Im the one who goes without
Im made to fein
Im made to deal without
I give up what little i have for certain people
But dont i deserve something at all
Just a little something
Nothing big nothing too fancy
Just something
But i just hace everything taking away from me
No one seems to notice
Im the one going without

A slow and steady crescendo
Of blended melody and rhythm
Grips the edge of reason and
Pulls it softly, toward contentment.
It feels and folds its way through
Storming emotions and insecurities.
Ushering their voices to calm and follow.
Harmonizing against the pizzicato
Of over stimulated heart strings,
It flows outward from her core.
Its cadence steady and sincere.
As it rushes to alter her face,
The sensory orchestra of
Memory, thought, fear and hope
Culminates in the most subtle of smiles.  

She exhales.

This is LOVE.

A poem, that's not a poem
but gets 2 thousands reads
lands on the Daily
and makes my heart bleed
So much fighting, back biting,
such inverted sense
of there own
proliferate nonsense
Drowning out the artful voices
of the souls that bleed
poetic choices
Sitting in their towers
built from dung
measuring  how meanly
they are hung
while many other voices
chime in and you can't hear the truth
crowing inside the din
it's like an ache in a tooth!

Some truly beautiful poems
that will hold your heart,
most bearing their souls
and simply enjoying the art!
Connecting on a level
that cares little for 'hearts'
just waiting for someone to say
'Hi, I feel what you wrote'
Not caring about figures, or charts

Be you one voice under one name
or one voice under many
If one is a vitriolic persona
rest assured the others are just as ugly

I'd have to give HP
a 2/10 this week

Sadly it's impossible to articulate
while being drowned when trying to speak.

Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure

Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****

Squeezed by society,
But not getting crushed.
Morals tested and despised,
Not appreciated,but degraded.
Deeply perplexed by nowadays,
But not in despair.
Therefore do not lose heart.
Nor grow weary of doing good.

Always be hopeful of what's to come.

The fleeting moments
of a sweet exchange
as thrilling as the nightingale's song

Can fill the void
of a broken heart
and help to make it strong

The delicate words
of a maid to a man
and a soft kiss to his head

The honey filled praises
from a man to a maid
which dye her little hills red

The playful fights
which mean no harm
are filled with scattered laughs

And deep inside
the cautious man
finally removes his mask

These little sounds
like bells which ring
like notes on a musical staff

And the mighty king
filled with love
and in eternal bliss

Crowns his love
whom he has no life above
with a long lover's kiss