"boisvert" poems
to the teacher that held the key to my future
she saw the potential I had yet to discover
wither her skeleton key of education
she used it to unlock a power for me I would learn to use
not for good or evil just a place to start
to help make that change of heart
think about the world as your oyster
it starts out small but inside is
a world of illustrious wonder and possibilities to the teacher that held the key to my future
she saw the potential I had yet to discover
wither her skeleton key of education
she used it to unlock a power for me I would learn to use
not for good or evil just a place to start
to help make that change of heart
think about the world as your oyster
it starts out small but inside is
a world of illustrious wonder and possibilities
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
poetry is all the words we couldnt say
all the emotions we couldnt tell you
all the sparrow hauting our hearts
a wisper of a soul screaming
a ***** of chains
its the song of our aura
the mistakes
the passions
poems are not to be understood
they are to be lived
accepted as so
a way to enters someones mind
wipe your feet on my tolerance carpet
sit on my patience
and let me show you everything you wont understand
watch the soul wisper a scream
its only a dream
go back to yourself
take the poem pill
and invite me in
**
sharon-Rose boisvert
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
theres a place
this place no word could explain
its the most peaceful place
its an escape door
where reality and time doesn't exist
its where time stops forever
when you are alone
where nothing exists
where you are safe
its hard to get in
its easy to leave
it can be nowhere
or it can be anywhere
you create it
but its eternal as much as eternity exists
or maybe its just me
**
Sharon-rose boisvert
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
you
you are nothing that I want
yet I got no breath left for myself
nothing smart left
irrational stubborn love
ive been stolen
i am no one
you stole my life
all of it
from the begining
and
u don't even know me
**
sharon-rose boisvert
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
Usual evening stroll
Stopping by an empty park
hearing happy sounds
listening to joyful blabber
rocking swings here and there
kneeling on the wet grass
closing your eyes
car crashes
silence of the end
heartbeat of a dead city
**
Sharon-Rose Boisvert
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
They came
They sat
Looked deep into your soul
Or so you imagined
They talked
You took it personal
You are now living for them
You are now slave to their mouth
They are your God's
But they only look to you as a plastic object
They told you their small closed mind
They told you that you were not worth their time
But
Who cares about them, right?
Detach
They are animals
You are an animal
There's no real purpose to life
There's no real purpose to death
Be your own self
Detach
Take a bow
And forget them
They didnt cared anyway
Put the crown back on your head
NEVER AGAIN
***
Sharon-Rose boisvert
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
there is a time before time
you didnt existed
the world was still turning
where all the people around you were living there life
a hole in time
different stories
same script
who are you
**
sharon rose boisvert
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
i stepped in the unknown unprepared
trying to keep my sane
giving in a little
testing the water
finding it isnt made for me
hurted by the person i hurted
yet what did i expected?
**
sharon-rose boisvert
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
I loved you
i cared for you
then
something else got my attention
you fade away
i come back
i panick
are you dead
i didnt cared for you
i forgot you
is it too late
i sigh of ease
you are alive
then i wake up
dreams of hauting
you are dead
**
sharon-rose boisvert
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
two doors and a stair away
renewed abusers
the floor was unsteady
the walls so thin
the stairs so slippery
I am numb and dizzy
invisible rope around my neck
half gone
half dead
living in a dream
**
sharon-rose Boisvert
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
it all make sense
going to act
for long i mixed it
its a perfect blend
brick in the face
tomorrow came
its not the same
who was this crazy girl yesterday
whos is this sane girl today
day by day
who was this sane girl yesterday
who is this crazy girl today
no one
she never existed
**
Sharon-rose boisvert
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC