Wrote this poem my senior year in college.. lol Although this may seem sad.. I actually had fun video editing it.. Through my friends and colleagues off as they're used to me...
"haiku's of a madwomans mind"
her silent monologue inside the cage of her mind
leaves fleeting expressions catapulting across her vacant face
like a strange circus act
Tonight I can write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the...
i love to read and write poetry. i especially love Edgar Allen Poe, his poems are beautiful and give me inspiration. i try to avoid writing poetry until i can publish my poetry...
When you're in the clouds
And you realize it's over
Where is your mind?
Are you thinking of
Holidays and cranberries
Or a summer at camp
Where you told a secret
You are more beautiful than the sun that warms my skin.
You are more beautiful than the ocean that cools me off.
You are more beautiful than the flowers with the sweetest smells...
endless space amidst the imaginative vines of my existence
creativity germinates pleasurable life, straddling boundaries
I see as if I am blind to nature's law, and law lusts for...
On this path,
Converge and diverge,
Join and split
Amidst flat stone stairs,
And I walk up or down,
Among superfluous dimensions,
There's nothing better than someone being creative and with own style.Like swimming in your own vibes and spreading them to whoever wanna reach them.That is awesome,pure poetry put...
"Lilt of the Pink Poppy"
Small delicate petals stretching up
To swing from a chandelier of stars.
Although misunderstood from conception,
Alive as a pink poppy with all my scars...
Thinking of the right thing to say can be difficult
Always trying to get it just right
Yet hoping no one notices the time and effort tou spend making it succinct
THE PRICE OF POETRY.
The price of poetry
is the same as laying your soul bare.
You put your heart on the line
every time your words take like birds to the air.
You are naked...
Blood runs down my arms, I watch it as it runs, next thing I know I am in a car, no handles inside, cage separating me from the driver. A few hours later I arrive, I walk into the...
just a little something I wrote a few years back. basically about trying to make an alliance with my mind to end negativities...
I make a promise to myself
To be the best that I...
I'm in a graphic design class, It's pretty amazing and i've made a lot of awesome friends
I love it. Creativity fascinates me because I love to see what people are capable of creating. Also, I really like that it gives an insight of the person's mind.
I love well designed information graphics - isn't this just a dream . . .
I struggle with this all the time...I am trying to accept that my parents are not the people I want them to be and they never will be. This is not going to change. I will never be...
I'm here I am your dear friend.
I'm always here for you.
If you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm here.
I'll stand for you.
I don't care if you think you're ugly I'll stand next to...
Will you see through?
Look into a crowd of smiling teens
Many see all their smiles and boisterous laughter
If you really knew them you would see that most exorbitant veneers...
Sometimes I feel like Alice.
Overrun by curiosity,
In my own mind.
Sometimes I feel like Alice,
Trying to find myself,
Before the world finds me.
Sometimes I feel like Alice...
I can't change the fact my "mother" is insane and trying to get rid of me. I can't change my past. I can't change that I was attacked and raped. I can't change that destroyed my...
What do I want from you......
Seems to be the question that crosses my mind more than yours,
I cant help but to think and look at my open sores.
I wish you could take back all the...
¨My black and white muse
I feel sorry that i did not love you
But i did not
But love itself¨
I ¨write¨ and love poetry indeed, but not to materialize my feelings or to lull my...
Auschwitz camp liberation. Appreciate any feedback.
Sweat beads on my forehead.
Blood drips down my back.
His whip cracks angrily
And I fall to the ground in agony.
I stumble to...
I wrote most of my poetry between the ages of fourteen and twenty-two with a spurt in my late thirties. Every now and then a new poem emerges. As I've mentioned elsewhere I've...
Hey everyone :D my name is Zanna I'm 16 and love to write poetry ! this is a poem i wrote called sunrise
A twist of blood in the sky
A cascade of colours
Ready to die...
I am stronger because of all I've been through...
I was 16 when everything happened. It all seemed to snowball honestly.
I had been home sick with the flu. I was staying at my...
She heard a whisper from my soul
And formed, of it a stronger voice.
Lent substance, through a willing ear,
To all my thread-bare, dog-eared dreams
Of which, through her open door...
'Through Their Eyes.'
Everyone is scared tonight. I can feel it.
We're not saying anything but we don't have too.
It takes one person to be brave for the rest of us to follow...
Sets in my bones
Are they watching me?
Are they talking about me?
I'll never know
But my friend Paranoia won't let it go
Confidence is key
But what about my good friend...
Driving along in the car,
In a daze,
I look out of the window,
At the blue sky,
With the white clouds,
As they float by,
So much run's through my mind,
A thousand eyes,
"Existing in the realm, of its own true hell
the pacing of the parasite begins to swell
it suffers in silence yet demands to be heard
it will never survive without its bevy of...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
You look at me,
but you can't see
my love, fears and possibilities.
What you see and think is true
is really mask because I'm feeling blue.
You look at me but you can't see,
I'm one of those people that never usually goes on these forums to pour my heart out as I usually internalise things and try to deal with it myself - this seems to be one of the...
Poetry is good
Poetry is fun
I like writing poetry
But I'm not very good at it
Your hate cuts through me like a knife,
Your words eat right through me,
Your accusations sting like a bee,
But your kiss, your sweet kiss,
Its like a raging fire inside me,
From the beginning I always knew.
You brighten my spirit with a smile that grew.
You opened my heart and I sought through.
One day I thought you didn't see.
So I lost all...
I did it to not hurt you
So you wouldn't feel hurt
I didn't want you to feel pain
I tried to save you from that feeling but I was so wrong even through I tried saving you from...
The winter nights are colder when you sleep with an open window
You allow the same air that curls your toes to sweep through your room and to take with it the roast...
Jessica, Your skin was as pale as the paper I write on
Almost as if your complexion was composed of tiny drops of snow
Your hair the colour of a tamed fire
Your lips a soft...
if time would be still
Can i just have one day to steal?
To have that day, for us to be together
To have that moment that will never wither?
I want to feel that day.. that very...
I know why the caged bird sings
by Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his
In the orange suns rays
Darkness surrounds the earth's surface, flowing with such grace,
With such silence, that most souls never knew he was there.
Though he was; stealing the young before their time...
Betrayed wives, I have been posting stories and resources under "I am trying to save my marriage" and a few other places. An EP pal, Uht2014, has some really good info on her...
You know how hard it is to be told not to love you?
It's like telling the stars not to shine and the wind to stop blowing.
It's like trying to hold the ocean..
Words are easy