which to live,
And I envy the stars,
For they have beauty even in there death,
I envy the plant,
Content to give and take only what they need,
But I mourn for us men with hearts of lust and greed.
I envy the sun for its endurance and the mountains for their hight,
And the wind...
can i have a small time of yours, just little.. few minutes..
i sign up here around a year back to share my story with people and i did. i expected people will help me out from my heart broken stage and yes to maximum extend people helped, thanks a lot... then i began...
through hell and gone,
full many a live hard mile.
left dead and love unsaid,
left many a rootless child.
got unknown sons
got soldiered into life.
got taught to do our sums
in dust and blood and strife.
we don’t believe in any
kingdom that can come.
SHE entered my life like a beautiful breeze, yet i knew that someday she would get up and leave. i wasnt despondant and i wasnt too sad, for the times that we shared i was ever so glad. she knew me and loved me for all that i' am...
sends her embroidered hair
to streaming like wild creatures dancing on spring breeze
she runs her fingertips along my cheek
and with the measured and carefully tender kiss of her smile
she releases me to wander the sunlight
and seek the turns of phrase
seek the true words that...
and words fall out.. a jumbled alphabetic chaos that only few can sift thru to fully understand. The letters from my words strung out in front of him like a jigsaw puzzle waiting impatiently to be solved. My skin feels bare, scaly and freezing cold. Vulnerability has never been...
Mom's blood, the red tide runs. Thickly flows blood so sweet, driv'n forth by subtle beat. Honey combed through body rest, spilt forth from sundered breast. Treason met on that day, with new force found she doth lay, by my hands stained deep red. Mother dearest, she is dead...
His hands are on the Jacket
The Jacket that I gave him.
My note is in the pocket of the Jacket.
Glass is on the Jacket
The jacket beneath his hands
My hope is in the hood of the Jacket.
Rain is falling on the Jacket...
tree,All set to fall to liberty,But only one can shoot a root,For nature plants a selective boot,And liberty for most is death,As husks the acorns come to rest,Most fallow in their one attempt,To grow beneath the canopied tent.One acorn’s future though is bright,It’s...
Cradling your heart,
Hoping to feel that fading pulse
Before I fall in love with dying.
But decay is seeping through the cracks,
So persistent that resisting
Becomes a love of destruction.
So I'm left to fall and sink into the pavement,
Wondering which one will cave in...
Some name me poet, I do not so myself. Many thinks I am so and call me a fallen demon with poetic soul.
Perhaps they are right, and perhaps they are not... what I do know though is that a poet is one that is full of feelings and ways to describe this world. How the cresent moon...
my language with whichI connect to the world,Life inspired,brushed on canvasfrom a palette of colorsa rainbow, a mixture, a blendof countless combinations, variationsfrom a pen stroke.You,crafter of words whichI createfrom collective awareness,my perceptive observations...
him as he was
trying to look angelic on a boatload of sinners
hes chained to his uttered story despite its flaws
he wrote it with the ink of despairs wisdom
despite knowing despair will lie to you as often as its dark brother fear
he carved his fate in the slippery wet stone of...
thanks for writing.
I got busy,
it got crazy,
fell in love
then we got lazy,
lost your email,
missed your message,
filter bumped you,
needs an edit,
I feel guilty,
fell so far
I'm scared to face you,
****** my phone up...
with my hand in yours
with my heart in yours
you will see
the truth of loves knowin
you will see the beautiful truth of our lives joined
breathing as one
give yourself to me
you will see
It always has been just you and me. maybe i'm putting a smile in my face, maybe i'm laughing so loud as possible, maybe it seems that i'm happy, but there's just you who knows that it's not. who knows me right, who understands me. sometimes i see things reminding of you and there...
The air a murmur -- tremulous:
To be salt-stained and caressed, but
The tears would just dilute it.
There are no words for this hatred.
The sky is just to scream,
And I'm pregnant with your emptiness --
But this metaphor is a shattering mirror,
And I'm just an...
hope you all like it
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay
I believe in a second chance
I believe in a...
Your yellowish words,Like puke on my shoes.You have refusedTo let the birdsPeck out the headlinesOn our newspapers.Their appearanceIs like dirty diaper piles'.Do not return.Stick a cactusDown your throat.Let whiskey burnAnd erect usTo sail the Styx boat.
with a road running its center
fields of wild grass and shrub border its sides
above the sky has forgotten the sun
under the swift grey silent river of storm clouds
it will rain any moment
the air is thick with its taste
a mass of small birds suddenly take to wing
And I'm strapped to the teeth
To save a sweet soul
Don't ever don't ever
Question my role
Don't ask her to swallow
Cause I'll kick in your teeth
Don't pull out a switchblade
Unless you want to be stabbed
And if you are smart
You won't dare make me mad
I would not go so far as to convey to the world that I am a poet but I'm certainly a kindred soul of sorts in spirit. You see, I do write poetry, however, my poems are simply not up to snuff. They lack the ease, distinction and eloquence that real poets possess. This unpleasant...
Waiting for the day to turn into darkness.
The quality of the time spent with yourself is a jewel to bear.
And the gift is intended for your eyes only.
Lonesomeness may creep slowly into your bed while you sleep to be closer and warmer.
When you awake, the lonesomeness is...
Poor lost soul
You look so young
People say your life has just begun
Deep inside you feel so old
You'll be ok it'll get better in time
You drown out the words
Too many times you've been told
Poor lost soul
Turning to the blade in the draw
Behind your long...
in the world
but the world
she should know
Daddy loves her
rock of crack
'cuz there's no
rock of ages.
Hand to hold...
Tears on a tin roof
The fiddler sat
Upon my roof
He had no feet
He only had hoofs
He played his song
Of make believe
He wore a lie
Upon his sleeve
His evil tune
Had me dizzy and spun
Believing he was
The ritious one
Cast a spell upon my
To leave all of my...
Which way's up and what lies down,
With no one to blame?
Who's the lowest of the low,
Who can justly define the way,
In which others should proudly sway?
You see, "love" is patient.
"Love" is kind.
But their "love...
Memories resurface; a mist begins to form,
Therefore clouding my sight, judgment
Spiritual essence still breathes; knowing of one;
Lost in all thought – silently breathing; listening
Determining all factors; feeling the wave’s crash;
Thundering terror breathes in the...
remark of the world washed ashore
written with the driftwood's obscure tongue
its twisted words spun round itself
polished and worn to resemble the bones
of the world itself which birthed it
it spoke of a mystical place over the far salty seas horizon
spoke soft of a place where...
The mental survival
Of guilt and shame
Always the stranger
Never left alone
Confusion and anger
All which I've owned
Breaking its silence
Regardless of costs
Strength through defiance
Or forever remain lost
no voice in the twisting swirling dance of falling snow
no traveller in the dark
no footprints decorate the expanse
the small golden light of the candle in the window
the silhouette of the mountains encasing this quiet place
from which no road or path leads
with no tale or...
You just don't get it, do you?
It's over. It's gone.
God dammit, stop chasing the past.
I'm sick of all of this crap.
If you chase him, I'll leave.
Never to look you in the eyes again.
The fragile strings that hold the two of us together
will be snipped
by my hand...
Hi, everyone. My poetry never has titles, unless it's published, and I have to invent one for it.Anyway. This is my most recent work, and I'd like to receive some feedback, please.Thank you.At noon I am no one,The decline of life,The fifth circle of hell,The filth in the sky.I...
I found a white spider,
spinning a web from my
chest to my belly.
It hung like it was a jewel,
pierced into my navel.
I thought I’d scream,
and tear away the gossamer
threads from my breasts and,
Spiders make me awfully squeamish,
but I picked her up,
and gazed at...
like a beautiful woman
beguiles you from the dark path that
your troubles lead you
the spring air itself seeks to
enlighten and revive
but stained is the canvas on which you
and while they are rich in flavour
the hues in which you are rendered are
filled with traces...
Death is the line between shadow and light,
The flicker of a candle flame ready to go out.
Death is the sweet sick sensation, going upstairs,
When you get to the last step but the last step's not there.
Yes, here too
Is the ugliness of human decay.
The stench, the rot, the cold...
woman is a devil in disguise
In the lies that she keeps, her words r unspoken
Lost in a dream, falling but not broken
As sweet as sugar as hot as fire
Blood courses through her veins like hot sapphire
Shes as urban as hip hop, her love is a dying rose
As unique as a flat top...
So i wrote it in a letter.The front youll see is covered with stickered hearts i placed and the back a teddy bear i drew.The letter are bold typed and capatilized and no errors.I know cause i checked it three times.the beginning starts with hello sunshine and the end goodbye...
I’m like the gray or white or baby blue,
Or one of those other crayons
You never take out of the box.
You’d rather leave the page alone,
Where it needs a color, than take me out of there.
So I get dry and waxy and break
Again and again,
But even then, if someone...
in the midsummer dreamscape she has
woven on our bedsheets with
her photographs and pencil sketches
there is much to be done and little time to keep
she gently sweeps away such frail notions
and with sparkling wonders
shining in her eyes she unwraps the day
special wayhow I feel about youall this time I’ve been writing love poemsto wrong women whom I thought I lovedbut the truth is, they were just mere infatuationstill the moment you arrived and became known in my heart.I know you must be overwhelmed and stirred up crazyfor...
we were there at the empire's fall
watched as its tattered battleflag fell to
the ashen earth of its conquered cities
the weary children
of the empire scavengers in the rubble
of its lofty towers
and its grand palaces beaten down to hovels
our glorious empire...
My life is a lie
My heart is on fire
My body is weak
When it come to desire
Say what you will
I believe it all
Every lie you tell
no matter big or small.
I hear what I want
And it's never the truth
That's one fault
I didn't lose with my youth.
Pondering, dreaming as minutes lapse.
The world around is far away,
Though the one inside I have fallen prey.
I have been thrust into a tunnel and emerged aghast.
Before my eyes I see the present, future and even the past.
The colors, sounds and smells are exotic...
drifting down aimlessly
silently one landed in her hair
but her eyes were fixed on the fire
a great rushing crackling tortured sound
as the building burned
we could only stand and watch
can still feel its heat on my face
with the seasons laying a great drift
The angel dog
High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits,
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says he,
"and when he comes he will call for me."
The other angels...