Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
Broken Glass Mirrors
I am a shy mental mute
Who rarely ever likes to distribute my feelings
And as if being different was bad enough
I was an outcast
I still have red marks and...
I see our Family
The way we used to be
The love and empathy
The dream went on
Going day by day
But what hurts is what we never got to say...
I was good for awhile,
I really was..
But then I started thinking of everything we were.
We used to be the best of friends.
Now I feel like we were never close at all. Even in...
My leather wings have grown so large. Sharpened horns make me ready to charge. Though I've decided to let you leave. It doesn't mean I put my heart on my sleeve.
Because I no...
Why are we so obsessed with perfection?
We're all gonna be old in the end.
Even if we don't die old, we'll still look tired & used.
Everyone gets abused, in their own...
Words, what are they?
Are they sweet like a kiss from a baby?
Are they like swords used to slay?
Are they honest like the change from rain to shine?
Cold like a winters sky...
Sometimes it is better not to utter a word,
And just open your ears up instead.
For often we learn more by holding our tongue,
And listen to what others have said.
It happened many years ago,
And though not gone away,
Time helps memories fade a bit,
With each new passing day.
I was very young and wasn’t used,
To all of life’s...
What a fool I was
What a fool I was you see,
To think this land was truly free.
As the darkness threatens to consume me,
Smoke and fire's all I see.
Close your eyes, open...
MY FATHER’S HANDS
My father’s hands, were strong and firm,
But also rough as well.
He used them for the work he did,
And you could always tell.
You could see the calluses...
You were inhumed
suspended in space
surrounded by murky, fertile soil
the nursery for a growth that was at once
a flowering garden
a verdant forest
a steaming jungle
Entered this one for a contest. I hope I can get a Honorable Mention at the least.
Lonesome Cries and Deafening Shatters
Angels dressed in pure white petals
Fly me lightly in...
There's great truth in poetry disguised as sex and sex disguised as poetry.
Poetry is how we say to the world, and to each other, "I am here." I talk about poetry as a way to document the world and our common experiences, to say what needs to be said in a...
I find myself saying things in conversation that could be mistaken as poetry. For example, I was talking to someone, and I randomly typed this out of nowhere.
"Have you ever looked...
Poetry is taking an ache and making it sing
This is not my usual poetry.. This is me being raw before I explode.
Leave me in peace.
How can you expect me to like you when you unknowingly fractured my own ability...
I'll make you a man
l'll write you a song
I'll breathe you in deep
I won't do you wrong
Trust me baby
Because I'm not her
I'm much more honest
I'm much more pure
I don't write poems often... But I put all my heart into it when I do.. It's intense
What Would You Do:
I'm finding it harder to hide in myself.
Things I wouldn't say keep escaping my mouth.
I'm afraid I'll slip & say it out loud.
I'm not even sure if i have the...
I just reconnected with a friend on here who always told me I should write a song, well I haven't done that haha, but I have written a few poems, and I would like to share one with...
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I don't know you,
I don't know the way you smile,
the echoes of your laughter, at the corner of my ears -
reasoning like old vanishing memories.
I don't know the way...
My child do not mistake the way his hungry eyes feast upon your flesh as a message from his soul professing love to you.
Do not mistake his eagerness to be with you when the...
This overwhelming comfortable numbness...
From love and drugs for me I can't tell the difference it's the exact same comforting...
Makes you see the whole world for what it is, of...
I'm feeling so lost, feeling so out of sync
thought this was over when you walked out on me
but I lie awake at night and drink 12 cups of coffee a day
I numb myself with sarcasm to...