i want to dedicate this very friend and poem to a special Person and the first one i met when i came to EP ;)
When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends...
'Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks..'
*This poem can be read as just the below excerpt or it could be read as a six part series. It is up to the reader if they want to read more of it. Thank you x*
A Man's Most Prized...
The ships in a dusty harbor,
black out of the slave sweat
have lowered their sails
Woman walking barefoot carry
a secret burden of bullets on their heads
in baskets, with pepper...
you’re like the gravity
that keeps a lid twisted on my insanity
a light that’s continually right in front of me
leading me out of poverty and towards the dense infinity
The song you can't
Get out of your head
The vibrating baseline
Progressive build and breakdown
I am the flicker of a shadow
Running rampant in your...
Do you like me?
Do I really like you?
Shade falls on your curtains, an eve of add never short of distractions.
Do you like me?she said
A million posts a millions words, always...
Please don't judge, I was nine when I wrote this. I had just finished reading that Thea Stilton book and was wondering what if I wrote a cheesy song just like what Vince Guymouse...
what is life without a little pain.. Pain brings me happiness.. As I do the thing I love.. my Blood spills out like spaghetti.. In Italian mothers kitchen .. This sting only the...
Life is Fragile
An unusual occurrence in a familiar place
is similar to an uneventful moment in a strange place.
It’s like the lyric of a song without its music,
or vice versa...
THE HUNTING TRIP
I don't know how I became lost;
it was familiar territory I crossed.
I found a cave I didn't recognize.
I lay there tired and closed my eyes.
next moment I was by...
Today is another day done...
Once again I gaze upon the setting sun.
I must think again... what have I lost? what have I won?... Do I celebrate or lament the final kiss of the sun...
I start to listen to you and realize
It's been a long time, quite awhile
Since I've heard someone so good
In fact, you might be better
Than any song I was ever aware of...
The air is silent,
All is asleep.
My watchful eyes look around,
My ears stay alert.
The hunt has started,
Both for my pray and for me.
My footsteps are soundless,
My body cold.
lts all comes to here..
where i stand alone with my fear
facing my broken shadow with eyes
full of tears
cant understand ?! but still i stand
waiting for my...
The night watcherLooks down with a grinWhen he looks up, he sees what was and what isThe time on his watch doesn't match his thoughtsTime spinning away In a cloud of hazeHe looks...
TO YOU MISS...
The state of being completely forgotten
The inevitability that all would come to an end
Accordingly to Hazel Grace.
There are few things one is scared of...
our last kiss was an embrace of my heart although it was to be scarred and taken advantage of I shall not let the feeling of our warm love fade because you will always be my bae
☀️the beauty held within ..is devine
I'm not hiding .. I'm not lyin
I see this face when I close my eyes
Soul shining through... No disguise
I truly see things for what they...
MOON AND NATURE
the magnetic moon, hypnotic, full
in the black February sky,
its soft persistent pull
caresses me, and I would fly.
the white, mysterious moon
that light's your...
All of our 'children' are fluffy and sweet,
except for one thing, they have four feet.
so tiny and pink,
makes us often wonder and think.
They put such...
WHEN THE DOOR OPENS: a draft
death is a door opening.
it is not an ending
nor a fresh beginning.
it is perhaps an unexpected turn of the road,
an entry into the...
In winter’s tempest
Life is dead,
Not dead, only sleeping
Till awoken by life’s spring.
A solitary rose stands,
Defiantly against the snow,
Its crimson appearance
Different loves I have received
But all alone I will be.
Love of hate. Love of pain.
Love of lust. Love of insane.
I have felt every love given my way.
Even the purest of love I...
Oh Geeshepo where are you..I am waiting here for you..You came as a surprise and left me alone as another surprise..Why…this waiting makes me sad and lead to me to an island...
My head is pounding I should have woke anew
Palms are sweating on a cold afternoon
My mind is racing in a painful shell
Only time can save me from hangover hell :)
Standing beside the blade
I hated her pain... I hated it so
I pleaded with her stop... she always said no!
My mind was a mess, but from her side I never could go...
My facade was...
Love doesn't love the young
We grow with it, yet we never truly know it.
We seek it yet fated are we to be wounded by it.
In our years of awareness... the rarest sweet gem of...
Not all pains bring sadness's tears... not all wounds spew blood...
Sometimes pains embrace is a caress... soft, tender almost angelic...
How can this lunacy be...
Daughter, Oh Daughter
Is it rare to catch your breath?
Because they're inches from your side.
Rare to see you sad,
With them always on your mind?
Wrong to see you lonely,
honey, you gotta hang this bu**sh** up!
you can't keep going the way you are,
and if you try, you're going to drop,
your pickled brain stuffed in a jar.
I'm not trying...
I've been smoking pot since sixty-seven;
I'll look for a dealer when I get to heaven.
but every dealer I can find
is possessed of a criminal mind:
me first, you last, be...