Taylor buus

Mar 2015

Julian C Jaynes

There once was a man named Bobby
Who was bored and needed a hobby
He sat there and pondered
He thought, and he wondered
But nothing came to him all day.

So Bobby decided to write
But none of his words came out right.
His thoughts tossed and turned
And his first drafts, he burned
Because he felt his work was trite.

Suddenly, the room filled with flames
And he knew his first drafts were to blame
He tried to escape
But he was too late
And soon he screamed with pain.

He died later on that day
And his story goes on to say
Take pride in your work
And all of its quirks
Or soon you will leave the same way.

I tend to believe that our harshest critics are ourselves, and that we must learn to overcome that terrible voice in our heads, or else we'll never do what we love.

#fire #limerick #work #hobby

Mar 2015

Jon G M

Intoxicating Kiss

The kisses from your lips
For they are the wine
That have left me intoxicated

Mar 2015

Holly

You

I look at you
And i can see it in your face.
You think you can hide it,
But i see you.

I see the hurt,
The dark circles beneath your eyes.
And the quiet plea
Dancing on your bottom lip,
Too afraid to be voiced
Too afraid to be heard
Because your too afraid to be hurt.

And i just want to take you and
Wrap you up in my arms
Hold you, console you
Tell you things you'll believe.
But you don't seem to believe
Anything anymore.
Because you have been deceived
Far too many times.

So i'll just look at you
And see the pain in your fake smile,
And i'll smile back
And i'll hear the attempted deception
When you tell me your just tired,
I'll say me too.

I know your broken inside,
I can see it in your lies.

Roses are red,
Your wrist are too
Violets are blue,
And so are you.

Taylor buus Mar 2015

little girl

You silly little girl you don't know what you talking about.

You're to young to understand.

She is sick and tired of hearing these things. She does know what she's talking about.

She gathered all the information she could.
She listened when no one thought she was

You silly little girl is no longer called silly little girl, because she lit everyone's words on fire burning the tips of there tongues
With all the information she had gathered she was the little girl who knew everything.

Mar 2015

Lunar

love the rain—love me

you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
it rains
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
you enjoy
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain—
me, my tears, and my pain.

(j.m.)

#love #pain #sadness #tears #cry #happiness #rain #hurt #sorrow #me

Mar 2015

Lunar

love me once, leave me twice

love me once,
leave me twice,
the first
i let it go.
school and friends,
compromise,
you told me
"don't do so."

love me once,
leave me twice,
i knew you,
all too well.
promised words;
a broken heart,
down the hole
i fell.

love me once,
leave me twice,
you left me
all alone.
with lack of warmth
and happiness,
without you
was not home.

i don't really have a broken heart anymore, but let's say i enjoy writing sad poetry because i love to empathize and feel how others feel. in other words, i like to write for those people, especially those who don't know how to express themselves.

#love #heartbreak #sad #depression #life #cry #leave