Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
don't mock me with your tone. Don't sift through the mistakes I've made, don't ask me how it goes.
It seems to me you've seen it all, your fortunes well in tow. But you're blind to the most certain fact, there's always room to grow.
and hate, I dreamed a dream of my sweet escape,
My fate on a string,
My heart on a ring,
My head in my hands,
The time through the sands,
The world became cold as I watched you bend and fold the tattered pieces of my life,
With tears in my eyes I realise it was all lies...
When it feels
It may be
Just be an
When it is
It's not an
It is a choice.
There is no
Time just passing by with the blues,
Filled with ups and downs and bad news,
What is before us, do we really get to choose?
Through all the pain and darkness we look for clues,
But most of the time we hear just boos,
Is it really all about paying just our dues?
Good Hope... Glen Hansard)Stay close to me.Let me feel your warmthOn a cold October daySofter the winter that's coming,And warm a heart and skinThat needs some saving.From all of this mireOf time and lost timeAnd the demons within.Lift up your head and kissForget memories for...
soo sad to be soo smart, but always fall for the line
knew it was wrong, but still tried to make it right
so i ended up alone ,needing you every night
the thing that hurts so bad also hurts soo good
my pain was my pleasure n u were the one that understood
To whom it may concern.
I LOVE your warm and caring heart...
I LOVE the way you rip and tear mine apart...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE your kind and loving gentle words...
I LOVE the way the harsh ones make me hurt...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE all your honesty and truth...
I LOVE the cold...
if I ran a tight ship.neatness wise....and this is my metrical reply:ON FIRST LOOKING INTO BOOKER'S BEDROOM***Why...if Al Pacino saw my digs,he'd say out of orderThis plac looks like it was hit directly by a mortarI'm mortar-fied ,but to continue the thoughtIf it were Morse he'd...
This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks.
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and...
Something happened to my pink umbrella, baby
It was raining down from the sky
I felt ill, and wanted to die
My pink umbrella, baby
The sun was shining, baby
My pink umbrella lost itself
And I wanted to shine
thunder in her voice.
The warning scream of a panther
as she gives you her command.
Best you heed the warning boys...
Cause, whether Storm or Cat...
You try to mess with that girl,
She'll tell you where it's at...
And after you're all wet, shivering and alone....
for the lark
He collects from the circle
and takes the walk
He's the fastest
and he has ID.
Soon the circle
will be comfortable
and somewhat blind
and the bottles will empty
and rabbit runs again
Stacked lines on bridge mounts
and graffiti on concrete revetments
This isn't random,
Not a flight of fancy
Or a thought that comes and goes.
It's well thought out words of loss.
Admittedly amateurly said.
Every time you pulled away,
Every time you rejected,
Hands pushing away,
Narrowing all the places I...
She looks down at her weary hands.
They ache from the toils of the day.
For every day they lovingly hold many lives,
Gladly being the hand of love,
The hand of kindness,
The hand of patience,
And the hand of sacrifice.
Grateful to to give...
Tired of these holes in our backs from carrying these burdens of the past,
Tired of the people who judge what they cannot understand,
Tired of feeling guilty for standing up for myself,
Tired of standing divided,
Tired of the superior attitude of shallow people,
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
The movie Ondine
From water we came
From water we shall return
Comfort, know all is not lost
All is All Alright...
I said it the first day and say it tonight.
In rain we remember our origins
Salted sea waves wash over us
it seems a simple thing..
wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium...
A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair..
and if i were to tell him,
he probably wouldn't understand....
he said I should probably wash it.....
It smells a bit you see,
(and it does)
But it smells...
found a heavy piece of wood
and thought as hard as a caveman could
until at last he understood
to him the role of King belonged
He knew he couldn't hesitate
to split every fellow caveman's pate
till on their knees they would await
King Grom the greatest of the great...
or not but it is my first poem. Here goes nothing.
For there I lay in bed dreaming.
Not asleep but merely pondering the life ahead of me.
My thoughts are screaming and will not let me be.
The failures throughout my life racing through my head had me steaming.
and took all my beer
The dishes the CDs,and eight tracks ,I fear
The laptop and flatscreen a mere prolog
To finding you also carried off the dog
You done me wrong you deflated my ego
Was that any way to say,Adios,amigo?
I spent all of thesse days in a semi on the interstate
and stretch upward.
Plump, golden, lovely in your simplicity.
You imagine that maybe, possibly...
You just might be beautiful.
You just might be important.
You just might be wanted.
But then, without notice...
You’re cut down.
You're absently trampled...
I am constantly wondering what might happen if you knew that my smile isn't shatter proof, that my love is overwhelming, that I am human to my core and that I'm scared of everything. Will you run as soon as you see the ugliness in me? Are you immune to the guiles of my...
And then sad songs here, there and everywhere
Sad songs pouring from the sky
Like sugar in my manmade tea
How many raindrops, baby
How many sad songs for you and me?
Drink your tea
Drink your water and be happy, happy and free
than a person
Facebook...the dream was singing to my art
I decided to write bad poetry
It fitted my mood of the day
Facebook - oh so clever
An open book
Full of secrets
For all to see
Secrets for you and me
Joy in my heart
Pain in my art
Millions of users
We went to the supermarket....we needed two things...
Two innocent objects....but later we cringed.
Who would have thought......that two items together.
Would make people laugh....like the touch of a feather.
She had chafed lips.......and we were cooking a feed.
So off to the...
this hurt I can't show, so I'll burn this page just like all those times before, it's all the same there and here, a tear is shed a smile is cracked the secret remains, entrenched in this heart, enveloping those bitter aspects of this bleeding past, A haze of confusion lingering...