It's in the comments. EP keeps Flagging it cause of Language
We come into this world, pray the Lord our souls to keep
At least we got something, we didn't have to beg or steal.
As the years go by, we learn best we can
To love and walk in...
I Found It On The Ground Today
I found it on the ground today
And held it up above me
Looking, wondering and pondering
How high were you yesterday
How far above the ground
They say to keep trying
They say don't stop fighting
How do i tell them
This fire keeps dying
How do i tell them
Im tired of reigniting
Im sick of these leaves and...
In reminiscence of my sister - who died in childbirth complications - a very strange way to die in 1986 in the US.
(Kit died the Sunday before Thanksgiving in 1986)
I saw a...
Then I Wrote
I want to tell you what I'm feeling
But i cant bring the courage to speak
No matter how hard i try
My voice becomes so weak
So i found a better way
Got out me pen to...
I always feel the urge to write but I end up discarding it because it doesn't sound right , or because it seems corny .
But then I'm not being true to myself...
I don't want to work, on this gloomy *** day
Don't want to go out, not even to play
Just feel like writing.. my day away
I don't care to write, all sorts of fluff
That's what my...
Every song I sing I don’t feel,
Every breath I take, “Am I real?”,
“Where should I sit?”
On the ground?
6 feet under?
Sometimes you are inspired to write things just because they are hard. One of my poems took three years to complete because of the complexity. I love twisting words with two or...
So hi. I'm not really going to share a poem today. I'm here to tell you about my love for poetry
It is not only a form literature
But also a source of happiness and pleasure
You seem so confident
Dressed sharp to represent
During the morning commute
You have places to be and things to do
I'll see you again in the evening
After taking the day's...
I'm just gonna sit behind the keyboard ( again ) and start typing word's, and just see where it goes?
I got up this morning, and rolled out of bed
Fell on the floor and banged up...
Mind filled with weakness
I know you and I could do better
Tired of walking life with lack of self expressions and needs of out lacking depression
Always wondering were my dreams...
I don't know if I can call this a poem. It's been brewing inside me for sometime but I don't have a safe place to write. Someone might ask why I'm crying... I don't know if this is...
Before anyone panics, I'm fine. I've channeled someone else's experience to write this one and incorporated some of the advice from this weekend's jam session to help it flow...
Think, think, brain just please think.
As words flow thru my head, and rivers begin to form, I'm stuck here, wondering in a corner.
I don't feel as though tears are needed anymore...
poetry is very important to me, i love to write. ive written some wonderful deep thoughts.
Eyes lock across the bar,
a nervous yet sly grin,
eyes beautiful yet sad,
a desire to be bad
I want more with each look,
to see what's underneath,
the taste of sexy lips,
I thought I'd try an urban throwdown to compete with the country songs about the boys 'round here. It's a work in progress because I'll need to determine if it gets sung like a...
I know this sounds unbelievably egocentric but, I really do enjoy when people ask questions about my writing on this app. I like when people have different interpretations of what...
When Is Time
When is time
Where is space
Why have emotions
Fallen from grace
At 3 in the morning
There is no arguing
There is only sounds of cars
But no sounds or sights
She lives within my dreamsA woman like not otherShe has a busty full-figureA woman to become my loverHer eyes sparkle like diamondsHer smile is bright as the sunHer body makes many...
So this is what I've become,
what was meant to be
No excitement or passion,
always the boredom
Never warm and never hot,
just a constant chill
Nothing broken to be fixed,
she of silk
draped in lace
wrapped in woe
drowned in chaste
gone the dreams
in drops of hope
the longing dies
the flower wilts
she of silk...
A Poem For Today
Summer comes to
An End so sad
As the day fails
And The days grow short
As the sun gets less warm
I feel the year end
And ask myself ,
What was it for