I used to write poetry and songs all the time. It was like I could put a pen to paper and words would just flow. I guess with the husband and kids life got so busy and stressful that I lost the time or something. I try but it just doesn't come so easily. I met a friend who has...
I just wrote this without to much thought. Please don't be to critical. I have suffered writers block for years.
What was one a electrical tingle from your touch
is now a urning for you love
what was once the passion from your lips
is now the absence...
From bird’s eye view lies a tree in the midst of clamor. Her leaves occupy the unsettled air; Ballerinas, in an artist’s poise. Here sits a boy, despondent. His head’s stooped, back arched, using the trees bark as his balance. Fourteen years of darkness.. His thoughts blend...
I love singing out loud. When no one can hear me. I write so many love poems I could write a book. "There is no boundaries, no locks anyone cant put o your mind," and i use it. I think what ever i want and almost always write it down so I dont forget. I love a lot of...
I write poetry about my life experiences - sometimes words pour faster than I can write. I've done this for years and by doing this, I've learned about myself, connected closely with others I care about, and better understood my inner feelings. When I was a teen, I sang in a...
There's this weight dragging me down that I
There's a part of me that wants it to all go away,
but there's a part of me that deserves disarray.
There's dozens of scars,
bruises and cuts
for each and every sin
and I won't hit the breaks bc
I'm not all that bright but I've got what it takes
To make you frustrated, I'm overrated, undervalued, yet imitated.
My glass is half empty and sometimes half full.
I'm a tool but I can make you hate me, debate me, want to date me.