God looked around His garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were...
The worst sound, is that of silence.
Having to endur the pure, thick, sound of completely nothing... Nothing at all.
Any other day, you'd kill for silence, but today... Its suffocating
It takes you over, controls you, surrounds you... It pulls you away ,into the the state of...
I'm not really here
I hang around
doing some of the things I should
but not all
Certainly not like Ms. Chatelaine
A tidy home is
a happy home
and this place stinks most of the time
Apathy is a by-product of
indifference is a by-product of
hopelessnes is the result of...
There's a place that I go that no one will know how or where to find me
There's a place that I go where answers do not exist
and questions are the only form of communication
There's a place that I go where music is your life and greed is your death
There's a place that...
Without soft bed to sleep..
Without sweet dreams..
Without drop of water..
Without bit of grains..
From cradle to the coffin..
From tears to the smiles..
He wrote..wrote and wrote..
Evrythings for all around him..
No awards..no stars or colours..
At the end..
Poet's heart was...
CRY NOT FOR DIANA-CRY FOR HER SONS
Cry not for Diana
For she needs no tears
She is all about us
And will be for years
Cry not for Diana
England’s lost rose
For she lives on forever
In all verse and prose
Cry not for Diana
Only for her boys
I long for your touch,For your love and attention.I wish you'd be mature,And see the broad picture.No one has time,For your drama and small talk.Baby, I'm waiting for you,To come around.And baby, make it worth the wait.
he was everything I've ever wanted, that's exactly why I can't have him.
What does a guy like that want with a girl like me?
He can do so much better and everyone knows it.
But, he keeps coming back
He says he loves me...
There is a moment called “cross roads”
Where cross winds dazzle the mind with indecision.
Wildly the compass flutters
At that precise moment, known as “cross roads”
Time intercedes in defense of the soul.
It whispers profoundly but once:
So many stories about creation
Each author along with accomplices
Perpetuates an irrevocable mythology
Bonded in mystery accepted blindly.
From whence do the fables come forth?
From a dark corner in the universe?
From an enveloping power everywhere?
There are some quotes from a fictional charector, not of my creation , that I've come to find applicable in my world.
" It's ok to write poetry, as long as you wash your hands."
"People who write poetry, probably have other nasty habits."
Rains pelting, driving
Thunders crashing, booming
The Earth is heaving
The oceans raging
The storm has passed
lives are altered
never to be the same again
Long, long ago there was a small village in a meadow not far from here.
The People of the village were faced with a crisis. Every time a party of hunters left to look for food, they did not return. The People who were left behind to wait feared the worst...
and it just came running out of my fingers...
I see it so clearly
like a bystander, a perfect witness
no attachment to the scene
no subjective slant to the details
When I look behind me I see
all of the events and lessons learned
that have handed...
A broken smilea lifeless face,her distant eyesaren't out of place.Her arms are thinher breath is weakshe doesn't move,she doesnt speak.She looks so smalljust waiting by,I grip her handbut no reply.I feel her breathfading away,she doesn't blink...she doesn't stay.A single...
I am the Water that flows ever
never stopping or reversing
always running, running somewhere
searching for a different path
I am the West Wind that blows ever
never resting or at ease
always rushing, rushing onward
chanting through the dancing trees
Life is always differentSome days are full of pain,but you cannot have a rainbowwithout a little rain.We need a little darknessto see a shining star,We need the bad as well as goodTo find out who we are
Flowers growing in the garden
We Plant them
We watch them poke through the soil
We nurture them
We water and feed them
They bloom into beautiful blossoms
Some are lovely
Some are not
Some stay for awhile
While others are picked and go their way
We are sad to see them go
where is the wind
that sways the trees
to a carnal lullaby
whisp'ring your name on flaming leaves
falling, so beautiful
why does the summer end so soon
giving in to a reproachful
replaced by a merciless
must I shed this bitter
The only poem I've ever written,
The only one that would sound like I do,
The one that would sound like me,
If that's possible,
With an act like this one,
With words like these,
How can I not display my need,
To be who I am,
If that's possible,
I'm standing here alone,
Enveloped within the darkness.
This is what I want.
The light kills my soul,
Places of emptiness.
I see your face hidden in the dark,
Is it real?
My mind is playing tricks again.
You can't be there,
Crowds of people
laughter and ignorance
and many other sounds
whispering and smiles surround you now
hated by many helped by few
is this what there mothers there fathers did to them to?
made them weak
made them single you out in a crowd
as the day draws to an end my nightmare begins my hare on my arm start to stand up straight nerves take over my hole body i break out in sweats going to the toilet every 5 to 10 min am afraid to close my eyes or lay in my bed trying to find reason to stay awake am child you know...
I feel like I've been lost to the years
Passing me by in a blistering haze
Never to be seen again, the years of my life
I give unto you, the best of myself
But can I accept nothing in return?
My face contorts in anger
My heart withers in sadness
I feel like there is too much at...
Every morning i feel you next to me
Cuddling into me
Wrapping ourselves into each others arms
Rubbing each other nakedness
As we lay cascading kisses unto each other in heaven
As i open my eyes glistening with joy
I find myself lone in the bed
Slowly waking out of a dream
I wonder through the world
searching for what? I do not know,
I have a feeling that I am Missing something.
I know not what it is.
Will I ever find the missing pieces?
Will I ever be whole again?
Finally off in the distance i see what I have been...
Your mind is like a spoiled rich kid! You have raised it to think whatever it wants, whenever it wants to, for however long, without any regard for consequences or gratitude. Now that your mind is grown, it never listens to you! Sometimes you really want to focus on something but...
When i feel you..
I wrote poems..
Only for you..
I decorated them with my tears..
Though you are far away..
Leave me..insult me..
But donot do it to my poems...
That it is my life too..
No doubt,as you..
When the twilight descends upon us
and the earth and creatures nestle down
my mind runs rampant with memories of you
I close my eyes
I feel your warm embrace
your breath upon my neck
The slight tickle of your mustache
against my lips
she is a poem is pajamas
an unfinished Picasso fresh from the shower
she is a watercolor painted along the
moments of my day
in bright vibrant colors
running along my thoughts
as fluid as the delicate turns of her laugh
shes not just a woman
shes a universe and a summer day...
All they wanted
Were divisions and separate states
Instead they were given
Atrocities, Murders and Rapes
The world stood back in silence
Whilst these war crimes were carried out
Had it no conscious
Or was it being polite
They called it Ethnic Cleansing
What a sad and complex...
I reach out but no one is there ,
I cry but no one hears ,
I ask why but no one listens ,
there is an emptiness inside me like a deep and endless void ,
I stand upon its edge about to fall ,
I long to embrace it ,
to let myself go.
This came from hearing about an accident, and thinking about our
precarious hold on life. I began to wonder what might be going
through a mind in those last moments of consciousness...
I've always been an ambitious sort;
from the moment I was old enough
to think about...
my shiny thing
my glimmering pretty half hid
among the litter
my secret treasure that I hold up to the light
then I hold you close to my breast
grateful that you are mine
and then I let you go
rain falls against the window pane
my heart is full of longing
where is he
I look but only in vane
i keeping hoping
for him to be with me
so far away
yet so near
why does it have to be this way
i hear a whisper in my ear
its the wind
making me think he is here
I feel as tho i...
It's not that I
don't care any more
I just can't afford your pain
You show up every time you score
and then you're gone again
I can't find the right words
I don't know where they are
but I can't help but wonder
how you ever got this far
You can't ride
"He touched my wrist. Lightly, and with just one finger, but I shivered. It wasn't that his hand was especially cold. I think it was the subtlety. If I hadn't been looking, I wouldn't have even noticed what he'd done. He took my pulse, I thought. Stole it."
Mr Fox by Helen...
but i doint blame them for my probs some people might saqy they had some thing to do with it but no i got into drugs from about 24 nthen went on a methadron program and i just relapst there i was offf every thing i had stoped smoking aswell my wee lass well shes 13teeen now but...