If this is who I am, what am I to be? Is it truly true that I am limited by me? If I could paint a picture without saying it 'twas I, where would I dare put myself in days not yet...
what passes as poetry?
words that an amateur writer forces into stanzas.
words that a confused teenager scribbles into their lit textbook.
words that a social worker whispers...
What do you think about when you can't sleep. It seems like you want to think of everything all at once. Your plans, your goals, your past, your debt, what will you have for lunch...
BEHIND THE WHEEL
(c) 2015 Edward York
Driving down the interstate,
White lines are passing by.
The darkness begins to fade away,
As orange fills up the sky.
The hours spent...
Love always seemed one of those fantastically romantic things, which would come my way one day. And now that love is so real, I feel frightened, only it seems because I never...
HERE WE GO AGAIN.
(c) 2015 Edward York
I sit here in anticipation
Déjà vu is setting in.
The past keeps flashing by me,
As I upgrade to Windows ten.
I have seen this kind of...
by: Rob Paquin
Heaven hides within your smiles
I know this to be true.
Because I saw heaven there
when I looked at you.
A smile so pure and simple
Your inner light...
You mean the world to me
Nothing will ever come between us
No matter what anybody says or does
You will always be in my heart
Forever and ever
Your spot will never be replaced
As I lie in my bed,
Your name's running through my head.
All I can think of is you
And all that you do.
The way you look at me.
I feel as if I'm in a dream.
The blue sky
this poetry called ,, <<<< MY SECRET LOVE >>..... THIS IS 4 YOU ....... you know who you are ..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...............i sat down beside you...
I got my song and I'm writing my poetry
Using 2 songs
Badman torro torro mix
Love me again -John Newman
Life's great rn
I can't say what I want,
much to my dismay,
still talking and taking things,
farther and farther away
losing focus again,
like times from the past, they never end
Once upon a time
Is just a beginning to a fairy tale
A fairy tale that will decline and incline
A fairy tale is just an ugly creature behind a hideous face
A beautiful meaning
I've always felt like home was some place a person spends their life, maybe where they keep their things. I never realized until recently that it's something you make for yourself...
Living with depression is not an easy thing
going thru each day not knowing what it may bring.
It's not as easy as you may think
to wash it all straight...
It takes me back.
For some reason,
It makes me talk a lot of smack.
Maybe it's so no one will get too close,
Or maybe it's because my mind will float.
I start to...
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
(c) Edward York
I sometimes write down words,
Just to make you think.
I create a feast meant for your mind,
And invite you for a drink.
The words I write aren...
Seal the euphoric polar opposite, it lies to me, it is only a defense tower against my authenticity. I am instead a horrid, violent being with much stigma to my past. At last after...
(c) Edward York
The little ship was barely moving,
Against waves that splashed so strong.
In an attempt to reach for safety,
It had battled way too long.
Why.....Why am I being nice to those who don't even give me anything?
Why do I need to be rude to someone, just to hide my true feelings?
Why dont I have a clear vision for what I...
All of my pieces
Catching the light
Surrendering to the need to fall
Lining my silver
On gentle, lamp lit streets
In a glorious, quiet moment of...
Piece of Me
3yrs ago on this day our love was cut short
My heart tanked when I saw it in your little eyes
Head against the wall
Sobbing asking myself why
the viel has been lifted off the eyes the sins have been laid bare, it's time for her to truly see what she has done to mean all the knives and all the daggers she has thrown all...
An Old Wive's Tale
As the old wive's tale goes: When one is away, distance makes the heart grow fonder
Not if they go on without you
Our love has become a story
The dearest of my existence that I digress upon thee
A melancholy sadness that is expressed by the light of my undying need to scream
The scattered lesions from the legions...
I'm the girl she's going to tell you about
The girl in the corner with the shattered eyes
The girl in the corner with the broken smile
The girl in the corner with the darkened...
we all wear these masks and think that what we see from without is what we get when we are without. Emotions can be as true as this logic might suggest, but even that image evokes...
Dear mr. Adams
My love, my dearest,
Why do you hurt me?
You said you loved me,
Oh my dearest.
Was it something
That I did?
You are a madman
You sociopathic heartless monster...
(Written as a song really)
Sentences float across the page
No meaning to be found
Like thoughts they drift so aimlessly
Cross the sheet on which they are bound