I write poetry when I am feeling lonely. Sadness powers up my writing skill so much.
I never really write it down and save it. I just start writing and express what I feel.
Mary Beth Evans
Mary Beth Evans was the rarest dame I ever did see…
She beat cancer when she was three.
She had icy blue eyes and a temper in the skies, whether she was with...
You planted seeds
Seeds of joy and of happiness and of anger and of malice and of everything else that the stars could have possibly made up of
You let them scatter all over my...
Not going to say any name, as you know who you are
You are the person that talks with me, and hails from very far
You were one of the very first people, that I met here when I was...
Formatting for Kindle is tricky because users can set their own type styles and sizes. It is especially difficult for poetry formatting and some styles are just not possible. I...
These are actually lyrics to one of my songs but what are lyrics other than poetry?
by. A Demand for Proof
I remember back in the day
When we used our minds to fly...
It is wise, in the world of dark poetry, to pick your wound before your pen. We see through the facades, the faux anguish some people craft to try and relate. Art and beauty are...
Hi. I know you see me. Everyday I see you. I don't know Should I say hi or just walk away. You don't have anything to say to me I get it but just listen. Oh...you don't have time...
It's in the teeth
Soaked up by all the cracks
Hospital suite for two
In patient care
Psychiatric pills to keep them calm
Metal on wrists keeps bodies in bed
This is Fur Elise , twins flames blazing like burning heat
your never alone , even in the dark and you feel your heart has fallen
and you lost your way and cant figure where...
Most lives are full of struggles
As we begin each day;
We can only hope the path we found
Is the one where we should stay.
You can’t always judge the path,
Simply by its...
He sees her pain from the dark Vail he calls home. Knowing what will come if he makes contact. Yet he must see her talk to her, feel her. His heart heavy as he watches her from the...
You are the heavens and the earth
The earth to the moon
You are the Sun that shines and burns bright
You are like fire and water
Time and Space is infinitely You
You are both...
A letter to my father...
I'm always on the verge of letting go.
The letters to my future self were supposed to tell me what not to do today. Now I'm stuck, paper, pen and a blank...
Dedicated to a friend,
If I never was indisputably blessed with her presence interacting with my essence, my existence would have come to a bloody end by my self-destruction. I...
By Edward York
I have always been a patriot,
And thought our country strong.
I almost didn’t see the change,
When things started going wrong.
Freedom is a...
The Man stricken by the world he lives in. Knowing that no one understands him. All they see is the guardian of. the world. Only calling him or even looking his way when they're in...
I only see two emotions in myself. Happiness and sadness. The smiles are always seen but are never true. The depression is never seen yet hurts the most. I argue every day, not...
Ride or Die
You always feared leaving your concrete walls
Never letting them fall
There were times our laughter shook them
But they held too much
Too much fear and insecurity...
Ehh.. Poems are such a vaguely exact medium of emotion
At first, all was exploding and dying,
Imploding as it starts.
Then the corrosive winds fell upon blankness.
I have three poems published (well, one is an essay :/) and I wondered if any of you would like to hear them! Or I could write you some material; I love to write! I even have a few...
I'm not a jealous person,
But with you
I only see green
You don't see
How ******* great you are
You, you're like
The calm in the middle of a storm
'Your Seamless Love'
I should have written of you
And of your fair voice
When we were younger
We were so much in love
Many long days together
We would lay, and play
Please don't steal my poetry.
Reasons not to fall in love
I. His loose red lips danced as they spoke the words of the last man who broke your heart. They travel into your ring...
If anyone likes to read poetry you can read mine if you like? :)
Postcards from Italy... by moiYou sent me a postcard from Italy,Of your travels that summer,One after another, a trail leading everywhere.Low sun and orange skies,Heat and...
She's bending and she's breaking a while she's waiting for you to save her from this dark hour because your the hero this time so you better get a move on and save her this time...
funny this was my first... ahhh it brings too many memories:
Life can be so many things.
It all depends on you,
We will be taught many things,
Until we are through
Life is strong...
opposites attract because if two people came together that were exactly the same , there would be nothing special about either .
Imagine me being the silent Indivisual that I am...