I was gonna publish a poetry book but the publisher said no one was into poetry anymore :( It saddened me
Poetry is what helps me explain my thoughts clearly
I didnt know what came over me to write this but it had consumed half of my thoughts :)
I am in love to a wonderful guy
Who is way different from any other guy
He's wise, cute...
My lips were chapped
My skin were dried
My life had died
My heart had stopped
Years gone by
My lifeless body lie
Into the wake of the dead
Where i expired
Memories of me...
i've written a few poems now and i really like it.It feel's like an intelligent achievement and i certainly don't get to feel that often i'm probably not very good but it's fun to...
Mind numbing pain
like its splitting my brain
every time we argue about something i did wrong
And after the blame game
everything's the same
back to the way things were...
The Calligraphy PenThere is a pen I like to usewhen my mind is flying with thoughts of younay...these are the times a pencil just won't donor a Bic, nor a laptop, nor glittery glue...
I wrote this for someone special
This isnt good but I wanted to say
Thank you for turning my night into day
Thank you for giving me a reason to live
Thank you for the love that...
i know lots of people hate me because i am not so good but
few people surely love me because they know that my little goodness is not fake.......
An Authors Pointless Sympathy
By Hollie Davidson (Me, aha)
I call her name in full despair
I look for the warnings everywhere
I wait at the doorway unaware
My heart got broken...
I just love writing them. I believe I'm improving on my poems.
A set of pains and then no feeling
It harms you not
Called to attention
The powerlessness of your right hand
Yet ability for growth
A deeper understanding
A measure to...
When Day turns to Night
I will fall into darkness
fall away from the light
falling, falling so deeply,
when day turns to night
The darkness is good,
it makes my heart take flight...
I'll show you love
make you hate
feed you dirt
until you hurt
You'll taste the pain
feel the fears
my thirst you'll slake
with all your tears
I have a lot but this is one of my favorite ones based off of an abused boy who wrote A Child Called It.
"HELP me!" a whisper calls, into the dark I hear.
I love it everytime my wife go there and come back with those sexy bras . It make her breast look awesome !!!
It's just so much fun. The Nightman Cometh is my favorite episode of anything ever.
I love looking at a nice pair of boobs with a sexy bra on !
Do you think Alisha's song Baby Talk sounds very similar to Madonna's Into the Groove?
Oh yes. So much. I actually find it funny; that a video game franchise - a media that is often considered low brow by critics - is more historically accurate, more engaging, and...
My Nirvana tattoo makes me look like I was in jail. Black ink and kinda rough looking but i still love it and accept it as part of me. Without regret. [:
I realy miss this music, I grow up it. MTV was cool, and to see all these bands, it was a GREAT time be alive. As I sit hear listing to GNR I was full of hope and love,wish I...
OMG ..I LOVE bombshell bras.. my husband loves curvy women. He couldn't get his hands off me when I was pregnant and my boobs and butts looked big lol.. I ordered the bombshell...
As if you were on fire from within.cc
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
No words can describe
When the day you arrive
I felt a word.. felt the life
Felt my heart beat and alive
But then it all
Faded, they stole
The one person whom i fall
I was reading this experience, most of them in English. I do like to write poems but in Spanish. So let me do it :).
Que iluminas mis noches
I never thought much about
What was gonna come next
I never planned where I
Was gonna stay tomorrow.
I never really thought much
about my future.
But today, someone asked me
'Im just tired. Tired of speaking.
Tired of smiling.
Tired of breathing.
I'm just done.'
Its my only escape. When everything is trying to eat me
Edgar Allen Poe anyone? Am I the only one who appreciates the depths of his madness?? Your feelings on "Dream within a dream?"
I am a huge fan in suckling, I'm willing to help anyone out there :)
I MISS WATCHING THAT SO MUCH!!!!!!
Just think I look hot in it! Plus the sweats are super comfy!
I know most of it is really cheesy, and did not stand the test of time, like the classic rock did. But I can't help it - I was the right age at the right time! This is my youth we...
Men......am i right? The rest of this is to fill up space
I have 4 miniature dachshunds. Millie is the oldest - 10 years old. Trooper is next - 6 years old. Then we have Nesley - 3 years old. And finally we come to Apollo - 2 years old.
I do! I stole her bone and basically I'm eating it now because she won't take it back
Silent Morning.... this was one of my favorites
BMW 7 series ( E32 ou E38), 6 series, coupe, 5 series ( E34, E39 ), 3 series coupe, 1 M series coupe, executive or touring, 850, Z3, Z4, mini cooper, one, M1, M3, M5, M6,
i look for a Toyota crown, crown majesta, crown royal session, century, avensis, camry, corolla, cressida, chaser, carina, Toyota Avalon, Toyota celsior, century, altezza, mark II...
Such beautiful music. And relaxing. I have always enjoyed long candle lit baths to Four Seasons. I like to try and match the seasons to the music I'm hearing.
The rambles of a lost and broken heart:
My love eternity
My love eternally.....
Never start and end
In my love...you exist.
Something still keeps me...
I write poetry I love it ...
how you gently weave the words into a wonderful song that only you can hear ... I love poems and poetry I do I feel like it gets out all of my...
by: Rob Paquin
In the blink of a wandering eye
There was missed, a true love's goodbye
It didn't take long, and there's not much to say
Just an eye that had...
I've always been a sucker for love and romance. When I was a little girl I would often day dream about meeting my special someone. I used to be all about writing love letters and...
When I was a baby I lived in Ernest Hemingway's childhood home. Now that I'm older I love to write. Poetry and music I love it all. I always joke that I get my writing interest...
Howling wind, scowling face,
No love there, Not a trace,
Broken heart, tear stained cheek
Love that's gone he calls you freak,
He hides behind a great stonewall
He laughs at you...
I am kaleidoscope of images,
A jumble up of words,
A victim of your loving,
A tribute to the absurd.
How does one go forward,
When the only way is back?
How does one keep loving...
Touched by the tip of evils tongues
Singing without air in my lungs
Fighting a non existent war
Giving all when I should give more
Lust or love it's all the same
I hope they will...
It never goes away.
Images reply in my mind,
Like a tape reel,
Of someone else's life
But it's mine all mine.
The fear floods,
Like a bad case of heartburn.
The doubts assail...
I don't know.. I guess it don't really believe in love. As a child I did, but with each year I mature, I stray away from the thought. If it exists, it's more like extreme...