that they aren't poems.
This is one of my poems
The tears rolling down her face as she makes those deep gashes in her arm.
She doesn’t feel anything, she is numb.
She just wants the pain to end.
For people to understand that cutting is not just a phase
Just because she cuts...
separate in every way
just wandering the bright blue sea
you were as sweet as beauty
i was rough as granite
till chance lead us to a strange shore
and a chance meeting under a romantic moon
till your beauty spoke to me
till my handsome grain spoke to you
in a charming...
beautiful in her strange way
and oh so tragic
we never had but a moment under a wonderful sun
but what a moment it had been
so full of promise and heartfelt light
so full of the emblems of brighter futures
so filled with the dance of hearts discovering sweet loves
Can you see all the people I despise?
Can you feel the emotion in these lyrics?
Can you think about my mental state and not fear it?
Can you understand what the pain is like?
Can you laugh at jokes regarding Tina and Ike?
Can you understand that dark humor is what I enjoy?
I love you more with everyday
A thousand reasons; a thousand ways
A thousand words that I could say
From a thousand miles away.
I love you here; I love you now
I need to love you near somehow.
To close this gap between you and me
This thousand mile eternity.
I love your heart; I...
by the defense
but an expert witness
appeared by surprise
and illuminated the
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behind his eyes,
for hers had once beamed
with a similar
the crime of self-loathing:
brought on by...
because I'm obsessed
I laugh to hide the pain
I hate the sun but enjoy the rain
I don't know how to smile
I am angry but in denial
I want to be diseased, dead
I wish I permanently bled
I know I've said it before
I am so damn tired of this war
Walk with me on
The midnight grass
Shadows hide truth
Of our trespass.
The cloudy covered
Moon rides high
Within our arms
We hold the lie.
On the wind
The only sounding
Of our hearts
On my lips
The scarlet beckoning
Come taste the hell
Unleash our reckoning.
I'm surrounded by people having a good time
And I try to have a good time
At least look the part
But I'm Charlie Brown
And everyone’s speaking
And I don't understand or care
What they're saying
Because I'm in my mind somewhere
Under the sky
For Faerylight, may she always shine on my heart
All this time, In the dark I lived
Lost inside looking out
Please listen to these words
My heart screams and shouts
Threadbare as the carpet I walk on
My love has gone astray
Then I felt your presence upon me
And all the...
perfumed soaps and spray paints
i want parts of her reality in unnatural ways
steely-eyed bunny wabbits couldn't be more bold
as she is traipsing round the backstreets at a quarter to three
with a dogeared copy of catcher in the rye
just wants to be heard
just wants somebody to...
Waiting for a glimpse or sign
Wondering if I've lost my mind.
Wandering fields of golden grass
Worrying heat that would not pass.
While the seasons slowly turning
Watching peats eternal burning.
Wishing frost to hit the moors
With waves of waters icy shores.
Westerly the skies...
My Lord I seek the peace of her love,
It's completeness would me sustain,
I long to drink from her loving sweet cup,
I ask I not search in vain.
Tell me Lord, shall I ever know,
The touch of my love's caress,
Shall I taste of the nectar, so filling ... Complete,
That would flow...
Within my mind
Point of origin returned
Alcohol may be
The relief I find
Soaking my insides
In a salty brine
But you're still blind
Why am I the one
Always left behind
finger to the trigger
Tooth to the rind
I bite the hand
I kill the...
I know how it hits you
It gets you at night
You start feeling normal
And it fights with you
It bites you and
Crushes you under it’s might
You’re finally feeling “right”
But not quite righteous
It comes back
Like it was invited to
Just to spite you
I know what you’re...
Sometimes I wished I'd have toys, other years games.
But I don't really remember when, I wished for a woman in my bed.
Maybe when I was ringing groceries, into a laser eyed counter.
Maybe the first time my car got stuck in a snowy patch in winter.
But I remember the boughs of...
and place... All those little details will have surmounted to nothing.
My eyes will intake the gloriousness of an abyss.
My heart will find meaning in the darkness of the night.
Every cell in my body will ignite into a fire filled with passion. Life will be a blaze of fury. And...
A good and civil way to have a fight instead of getting physical….
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.
Then I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack.
God saw me hungry, he created pizza.
.......To see a world in a grain of sand, to hold what falls in your hand. To know the future, but be surprised it takes place as long ago planned. Like an artist takes his tools out to paint. A long lonely walk he takes. Down the path through the holler. Up a hill, pass the...
a small hospital near Tampa Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and given to every nurse in the...
poetry, and any advice would be good.
You left me on a Winters night
As many often do
Hand in mine, you passed from life
As I was watching you
I sat with you for hours
Until they said I had to go
What was I supposed to do
Well that I didn’t know
I had to tell...
I love the beauty of the sea
Within its depth a part of me
No better where I'd rather be
The only place that I feel free.
To breathe within its briny air
To feel its breath blow back my hair
At the blue horizon stare
That is where you'll find me there.
I hide within its shallow...
Here I am, once
more I stand
on shore, high tide.
Once more you
more you try.
Once more you
rip, tear, and pry
me to the ocean, blue.
Here I am, once
grappling with you.
Once more you
more I'll repeat.
you can figure out what the **** I mean
Writing "I'm fine" on my wrist
Acting chill on the outside
When inside I'm actually pissed
No guilty conscious of the acts I want to commit
Maybe I should take a few more Xanax and relax a bit
****.. What's going on in my head
Why am I...
I wrote this some time ago about someone from very long ago. I was going through my old poems and when I came to this one, I kept reading it over and over again. The person I wrote this about doesn't have any place in my life now and I rarely think of her so, the moment has...
And as the day broke through
There was nothing you could do.
For of the rain now falling down
A greater value would hit the ground.
From that first dull morning ray
Started with a shard of grey.
Never thought it could evoke
Such an iron fire smoke.
But within that weapon cast...
No mountain is too steep,
to bring you out of the heap.
Just lay your cares on the ground,
and soon after you will be found.
Inside your head used to be a war,
the tears of the past is no more.
Now you can rejoice about life,
and put down that sharp knife.
Love the person you are...
The dawn cues the show to start
As my window curtains part.
To look upon the cast a story
Amidst the purple morning glory.
Seen below the morning star
Sits rows and rows of lavendar.
A yellow dot with white clouds hazy
A color script just for the daisy.
A worm that pays the...
Imagine a thirsty moment
Your parched throat needs relief
Now consider me your water
And splash me against your teeth
Feel my soothing coolness
Dance upon your tongue
As I dribble down your throat
From your palette which I have clung
Now take another drink of me
And swirl me in...
We've met and made a connection,
Without ever seeing one anothers face.
The blooming bud of a brand new friendship,
Culminated in what is termed cyber space.
We are starting a brand new journey,
Walking together on a pristine path.
Learning brand new things with each and every...
scented with the romantic notions of moonlight
her illustrated eyes slowly wander me
like a sensual thought left to drift
like a sweet dream left to thrive
she lays out in the summer daylight
adorned like she is the treasure of night
echo of her deepest
echo of her...
Broken twigs, broken words,
trusting soul caught in the net.
Time reveals all best left unsaid.
Can you see the end you’ve created?
Plans in motion, escape beginning,
dreams gone and dissipated.
Give it time, simplicity itself.
Will you shift away, as you would anyway...
town for awhile Was six years this month…. Wow… Still can’t believe what kids we were back then Six long years, eh? How many hours spent on phone calls? How many chapters did we write? How many sleepovers? But time takes it till And we’re not even...
a rain shower fades away in memory
and the air is thick in aftermath
drenched with memory
as we lay benith the overhang
her lace dress crisp against my cheek
i turn to say something but am
caught up by her distant looking silent revere
the notion of her hand moving along my arm...
Naked to not only myself but to ghosts surrounding me...
Chill bumps prickle at my skin causing an itch I can't yet touch...
My stomach rumbles with anticipation...
I feel eyes on me... Eyes I can't yet see...
Watching me... My every move...
I breathe melodiously cherishing in...
I wrote this one recently. It is the first poem I have finished in a few months.
He Reminded Me of Me Written by, err... Me. :)
I saw a boy of five today
Who reminded me of me
And though time passes in a blink
The boy did not yet see
And his mind was filled with wonder.
I've ever felt
is when I imagine
what it will feel like
to wake up
next to you
early on a cold january morning
with nothing but a blanket
and your skin
to keep me warm.
the shallow rise and fall
of your chest
and hear your warm breath
slipping out in to the
Buzz is my language
So listen for me
For you are my flower
And I am your bee
Separated by seasons
Is not too far for a bee
When springtime appears
I will journey to thee
Your colorful petals
Drip with glistening dew
I remember each petal
As I search close for...
I met myself on the street today,
I was looking rather pale.
My eyes were red, my hair unwashed,
I didn't look too well.
I tried to find the courage,
To ask me what was wrong.
I've known myself for quite some time now,
We used to get along.
He looked at me with anger,
the soul is but a vessel
but the vessel shouldn't be controlled
it lies itself inside my head
of what is black or almost dead
i see myself as something
but the something wasn't born or bred
i took desire let it build
i saw the world it wasn't real
A thousand 'likes'. A thousand comments. A thousand tweets of the same breakfast while we marvel at coincidence.
Because I matter.
Following you following me a thousand times for a thousand disciples; the next more important than the last. A favorite book/song/quote/movie...
she balances on the edge
of the crisp sheets of the motel room's bed
wearing her hoodie and jeans fashionably
not speaking except in the nervous fidget of her hands
but its her homespun beauty that is the tale to be told
truth of her breath catching when she thinks she hears him...