Letters come together and form words,Words come together form sentences,Until you have a story or poem.In each written line, there is a little part of you ...Your sadness, your angry, your joy, things that you who you are ... Time has away of changing everything...
When light must endure darkness.
When intelligence must endure ignorance.
When what is pure has to endure contamination.
When what is truthful has to endure the lie.
When what clings to integrity has to endure the hypocritical.
When the up building has to endure the one...
I swear I've fallen too hard
I've driven myself crazy
The need to be with someone
The need to be alone
I swear I'm dying
I've been losing my mind
Just searching for my home
I swear you're lying
I can taste it on my tongue
I swear I’ve been...
I'm actually on this site mostly just to write "stuff"-After spending many years leading lifestyles that would perhaps curl your nose hairs,I'm now all growed up apparently-kids,mortgage,station wagon..and generally write little more than shopping lists. I have always loved to...
Dancing, shimmering light filtered through the window...her head leaned against the glass. Eyes closed in a lazy fashion. She could feel his presence, she knew he was near. The electricity tingling though no touch had passed between them yet. The space filling with anticipation...
but I was paralyzed; mind, body, soul, all of me that missed her. She had vanished into thin air. Gone forever was the only real love that I had ever known. I gasped for air, and my lungs ached. It felt like breathing in toxins. That's the way it had always felt with her. There...
Every now and then tumultuous waves came crashing to wipe it off away. Every time I tried my best to cover it with my palms so that no damage is being done.
In this process I emptied myself. Though I know its valueless. Yet still now standing alone I keep counting the waves...
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.
.! I like writing, writing for me is a way of expressing my feelings, sometimes is hard to speak for how u feel, u know? and sometimes it feels better to write it down and realize it better.. Well the past 5 months i ve been living with a guy, we passed a lot of problems through...
that night, wanting to feel you. I wished that you would have done something, anything, to show me that you were there. I couldn't doubt your existence, because our situation was real; I wanted you to rebel, defy me and my decision and proclaim that your life was just as...
when I'm writing. Words just flow from my pen to the paper like an endless stream of disorganization until my mind finds respite in the mess of words.
I love to write. I love to write so much; but the only way I truly write well is through pain. Pain is my ultimate motivator...
For my moms birthday I am going to write her a story. It'll be more like an advanced child's story, but I really think she's going to like it. She's always saying how I should write her something, so I'm going to write her a story! I hope she likes it!!
for which I thrive
There's this One Thing I live for..
Octane, engines purr, wheels turn,
Moving Art, sex on wheels, a night drive in the desert hills
Warm, dry breeze summer nights at my home,
Nothing better then this I know driving down the open road
God I love home on...
that you are not a regret, you were not a mistake and you are not a problem. I am not worthy of your presence at this moment and with every molecule in my body, every breath that I've taken and intend to take, I am sorry. From the depths of my being, with every conscious thought...
You've probably seen the Dos Equis commercial of the "World's Most Interesting Man."
Well, now you can tell folks that you've met the "World's Most Boring Man."
Why am I so uninteresting?
Well, it all goes back to my dull childhood. I was raised as an Amish child on a farm...
looking out of the cold window. The fog had rolled in again, just like this morning when her father dropped her off, almost causing an accident. Her bare feet shiver each time they press to the polished concrete floor, solid, yet smooth. She hopped up into her lofted bed, the...
Deep amongst the better judgment of sound logic and sanity
Is she this haunting memory
Fighting from deep within the space locked away.
Images of moments shared a sweet reflection of what could be,
white flag memories fly of battered and swinging wild to their...
The morning brings hope making the soul feel closer but the heart wonders when will come the day when the wind will stop the awful lamentation.
I wish to feel the wind that would sweep my inner soul bringing You, my love, to me.
of my mind.I drink poison deliberately.
I think and think, and try to work out what has happened to me and why,and what I should be doing.
But it is a worthless exercise,I am allergic to my own thoughts. They are plagued with ifs and buts and my pathetic understanding.
I feel so...
This morning I drove into the sunrise, this evening I drove into the sunset. In between I had one of the best days I’ve had in a long while. It occurred to me on the way home that I have never seen a sunrise I wasn’t happy to see, whether it signals the end to a fun night or...
All the other birds had their feathers plucked out, their wings still worked just couldn't go anywhere for a while. But once their feathers grew back, she watched as away they flew, with beauty and grace.
But not she, one by one her feathers plucked, snap by snap the bones were...
Witness The shadows cast black and dull,
As I take your hand in mine.
Warm papery skin that makes mine feel alive.
Fire and ice.
They called me the monster,
But the feelings I have are anything but.
Your eyes are my prize, sparkling with the new found joy.
If my heart could...
I opened the door and saw a strange new world
The stars were so near I could only open my arms and fall into them.
Dancing and floating along I saw amazing wonders that filled my mind with endless possabilities......
Trees on fire but nor burning, grass growing on the lakes...
.. in the very first hours....
How come the things that matters most are the hardest to say? I think it is because we are afraid of the feeling vulnerability associated with letting it all out. It feels a lot like the heart being naked. How often do we say the things that we...
for Six to three
wishing I cold still be there beside her then
Hand & Hand to see her crooked smile at me
with that glance of love her sparkling warm embrace
I'm counting down remembering this on my knees
with the gravel rocks digging in I plead
With gods above
Poets dig the words
Hutting letter by letter
To find their poem
Their diamond or dilemma
Their smile or grimace
Writers use language
Sharing their gifts
And in imaginary worlds
The various literary genres
Turn into stories and chronicles
There is a gestation of words...
Lightning dances rapidly Pulsing....dancing, sparking Leaving behind black and charred Spaces....some see empty death, destruction...soon green Emerges tougher, brighter...life Where death once lived...fuller, newer teeming with color...giving back
Words melding meshing...
see your face
Been thinking about what we did
Within our space
Been thinking about you
I find it crazy
But I knew that I had to
Don't have no time to send me a text back
I sent a text about a day back
I know we ended on bad terms
And it sucks just to say that
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,
I don't know how to scream out loud. I don't know how to express my feeling in words from my mouth. All I can do is write.
I never knew that writing would give me such pleasure.
It is all in my head, finding a way to channel the outputs.
I have tried talking, but never worked.
I twirled and rolled and twisted
I jumped and dragged and fought
But the path was faded, dark
Too overgrown, I couldn't see
I groped along finding my way
Stumbling along cursing the day
Why was I hear why was I born
what did this path have for me
I was never...
not that I'm good at it)
The shadows hide her
The demons are out
They've come to play
But what she doesn't know
Is the demons version of play
Means to sink you
Into a forgotten world
A world with loneliness
As she becomes a demon herself
Now I can stay...
that makes me question
Questions and answers other's give wondering if there is any
Truth to this.
I'm out here realizing I'm in love with a girl I barely know yet
I've known her since she was like twelve years old..
Saw her the other day she gave me a hug it'd been a long...
She walked along the beach as the sun was rising. The day was going to be hot so the water felt cool on her feet as she moved down the sand. The air was fresh and it tinged with salt. The few birds overhead were calling out as they scavenged. It filled her mind with music as she...
The heavens glow,
In darkness there is beauty,
In sadness, hope.
Has a silver lining.
If the storm knocks you down,
Stand back up.
Even the strongest tree
And from seeds grow again.
Seven times down, eight times up,
Yesterday I was driving home reflecting on the events and conversations of the day. And I began to think about me and who I am. I thought, "I am..., I am....."and the thought came to me, "I am fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:14) And I thought, "Fearfully?" Why...