and said 'i love you'
only after sex and six shots
i sipped tea and told my friends about him
they said 'if you're happy' and
knew i was not.
in winter i kissed a girl
who tasted like cigarettes and said
'i love you' all the time but
hurt herself whenever i made mistakes...
thinking about my headstone but...if I were to die young, I would want this written on my grave:
I balanced all, brought all to mind
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
It's from a poem...I don't...
like like this, can't remember exactly , it was like ten or more years ago lol, but would make some stuff up and text the girl I was with at the time lol , here goes ------- " when I think of you , there is no need to think twice - for everything to behold is right in my...
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.
I have for a very long time been an admirer of Poetry,this classic by William Wordsworth must be one of the few all time classics.What draws me to this Poem is my adoration for Englands beautiful Lake District,Wordsworths homeland.I have followed in his footsteps so many times...
No, not i by Bria
Pleasure turns to the pain
lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain..
about whether love is humane
in its touch.
these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream
in the tears of your deceit.
fighting the current hurt that kills more...
what became, cruel one, of your practice of heedlessness-- alas!
if in your heart there was not the courage/'stomach' for the devastation of grief
then why did you assuage/'drink' my grief-- alas!
why did it occur to you to console my sorrow?
friendship to me was enmity to...
will or break my pride,And nothing of the cave-manMade you want to keep me half afraid,Nor ever with a conquering airYou thought to draw me unawareTake me, for I love you moreThan I ever loved before.And since the body's maidenhoodAlone were neither rare nor goodUnless with it I...
not become grateful to medicine
I didn't get well; [but it] wasn't bad either
why are you gathering the Rivals?
[It was just] a mere spectacle [that] took place, no complaint was made
where would we go to test our fate/ destiny?
when you yourself did not put your dagger to...
a mask of guilt to hide the blame
to look into eyes of the sane
and tell them your sorry
for all of there pain
when in fact you loved it
you make joy from there rain
take what you want
hide the blame
its not your fault you...
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.
E. Cummings that I thought was nice:
‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my...
him Patiently gaining his trustSoftening his strength Tempting himBeckoning himUncovering his heartFilling it with devotion for herUntil he is most vulnerableShe smilesPlunging the blade throughTearing the life from himDraining the blood from his body Stripping...
Granddad and Rosie
Grandad and Rosie
never did like each other,
but Grandma loved them both.
From the day Fred Jr.
brought her home
and introduced her
as his new bride,
Grandad and Rosie
didn't like each other.
But twice a year,
Grandma would bring out
the old Kodak, Brownie
Who walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile
He bought a crooked cat
Who caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together
In a crooked little house."
I'm not sure who to credit this rhyme; does anyone know the name of the true author?
I didn't for a long time enjoy poetry. I liked it when I saw something that resonated, but it wasn't until recently that I became enamored with it - seeking out new works. This one came across my desk lately and it clicked . . . The Rain Song, by Klaus GrothPour, rain, pour...
If I begged this world a death,
A hundred hopes of dread...
Would my faith be held,
In hands of Greed and blasphemy...
Spoken with fables from the naked eyes,
Of hopeful misdirected lies...
I die softly, in lonely arms
Side by side with fools and idiots
Over and over....A...
You smell like tinted rum
your color makes me worried
for I cannot run
hold me down
Yet your warmth is
you bring color from my cheeks
a tribe of specks and fleets
your spindled gentle down
easily sets me down
As I slowly die
Tears rundown and fly...
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...
Another day,another dollar
Another scream,another hollar
Another ***** hitched to her collar
Sometimes I wish that I were "smaller"
I'm so fly,I am a gamer
I can be wilder,I can be tamer
I'm not a trick,we're not the samer
Not until I date a "flamer"
Another night,another date...
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.
i use to love you
but the love is gone
though nothing remains
i cant move on
you never loved me
though you claim you do
but love doesnt break
and try hard to hurt you
love is honest and true
and doesnt long for another
or manipulate its lover
bright and center...I am in the eyesight of her majesty, the Queen Devil...ascending from a shameful grace...she catapults and encases me like a mouse in a maze...A Wicked Vampire's Smilerazor sharp teethshe growls and snarlslicking her lips...I am her obsession...I am her Envy...
dont like what youve done to me
the promises you made.
im caught up in a game of tag
you are a masqurade.
if only i can break myself from you
and finally get ahead
i'd rid myself of all i knew
all the lies you said.
im in the kingdom of the damned
and you sit on the...
that day on the beaches. Those beaches made of sand and stone. Sand and stone stacked and pilled to form pillars and perches, Gates and bridges.
sand and stone stacked so high, the watch towers rose from the ground like a rib cage that protected a non beating heart. But than...
next time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not try to be so perfect. I would be more relaxed.
I would be much more foolish than I have been. In fact,
I would take very few things seriously.
I would be much less sanitary.
I would run more risks.
I would take more trips...
an expired firecracker
set off by the blowtorch of divorce. We lay
scattered in many directions.
My father is the wick, badly burnt
but still glowing softly.
My mother is the blackened paper fluttering down,
blowing this way and that, unsure where to land.
My sister is the...
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem Please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor -Make sure to read...
he looks my way it fills the hole,
what hole you ask, the hole that's left,
from men who used me right and left,
thinking of them hurts me so,
thinking of him woos my last whoa , who's he you ask, he's the man I want to hold me tight, he's the man I think of at night......
does the pain
I can't hear your name
Not even a whisper
Because my heart
Skips a beat
Thinking it's still yours
The endless nights
And dreams we had
I learned to let go
A long time ago
To forget and forgive
But my heart never once did
for the sun, clouds making faces at the mountain teasingly making fun, the mountain erupts into a crying fit of rage, tears of blood spewing and running down it's sides, the moon rises and gives the mountain comfort, saying stop crying little mountain the clouds have gone away...
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what...
your back is gonna be ****** up.
why do you think change is so hard? is it because you’re afraid?
people might think you’re pretty, but they’ll never love you.
you talk like you’re apologizing for your own voice.
find your spine, stop...
you dont call you dont write.
im beginning to think were are playing pretend.
im holding so very tight
to the messages you send
wont admit to myself just yet
that they are vague and fall short.
misgiuding and easy to forget
but theyre my last resort
as i sit here im just...
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...
A man,Ravaged,Lies on the field of battle,Nearly broken,His body stirs,Summoning courage,He rejects defeat,Rises slowly,To his knees,Then his feet,His heart,Pumping strength to his limbs,Life to his spirit,And the will to soldier on,WoA
here is the cover to my children's book I hope u like it!
If you would like a copy let me know an I will order $15.00 - $20.00 w shipping
I do have several other books in the works, I have Chapbooks that are available Echo's of Binding Silence and Moonlight of Velvet touch...
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.
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding,
A highwayman comes riding...