I like to write poetry for those that I care about.
Our life’s events are written down
In the Journals of our mind.
We write about the loves we’ve lost
And those we hope to find.
We write about our hopes and fears
A magical blessing
The way they used to put me down
It doesn't matter anymore
I now know why I went through it
My armour has grown stronger
I now know that life is beautiful
i remembered days where i used to be admired
there was a time where i was once inspired
and time flies like a pigeon
migrating from nest to nest
things will always change
I am a very shy woman however I love to write erotic poetry
I do write some poetry and some short stories, please have a look at some of it on my blog: godsadventureepic.blogspot.com , enjoy. :)
Hey sorry for the cynicism but I have written poetry since I was young as one of my many outlets for anxiety. Since high school I have become deeply depressed and suicidal (I tried...
The turning tide.
The seasons come the seasons go
from blazing sun to freezing snow,
but in between the days of change
is something new, something strange.
The summer days get...
We would like to seem strange or different for show but that's just natural law. As I wait in the airport ready to fly my consciousness raises to the point of acension...
Leave the curtain shut
I prefer to be cut
Off from the outside
I needed you like the sunshine
Fill my cup with the memory of you
You and us
You're all I ever needed
Grab your sword and rise
Get out of your disguise
Be bold don't break
Its your heart at stake
Know who you are
You are not a fallen star
Your experiences your blade
Bored - poem
The clock is ticking
Times passes by
Footsteps back and forth in my house
Step step step
The sky is bright but a cool breeze outside my window
My body is glued to my...
For Alexander. Wherever you are.
You were the light
In life you shined
Radiant and bright.
You could never see the beauty
The beauty of your heart
The beauty you brought
Alas, here I am in my pointed shoes and my garish robes
A jester I be
But a fool
But a clown
The makeup hides my face
And my act is far from over
As I dance about the...
To me poetry is the intricacy of painting pictures with words.
Not always easy to do, but immensely satisfying when you accomplish it.
I do it in Norwegian, and sometimes in...
Hey! Poetry fans please read my work. I only have 2 poems so far one erotic and one not :) please read and critique
Light is fading
on this lovely evening
it is that feeling
of something unsettling
sets the sun with an orange hue
and I miss you
read my poetry
had my coffee
and cigarettes too
I'll post my lyrics, poetry, and stories on here. id like some feedback. :)
I wish on the moon hoping to see you soon. I read your messages growing weaker, I miss you so damn much, I'm such a thinker.
I wonder if your listening when I whisper your name in...
Here is one I just helped a friend write. She said she was stuck and asked for my help.
here is what she sent me:
Well here it goes.....the slightest touch,the sensations! The...
I remember the way you said
You'd spit on my grave
If I ever succeeded
The acid had left a trail on my tongue
And I sat beneath the house
On bare dirt with
Curdled wrongs and...
Before I can remember the love I shared
Before I can remember for the ones that I cared
Before the years of hate and love, was the years of grace and fun.
Before a time...
Roads to Rome
I am boarding the ‘Goodbye’ Train – going nowhere to anywhere
Once there had been a great portion of me, wishing you’d be there
Traveling mindlessly new...
I wrote stories from my achizophrenic thinking. I have mild schizophrenia and write really Diffrent stories.
Do I have the write?
To form that which is my own
Boring shackles of routine
Are those made of fire and brimstone,
Are those which hold me in place.
Ernest Hemmingway 1899 to 1961 (by moi)I am sixty two years of ageAnd have had years of observingWriting really,Through the third eye,The soul of the world gazing throughA crack in...
I was a dreamer in a past life,
I was a killer in another.
I was a psychopathic madman,
And an angry tyrant mother.
I am a prisoner of time,
I am a mass of contradictions.
I am the...
I like to write poems
You can be so creative
There's no rules really
They can be so random
~The Golden Age Of Suicide~
All the depression and sadness roams through the Earth like a car in a crash! The devil himself or God's witness is all who'll see, it's a sad little...
true guardian spirt
granted at my birth
bring from the chaos
the sculptured form
This is short. I wrote this generically but have been there some
I thought other might see themselves in it.
I didn’t want to love you
You made me anyway;
You tricked me with...
I just wrote down everything I felt... This is probably more like a diary page then a poem but whatever...
Mixed up - poem
One way then another
You care then you don't
Sunshine above me
sunshine you got me
release the dark in me
release me make me feel free
this day i won't forget
this sun on me,God's gift
that make me breath...