The lover of words
Keeps them in his head
Considers each carefully
its weight, its beauty
before issuing forth,
Wasting not even one
of that precious word
I love the word hot damn
A Life Time to Tell You
Heart aches, heart breaks, hands tremble...
A river swells inside; flooding past the eyes
This love a contradiction, reddened cheeks, a hazy mind.
I Am What I Am #2
I am true. I may be a fake smile, but I am real. I have a
real beating heart that loves until it is forced to hate.
I admit that I do hate, even though it is...
" why hurt yourself when you can express yourself through poems, wouldnt it be amazing when people gives good respond to your poem? "
That is what i said to myself when i started...
"Young at Heart"
There is a nine-year old child;
With trapped mockingbird eyes.
Unrequited love pinned to heart's wild.
Her eyes polluted with amber slivers;
Springy sienna curls...
Intensity flowing so deep my lips can't split to speak...
... Fear of rejection while holding you in my eyes; I see...
...I love with my heart bleeding down my arm; your...
Raining down like a hum drum musical heart beat is this storm beating down inside of me...
... Reminding me of how empty life can be.
Raging wild like the...
Air and Water
It's so sad to let you go
You've been in my every thought
For far too long...
I just feel like…
I'm dreaming a dream,
and I'm grabbing hold of every small...
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
When someone mentions the gracefulness
I just wrote and added Part 2, to Part 1, of ''An Enigmas War''
Hope you enjoy!!!
I stand there, glancing across the plain,
I see just across no man's land,
My dark side, my...
Who will rescue me from this agony?
From feeling suffocated by routine turned into monotony.
Feeling so trapped I can't take it anymore.
Everything seems like either a chore or a...
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...
If I cry alone
If I cry alone,
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?
the one that
if there's no-one to hear it
then does it make a sound?
Does pain have a voice?
Over and overThere was a dream that kept reoccurring;Over and overWhat we did and what we would do.Getting right down to the heart of it,We were always on the verge of walking away...
I'm a barefooted babe
My wooden boards are my iron faith
My strings are silver veins like water
I play a tune just like my father
I'm a Kudzu plant I'll seep right in...