from your enemies,
You face them.
So it's safe to say,
I am here until I am not.
«c.h.b.»
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
You acted like my man
Protecting me when I'm harm
You act like my best bud
Comforting me when I needed to
Then later on I'll be left behind
Watching you to walk away
Walking towards the girl you love
A scenery that really torn my heart into two
I'm confused on the way you act
On the way you treated me
You make me fall
And expecting someone to catch
But my expectation fails, because no one did
I tried to pull you out on my chest
Cause you wreck me a lot
But I guess this is how my fortune goes
Though you hurt me more and more
My love just go deeper
My friends told me to forget about you
Honestly, I tried to
But what else can I do?
If this feeling was stronger than me
Now I'm acting like an idiot
Really don't know how can I forget you
Just to escape on this rail you've done
I'm tired of this *****
I wanted my heart to take a rest
Of this Heartache I' going through, because of you.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
I've always contested this theory of time.
This counting of sands in hourglass bottles.
They always said time was in our hands.
But I didn't mind because the sun always rose, always set.
I never yearned to stop it. I never yearned to stay.
Until I met you.
Until I found myself in your arms in the morning till dawn
and it never felt long enough.
Until the words that made me melt into puddles formed time tables that showed a past moment I never wanted to escape from.
From the falling of snow, to the falling of leaves.
The hands on clocks were slowly gripping us by the shoulders;
tearing us apart.
Wars with the one thing we couldn't defeat.
Until kisses could hold time for a moment, we could never get enough.
Inserting coins into machines so that maybe hope
could fall out of the slot into our empty palms.
Once the days got shorter as the air grew cold,
we had to dig up for good memories to keep us holding.
Your skin had already been traced by my fingers,
your lips had already been pressed into mine.
there was nothing keeping us together other than not wanting
to wake up alone at the sound of beeping alarms.
To wake up calls tellings us that life doesn't stop for anyone.
The cold coffee that tastes as bitter as remembering the battle with passing minutes.
Some battles are meant to be lost.
We lost this one, we were left with learnt lessons.
I never bargained for lessons in the first place, I wanted to be left with you.
Wars are temporary. We we're supposed to be forever.
But once again, forever is controlled by ticking hands.
And ours were never strong enough to resist it.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
It has been sometime,
Since my pen has hit paper.
Since my words were expressed,
By voices unwritten.
It has been an exodus void,
For my heart...
Has made its collision.
Pain rips through me,
When my words are written.
To the page.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC