Together as one
Brings joy and peace
You bring into my life
Like nothing I have ever known
My heart is...
my gf always says "she writes her own music". she should stop then.
I usually do my writing in an outside perspective. Even if the situations are my own, I will write them in 3rd person. It's easier for me to write things outside myself in a less...
I don't claim to be a poet, though I sometimes write poetry, albeit poorly. I write what happens to be in, or pouring from, my heart and soul. This is for, to, and about, my best...
To my dearest King,
Maybe I am not allowed to call you like this. This is the end of my dreams .I’ve reached a dead end. I have nowhere to go and no one to talk to. I’m broken...
sorrow poisoned moon chained misery and grief stabbed and bleeding heartbreak is like walking death behind dim desolate Tear Stained eyes, no light shines no joy exists, kissed...
My mind got twisted in the hidden meanings of the words that you speak
I could hear what your heart is saying as my own feels so weak.
My eyes wonder as slowly I catch the...
I don't write a lot anymore but part of my being here is to remedy that. I used to spend hours pouring my heart and soul out onto miles of tractor feed printer paper back in the...
Reflecting on Summer
i'm sitting among the tangled roots of an old mountain pine….its trunk serves me well as a backrest as i look out over the cliff watching a mountain stream...
A mutual song writer/poet just brought up an interesting thought that is extremely resonating. The fact that he wrote very few songs last year compared to previous years. This year...
I used to think i was afraid of love completely, i thought i was afraid because i didn't think i would be loved back but i'm afraid of love, because i'm afraid of getting hurt. I'm...
The words were never left unspoken,
destiny was not ours to share in unity,
the knowledge of hearts ending up broken,
did not stop us from defying destiny.
Whenever I think of you, my almost heartbreak, I can't see clearly.
You come back in kaleidoscopes, with flashes of your dark green eyes, glaring into my brown ones, and then...
Last night was the hardest night of my life.
Almost three years ago, I met a wonderful man. Clever, intelligent, funny, respectful : someone a lot of women would call perfect. He...
MY DREAM FOEVER SHINES
UPON YOUR MOVEMENT IN TIME
MY LOVE FOREVER SHADOWS
YOUR SHAKING, SHATTERING GROUND
"I AM NEVER ALONE, I AM NEVER HELPLESS"
I AM ALWAYS HERE
"into the fabric of life"
my heart is a child
holding a bead
weave that onto a necklace with your finest golden threads
weave my dreams into the fabric of your life
can you do it...
You and I were the little
The smallest minority
Believing in a future
Without an authority
We were the sun and the moon
Creating our own eclipse
Watching as the earth went dark...
Tonight I busted out my journal! I don't understand why I deprive myself of writing ,I love it so much! It's about the only time I can TRUELY say whatever the hell I want. Tonight...
An old poem of mine..might make a song of it..
In your deep and velvet eyes I fell..
so long..that nothing mattered but your touch...
Yes. I have a lot of anger cos my crushes rejected me over years. I was rejected so many times , i cant remember. Im not even ugly, they were just not into me. I saw so many ugly...
God must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer,
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.
He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little...
So i have shuffled my Music Library and the big letters below were the songs that came out. And with it, I made a story. (Hope you like it)
NOBODY'S HOME when i came home from a...
Let It All Go
Bring hearts broken
Unwilling to give
Not sure how to live
Turn fast away
And your heart you'll betray
Such bountiful treasure
You don't harbour my love anymore
My heart is lost in the storm
Baby let me come back home
I'm lost alone in the cold
I've never felt more at home in your arms
I've never felt...
I follow the dark songs of my heart, through the cold rain wet grass, led by the cold and coMfortless voices of crushed and tear-stained flowers, passing through the tall black...
locked forever in a silent scream my heart is a shallow grave where my lost love sleeps always with me like a breath lingering in the curtains following like a white and pale gray...
New York Camelot
(this was for my Grandparents' 50th anniversary)
Where my grandparents live,
the soft summer wind would sigh
In the breeze from the lake
Sometimes we’d collect...
Social interaction with a computer screen, promises of love forever,
Texting words laced with heart and fantasy easily continuing
To Feed these silly dreams of a beautiful happy...
I have to give the background its my therapy, but I will try my best to keep it short.
I have known this girl and her family, as friends of my family for over 20 years. about 8...
This is my Moonlight Lullaby,
a song of Sorrow, Heartache, and Pain..
My soul can No longer Carry on,
without you near me...
This is a Moonlight...
The Light You Bring – A Song of Love for Chanukah_____
In this night, I will be with you, as I light the candles for this special eve, my heart rejoices in the light you bring...
He had the gun to his head, as he did every night, of everyday. He had the metallic taste of metal invading his mouth as he brought the gun to his mouth. His teeth clenching...
Wow some people can reply to comments on stories they write but then ask questions and only heart replies. Why treat your replies so different, replies are replies does not matter...
I want to pour my heart out. I want to share my mind, my imagination, my ideas, my fears, my soul. I want to scribble or type until my fingers bleed. I want to write again. I want...
I write down how i feel about you and crumble the page
she's gone now so shouldn't i erase?
How i feel inside?
Take apart what makes up my heart and cast it aside?
Write to six people without saying who they are.
1. You have given me so much. Life, opportunity, advice, wisdom. You did your job to the best of your ability. I'm sorry for...
I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
On a good day I can write into worlds into existence and tear them to the ground in the same breath. My eloquence is matched only by the articulacy of my prose. I am the sage...
My heart aches as I think of him
My cheeks are wet with tears as I say his name
He sewed me back together, limb to limb
Love is a very cruel and unjust game
Life took him from...
My demon stood with me
He who took all i had from me,
Who had stolen away from me
Family, Joy and Peace.
I sought help from my savior, Christ,
Praying for strength, begging for...