The dark winds howling from thrones deep below. The delusional destruction generating self degradation. Casting people apart with indifference and fear of survival. What if...
Tomorrow Never Comes
If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly,
and pray the Lord your soul to keep.
If I knew it would...
GODDESS OF THE MOON
Her love is like the Moon.
Shinning brightly down on the surface of my soul.
Glowing beautifully in the sky of my heart.
Moving smoothly across the...
Another old poem. Seems to be relevant right about now.
LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME
Three in the morning,
An' I haven't slept a wink.
Look what you do to me.
All I can do is lay here...
This is a recent poem, 2006.
Shuffled like bureaucratic paperwork
From desk to desk
Second hand clothes
Second hand love
Second hand child...
Your heart’s poetry
Was written on your lips
Waiting for a compliment
Torn between love and perception
I hope this is something I'm living
Not just another deception
But she sets my heart on fire
And every time I try to breathe
My heartbeat rises...
Dark spaces inside my head
Take over my mind when you
Go on your tirades
You yell and scream
You accuse me of breaking
Promises to change.
You act as if I'm a monster...
Beauty is of little Consequence
Who am I to say that love is not right but wrong?
That love judges its appearance by what it reflects
Questions speaks in no regard of this...
Such a pure soul
Yet an undesirable creature
Sought out by the pestilent shadow
Only wanting to the most qualified,
The nïave soul turned a blind eye
I love this poem, its just perfect. Just what I feel love is..
BY PABLO NERUDA
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations...
2 am is for the poets who can't sleep because their minds are alive with words for someone who is not there.
For the alcoholics drinking themselves into amnesia to forget someone...
There was a dead rat caught in a chinese trap...
And all I had to show...
Were the ashes of a life that had no chance,
It wasn't right!
But all I could do...
Steve Lawrence - Pretty Blue Eyes(thank-you to the YouTube up-loader for sharing with us.)Steve Lawrence (born July 8, 1935) is an American singerand actor...
i was not a drinker infect to do justice to my older self i never even dared to think that it can be a choice for me made by my own self......what it means to loosen up and what it...
I love Burns and Allen, Jack Benny, Carol Burnett, Mary Tyler Moore, Bob Newhart and Newhart shows. What classic TV shows do you like?
I used to write sooo much poetry.. now I barely do. I know that I can write when I'm sad about ****.. and I basically am when I'm alone. but I think I mainly fear that someone will...
Just like the dawn, your eyes now begin to wonder
they yearn for light, but
you can never give them what they want.
Just like the dawn, you slowly with darkness along, wake up.
I came across this very timely poem just now. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.....
As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering
I feel like this poem was written just for me;
The Right Track
Lord I know you're near to me
I know there's nothing You can't see
Help me to be all that You want me to be
She must kill him in order to live, but she refuses. She can not find it in her heart to harm him.
She tosses the knife to the water and then, she throws herself into the waves...
I'm thinking of leaving EP. Don't know what it is but there's something a little "off". You're welcome to say its me lol. I started out being straightforward and honest but my gut...
Trapped along the same routine
A sigh released, internal scream.
Round and round without a sound,
We go with no direction found;
As hands on faces reading time
They blare aloud...
Dark, on vended knees.
My deep, scarred soul.
Silence from afar
To the trickle sounds
Lightly puddled beneath
My bottom bare.
Check the scene
Looking for something more than supreme
More challenging beyond my wildest dreams
Something warm something cozy
Something that'll make my days better even a...
Another poem from my youth.
DENIAL OF LOVE
Cupid's bow twangs,
On my heart.
Lovely little sparrows,
I am dying.
But have no fear.
I am crying.
COLD I AM
Sometimes I feel,
So torn apart.
There's no place to hide,
When you have no heart.
Shows on the outside,
When love is torn to shreds,
From the start.
For the mere line, "But we loved with a love that was more than love"
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden...
So basically not long ago I found out the man whos been raising me all my life might not be my biological father. Really broken me in two. Ever since our relationship hasn't been...
It feels great
That you know how i feel
Even though you don't feel the same
You'll always be my girl
My heart skipped a beat
When i saw her in the street
Hadn't seen her...
I love Nizar Qabbani’s poem, I used to read it when I was at school, middle/high school - Problem is that I had to read it secretly because he writes such naughty poem and my...
something about wishing all your poems ended differently.
imagining they read backwards,
fitting broken glass back into windows.
undrinking liquor till your liver starts to...
Sometimes I am terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
- Edgar Allan Poe