The reason i cant be with you
Is cause you broke me
Then looked at me differently
Because you succeeded with your destruction
So that made me not strong enough
Beaten broken bruised
Misunderstood and used
Defeated and mistreated
Ruined and cursed
Could it get any worse
The words run
In my head...
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...
Do you really think I couldn't see right through your fake facade?
You made us both like equals, we are both just as flawed.
Did you think I couldn't hear you right through your...
I used to write lots of poetry, i stopped when my brother died, I'm thinking of starting up again :) it's been too long
I dated a guy who used to write me poetry, literally write me letters even though we were in the same state, and would leave me messages just to well me he was thinking about 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 am not invincible
Though I thought I was
Turns out I have a breaking point
I guess everyone does
Hers is the stress
Of pleasing everyone
His is the pain...
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...
(c) 2015 Edward York
I stood at the clearing between the trees,
And stared out at the lake.
The orange glow that was reflecting there,
Made me glad I was awake.
Man this is god's poetry, vibe and roll with me, rockin all on this beat. Used to complain about not having shoes, til I seen a man with no feet.
Now I feel rich, money don't...
Hello all! Ever wake up to thoughts with the urgency to write them down? It used to happen to me all the time but it has been years since until this morning. So here goes... please...
I lock the back door, the cold metal of the doorknob burning strangely in my hand. The steps creak as I descend and a nail catches the hem of my pants. I grip the wooden rail to...
I find it interesting to think I used to hate sleep.
Three or four hours were good enough for me.
I used to see it as a waste of time. I'd rather be awake enjoying life.
People do not see the real me when they look at me. They see a mask. They see an amazingly talented beautiful girl that will do great things in this world. A girl that can play...
I think I was born with a pen in hand.
when I was young. I was so captured by the music I heard. Probably because my mother never turned the radio off. We have natural rhythm in...
Reading has always been an escape for me. Opening a book I haven't read yet, fills me with excitement.
I tend to prefer used books, knowing that the pages have been told someone...
My Undying Love For Thee
Thou hast long departed indeed from my life
With the one solemn longing to be thy wife
My undying love for thee I never showed
A true modest farewell thou...