You gross me out
You lied to so many
You got multiple innocent and kind people
To fall in love with you
At the same time
Who do you think you are
Using everyone you come in contact...
If there were words I would use them....
If there were ways I would walk them
If this time was ours....
You move in me like unstoppable energy of life......
You....the me that...
She stopped looking both ways
Before crossing the street
She stopped telling you where she wanted to go
And instead went wherever anyone else went
She stopped counting the pills...
She said :"I love you and passion
Which is burning my ribs with keeping me awake!
Would you forget someday
That you sucked from my mouth
Or would you get bored of...
When I open the sea with your eyes, it sinks
As your love has another rhyme, uncommon
Your magic has other talismans, not known
And description of your beauty needs another...
My smile big and bright, an illusion to the eye.
Happy, content, this light foreshadowed of only great loneliness upon he who hid his true source of being.
Yielding to the wise...
We need to talk.
I need to tell you about my day; whether it was good or bad. I need to tell you about the petty things that happened. Things such as which doctor...
This is a list of what id want to do with a special someone:
1. Split a milkshake
2. Go to an aquarium
3. Take a nap
4. Kiss in the rain (and snow)
5. Ride a giant Ferris wheel
we, river-rounded rocks, stream-tempered, we,
travelers of time, unravelling days
for what makes them tick, heave and climb like strays,
fear-driven where fear...
high over cedars where the heron sails,
leisurely, against the sky, in a spare
sweep, swing, king in his royal house, the air
sings; below the swifts and swallows run...
I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
"This process teaches about sanity. We are trying to become sane along with our poems and stories."
I was really into it a couple months ago. I might make some new material again. I just think it's hard sometimes as I'm not very creative
I took a creative writing class in college. I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education...
I never used to like poetry but when my mentor sat me down about how I can experience new things to find my true talent, I gave in. So I stumbled across the first poem I ever wrote...
Reading quotes makes me feel better. Whoever writes quotes are very wise people. I'm good at writing poems and songs but not quotes. Those who write quotes are blessed indeed.
I love the fact that I am black and beautiful, play guitar, am very empathetic, love to laugh, and can write poems.
In The Cave of The Scarlet Spade Tail Dragon
Cool steely shards,
Pieces of a sword blade,
Thin of razor edge
Lay scattered, broken
As parts of a weapon...
and like the sea,
Filled with wonders
Wonder this, wonder that
and like the sea
I was awestruck
Amazed this, amazed that
And like the sea,
You were beautiful
When we were boys, in the constant
rattle and noise of Lakeside Park,
we squandered on a lark ten times the money
we made from tourists, spent our summer days...
the curve of her lip
mixes with the line of her brow
like winter snow
a drift across the
road and over the cornfield
curves like her round hip
trace of enamel
Song of The Dragon MothPetals, soft as silkOr are they petals?Really,are they?Ah but maybe wingswe don't know, do we?This confuses usAs petal like wingsMoth wings in factTake to...
Is it ridiculous that I bought this charming little notebook to collect my favorite quotes in months ago, and it's still sitting here next to my bed blank? I just can't bring...
I've discovered Yusef Komunyakaa as a result of an assignment for my American Poetry class. Really digging his work! Wanted to share one of his poems...
My Father's Love Letters...
Somedays I take a moment
and I float away,
off in dream land.
I dream of the most wonderful,
all kinds of things,
Wings of Shadow
Night falls as crickets sing.
Dark would be the night,
A time for an evening flight
As the late day shadows cling
A dark out spread shadow flies
As the sun turns...
Hitler, you were the first mad man,
You overthrew the German leadership with a plan you squirted on the can,
Yes, you're worse than the Taliban,--
Your motives are selfish and...
All of the times when everything is wrong
And you're feeling like
There's no use going on
You can't give it up
I hope you work it out and carry on
Side by side,
With you till the...