I write poetry, yes this is true.
Here is one that is brand new!
First LegStyle Poem of Twenty Fifteen,
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I write poetry to deal with loneliness and insecurity and my poems, although simple, will put anyone in a deep pit of sucky ickyness.
I write poetry, this is true.
From the looks of it, so do all of you!
My favorites are limericks, I've written a few!
If you'd like to read them, vist here legstyle.blogspot.com...
Oh blazing light, so ever bright!
Come shed on me your shining might!
For when I wake from slumber deep
And put an end to somber sleep
I will be searching in the sky
Cracked Mirror Of Broken Dreams
Do you believe the image you see when you look in the mirror? Do you see yourself as others do?
Or do you look deeper to a place kept hidden? A...
a metallic smell rampaged
through the quiet hall;
downstairs a cry slaughtered the air,
electric eyes rolled back a form of white.
They rushed the day in pairs,
I wish you had never told me that you wanted to kill everyone who ever hurt me.
I wish you had never made me feel that I never wanted you to understand what you did to me.
It's been a very long time since I've written any poetry and it wasn't that great, in my opinion. The poem I'm about to share was written a good 5+ years ago. It was my last and...
While walking by a field of green
I saw a sight that’s seldom seen
A tiny little whispering breeze
About the grass a top the trees
The sun was high and shone so bright
Today Was A Good Day
just waking up in the morning
I have to thank God
for me everything seems kind of odd.
my mind is thinking about you.
I know that it can't be us two.
When Day turns to Night
I will fall into darkness
fall away from the light
falling, falling so deeply,
when day turns to night
The darkness is good,
it makes my heart take flight...
The Clouds over the Sun
What a world we would live in where every day was night,
With no more sun and no more light to give our eyes a sight.
With no more stars...
I fear waking up to yet another day without you
every moment im awake
Im thinking bout you
And Im not sure
How much more
i can take
Because its only 9 am
And this pain...
A child of the Holocaust
I used to play in the front garden
Mimicking the bumblebees
Skinning my knees
And making mud pies with my sister
We’d laugh and fight and dig...
Why do people feel they can judge thinking this world's all about you?
You don't know where ive been, what ive seen or half the **** I been through.
I saw unforgiveable things...
I love to write song lyrics and poetry.
I haven't written anything for years, but I used to write quite a lot of poetry
“Thoughts of you.”
Throughout the day,
When you are away.
My mind wanders to thoughts of you.
Fill up my Mind,
And fill my heart up too.
I think about
Okay so I wrote this a couple of days ago and then revised it a little. I like how it sounds now. This is about the time I was 18 and was sleeping with a 37 year old man who was in...
I have been told that free writing is a joke, poetry has to rhyme. Absolute nonsense! I'm not going to limit my writing just because my thoughts don't rhyme. That completely...
I often try to write my thoughts
I do that all the time.
And in the course of doing that,
I often make them rhyme.
The format used don’t matter much,
One day I hoped
One day I wished
One day I loved
One day I fell
That day I saw
Sought day I see
Beauty lay beauty
In ugly lay me
In my free time I love to read and write. Seems like for me I've been to hell and back. Sometimes I don't know how to express myself to other people so I love to write it out. I...
When ur life falls apart, keep the love in ur heart
As that mask it grows heavier each day
Shackled to the past on a ship with no mast, flotsam n jetsam
I wish I could see myself through other people's eyes, after years of people putting you down you believe the nasty things they say.
As much as you try to think positively about it...
Listen To It
When it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop
And your fickle thoughts have just ceased
My hearts crying and it’s not going to stop
Won’t you listen to its mournful...
When I post a poem here it is, by some, assumed that the poem is about me or my life. That is not always the case. I strive to understand and experience the human condition. So...
When I was too young,
My power was in,
The palm of my hand.
When I was so small,
My soul was a brand new car,
Not a single scratch or dent...
Scarred by betrayal......
When is there a time where I ever feel happy
When is there a day where my happiness isn't erased
by the pathetic betrayal of another
I thought I was invincible,
Then you stole my heart and ran with it,
And on that run you fell on it,
Shattered it and ran away,
Piece by piece I picked it up,
Oh what is this bliss
I find myself melting
In thoughts and imagined memories
We unfolded and somehow intertwined
In our hearts and thoughts
Something i wrote months ago and stumbled upon. I have given up many times in life. At those moments I have made poor decisions. Sometimes it was cutting, drinking, trying to kill...
If it was yours to choose
Would you change a thing
About the days you've lived
And the moments aspiring?
Me, I wouldn't touch them
For a fortunate person am I
What was is as it...
As I walk through the corridors of time,
I'm faced with choices large and small.
Some choices affect the way I live,
Some have no affect at all.
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I BECOME A SUBSTANTIAL PART OF SOMEONE ELSE BULL ****?? IF WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE WHY BRING ME UP IN ANYTHING CAUSE ISSUES?? I FEEL LIKE THE PEOPLE I'VE CHOSEN IN...
Inexplicable this connection. Unexpected, unintentionally sought. This beautiful harmony of passion we play day by day. An untapped longing, an unsung song of desire an uncalled...
To ronnie because of what you felt during that time of your life
From the time i first met
I only knew what i wanted to do
But not what i needed to do
RUNAWAY FROM YOU
The first shade is covered with a haze
Clouded and perverted are my days
It just takes me away
The feeling is great
Only for awhile
Soon it's not enough to keep me in my clouds...
And as you bid goodbye to a life that you once made
To a life forever that may change.
You wonder if it's worth remembering
An immediate fear which may not be Worthing.
Title: I'm Dangerous
Boy, I'm dangerous,
Do you think you can handle this?
I'm five foot nine,
and I'm fine,
I have legs,
that goes on for days.
Do you think you can handle this...
Our lives consist of repetitive days
No more needing to predict our days
As we already know what will come to be
As we rise we...