The other day you said I always have interesting stories
When I talked about my family and described a member as crazy
You said I seem to use that word describe every one of them
And if only you knew
I say crazy and tell you the little things
But you don't understand the...
Do you doubt we�ll share,
A love transcendent,
And truly rare?
Our souls dominion;
Will give us no choice.
Time will stand still,
When I hear your voice.
If fate has its way
Your eyes will meet mine,
Lost in forever
We�ll travel past time.
Then, long awaited
What are you made of, my heart?
Sometimes so light,
You lift me to the sky.
Sometimes so heavy,
You bring me crashing down.
Sometimes so vast,
You could take the whole world in.
Sometimes so small,
I can't even love myself.
Sometimes so soft,
I want to warp myself in you...
Nature's first green is gold-
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf a flower...
But only so an hour-
Then leaf subsides to leaf-
So Eden sank in grief-
So dawn goes down to day....
No, nothing GOLD can stay.
you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; your purpose when you are confused.
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss,
I've never known.'
"Is a rock, a mighty fortress;
Often have I been to it,
Even to its highest tower,
From whence the world looks black."
"Truth," said a traveler,
"Is a breath, a wind,
A shadow, a phantom;
Long have I pursued it,
But never have I touched
The hem of its garment."
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through —
It burned Me — in the Night —
It Blistered to My Dream —
It sickened fresh upon my sight —
With every Morn that came —
I though that Storm — was brief —
The Maddest — quickest by —
You sell your heart.
It was either that or the soul.
The hard part is getting the damn thing out.
A kind of twisting motion, like shucking an oyster,
your spine a wrist,
and then, hup! it's in your mouth.
You turn yourself partially inside out
like a sea anemone coughing...
for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
roses, in the rain.
Don’t cut them, I pleaded.
They won’t last, she said.
But they’re so beautiful
where they are.
Agh, we were all beautiful once, she said,
and cut them and gave them to me
in my hand.
Yet near there are sounds no noise of horse or coach. Would you know how that is possible? A heart that is distant creates a wilderness around it.I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern hedge,Then gaze long at...
Tere kadmon pe sar apna jhukakar hum bhi dekhenge!
Agar dil gham se kaali ho to jeene ka maza kya hai
Na ho khoon-e-jigar to ashk peene ka maza kya hai
Mohabbat me zara aansu bahaakar hum bhi dekhenge!!
Mohabbat humne maana zindagi barbaad karti hai
Ye kya kam hai ke...
They aren't just scars.
They are the demons
I fought at 3am.
They are my insecurities,
My deepest fears,
And my lonely nights.
They are the insults I
Have received and
The emotions I can't contain.
They are a part of me
And are what I have become.
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk without having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending...
they tear us apart
If only you didn't have this fragile balloon heart
The wind takes it so easily You didn't want to fall in love
After they left, you let your balloon heart go to float off above
But there is someone else out there, heart torn in two
Just look closely...
The sun sets from view
The creeping stillness
Hashed by the wind
The darkness pours in
As evening breaks
The loan wolf howl
The moon glows red
For change is now
Today is history
And tomorrow but a dream
Alone in the woods
With all the night gleams...
The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours,
Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors,
Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my problems then erased,
though only so temporary, so finite, I only get a taste,
And with that taste I get a craving that is...
experience might have told me
That all must love thee, who behold thee:
Surely experience might have taught
Thy firmest promises are nought;
But, plac'd in all thy charms before me,
All I forget, but to adore thee.
Oh memory! thou choicest blessing,
When join'd with hope, when...
Brings a smile to your lips even when you’re tired,
Sends you messages to tell you you’re wanted,
They’re a reason you’re still living
They’re ones to punch the one, who let go of you,
And take your tears onto their shoulders,
And tell you there “more fish in...
and I'll tell you why. I'm not afraid of the truth. I'm not afraid of being honest and raw and downright brutal with how I choose to hammer words out of my mouth. I'm not afraid to show myself without a designer label, without any coat of sugary bullshit. I'm not afraid to say I...
that good night
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go...
I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady
should another give you a cloud
I give you rain
Should he give you a lantern, I
will give you the moon
Should he give you a branch
I will give you the trees
And if another gives you a ship
I shall give you the journey.
I don't really feel any emotion towards poetry (at least not yet), but in a weird way, it calms me down and makes me think about things. Unfortunately, I can't read poetry for a long amount of time. I just can't. I'm not really sure why. I'm kinda new to poetry and started to...
look into the clouds there a noble being lies, a being of neither love or hate, a being bound by neither destiny or fate, a being looking for purpose, looking for it's place, in a world that is obsessed by race.
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'm going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard,
and constantly get put on the spot.
I'm going to wear the biggest smile
even though I want to...
and off... On and off...
We don't know if it's weak or meant to be that way, yet we're following.
Trying to get ever closer, because when it's dark we're wallowing.
On and off... On and off...
Some give up, stuck in the darkness they just turn their backs.
It's up to the rest...
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
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