Cast thee shadows
into the bluest, midst
the fallen lovers
no more persist,
clad in lace and rust,
creates each truss.
God, come on down,
knock a hole into
calm this fury, or lay
salt unto tracks,
spinning and rising,
embraces its dust.
Reveal a beauty...
I must travel this road and not look back to look back will make me weak ..
if I am weak I will stop and I need to keep walking ..
keep taking one step then another making a distance between you and I
It will not be easy , but then this kind of thing never is
I guess if I...
hazed orange lights
trees cast silhouettes
into my life's canopy
tracing the shadows
with my fingers
the fires light
fairies take flight
in the fabric of
the dead inside
The curtains fall on our show as our guests leave
No need to strike up the band
No need for colorful confetti or an 8 piece orchestra
We can take off the stage makeup its just us two
The clown and the philospher ... the ones "made for each other"
That is how we are known...
For one last year,
I will sing for you to hear..
For one last month,
I will hug you with warm..
For one last week,
You are the only one i will seek..
For one last day,
By your side I will stay..
For one last hour
Only in your hand, I will be your's
For one last minute,
Cold filled this field of night
Dark caught this sought of sight
Thy, who lived in his right
May lay upon in the will of light
Silence sheered thy leer of ear
Cut sent your scent of fear
Thy to live in your life
May lay upon in the will of God
Forget your lost and toast!
I CAN’T SAY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS
I DON’T THINK OF YOU AND ALL THE LOST TEARS
I WONDER WHAT YOUR LIFE MUST BE
I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY EVEN IF YOUR NOT WITH ME
YOU TAUGHT ME SO MUCH ONLY NOW I REALIZE
BACK THEN YOU HAD ME MEMORIZED
I STILL LOVE YOU TO THIS VERY DAY
Don't set your heart on these eyes of mine.
Don't say you love me, I know your lying.
I'm like a bad song you can't stop singing.
Saying the words without knowing the meaning.
I'm a masochist at best.
I'll leave you like the rest.
Alone is how I'm meant to be...
bed. Open my notebook and write about just anything. Whether it's a poem from my favorite writers such as Langston Hughes or Robert Frost. Or poems I just think in my head, also short stories. I get really focused and write a lot when it comes to story's. I tend to share some...
I was probably 16 or 17 when I wrote this poem...
The things you said to me were always so real
I never thought you'd change the way you feel
You told me you wanted to be with me
Why didn't i see
You said it was me who you wanted to fall for
I believe you more...
Barefoot taking strides
Nor the liturgy
Passing the tides
before the sail,
Escort the heart
between these thorns.
The key which was stolen
lies in the rifts,
N'er his sanctuary
Comes to home
squanders these stairs,
Saplings in gale winds...
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
And there are fewer things that scares me.
Failure for example
Not making heaven could be counted as one also...
When you sing to mewith your eyes sparklinginto mineand that smile that couldlight a moonless skyfilling my Soulwith every wordPlease play for meyour Spanish GuitarHolding my heart beatingstealing my breathrevealingevery verseundying passion and lovenever believing our songwould...
You mean the world to me
I am happy to have you in my life
I want to see you smile, I want to hear your laughter
I want to protect you through all of your adventures
I don't want to see a single tear in your eye, but I don't mind
If you need me, I will do my best to be...
Every time I hear you voice,
my stomach turns to daggers.
When I'm talking to my friends,
I hear your name,
and guess what?
I hate it,
hate it as much as I hate you.
Maybe one day I'll forgive you,
but I can't see it happening in a million billion years.
Last year seems so far...
October 3rd, 2011, while waiting for my daughter's school bus,
a vision entered my brain. It played as though it were a
10 second youtube video,
and then left my thoughts as soon as it entered.
This is what I saw, if I am able to describe this visual with words...
So, I was starting to write an essay to my principal so I could receive approval to graduate early. It started off sort of like an essay but then turned into something I cannot explain. Well, here it is:
I don't believe in talent. I don't believe that people are born gifted. I...
see all , I can and I'll continue to live
Shall I float or sink
Get it together, don't just think
Do, DID, Its done
I cannot believe i have almost reached the age, next year, or the year after, ill be living with the caves, or
living on the high tops of a hill
or in a closet...
Cover comes shinning onto
the mighty, where granite
ignited in a great fury,
a time whose passage
this hour is marked;
giant arms out reaching,
casting shadows against the
hillside. A glimpse of
light may sparkle into it now,
but then, once a rushing
glow of red rivers flowing...
because whenever I start to write I feel like im in a whole new world that I am god and I can shape it however I please. I have written about many things some about video games some stories about these guardians of the universe (which is my favorite one) but than when im down or...
I hide it like a dirty secret
That's never to be told
I wonder do you really know me
But then again do I even know myself
I'm almost to the point
I'm just ready to explode
My pains the best kept secret
With a lock and a code
I keep a lot bottled up
Hold my hand tightlyHold my body close to you until there is no air between usLook into my eyes , see your reflection deep insideKeep my heart safely cradled inside yoursAnd when this life is through with our shellsI pray our souls cleave together .. yours to mine .. mine to...
So three of them walked inside the apartment complex and sit on a couch. There were other sitting arrangements that were already occupied by other students. There were at least another forty even bodies sat there, studying on different tables and chairs.
At this point, max takes...
She throws on her backpack
Holding her world
Hiding from the monsters
Who rip her open
Tear her to shreds
Keeps her head low
Dodging the hurt
It's draining her slowly
The anonymous surrounding
Don't know the power
The power the hold
In their words
The book opened when I was born
There are lives we are born into where the story has already been written
We can struggle against it and for a time find some peace and freedom but in the end
No matter who we meet or how much we want the story to change it doesn't
Too thirsty to extinguish the flame,
parallels forced into a vortex
heralds without a binding source.
Saguaros rise amidst
uneven vanishing points
needles scaring satin,
no more perfection.
Grazing hearts lure
red capped deception,
perceived dead inside
of my heart
Art is the expression of my soul
Dance is the movement of my body
Writing is the spitting image of my thoughts
The love of he who gives us these talents
He's a cheerful giver, we are touched by his grace even through our transgression
GOD given talent will bring...
where am I, I do not know,
it’s all blank, also black,
my feet are taking me nowhere,
and my trail seems to be endless,
what am I thinking, I am not aware,
I am lost in my mind,
with millions tangled thoughts,
In Joe's Honor and Memory I write:
Before you go
It would be nice
To have known
This smile would be
The last that we
Would ever see
On your beautiful face.
Before you go
It would have been a joy
To hear you laugh
That laugh which infected
Like an unchained addiction
A melody in...
I am here waiting for you with no hope that you will come
I smile with no reason to believe in fairy tales
I will feel the warmth without the sun
I will feel the coolness without the breeze
I will hope when there is no hope
I will dance without the music
My heart will beat...
His days are comfortedonly by his capriciousness,trading baloney sandwichesfor fruits or friendship.Fearful he retorts to no one.His folly is a plastic spoon.Insanity, he says, is like theedge of his razor,the only thing sharp in hisworld is his mind,and with this mind he isnot...
I have borrowed this poem from Christine because it describes how I feel most days, and smile on the outside.
The pain inside I cannot hide, it burns within me,
it steers across my once cold heart
it pierces through through my skin
pumping though my veins with pain
The month in which the most showers do fall,
Is the one we all April call,
Sometimes rain,sometimes sun,showers ended before scarcely begun,
So fast do the clouds leave the sky,There's often no time for a rainbow to spy,
But grass is greener,there's no doubt,and flowers,from buds...
How can we solve the problems that we face today,where society has succumbed to the forces of depravity,
And ordinary people spend their lives in fear concerned about the crimes which are everywhere,
This situation has developed over many years,and in many homes led to heartbreak...
Northern waters fell,
five tiers high;
bound by boulders,
golden red and brown.
one day I climbed
and claimed this luxury
for the moment;
millions of years before me,
droplets of time,
disposed to acquiesce
upon the granite there,
bore a heart-shaped impression,
Everything I look at you I see a smile that's tauting,
This pictures are haunting.
The ring on my finger burns,
But like the girl who did wrong,
I stand here acting like we even remotely like each other,
I knew marriage would be tough but this is just cruelty.
We feel no love...
I dont bother putting on the light ,I dont want to see the empty boxes and left over newspapers that will bestrewn on the floor .I look around silently , I have been here beforeSaying goodbye , regretting the things I didnt dowondering if I could have done betterAnd it feels...
Yesterday was when I looked forward to tomorrow,
Never content with my lot,
Although I had a prize beyond compare,My Youth,
Tomorrow always looked more attractive,
Until it became today!
Having left yesterday behind,consigned to the distant past,
Time is so fleeting,
As the stars make their journey across the sky, I walk,
Ever onward to your side.
Steps guided from the cadence of your voice.
Calling to me from afar.
Against a backdrop of cosmos,
You come into view.
Battered and torn from an arduous journey,
I take heart in your silhouette...
Away, away fly away
Fluttering in the winter breeze,
I opened my umbrella, and I felt myself already drifting away along the winds
She looked at me, and said no word,
But the look in her eyes told me she had lots and lots,
Along the journey, as...
I took a young branch fresh and new off a tree, and with it I drew
a perfect circle in the sand .
No sharp edges , no jagged lines ...
Nothing more meant , nothing more gained
I looked down at it and laughed surely it would be found amusing
surely it would seen ...
YOU SIT THERE AND CALL ME WITH A LOOK
AND I CAN DO NOTHING BUT OBEY
THE WORDS THAT FLOW FROM YOUR LIPS
ARE A HAUNTING MELODY THAT PLAYS IN MY MIND
UNTIL ALL I HEAR IS YOU
MY MIND IS YOURS AND NO ONE ELSE'S
MY BODY THAT TREMBLES AND LIQUEFIES AT THE...
As I build this hope from Heaven,And reach to you below;
To let you know I see the many things you do,and every where you go,
I've always been quite near you,I'm never far away,
Its hard for me to tell you,as you don't listen everyday,
Just when the breeze catches your face,I...