I used to write poetry that strictly rhymed and flowed. I loved the lull of it when spoken. It appealed to my musical side.
I hated poetry that didn't rhyme, it just wasn't for me...
I still write a lot of novels, stories and other kinds of writing. I used to always write poetry. Every day. But I was very young and when I posted my poetry on sites like Booksie...
a metallic smell rampaged
through the quiet hall;
downstairs a cry slaughtered the air,
electric eyes rolled back a form of white.
They rushed the day in pairs,
It's been a very long time since I've written any poetry and it wasn't that great, in my opinion. The poem I'm about to share was written a good 5+ years ago. It was my last and...
I haven't written anything for years, but I used to write quite a lot of poetry
I often try to write my thoughts
I do that all the time.
And in the course of doing that,
I often make them rhyme.
The format used don’t matter much,
What no one wants to talk about,
If you leave it, it'll go away
The thing that's just unspeakable
A word no one wants to say
But it's something you can't ignore
You can't leave it...
It was before my time
The wind had kept me so tight
Like a dingy upon the rough ocean front
An emotion crippling me
My thoughts drawn out like a cartoon
This so called fear of...
I once heard a soundIt came as quick as the nightSunset down behind the lightAnd there I found something not rightA heartA beatLaying beside my feetI saw a chance to fix it upTo...
Far more then tears
Beyond what the mind can receive
The blank stares that I endure
I cannot be hurt
I fear the worse
The life I once had, has now no...
"We've all been there, honey."
On the tile floor of your bathroom, broken down crying, slit wrists bleeding out your pain, your head between your knees begging "God, please...
"Sinner, Sinner, I Don't Miss You"
Supposed to be
Who would save me.
Don't you see
The scars I left
Upon my heart?
Sweet perfection beating in my chest
A modesty so pure and true
I want to kiss you under the sheets and tell you that you're beautiful to me.
I dream about your midnight eyes...
She believed in right and wrong
Yeah she stayed strong
She used to have chats with her brain
Nah she wasn't insane
She created her own site
Replaced the blackness with white
Sitting in my bed kinda sick thinking about the things I usually avoid thinking about like life, death , and what comes after I almost see fire in my future chapter .
In a sense I...
I get it.
You love her.
You are still my best friend.
You always made me feel I was important.
Even if I couldn't help you at the task.
And now I see you with her.
I really hope this doesn't make me sound like a terrible person, if it does, please know that I am just trying to speak from the heart. If I am terrible, I guess I will realize it...
Buffalo Bill is dead
Who used to shoot pigons
Isn't it wonderful what some people can do? I had a grandmother who could play music by ear on several instruments but couldn't read a note. Apparently there were several in her...
I think i should rather write that i try to tame this wild, dark, bitter inner "friend" of mine. I feel like everything i do is pointless and all that i am is worthless, there's...
Hey. If anyone shares the same interests that i'm about to post about, feel free to talk to me. :)
1. My name is LisaMarie - but people usually just call me Lisa instead.