"inspirerer" poems
I Love You
Three simple words they may seem
But a myriad of explosive feelings are welling from within me
My heart finds that comfy spot in my throat again
I’d bleed for you
Does anyone know what that means anymore?
I don’t think so
I can’t breathe, I can’t sleep, can’t take this place without you
You… You’re ******* Beautiful
And I’m not talking about those skin-tight pants or those perfectly shaped *******
I mean there’s a true beauty behind those sparkling eyes
Something that can’t be taught, only learned
Through pain and loss
Why couldn’t I have been there?
You’ve had to catch yourself this whole time
As the world swirls around ready and hungry and eager to devour
Ready and hungry and eager to maul you and change you
And beat you down until you can’t remember why you even bother
To rise to wake to try
I’ll be that reason that reminder that inspirerer
The one you need and want and can’t live without
Cause I’m there
Always
I’ll protect you and guide you
I’ll calm you and find you
Lost no more we’ll keep walking together
Lost no more we will make a new day
A new time
**** this place
**** these fakes and cons
And rapists and “friends”
They don’t love you can’t you see?
Walk with me
Walk with me and I can show you
Walk with me girl cause’ I am unforgettable
I am the last kiss before a nervous teen is out his lover’s window
Scrambling homeward bound as the last of night tries to hold back the sun
I will not fail you
Walk with me
I can carry you through the night
The storm
The next shot to the ribs
Walk with me
Do you get what I’m trying to say?
Are the lines beginning to intersect
As axons fire away in busy neurons?
I Love You
They’re three simple words
And alone they are nothing
Like me without You
I know you feel it now
This pressure this light
This ecstasy welling within
I cannot I will not be silenced
The world will plug their ears
And I will scream until I’m blue
I Love You!
I don’t know what to do or say
And I’m spinning and running skipping jumping
For you to just see this thing I hold
It’s right here in my hand
It’s Love
And it’s for You
I Love You
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 6:39 PM UTC
jeg synes, jeg er den mest inspirerende person i verden. jeg kan alt muligt. jeg kan tegne, jeg kan skrive, jeg kan læse mine egne tanker, ikke altid fejlfrit, men mine følelser får jeg i hvert fald nogenlunde forstået, og jeg ved, hvem jeg kan lide og hvad jeg kan lide og hvem jeg var. jeg synes, mine følelser for hende der jeg på en måde elsker (det er i hvert fald det, jeg har læst mig frem til) er mere interessante end hende, det synes alle andre også, det ved jeg, det synes jeg er fornuftigt at synes, og jeg er fornuftigere end dem. jeg har god musiksmag og god tøjstil, og de fleste er dummere end jeg. nogle gange ønsker jeg, at de ikke ville være så dumme og uforstående og stabile, og nogle gange har jeg ondt af dem, fordi de ikke inspirerer mig, med mindre jeg tænker noget om dem. men så skifter jeg mening igen, jeg skifter mening, fordi jeg er glad for at jeg er sindsforstyrret og kan læse tanker og se mig ud af alting og rive mit ansigt fra hinanden og skabe kunst af de hjerneceller, der
ryger med ud.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC