#rarely
i dread talking the truth,
letting those words flow out
of my brain
and out my mouth.
it's seldom.
i dont speak my truth,
i am never honest
with my real feelings.
wont it just hurt people?
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
Before you arrived in my life,
I rarely used to talk.
But now, I talk a lot.
And I talk only about you.
Before you arrived in my life,
I rarely used to share.
But now I share everything.
And I share it only with you.
Before you arrived in my life,
I rarely used to smile.
But now, I smile every second
And I smile just coz of you. ❤
~your smiling queen :)
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Often, the sombre emerges
Rarely, the world shines
Often, the story is told
Rarely, it comes to life
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
Does the true being of self to consciousness cling
Disappearing suddenly when reality so elusive sings
Pride covet words in anticipation of the ultimate ascension
Daring to imperil it all for ink and pen
Ignoring the warnings
A poets world rarely mentioned
We discard with little effort what imparts to us conventionality and vague interest
Desiring instead to reminisce on that which tortures and haunts us
It is by choice we reside freely and roam in unknown dimensions
Artists of our experiences
A poets world rarely mentioned
Many will condemn with ridicule and scorn
Those who exist in the universe of the word
As we climb the stairs to the dreamworld
Closed to those deficit in imagination
Only the ingenious may enter
Virtuosos of the mind and heart
A poets world rarely mentioned
@ copyright Tammy M Darby Dec. 29, 2018.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
the thing about us is
we're on the verge of something
something beautiful? maybe
something disastrous? maybe
the thing about us is
it wasn't always like this
how could i have known
the day you told me your name
that someday i would always remember it?
and you were there
you were there when i cried
you were there when i laughed
you were there when i had all the stories
so i am not used to you being absent
and i was there
when everything was unfair
when the world seemed to hate you
when there was nowhere left to run
and in the way that things are
it all got messed up
the very day i stared at my ceiling
and i knew that it was you
and the thing is
it rarely ever works out the way we want it to
it rarely ever gives us the chance
but if i was allowed
if circumstances were different
i would have found you again
and i would have told you every word
and i would have drawn every line for you
but the thing is
i will stay where i am right now
i know where i stand
and it is not by your side
holding your hand
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:04 AM UTC
I can barely make her laugh
I am rarely the reason behind that glamorous smile
But that is okay
As long as she's laughing and smiling
That is enough
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC