This. I love this. The madness, the unreasoned magic of love and passion...love is not meant for the sanethe madness of passion is what we seekthe heart wants what the heart wants...
Bodies pressed together in erotic combat,
Pushing, pulling, rubbing,biting, clawing
On each other like wild animals struggling
To free themselves from long captivity.
First I was dying to finish high school and start college
And then I was dying to finish college and start working
And then I was dying to marry and have children
And then I was...
I wrote this today before going to school:
The game we call life
Life is a game we all have to play. You keep getting stronger and stronger and then you die, this is what...
I'm sitting in the brightest spot I know of
Yet I am sitting in the dark
Threw your eyes there are people
But threw mine there are monsters
You worry how people think of you
The earth turns cold
spinning on ice as we were once told
turning, yearning for something more from us all
must we allow this emptiness to dissolve
we are affected by what once...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today - So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away - Oozed so in crimson bubbles Day's departing tide - Blooming - tripping - flowing - Are...
I decided to play a game but even before it started,
I said to myself it is lame.
There were two option from which to choose,
I chose the one that made me lose.
Then I blamed it...
"Money's just paper but it affects people like poetry".
I once stood besides my brother when I was young, with my hand on his back.
I thought to myself, what is this strange crack he has in his back.
And in the same momment my brother...
She is an open poetry book. Her words spill onto the pages of my heart and rest there, praying that one day I can unscramble them and decipher her life story. She left me a ransom...
There's great truth in poetry disguised as sex and sex disguised as poetry.
This is not my usual poetry.. This is me being raw before I explode.
Leave me in peace.
How can you expect me to like you when you unknowingly fractured my own ability...
I find myself saying things in conversation that could be mistaken as poetry. For example, I was talking to someone, and I randomly typed this out of nowhere.
"Have you ever looked...
Broken Glass Mirrors
I am a shy mental mute
Who rarely ever likes to distribute my feelings
And as if being different was bad enough
I was an outcast
I still have red marks and...
Since I was very young I have always liked to write. I used to write short stories but now I write poetry and about my life experiences and short paragraphs using prompts from a...
Poetry is taking an ache and making it sing
I am working on poetry the one I have now isn't that good if anyone would like to read it I'll post it just comment if u wanna it's for class and we had a prompt
Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words...
THE DEMISE OF POETRY
I don't have anything to say;
if I did I'd write an essay.
poems are fun
for a party of one,
when all he wants is to play.
we've somehow lost poetry's place...
Poetry is like a breath of fresh air
If you love slam poetry like I do, please watch this 3-minute slam poem of mine called "Skinny Love." :)
I have read at many poetry readings and have published a book of poems in the last year... I still fear sharing my work with people. Whether they will hate it, or steal it, or not...
someone asked about Slam Poetry so here is an example. Thanks for bringing this to my attention...awesome message from a lovely, vibrant, young poet.Wild D
Man and Woman
Man is the most elevated of creatures,
Woman the most sublime of ideals.
God made for man a throne; for Woman an altar.
The throne exalts; the altar sanctifies...
Toes In The Sand
Walking thru sand,
Toes sinking down
Sinking in deep,
Leaving deep paw prints
Of feet, bare, unshod feet
Without sandals or shoes
With grains on the soles
Her heart n eyes,
They wuz full of pain,
And her tears, her tears
And when the came,
They fell like poundin rain,
Running blood, blood red,
And down the drain...
I draw, that is my talent. I draw whenever I have free time. I learned how to multitask so that I could just draw anytime. I also bring my Sketchpad anywhere we go, It calms me...
Words, what are they?
Are they sweet like a kiss from a baby?
Are they like swords used to slay?
Are they honest like the change from rain to shine?
Cold like a winters sky...
A baby in the womb,
Sanguine colours circulated around her as she grows,
The room fills with light as her cry resonates as she enters the world,
The world... if only she...
Better Choices 2-26-2015
I?m kinda freaking out right now
Because I don?t know who?s in my house
I?m seeing and hearing all these negative things
And I?ve BEEN wanting him out...
You caressed my mind like a child stroking a puppy; tender yet guarded in your excitement. I felt your lips upon mine, the kiss I had waited a lifetime to receive. The memory...
Friday Prayer at the Mosque
I can barely hear the holy sermon.
Rowdy kids in uniform fooling around,
calling each other names,
hitting each other where it hurts.
I had a dream that my childhood friends and their dad gave me a cake congratulating me on my success for my poetry. It was like a party. Like one or two that I wrote were...
This one is about killing someone you love, and the thought process that runs through your mind. Trying to get into the mind of a murderer is hard work, though.
The Bliss of...
People that have the courage and freedom to express themselves as they want is something that I find truly beautiful. I love seeing someone with piercings or tattoos or hair with...
When I die, by rumi
when my coffin
is being taken out,
you must never think
I am missing this world.
Don't shed any tears,
don't lament or
I was good for awhile,
I really was..
But then I started thinking of everything we were.
We used to be the best of friends.
Now I feel like we were never close at all. Even in...
Anchor & Boat
Nothing's helping anymore.
I try to be & act happy.
I just can't fake it anymore.
I'm tired of this lying game.
That I've been playing,
Most of my life.
time crawls in my head
cries out knowledge secretive and sweet
its words are a paradise of the mouth
spoken clearly and precise
illustrating beautiful scenes