I Love to Write Poetry Stories of Experiences

**this poem uses some lyrics from my favourite songs**

Your arms are my castle,
Your heart is my sky,
Being so close
For you to walk away,
Is the only thing that succeeds in making me cry.

If I could,
I would,
Say all the words I had...

I miss you too much
I miss you too often,
And a little more each day.
Emotions were a gamble
The dice rolled on love
I promised myself I would not cry.

To my Beautful Soul

From your Broken Angel.

Hello Precious heart,

I found you lost and alone
wandering never wanting a home
"Brave you are" I say!
you reply "Happy to be this way"

Then why? I ask Am I here? if everything is as...

Which will you choose

When it comes to an end?

Destroy with the knife

Or create with the pen?

The knife its silver blade so sharp.

The pen its black ink so dark.

It's time to choose.

So what will it be?

Create or...

As I stand here ready to fall

Into the waters while people call

In my minds eye I see

What I could never be

I wish for it all to end

But I have one last letter to send

I step back off the ledge...

forever young.... I want to be forever young.... together....forever
and when you told that it's over, my whole world came crashing down
It was the beating of MY heart that ceased to make a sound
You were happier than ever, your...

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This is not the first lifetime we've spent together.
Because our love is timeless and meant to last forever.
Our connection defies explanation and amazingly just is.
I simply know deep down that I am truly his.
It's one of those...

a breeze blowing over me
cold air strangles my reflection in
water below me
current beginning to swallow

head hits the lowest
blood rushes out
punish my every word
I dealt and could not bear without

current moving faster
obscurity...

The land of milk and honey that was promised us has long since dried up.
This barren wasteland is all that is left, scarred by the cancer that is human growth
and shrouded by the byproduct of tomorrow.
I totally feel confident in...

A gently, diminutive,frigid drop of white fell upon her back.
Whispers fill her mind,
along with the muffled sound of the wandering wind.
Her melancholy mind drifts into a distant date in which this same moment occured.
But at the time...

Analysing Your Own Poetry Is Akin To Laughing At Your Own Joke

Here is a lovely poem for Idiots,
Here the lines are, standing in a row.
Every line is neat and fine,
And with the last one, this line rhymes,
Easy, prompt with simplicity...

If I could disappearinto the darkness,If I could fade away
from memoriesand all the livesI touched,would my thoughts still stay?Would I still feel the painof every broken dream?Would I still hearmy unuttered screams?Turning into...

You can let go
I'll catch you if you fall.
You can let go
I'll hold you while you cry.
and as you walk the long lonley hall
ill be there to help you fly
I'll be your strength even if im weak
I'll be the refuge you so desperately seek...

Fast is the secret,
lift brain alone,
glory is master,
from dead that unknown.

Before you prepare,
sing them the song,
hearts will release,
the feeling you know.

As you will travel,
tell me the song,
brave is the master,
kick them to...

Tell me why do I even try
Do I even attempt to tell the truth when it's all a lie
I sigh
And begin to understand why
Every moment with you
Is a moment searching for escape routes
Ways out I can't find
Every time
I want to find the good...

Stand underneath my showerhead and soak
Let the water rush against my face
Reach out and rest my palms on this wall
Conscience heavy, like bricks on a night stand
Place these hands upon my neck
Here I can reflect, here I can fix old...

What I see in myself…
When I look in the mirror I see a girl,
Beautiful as ever on the outside,
But, not as beautiful on the inside.
She has a past that affects her future,
Though the future may pain her like a knife of sorrow in...

Devil’s blood pours over me just as thick syrup warm and vain.
The holy water pierces me like a cloud crying rain.
I’m now on my knees begging at mercy’s feet, while death laughs in my face,
Smelling of war, and defeat.
I cry...

i hope you like this poem i wrote it myself of course lol.

My biggest fear…
My biggest fear is the fear that someday I might lose you forever. That sometime in eternity you may not be by my side. We deserve the same rights as anyone...