I hide my true self not because I feel ashamed, but because I'm afraid of the discrimination I will get...I love everyone and everything...When we have a conversation and open up...
I've recently taken up writing as a hobby and I can't stop! Two novels, five short stories, a ridiculous amount of poems, sonnets, haiku, etc. I feel like life just began in some...
Red ribbon by moi
Music: A Symphony Pathetique
A winged victory for the sullen
The tidal respirations of our ocean lives,
Breathing in and out...
I wrote this a long time ago but it's one of my favorites
well the forest swayed
and the ocean swelled
and I watched the world
get so lost
in taking off each other's
I've wrote this poem for the guy I like who has his GF already we were close in the past but we're strangers to each other now
Today as I go home,
I really feel so...
I've wrote this poem for the guy I like can you please suggest a title?
Today as I go home,
I really feel so alone,
Thinking of you makes me feel so blue,
For you love her now and...
In a dark waste land
I found the light
Suddenly finding my urge to fight
Either that or stay out of sight
But no matter what it will be alright
Trapped in my eternal night
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because...
Slipping on Mist
Where is the joy of my precocious youth,
that slowly slipped one morning into a mist,
like a lover's lost affection for lips once kissed
and sipped so sweetly...
She corners me
Then whispers me her poetic verses laced with love
And although Id always find her art appealing
I can't be with her
This thing that she wants will never be...
The stories of Edgar Allan Poe, love them.
He was the air I breathed, the love I felt, the sun that shined, the comfort of home. I loved him from the moment I saw him and that love never once wavered. He's the one male in...
Poetry makes no sense to me at all. The only kind that may make sense to me is one in lay-man terms or something written by a child.😐😐😧
It's cool and all to write in...
This is a recent poem, 2006.
Shuffled like bureaucratic paperwork
From desk to desk
Second hand clothes
Second hand love
Second hand child...
THE GIFT OF TIME(c) 2015 Edward YorkThe little hands I held today,Brought to my face a smile.And any troubles I may have had,Left me for a while.Even though you are short right now...
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
So I started writing with one line in my head; all of a sudden this was on the paper, and oh my god, where did it come from? But I love it.
I used to be the kid
Who wrote poetry...
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...
Some poetry is beautiful, some of it though tastes artificially sweet. :/
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...