cage on my heart
Beneath my breast
Piercing my ribs with every breath
I'm left and dead set on what I regret
You deny my pain like I'll suffer less
Drive me insane and tore off my dress
To spill the words I couldn't say
They dance on my tongue
Like birds of prey...
but much more of an observer. I much rather read other stories, instead of writing my own. Although writing is one of my favorite ways to express myself. I should really scale up the volume of posting content on this site. I want to be a better writer and I strongly feel the...
at home and write, until I got writers block, to smoke a joint and go to bed. Writing is life. For Christmas I'm keeping a journal of sorts for my grandmother because she's literally my biggest fan. She's read the majority of my work and is always ready to read more. I love it...
and love and the will to carry on.)
In a sense, lost…when paradise found.
Innocence lost, no touch, no sound.
In my senses, the cost, enough to drown.
My two cents, embossed, in a tin crown.
And I curl in a ball on the ground,
clawing and drawing upon all that I am.
Our kingdom --- Anninihilated. The battlefield had become a graveyard with countless bodies upon bodies resting on the cold, cracked Earth. The buildings began to crumble and collapse giving an escape to the trapped smoke. Fleeing into the air, releasing it's toxins causing a...
let him go ; let go of her
We can't let go unless we're sure
For something that can dislocate
Something cold to numb the ache
Something to be our next mistake
Something like love lying in wait
Satans got his eyes on me
With marked intent , selfishly
The cross I wear...
I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance...
Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
Kindle and soon to be on Nook. Both of these systems have apps downloadable for most devices (PC, tablet, and phone)Searchable under the title name.This book is as much about relationships as it is about solving murders. The twenty year marriage of David and Eva mixed with the...
Date a girl who writes.
Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
From the ground you shall rise from what you were, and a new life can now be born.
We welcome you to your feet, as you learn to stand once more, for now you are superior, with a grace that stems from your core.
Second is depression
Third is anger
Last is acceptance
Shoot I went straight to anger and slowly turning towards acceptance.
There should be a switch for second and third. I got anger before remorse/melancholy.
It's all screwed up anyways.
So dear reader - no poem this...
I just posted some of the chapters from mu book online. And they are translated to english from norwegian.. And i am so afraid that people will hate it! I know i should not care but still. This was a lot of work from my side.. And it will crush me if nobody likes it...
Your mind is clear
Severing your solitude
You hear her
Calling out to you
Lies deep in her eyes
Between her thighs
Absolve the mediocrity
With a pain so deep
Rage becomes need
Your illusions lie...
The once a year appearance putting smiles on faces.
The deep red color casting a spell on weary eyes.
Making it a time for no tales and no lies.
Pointed petals madly going in each direction.
Perhaps portraying our minds situation.
Whether red hues race through our...
always my little man…)
Little man, I only wish, I could hold your hand forever
And if I were the Maker, you would never have to be alone.
But I am only a man, just your Dad, and we can’t always be together..
yet you will carry me with you, in all you’ve ever known...
I was well hidden. At least in my head. I was under the duvet and I was pretty sure I was invisible to him. I saw him from the outskirts of my duvet – the purple flowers edged with holes had managed to serve a purpose after all. My heavy breathing was starting to ache me, I...
A being of such toxicity, that your world is filled with such unfriendliness and distasteful grace. A beauty so ugly that you could repel anyone from you at first glance. One day, i hope the world comes crashing down on you for all the horrible things you have...
A spinning compass
A shredded map
Your fingertips across my lips
Tiny little slivers
With the shards left from words
That I spoke in reverse
Mixed anger with hurt
And you tasted it first
Open my mouth and the devil comes out
keep replaying the events in their minds in a futile attempt to make sense of their suffering. The never ending thoughts about their emotional upheavals can disrupt their sleep. Writing about the trauma allows them to find meaning in the events and resolve their emotional...
I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper.
I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
I can't keep up
I can see you there in the distance
Wait for me!
My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow
Do you hear me calling your name?
The mist is enveloping
I can't see my hands
Your form is disappearing
I think you've gone too far ahead
I am lost
I am alone
as flawlessly as before my depression stomped through the door and demanded my undivided attention. A wonderful book idea of mine is just sitting idly in my computer, waiting patiently for my imagination and inspiration to come back into my life. How I wish the urge to write...
I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School. I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university. He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing? I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
were quick to object to any perceived favoritism and claim superiority over others. And the people started wars, and killed each other, until no other animal had killed more humans than the fellow human beings. And God asked them what they had done. And they said "Am I my...
The taste of your kiss
Our tongues entwined
All of my demons
Submissive to you
Watching you gently
Break me in two
I want to feel your pain
Driving into me
Because I self destruct
I'll play the martyr
Just erase this ache
Kiss me harder
them, capable of moving mountains as long as their faith was at least as big as a mustard seed. And God commanded man, saying "You may have free will, but one thing you must never do, you must never question nor doubt, for when you do, you will see things as good and evil, and...
Like a sandcastle on the beach that you have to constantly remold as the waves change its shape, we are constantly changing. We're not the same people we were ten minutes ago, and during the course of our lives, tectonic shifts in our makeup occur.
These iterations of our being...
I am working on a couple of novels, they come from the brain and require discipline. I write erotica which id born out of passion and comes from your soul. But poetry comes from the heart and is born out of pain and despair. You will seldom meet a happy poet. Especially right...
I am what most consider old.lol Up to about 10 yrs ago I use to write all the time. Poems and short stories,& songs. The last thing I can remember writing is a poem for my daughter before she was born. During the 11 yrs of being a single mom I lost my passion. I guess...
Writing fiction, is a beautiful form of art. Being able to create characters, events, and the places they happen in. To visualize all these in your head and transfer them on paper or let them flow through your fingers as you type is so incredible. It's like magic!
The stoic bastion
Proceeds with caution
Well placed diction
Not just caption
In another edition
Of our fiction
Dried in anticipation
Fruits of lactation
Love needs resurrection
With lots of suction
Lube provides traction
One with no color,
You can still see my face,
But I am still covering myself,
Everyone has their own mask,
No one is who they are,
Were all hiding ourselves,
lost in society,
We may not realize it,
Our masks can never come off,
Society is of judging,
Our masks hide the...
And the Spirit of God moved upon the point and in a Big Bang the point expanded. And God said let there be subatomic particles and later simple atoms. And God saw the atoms, and that they were good: God divided giant clouds of primordial elements from the void through gravity...
I was without mine for a couple weeks while it was getting repaired. No matter how much I tried to adapt and write anyway, production had ground to a halt! I'm working on being productive again. Wish me luck!
yes and i will never tell you no
i want to end up in the sea of your eyes.
get me lost in that high.
all i need is your trust i can take your **** yeah.
i havent had enough i wish you would just come with me come with me start a new love come with meee.... ooohhhh
Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
a whimsical fantasy with a child-like theme;
The fondest memories of golden lace, yet a stream of quaint ideals.
I feel for you, for it is not real, yet I am here within my dream;
A blessed curse, for once i share, the prize of a stolen pair.
Be able to put people on the edge of their seats, leave them with a shocking twist that sends shivers down their spine. But I have sucky grammar :( I tried to relearn it but I just forgot. Good thing I can at least spell right.
but at around 6pm I was just bone tired. I wanted to put the day to bed. It was too early to do that, so I went for a walk, made some coffee, and now nearing midnight far more awake that I was 6 hours ago.
I pulled out my little moleskin writing pad, where I have tons of...
tell me what you guys think.
Im beyond saving, Im beyond hope,
So ill drown all my fears, in this tattered rope.
the knot is quite simple, to a fool like me,
its easy to forget when i’m hung from a tree.
All the things they called me, float away in the wind,
the weight that...
in an unravelling paradox of words, wisdom and chaotic ruse.
Oh how I wish to see you stand upon your feet and hypnotise the world with your gracious flamboyancy and connected soul.
You appeal to my ever perceiving eyes, and wedge an unnerving sequential mastery over my ever...
Pour salt in the wounds
That still bleed for you
Forget her it's better I don't know the truth
I don't want you
I don't need you
Yes I do
Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart
For the pieces of me you tore apart
Your blind drunk and venomous work of art
.. How ?
Please tell me how ...
.. How can I smile
If you don't ?
.. How can I laugh
If you always cry ?
.. How can I breathe
If you're badly hurt ?
.. How can I sleep
If you daily suffer ?
.. How can my heart beat
If your heart is bleeding ?
.. How can I not think of you...