I asked you for a reason to stay...
It was enough.
Eyes are receptors;
Capturing the essence
Of whatever is present
At each witnessed moment.
Eyes are reflectors;
To what we're enacting
So I have decided to start writing something, anything, everyday. Maybe one day I might pen down a story. I have realized when I write about my feelings or share some anecdote, I...
You're perfectly imperfect and beautifully flawed.
The pureness of your love leaves me speechless and awed.
Your eyes glitter like diamonds through the tears of past pain. With...
THE GIFT OF TIME(c) 2015 Edward YorkThe little hands I held today,Brought to my face a smile.And any troubles I may have had,Left me for a while.Even though you are short right now...
I wish I had a green thumb
I could kill a cactus
I know plants don't live long
I guess that it's just practise
Last kiss, first name didn't matter
I could take his last name...
But I cant, every time I sit down to actually write on a topic, I go blank. Like complete black out, no thoughts, no ideas and no topics. When I am travelling or moving or doing...
I used to write sooo much poetry.. now I barely do. I know that I can write when I'm sad about ****.. and I basically am when I'm alone. but I think I mainly fear that someone will...
I don't really write poetry as much as stories. I love writing, and it makes me feel better. I hope to be a published author and journalist, someday!
Since my daughters death in 2012, I have written several poems. They are laced with much sadness and grief its about her life and how I now feel without her. Her name is kissy.
yah, I've done that before! except i accidently send it, and the recipient was "not happy" to say the least! so, from now on, i shall vent on EP, instead. i dont want anymore...
The endless pursuit of material goods and kids claiming to be misunderstood.
Damaging to the human psych, breed a generation of youth competing for facebook likes...
i share my poems with people they say there good but i always think there lying because im severely dyslexic xc
I should probably just make a blog lol. But every time I try to make one I always just give up and end up deleting it.
Today was another stressful but somewhat satisfying day. I...
My Day Today-The Big Trip
Today was a jam-packed busy day. I had about 3 hours of sleep to get me through it, as the night before I'd both been unable to stay asleep and dealing...
The flurry of words...
Sent through the air
Hit him hard
I can't believe
Caused his pain.
They cannot be recalled.
They cannot be unsaid.
They hang in the air
I've learned not to search
for lost keys
or wish to find money in pockets.
moving on from you
was a lot
it was your memory drowning me
in the middle of church;
I started writing a story this summer, and so far I've written 70 pages, but now I'm stuck. I haven't written anything in about a week, and I feel so unproductive. I know how I...
I drove through Kalamazoo
Hearing a series of tunes
That didn't reflect well on you
When I crossed the state line
To Indiana the chimes
Started to be a bit more kind...
It may kill me
but it won't break me
because surviving this
it what has made me
so go on and try,
sock it to me baby,
it would thrill me
if you'd take me.
There is no mystery left…
And so, the stallion must seek
Further mysteries to fill his needs
Leaving the mare on her own.
There is no mystery left…
And so the mare is left...
obviously!!! it helps....so, i write, i write, i write
She's lost, not geographically within the hall, but within herself. She cries rarely because she no longer feels. There's a fire inside her, that allows her to continue on...
As I lay in my sleep,
The good days seem to flood back.
In the bright, afternoon light,
Maybe one day you'll be here,
When I open my eyes to greet another day.
Growing up differently, facing the world without a smile or being a confident girl, it was a struggle for me, growing up as a kid, my childhood could...
something about wishing all your poems ended differently.
imagining they read backwards,
fitting broken glass back into windows.
undrinking liquor till your liver starts to...
A day seems so limited in light of timeless things.
When one instrument creates a symphony that sings and chimes and rings.
My heart can speak of more than love my scars bleed more...
Despite that I know you can do worse
Each little slight still does hurt.
My innards retch and bile lurches;
My heart flails and my mind searches.
I seek respite but get no...
I refuse to give up even if I am the last one of my kind,
Even if I slip, fall, forgotten and left behind.
Guys Im a beginner writer on ig. If you want to check my poems, follow me @quasiray. Thanks so much.
Rarely alone. Sometimes entertaining. Often admired. Always perfect. Perpetually lonely.