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I’ve always wanted the mountains
The cold, French love, and fresh snow
Rain, writing as my passion, pale and
On my own

You’ve always wanted the warm beach
The rays of sunshine, Spanish romance,
The sand between your toes, with a
Family and God by your side

I’ve imagined a family, as I’ve gotten older
I’ve imagined warmth and people
I’ve learned to be faithful and to love
A romance of a new language, waves
Crashing into me with more force than
I can stand

Your dreams became mine, my dreams became
Your lips on me forever. Rings that
Symbolize more than pride and wealth
Children that look like you
Warmth in the life that has only known the cold
A future with you
My fox of the hedgerows has silver white fur
a sleek and dangerous cunning cur,
nails like needles, teeth like splinters
I’ve heard him howl these many winters
Frost can be many things-to me it is a fox
You feel for the bad me
The one that smoked , skipped school
Gave up on her dreams
Gave up on herself
It may just be a coincidence
But why leave when I wanna be better ?
Why not stay to see
What I can become
We can become ?
Healing
They say your heart skips a beat, is it true?
Sometimes it feels as if mine adds two
I think you can read me by the look in my eyes
These feelings fly, just as birds in the sky

The leaves and their changing colors
Are no match for you my lover
Rest your weary eyes upon my soul
Let’s fade to black just like coal

Let’s plant seeds to grow flowers in our hearts
Or run away somewhere for a fresh start
Please do try to understand
I’m broke and may never be a better man

So when the rain drops begin to fall
Try not to make yourself feel small
Look past the darkness of the night
And I’ll tell you everything will be alright
The ghosts have gathered at her bedside,
Speaking with leather-bound tongue,
Quiet you, your flesh so fine,
What more have you,
To long for?
compromise,
separate

take the time
to realize

there's a point
of no return.

there's no reason to

drag this out
and dig yourself
a deeper hole

compromise,
separate

rationalize
and grow.

there's no sense
of urgency

but you need
to know

broken pieces
always shine,

you're not alone
in this anymore.
Mask up or they'll see.
They'll see what you hide,
what you try not to be.
Don't let them in.
Don't let them win.
Do not show them the person within.
my blood is warm
when it spills
drip—ping
down
my
thighs
my heart longs
to speak words,
secrets of
the flesh
but instead
she just weeps
and pounds against
my ribs, her cage
and my stomach
is wet with her tears
i always have felt that i feel emotions that i will never be able to confess properly, that no one could possibly understand what i feel. it feels like hands around my neck, that thought.
Their eyes
Will always
Look down
On you
Their hearts
Will never
Change

So warm
Your hearts
In solitude
A hearth
Of poetic  
Flames...
Traveler Tim
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