Sitting by my study's window sill,
Looking at the paper I'm going to fill,
I realize the thing I'm writing about,
May be hell to some but heaven to me, no doubt.
Solitary confinement as I talk of it,
Is surely the place I'd like to sit,
The best place to discover...
its a medium to pour my heart out and write.
I really think I write poems like seriously I think I do. I found write ups in the house and I really can't remember writing them. But guess what I love them and can't believe I did. It looked like an expert wrote them. I'm proud of...
His kiss is like a sweet summer breeze touching my skin.
In my dreams, I am bound to endless wanderings with him….
Through muted space, our souls travel and meet
Intertwined in the energy flowing.
And I am lifted…
Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and...
This hope didn't last.
You broke me too, I collapsed.
I can't trust you dear and I never will.
I was nothing but your little thrill.
I've said my goodbyes before to you
So this time I'm leaving the goodbyes up to you.
It's the ache of the slow agonizing death of tolerance. Intolerance knows no bounds and so will wriggle it's slimy head into everything, if permitted. But the ache will be there, like a breaking heart. All encompassing from both ends in both directions. Like ice and water rip...
For some reason my lil poems are like my paintings. I want it done quickly and heartfelt all at once. Anyway I know it isn't that great, so please be gentle.
When I see you, I smile and say hello friend!
Isn't that what you wanted in the end?
Everything will be fine...
Spinning my perception of reality
Reds and greens, purples and blues
All the world is one orgasmic hue.
Lips to part and spread oceans wide open
Waves overlapping, soothing, massaging.
Heated breath floats down my neck;
Spreading into luke...
I have friends but I don't really want to impose on them to read the stuff I'm writing. That's my problem, I don't like imposing stuff on people. But I can't help it, I want people to read some of the things I'm writing (give me feedback, comments, anything). If you're...
I walk along a lonely path, travel down this deserted street,
In the hope that a kindred soul, i chance to meet.
A friendly face, those loving arms, that certain smile,
Someone to whom i can relate and chat for just awhile.
That one who looks...
Let the tears drown the decadent screams,
Umbrella or not the rain will suffocate me,
Take my breath away with his long kiss,
Puce Water with blood curses,
Adrenaline cursing through my veins,
Envy filled diluted pupils,
My heart pleading for more oxygen,
abused. First try.
Once again I woke up,
In the middle of the night.
Hands on me,
Holding me tight.
They snaked down my body,
haulted at a place.
I lay quiet and steady;
Shame has left my face.
I told none, I was scared,
I was four, unawared.
During the day, any date,
A forbidden love is all I have known,
A cut to deap that cannot be sewn,
I saw the sadness in your eyes,
At that time I wish I had said my good byes,
If i would have known it had to end this way,
I wouldn't have let you dance into my heart like a classical ballet...
Listening even closer
I'm listening To the air
Staring at the wall, staring at the floor
Staring at the ceiling no one's at the door
Thinking about things to come
Thinking about things that are never done
All I hope for right now is just to see the sun
I'm sitting in my...
Such a sweet silence that I’ve found here.
There’s no one here to hurt me anymore.
The pain has become nonexistent.
The agony is over.
This sweet silence has taken over me.
You can’t take this away from me.
Here I can be me.
Here I feel as if I’m free.
Now I am here, I am losing it all
The higher you fly, the deeper you fall
The world doesn't change, I'll be losing my soul
I flew sort of high, now I'm losing control
I stand in front of a firm set of gates
I can almost see how my lifetime escapes
Then the gates open...
when peace resonates everywhere...
When you open your eyes and drink in the off-white walls of your bedroom, glowing dimly as they reflect the early-mornings' light,
The steady tick-tick-tick from the clock above your cherry-wood desk serenading your harmonious...
I feel it first in the shocking coldness of your fingertips against my bare stomach
Suddenly consciousness, awareness
I inhale moist salty air
Colors explodingly vivid but still
Planes hang like stars in the sky
Life pauses as it waits for me to breathe again
who loves tea , her world was full of books , as sugar and spice she has all those thoughts , some are light as air and some are as deep as ocean bed .She is someone whose natural , honest as hell . She is beautiful in every possible way but it's always her own way where it is...
I do, however like analyzing them. And also, I thought of an analogy. I don't know if it could be called a poem or not. But, here goes:
Life is like a Tetris game. It can't last forever. Also, everyone makes mistakes in life and in Tetris. Sometimes you get a chance to fix...
for me but what I see
Is a sea of preying profanity
A profane foundation of faith by daze
faulting me for faulting ways
You point your finger so others see
Looking down your pointing finger at me
A sinning heathen intellectual *****
Your billowed pillar billows more
The silence of screaming trains
Gently pulsating window panes
Crescendos of vibrato
Drumming up a peak
Currents of warmth and
Like water to the vein
Lead their way through
Tips of toes
They swear its for no gain
the Tempest of...
we were once squirrels
twisting our tails rubbing our noses
counting the seconds to climb high again
daring for the dreaded jump
with no branches in sight
just an infinite sky in silence mocking
and a motherly earth nodding
waiting for our bodies to feed her
let her starve.
and kids claiming to be misunderstood.
Damaging to the human psych, breed a generation of youth competing for facebook likes.
Bust out my smartphone and gaze at my news feed, see the usual yolo swag and vines about weed.
New everybody be posting highlight reels of their lives...
and, I can only put them on paper and walk away. I mostly write prose but, sometimes.....sometimes.....sometimes I just can't express myself the way I need to by just writing my thoughts. Sometimes, it comes out all abstract....I guess you would call them poems...
Pushing myself to the corner of my room,
Prayed for long before I sleep everyday for filling the void I felt,
For the days were not complete and happiness was not full,
Felt darkness under the hot sun,
For the need for something I felt in my heart,
For I had everything yet I felt...
the love of the Sun,
two cosmic forces fated
to merge into one.
An explosion of creation,
brought forth from the Son
ignites life from the core,
new day has begun.
Inspired with light,
the Earth turns and it spins,
mesmerized by the Sun,
its glorious friend.
called me to who you yep true I've been a member a week this app is unique I don't feel like freak or a silly old sneak. It's were people like you can talk how ya do. From all walks of life about fun and ya strife. So I'm here for fun so I will give it a run. Hope I made you...
I yearn for you to shed light deep down. Time and again I try and swim out from this abyss but always loosing myself and getting deeper. I yearn for your fervent feeling of light of life. Time and again I'm poised from where I am in this darkness and feel there will be no rescue...
very relieved, you said now you will always come back to me .
well A few years later I happened to run to far , I could not see you. where did you go? we where separated and I was scared, I was picked by By a stranger and left in a Cell. A black thing rubbed across me , "shes...
Today was the day
I had to say goodby
I stood at the casket
With tears in my eye
Gone was the laughter
Gone was the smile
Death took it all
So cold and vile
Then I heard a voice
Whispering so slow
I did not leave you
Yet your letting me go
Please dont leave me here
Ok people this is the poem i wrote for my girl..it is the actual story...stated shortly here...well the girls long gone now..but just the memories remain...it contains the true feelings i had..so presenting to you...
The rains have come and yet again,
Sadness fills my soul, I don’t know why,
alone in the darkness I’m finally free to cry.
I need some excitement back in my life.
It’s not enough just to be a mother and wife.
Is there anyone who has found their true love,
spending the life you've always dreamed of?
I can take hold the knife and gash open my soul
And there's still things about me you'll never know
You'll only know of the things I let slip
To shape and to mold the perception you get
With bias and limited access for now
Your image of me is the one I allow
and stuff when I can't sleep I sent one to the local paper once they put it in. I've always had a way with words. But im not sure if it's more like rap but I write about what's on my mind my brain don't stop:)
The sun goes down
Birds fly back to their nests
The day ends
The lights go off
I close my eyes
Deep in my heart
I see you
I feel you
I breathe you
I hear you
You dont allow me to sleep
You answer my question even before i ask them
Except one, which you never...
rarely show it
and each word
that clickty clacks
from my keyboard
makes me feel
a million anxieties
I lie to myself
that I'll be a poet
when deep inside
I know it
isn't for me
to write a book
or a moving verse
that softens all
their hearts of stone
this chill inside
sun at night
I miss you like a kite
Misses the wind
While in flight
I miss you like the heart
Misses blood when one dies
I miss you like plants
Miss the rain when it is dry
I miss your dark brown eyes
In the light
I miss your beautiful dark brown hair
On my face at night...
just a dream, until it's not.
Reach beneath consciousness,
this fleshed-out reality,
and take hold of a whole new world, no magic carpet needed.
A house of mirrors reflecting
the innermost thoughts of man
where life is breathed into
every throw-away moment,
Take a bull by its horns
What a commotion!
A rose among thorns
A metaphor that bespeaks emotions!
In life we seek joy
The reward seems
like Helen of Troy.
Men fight and dreams
The love becomes forgotten
The love is hushed.
Men and women become rotten
The days of...
and ache, and beat, and ache; retreat
to the lands of longings, fantasy.
Can you feel when your soul speaks?
The walking dead with living grief
lose peace when love and pain compete
in battles filled with casualty.
Can you hear when your soul speaks?
all consumedEvery word of late has been a lieExcept that she is doomed.It was hope that made her keep onAnd hope that made her cryWhat to do now that hope is goneBut to give a tender goodbye.She made it this far todayAnd this long overallTerrible pleasure along the wayBut now it...