#lifelove
She chooses to live
a life of style ,
A life where her story
Will be told using stanza
Rhyme and conclude in verse.
A story which will be
Written using metaphor and
Simile to illustrate her
Personification as an elegant
beautiful creature
She chooses to be poetic,
Ironically she was still prosaic
Every day of her life
Trying to fake it
till she makes it
She wanted to take the Road that is less travel
The road that diverges
Into two different paths
She took the prosaic
But walk the poetic
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
The moments we crossed were long forgotten;
Slid 'tween my fingers like some fine cotton;
Love you had within, yes I did missed so far;
To be Lucky alas to have had you in my car!
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
If love would have had a face then yours would have been the perfect
If love would have chosen a medium then I would be lonely
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
Stop making excuses
why we can’t be together
and accept all the reasons
why were meant for each other
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
(Sea of Roses)
Just standing on top of the world
Looking at life from a different view.
Angelic thoughts natatorial.
Smile radial, open doors
Allowing me to be a watcher,
Sentry.
Encyclopedic arms luscious
A cupola for the desolate eyes
That fray for true love and acceptance.
My ears are split for their voice of
Unanswered dreams.
I swim in their silent cries.
I sleep on a bed of Rose thorns
A young heart with an old soul.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
You're the angel of my dreams
The hero of my nightmares
You're always there for me
When life's too much to bare
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
amidst all this chaos
life was sitting in a corner
silently anxious
harboring a storm within
waiting for love to arrive
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
The mind plays itself on the edge of a pool, imagining its drowning. The water filled with emotions that embrace the past. The water is ice cold, lacerating the vital organs. The organs represent any hope of love and selflessness. Why do we fall into depth we can't rise above and why do we dig holes that dry us out. Within this pool is a small object circular floating on the surface giving us hope, for some, it's God for others it is a reflection of ourselves the ideal hope that life gets better. If this object somehow sinks we are hopeless and are living in hell. Why live in a state of fear when everything you fear is nothing but the failure of responsibilities. The failure to attain love, the candid dream of a beautiful life. Isn't it a form of torture to be hopeful till your demise.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
The tiny drops of water hanging loosely on my hair,
These eyelashes,
It feels heavy to look through a midnight moon
My lungs collapse in a winter's cold
My tears are frozen on the inside
The blood prints of my feet...
trailing my path,
My present fails as it fades
This heart beats on
As I walk on water,
Into a sunset we call home
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Ticking away as you measure the hours
See the cracks on the wall and the withering flowers
You keep everything in place, you try to make it last
For every grain of sand that drops from the hourglass
A person finds out that time is fading fast
But time marches on forgetting those he has taken
If you think you can stop him you’re surely mistaken
One day you’re chasing the school bus you always miss
Then you find out you just had your first kiss
Then you have your first heartbreak crying from the lies
But time was there for you he healed your wounds and wiped your eyes
Then you find a better one and you get married
Soon you notice you have a child and she grows
Thinking that this was the child that your arms have carried
And soon...
It’s the natural order everything must die, someone passes and their loved ones cry
So spend time with the people you love the most, the ones you hold dear
For you never know your time might be near
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC