Iam a 19 year old girl and love reading books.
Love Reading and Knowing Things
I call it bad poetry
sometimes it's just stacked lines
sometimes it's banal and trite
I break the academic rules
and write songs to be sung by fools
Maybe I don't...
"I call it bad poetry # 2"
manic rudimentary ramblings
of a man child with poetic constipation
and stuck in a quatrain rut.
This feeling is nagging
Is it a love song, or self...
Pedestrian rhymes are not that fun.
Especially when your out in the sun.
Damn white paper blinds my eyes,
Every time, I get bit by flies
Sort of like King...
My girlfriend one day read a beautiful poem posted by a friend here on EP.. by Laberge.. she said to me it would be wonderful if someone dedicated such poem specially for her...
This one is about killing someone you love, and the thought process that runs through your mind. Trying to get into the mind of a murderer is hard work, though.
The Bliss of...
Not really....Haiku! (gesundheit)
It sure is easy
to be misunderstood here
it might be just me
it is hard when
mind is traveling too fast
for pen to keep up
I feel like a child...
and I'm glad I've met another like me on ep, who loves to read and write
Falling down, is my best moveMany times in life, I've fallen downand found myself upon the groundFrom this postion I can seeso many people just like meAll of us had other plansbut...
Thank you for the golden bridge
upon which to retreat.
Thank you for the sacrilege
that makes me incomplete.
Make way for peace and better days;
find solace in...
Who else is obsessed with slam poetry?
someone asked about Slam Poetry so here is an example. Thanks for bringing this to my attention...awesome message from a lovely, vibrant, young poet.Wild D
You can leave me
Take away all that I have
You can want me
Love me for who I am
Takin' me high in the air
Flyin', so scared
Afraid not to see you again
There's a ghost inside the mirror
staring back into your eyes.
What exactly brought you here?
It's a wonder how time flies.
Have you ever traveled back in time
to the day...
To you who stalked me here, then came to bed with me, kissing me goodnight and let me fell asleep in yr arms.. you who runs her fingers in my hair and brushes my lips with her...
~The personal heart of a soulIs not the personal heart of a person.
The heart is what loves that of which is around you.
My heart is why i love you.
Many people say " you have to...
"The Briny Balm"
I went to the sea to heal my heart.
I found a balm
in the sighing waves,
the soothing salty air.
She's a fickle lover; It's often said
by sailors and seaman...