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In life's vast tapestry, where shadows loom,
Amidst the storm, within the gloom,
There lies a beacon, small yet bright,
A glimmer of hope, a guiding light.
"TEMPLE OF SOUL"
In the temple of the soul, we find,
A sanctuary for heart and mind,
Where candles flicker, shadows dance,
In timeless rhythms, we entrance.
Princess of LilleThe prettiest mirror on the islandI wanted to let you knowThat every man wants to haveAt least one flowerOf happinessFor their wife.
Mon amour, ma femme
Mon amie, mon âme
Quand je dis que je t’aime
Ce n’est pas une plaisanterie
Ce n’est pas une triste moquerie
My love, my all
My friend, my soul
When I say I love you
It is not a joke
It's not a sad laughingstock
Grevived through me is all of your loss.
Filling my body with gold is your joy.
Stringed to my soul is your spirit.
You're the locket that savers my love.
The key has never neeeded to exist.
Come, taste the world with me
Time wears bright call
For plain value
Chasing down seconds for centuries
Night and day
New and old
Ink of my soul,
Precious portal of puzzling wonder,
Make me whole,
where aura aims high and art sparkles the clouds,
Dr aw near
Tou ch me
With your palms of laughing lights
With tips of thousand suns and moons
Closer than water to my earth.
Hungry swords on dying days
Running time in weaknesses find figures from ways
Myths made man bleed with war’s mortality
Peace travels through Fortune’s winds.
I drank the moon
It was blue at noon
My heart was snatched by bloom
I was mad as insanity driven soon
Each rev was mind blown as the moon and noon
In this modern world of hustle and bustle.
When I hear the pages of a book, rustle.
At the end of the day when everyone is gone.
In the darkness of the night when I feel alone.
Darling, you love me
And yet, I love you more
My angel, you like me
And, but I like you more.
Mujer, mujer, oh dulce mujer
Mi amor, mi cuna, mi comienzo
En mi cuaderno diario
Cada día es tu día
Tú eres mi alma, mi pilar
Love me now while
I can love you in return
Love me now when, at will
I can turn on and off the lantern
Love me now while, still
Listen, dear readers. My name is Hébert.Brierre, Vilaire, Césaire, Baudelaire,And I write sweetly inspiriting words,And about umpteen beautiful things.We find Lociano Benjamin and Victor Hugo
I wish to go to the valley of white stones
overturn a few with the tip of my shoe
browse the sandy shores bordered by sandy sea
Endless light bent over expansive quiet
This land of sand and stone, of silent reverie
my true inner selfsecret person of the heart~ heartland of my soul......Mark Toney © 2021.5/7/2021 - Poetry form: Senryu (for you)
Where is the magic?We all start out knowing magic.We are born with hurricanesand whirlwinds, oceansand galaxies inside us.We are able to sing to birdsand read the cloudsand see the destiny
Last night, in my dream,while i wandering in the wild landsand crossing silent shadows,i met a word and ask:''What's your name?''My name is loveand i'm alone in life,i need you,
i ask the lips, why are you crying?'I lost my colour, i lost my flame, i lost my longing'.The eye says:'I lost the inward tenderness,fade the light around me'and the ear,'i don't hear harmonies
Fallen angel! Why are you scared?Why you dwelt alone in shadow? Why you tighten your fists?why threaten the whole life?i know, afraid to .love,let tenderness pour from your eyes
Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,there is no end and never was a begginning.Thousand centuries will gone and will leave faint signsin the breaths of time, thousand suns will light up
And at the end, what?what happens to the living when they die?what happens to the tears when the eyes close?Where do the stars go when we don't dream?where the pain of memory goes?
To dream with the black man in one eye
and the white in the other,
We know so little,so little, almost nothingand this is only truth,when and from where?from the fissure of infinityand the unreel of time,lonely splinterswe wander on dreamy travels,
"NO HESITATION."
If you can't keep going never hesitate to get growing. Your soul dies the moment you give up. Rather keep your head high.
#C9_fm
I’ve tied my body to someone else’s for so long
Sewn my hands to another’s back
But now, I look down at the scars
From ropes and staples and thread
Each word, each phrase, each chord is a sob from my lost soul that keeps waiting for you.
Shall I allow these iron bars that encage my body to also encage my soul
Verily i say these bars will not be allowed to constrain me
When you look into her eyes
Trying to find whatever lies
Behind those dark stares,
Under that cold skin of hers,
Beneath the crown she had worn,
All you can do is fantasize:
What would it be like,
with beautiful words, we glow
like water makes a plant grow.
with a little mistake,
we're forever scarred,
like that flower in your backyard,
exhausted, worn out, dull.
when we can no longer take
People grow
Angels too
Not just those
Helping me and you
Heart and love
Flows in all dirctions
Angels Angels
Beings of Heart
Come share community
Right now's a good start
What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Can you see all the memories that I so strongly despise?
So badly I wish that I could cry.
Or even better, I wish I could get high.
The black clouds are rolling in
The lightning cracks like a whip
As the thunder roars with the pride of a lion
The sky's blue slate is wiped clean by the darkest grays
And shadows begin to cover the streets
Young souls...
Young in spirit, mature in body.The behavior, it is still stiff.
Unreasonable and also stubborn,it's going through a tough cure.
Affliction is my life sentence
for all the broken homes
lost souls who alone roam
it's an epidemic
I’ve been sent to represent it
what debts they let weigh
upon the young man
The grass of the backyard
Is a wild jungle,
The clover a dense thicket
A golden hunter,
She tramps through the green
Eyes bright,
And he saw
The light in my eyes,
He saw I was trying,
I was holding on tight.
Once I felt freedom,
Now I feel too much.
Silent alleyways, bright window shops
Warm riveting smells in these compressed
bricks are as familiar as a common cold
These streets hold an evening story so predictable, simple
She was lost.
The girl I once knew clawed its way out of my body,
And slowly dripped earthward.
Giving the Earth back the soul, it had once lost.
Wild flowers started to grow where her soul pierced the soil.
Opposites attract, for thine soul twas made of one cast. Like Yin and Yang so too is our love. Together as one we thrive and survive for apart we shall fall asunder.
Such a delicate repair,
For a soul so rare,
To break upon repair.
Yet here I stare,
At her beauty so rare,
That none shall compare,
To the love we share,
In her love that we share,
Dear soul where are you.
I thought I found
What was destined to be mine Fooled so many times ,
and this again ..while hurt somewhat clouds my mind
I new deep in side with shame I'd hide claiming love but blantant lies
Untangle the strands that trap and immobilize,
reach into my soul and revive
Give me a breath,
a breath of your life
My thoughts are ruthless but
your love is relentless in pursuit of me
It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
I’ve let so many people down,
Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
Those eyes
Peering straight into my soul
No matter what always glad
always love filled
Thank you
So sick of crying but more sick of you
The yous who are telling me what I should and should not be feeling
The yous who are telling me how I should be healing
None of you know, how could you nor do I
Woods, leading no where.
Beauty in the field, destroyed by weeds.
Circles and circles, round and around.
I keep tracking through these woods.
Feeling lost inside my soul.
Where am I?
Blazing, the brazen orb frenzied with greatFlashing, its flame in crackling blasts of heat.Fusion follows fission in frantic gait.Bloated gluttony or the bawdy teetIt slavishly seeks to gulp, whorish trait! Yet Helios possesses grave powers.Explos
Isolation of my soul brought out the worst in me
The original justification for this was
Ive been hurt before so why try again
but once I got the taste of love on my toungue again
The air becomes dry
and the wind stops mewling
familiar hymns that I stopped singing
So that I may talk to you
I wish you could truly see me,
Before you saw the vessel that carries me.
I wish my heart would introduce itself,
Before you knew my name.
I wish you’d feel my soul before you laid beside me.
Typically the least regarded resource,
Used with no hesitation or remorse.
Things that are important go the wayside,
People swept away by the streaming tide.
War boils within;
Battlefield of my heart, scorched skeletons
Of memories rancid.
The tree of delight drips bare.
To You I exposed my heart,
Sublime seeds of offense,
Fear.
The mess of tangled thoughts, mangled anxieties, strangled shouts
That invades your brain
On quiet nights.
Fear.
The joy of the soulis measured by feelings.Smiling, you float over the
forgetfulness lost in the twilight
of the evening
I'm not ashamed to admit
I am an overly romantic
Because if I feel, I know
I exist,I live, I'm alive!
I do not go unnoticed
The soul:
ages not, neither decays,
dies daily when we sleep,
ressurects the next day,
renewed and refreshed.
No one appreciates you when you are not thereNoise and confusion everywhereThey don’t know you are still here
I need little. I need something that alot of people think it's something irrelevant. I need moments, the little moments. The ones that you remember when your heart is broken. The cuddles at 3:00 A.M. in the warm bed.
It's a wordit's a passionit's a life.
It's carefulit's creative and alive.
It's beautifuland silentbut it speaks.
it's a world whereanyone can be.
This New Earth
The summer harvest
Has been reaped
To feed our souls.
The last bounty gone
To the dust of leaves,
Clinging to the mother branch
I Hold
No question at all
I Don't
fear the unknown
I've Known
My Liquor & Gold
Spirited Soul
Has to Bear It Alone
Poetry is a storm
Forlorn and freeing to me.
Drops in an ocean,
drops of emotion,
a crazy wild downpour
of speaking human feeling.
Drops of wild,
drops of love,
Poetry reaches the depths of the soul, climbing into the parts that yearn to be whole
Tugging on our heart strings, just trying to teach us things
I let the words speak to me, Poetry has taught me how to be free!
Mother Poetry,
Lend me your ears,
So I can tell you my darkest fears.
Help me grow as tall as a tree.
Mother Poetry,
Lend me your helping hands,
So I can be the one who understands.
You think that art is simple
That it's just pictures on the wall
But you’ve failed to understand
Just how it exists in us all.
It resides like unseen colors
You think that art is simple
That it's just pictures on the wall
But you’ve failed to understand
Just how it exists in us all.
It resides like unseen colors
Sitting next to the window
Watching dust stay suspended in the air
My breath does nothing
Under the harsh yellow light
The window is cold
And blues fill the void beyond the pane
Neon flickers to life
It is not learned in pages of text
Nor spoken from a Man's face
It comes from the whispers of the soul
From the howls of the wind
From the chirp of a bird
From the cry of a wave
There are two of me
The first me – the real me – is a good kid
Does what their parents ask, be nice to everyone,
never push the limits
The second me is a lost soul
A body with missing pieces
From a desk
Looking out
See the array of stars
Mysterious, cryptic
Like the souls of all you know
In the Nexus of dreams
Ideas to explore
Vast and intricate
Some simple yet potent
If I could look into your eyes deeply,
see your soul
Your baby soul.
Like remembering my own;
you'd know I love you forreal,
embraced in a cradle.
Admiring soul
Internalize
In turn all eyes turn inwardand find only darkness,what a clever disguise.
When I have lied to myself and others for so long,
It is hard to see who is wrong,
We could lie to ourselves like we always do,
But since I have had so much more pain to go through,
Slowly and sweetly arises my soul with a comforting, soothing fear.
A place, not a place, a man, not a man: Heaven! I'm finally here.
The guilt's gone away, tears flit to my eyes. Why do I cry in such bliss?
Lord, give me pain.
Let me feel every tear that wells up in my eyes,
Every moment my heart is shredded to pieces, Lord.
Give me pain and give me torment,
Let my soul wrench for the poor and for the needy,
The woman's tears were beautiful; the rarest things tend to be. The less a fragile soul is seen, the more tender and sweet it seems.
It's not a trial to slay a doe
Among the forest floor and snow,
Enchanted by the final breath
Echoing from the chasm breath.
A soul escaping from a snout,
A final breath struggles out
As Heaven and Hell,
I have no wealth.
My soul is rich, dear,
Take my self.
In place of thrones,
I offer bones
Superior to
Precious stones.
Unlike
Gems and wreaths of gold,
Claiming sadness to be all your own
Your only comfort in life, the sorrow you've known.
Could anyone know the tear as well as you?
Be seduced by the pain, as it cuts your heart in two?
I hide my body,
And decorated my soul,
I don't put doormats or door signs,
That says "welcome" anymore,
I got rid of all the dodders,
And sowed seeds of dreams in my chest,
Dear Katherine,
My friend. My love. My life.
It’s was a new year.
I was starting over.
Not sure who to trust.
Not sure where to go.
Then I saw you.
Recognized your face.
someday a boy will break your heart in two
consider this a forewarning to you
his eyes
brilliant baby blue
will consume you entirely
If I were to whisper into the depths of the deepest soul,
Would my voice be heard?
Should I venture into the darkest crevice of human spirit,
Would I be lost?
A sky abound with Sun untoldClouds and tears of ages old,A curl of childs hand upraisedTo skies unbound, the Moon unfold.
Burning low with red in deep,A hand impossible to keep.Thus lit by souls unweeping flame,While seeking soul burns not the same
We hold our Hope so close inside,
Laugh with those who us deride,
Our true person untouchable,
While evils only scratch outside.
A blended mix of Pride and Fear
A golden glow falls down from sky,
And on my face and hands does lie,
It warms my skin, but also soul,
And heals my broken heart to whole.
to my Self,
you have always been,
are,
and will continue to be,
perfect in your imperfections.
You are human,
and you are as beautiful as the cosmos.
to my Skin,
Burning bright
An eternal flame
Turning and twisting
Desires rise higher
Crackling and sparkling
While working its way
Through the chambers of my heart
Until its blazing,
Dear Old Me,
Hello back there.
It's me, your future self.
Go sit down,
Prepare to frown
But know it won't last long.
I know you are
So innocent,
Though you may be rotten.
Hi it's me again
remeber the girl you forgot again
remeber you said you'd be right back
remember you left me to freeze in a shack
Hi it's me again
remeber when you told me we were best friends
Dear Mother,
Hello, I just wanted to say you aren't a mother.
I mean a mother couldnt do what you did to me could she?
You left me in the streets so you can get high.
To my first love,
The exquisite pain in feeling your love, it was the very thing that kept me alive
Whether it was when we were friends, lovers, you were always by my side
The constant eradication of a soul
A soul broken into pieces of a whole
Leads to a stone heart
That can no longer feel pain
I close my eyes.
I breathe.
I smile and embrace the wind in my hair.
My heart is breaking so I seek peace.
I pray.
I want to cry but I can't.
Look at my face-
I will always seem okay
Dear Ms. Arie
I am my hair
I am my skin
I am also the soul that lives within
Times have changed Ms. Arie
I can walk around the office with wild hair and still be "irie"
Dark skin is just my color
Your lips
– Gateway to your heart –
So thin, so pink, so tender,
Like rose petals;
Wet are they not with dew
But with nectar,
The eternal and the sweetest amrita.
Because I loved you,
I became, not one, but two identities
One day I would cling to your arms like a newborn baby clinging onto the breast of his mother,
while he sucked the life that was given to him
Are we just now
Meeting for the first time
After all these yearsWhen I have known
Every crinkle in your forehead
And heard every story
To love another by: Tae-Shi Savage
To love another is to make them apart of your soul,
to have them feel complete,
to have them feel whole.
To love another is to make their heart bloom,
I spilled into that frosting grass.
Spindly, numb blades lusted for the blank sky above
and bent and bedded me into their meadow-berth.
The pinching smell of nothing burnt my nose
Sleep evades me;
My dreams propel me
To a greaeter unknown
Through all I've excelled
From the place from whence I came
To the road I will travel.
- A wandering soul
A Soul so pure
Clearer than any crystal,
Brighter than any Sun.
In a place upon Heaven,
Next to God's own throne,
Side by side.
Waves crash with each other
It’s been a few days,
Since I’ve looked in your eyes
But I know the joy is gone,
And you feel empty inside.
I peek over my shoulder,
Catch you turning away.
You think I didn’t notice,
I like to pretend
That my heart is whole.
Truth be told,
Its an endless hole.
My pretense is only broken
By Joy and Beauty:
By flowing rivers,
And blowing winds;
A bridge among barricades
A bird among bears
Love is free, love is peace
Trust from a tired heart
Energy from an exhausted mind
Love connects, love supports
Because I love you, you are not only my companion but my best friend as well.
Because I love you, I accept you for who you are and not who I want you to be
We tend to live for those who judge,We tend to forget that we’re masters of our own soul,If we look for our - selves the whole time,Why let somebody change it all. Love is what you give, how it makes you feelNot about what you get because it all f
Hear my song, delicate to your ears,Flowing like a gentle brook,Soothing your wildest fears...,Making you turn your head to look,
I have roots for a mane, So unruly, not the best lion-tamer could tame,
The shadows on my face the only things visible,My eyes, mouth, and nose invisible,
I took an online quiz a few years ago...It told me that my soul was ancient,So I sat down today and dusted off my art pens,But I could not put down the image I saw.It eluded my fingertips.
No words could explain,
how I felt all this time.
All the pain and suffering that
became violence and discontent.
Nothing could be done,
no one could compare.
To the hurt and loneliness I felt.
Man made of fire,
Passion to fight.
Arrow through his heart,
Yet he refuses to die.
As stubborn as the light in his eyes
His beauty is unspeakable and incomparable;
not because his words are able to inflict pain upon me,
but because his heart will forever beat in sync with mine.
when my family gets here
I'm gonna call you back
when my family gets here
I will play with Elmo and watch frozen
play hide and seek and tag down the hallway
sing songs and watch their eyes
Each poem I write isn't good enough...
So I wright this.
words press against the inside of my skull,
Something set them off.
I spray these pages with phrases like horse piss.
Then I gain control.
Two living souls in distinct places. It never stops to amaze me ,how love is present faith is strengthened. Love is interpreted as a feeling that either makes you or breaks you.
How lucky she may be, to be in love. He sits in front of the stop sign Inactive, senses numb. Fighting for a country, flag on his back Completely shunned. He, she, and the flag all stitched together by Non-existent wind.
In a world where nothing stays the same
Either for better or worse
America could either lead to fame
Or it can lead you to a hurse
Aren't they both the same?
They seem to be a curse
I am made of scattered pieces
Each shred of my soul is owned by someone else
Only if you put them all together
Would you truly know me
Some pieces are given freely
Others were accidents
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own.
It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word,
"For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
Upon the past year great strife in few ways,
More postives than negatives but still shaded in grey,
The deepest cuts done to my hearts shortened days,
Once abounding in glory now shortened and paved,
Emotional healing and heartache, / Her Mother coddle her as if she was / Seven years old, / Red plump cheeks, / Streams of water spilled down / Hitting the tongue in a form of / A salty back-slap of / Betrayal for not being able to / Hold
There's a rhythm in my heart.
The beat is the bass,
and the tempo is the pace.
In the background there's a melody.
It plays with grace.
Charitable to the soul, is it.
Caught between one life and the next,
the ground cracks beneath my feet, singing.
Throw yourself, it croons, ageless volcanoes
humming up through jagged earth.
My heart breaks, tugging me forward,
I sucked it in through my breath
and it sunk through my skin
It expanded through my lungs
and seeped into my blood stream
Yes!? You feel it don't you?
A spark, no, an ember.
Oneof many embers, too,
long forgotten and with no stir.
A fire once great in your
eart. No, not just a flame,
but a bolt of lightning,
A little scratch
A tiny scrape
Falling into the crevasse again
I didn't know the love of late
Could push us deeper down
I am lost in the curve of your cupid's bow,
Oh, but how it seems more like Cupid's chokehold,
So far away,
across the world; you are,
Tantalizing brown eyes searching for a purpose,
searching for bravery,
Healing the Heart
By: Burgundee Pannell
When I feel low
Full of great sorrow and woe
I am in need of music to flow
Through my fretful body
From my itty-bitty toes
I woke up a little bit afraid about crossing the darkness of that park,
But when the fine arts building with lights appeared behind the trees,
I could breathe easier.
We all have different reasons to be,
I contemplate abstract necessities
Non essential remedies mixed in with ketamine and I inject it through my veins, please don't make fun of me while hiding under me,
Doesn't matter if you're having a nice day.
They come and go anyways.
One moment, you're just hanging out with friends.
Then a thought comes and brings an end.
"They aren't your friends,
I've wished my mays,
I've wished my mights,
My love for you goes beyond,
All the twinkles in the starry night.
I loved you then,
I love you now,
I'll love you forever,
For this is my vow.
Outpourings of my soul
Pathways to my mind
Overflows of my heart
Portraits of the “real me” inside
Desire and dream dancing oh so freely
Fear and pain relenting as they lose secrecy
As the never ending graceful wind steadily increases,
Her mind submerges under a psychedelic spell of peace.
Her swirling sea of grass and leaves whirl in the calm warm breeze,
The more dirt you throw on top of a forgotten beauty,
The more difficult it becomes to find.
Because then it gradually changes,
Disguised by the rotting filth that scuffs out it's light,
Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men
Where none think to trod
A black wall caging in the livestock
All together lost within an arbitrary boundary
Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light
I am not a poet
I am no poet
I don’t craft images with my words
Images of hope and healing
I am not a poet.
I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.
I don’t want to be remembered as the renowned author
That came from humble upbringings
Love surpassing something as limited as the heart and human emotion.
The seas apon the globe are nothing but mere shallow ponds
in comparison to the capacity we own as one.
You are me, I am you.
You may
Shut me up
Break my will,
Imprison me,
just because you
disagree
with
my
beliefs.
Into her torn shoes fell the rocks.
She let them crumble, let herself bleed.
Trudging towards her tryst with trees,
under battered broken branches she
I’ve spent countless hours of my life thinking and brooding,
Considering the complexities of my past relations.
And it is during these times, with my emotions moving,
Which cause more oft than not unsightly ruminations.
I lovethe way she shovesme down on the bed.Our heads/
spinning,with sweetnessbetween the sheets beginning.
/
It was a face.
Two eyes.
A nose.
A mouth.
A person with developed organs.
Someone's daughter.
Broken down into nothingness.
A dead carcass.
I'm not perfect but I'm real
They tell me how I should feel but what works for you drowns me
And what's right for you ain't right for me
So just let me do me and I'll let you do you
Society tried to trap me, trick me.
Laid out a treacherous trail. But I'm wiser,
I'm learning,
on my best days im a man of soul and on my worst, only human,
only growing every day
It started with that movie.
That one with Morgan Freeman.
As the opening credits rolled in,
that voice came into my ears.
Like soft grating gravel.
Invictus.
Darkness envelopes within the soul.
Consuming first from the edges like a t-shirt stained with blood
We look into ourselves for hope
Hidden in plain sight
like a lion in the prairie
He sees you, yet is not seen
He hears you, yet is not heard
But by the ears of the spirit
delicate torn
fragile palm
then clasped tight
then clasped not
the valley
the rapids
the current
ravaging and fierce
the plain
steady
firm
the collected thoughts of an unsolicited opinion
bothers annoys a wise decision
to understand the depth and gravity of an entity
is to see; not with the eyes but to understand with the soul
A teacher sits in front of a class,
spewing words of wisdom on how to construct flows
and defining ourselves within the words we speak.
The words we write.
"Someone, someday, somewhere, will want to hear your story."
A testament to the human soul is its duality.
Able to feel one thing at one time and another thing the very next.
Poetry – because practice makes perfect
Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected
It was terrible – oh so terrible
Nonacceptable
So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
Dreams die as people dine with fishes,
Life is sand in an ever-draining hourglass,
To float on murdered wishes
Is laying waste in the mind only to harass,
Flow not, wander on always
And find the soul lost,
I have a skull
And my skull hangs low
When I'm walking around and I sulk
Inside said head
I have something that's one of a kind
It's my one and only mind
Call me narcissistic, call me pretentious
I'm trapped here, I don't why,
Is it for all my sins, I don't why,
Did I kill someone? Was I arrested as a spy?
I'm stuck on island, here forever,
Should I give up? I say never!
Alone, cold, stranded, and deserted
on an island of my own,
somehow with you close
I know I am not alone.
Not with me in flesh,
but I can feel it all through my bones
I am in your hold.
Black or White,
Half or Whole,
Flee or Fight,
Its from the soul,
Experiences created,
Have never faded,
Some is dated,
Some is hated,
But all loved by all,
It is there so use it,
Society has convinced me that I should be one piece
One whole piece, with no chips, sratches, or cracks
But what people do not realize is that society is no human
It was not born with eyes or a heart.
Trumpet player played the blues
His soul out there for the world to see
But none take him seriously
I am not solitary.
I require the love of others, as do we all
to be happy.
I need occasional attention;
I need encouragement;
I need to be reassured, and hugged,
and appreciated.
Oh, your majesties,
you stun me to the core
with your glorious beauty.
The eyes of an old sage,
shine infinite wisdom,
pouring into and over,
everything in your paths.
Oh, how I wish
There is a fire in my soul
That I can never live without.
There is this will to continue
Even when I wish to give up.
Try as the world may,
But I can never lose this fire.
It is me
And I am it
What happens when a window becomes bare?
Deprived of lonely security-
Which normally was aided by dull, pitiful curtains,
Will it survive the prodding of light infiltration?
God you got my soul. When I drowned and fell through water that shattered. All the broken peices that fell off of me. Like a puzzle peice. Instantly binded. You glued all the peices back inside of me.
There is a fire inside all of us.
It starts off as a spark, then it connects with your soul and ERUPTS
There's a hole in my soul and a hole in my sole
It hurts when I dream and it stings when I walk
There's a mountain staring down at me
A silent letter
(doubled, sixth to the end)
Often, we think about needing air to breathe
But, we do not think about the quality of that air
We could live on stale air
Air like weeks old bread
Air that fills the body yet neglects the soul
What does it matter?
This metaphorical island, this situation beyond comprehension
The tension in realizing that there is one item you need.
Rustling through the reed across the sandy coast
It is inside of us,
That which I cannot live without.
It gives us spirit,
And our strength,
and our warmth and our hearts.
I find my mind will change itself.
My body will decay.
My thoughts, my dreams, my aspirations
turn to low vibrations and whither away.
All of these material things
that some hold dear to Heart...
Skin on skin
As the morning comes
We were out too late
We don’t mind
Being tired the next day
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
We are no longer alone
Flesh on flesh
With love I survive and grow and thrive
For all pursuits need guidance,
And my soul was made a contrivance-
Meant to collect the love and compact it
Into the diamond known as life
A svelte owl,
on wing through this dark mooned night,
an ego ghost on the prowl,
to find what has been for his might.
.
Elusive moonlight,
scattered over frosty grass,
A human being, sentient and breathing, cannot truly live without seeing.
If eyes are windows to the soul, then all you know comes through your pupils.
But count the eyes first.
Adrenaline while still,
All the things I feel;
Travels to my soul,
In despair,
Motivates my goal,
Rising of my hair,
My heart they stole;
Ohh earbuds,
Your streaming in my blood.
Is it the way the breeze feels on the skin
On a hot day, when you just feel it within
Is it a child's smile? So innocent and Undeniable
Or is it something unmeasurable? Something that's naked and unable.
To the strickening, ignorant, and far led generation of today,
To the money driven and bigoted minds coming my way,
Take heed to my lively desire,
Driving fast let the wheels eat the pavement. / I don't want to be here I don't wanna feel this. / No one asks me where I'm going no one really cares. / Even if they did nobody really dares.
I sit down and get ready.
I play one note, then a second, then a third,
and then I'm playing the entire song.
My fingers glide across the keys
of my black and white life.
Match the beat
With your heart
Let in the rhythm
And never part
Just let yourself
Be swallowed whole
Make the music
Part of your soul
I found his wicked smile so alluring
Black and blue dreaming
Victim of pure deceit
But your love's pristine
Divine empowering
I missed you
Your touch and embrace
Lost in common misconceptions
and perceptions
From society's closed eyes
Searching for direction
In the darkness of deception
Deciphering the lies
With my mind's eye
I looked into my eyes one day
Stared right into my soul
But scared to go that way
I turned around and fell into
the black hole
Now I've had a thought,
that every person has a story to tell.
So humor me for a moment,
and write yours down as well.
I'll pay it back full price you see,
and tell you mine in return,
5 fantasies fuel my fascination
4 familiar fears fixated on my faults
3 thoughts that thirst for thrills
2 talents taking time to transform into
1 soul that is mine to claim
Memories are like a virus
The bad ones stay and plague me
Killing me one day at a time
They take hold of my soul and drain the life from it
I have many bad memories that blind my sight
"My crys are silent
I am not violent
But still you break me
This pain I'm taking,
Once it was yours
But then you locked the doors
In front of me and them
But every now and then
"There is a beast inside
That controls my heart
My soul is slowly dying
And I need to stop the hurt
This beast contols my mind
Never is there peace or rest
Can I get free in time?
What I can’t live without
Is a hard question to answer, of this you cannot doubt.
Some would say love, or bacon-wrapped dove
Some would say their favorite book to read through and through endlessly
I want to live in a song
Where every rhythmic beat is a stairway to my soul
And every low key reverses time and I rise again
Living inside the enchanted heart
Where music smells as of the breeze of an ocean's shore
You may not believe in souls, mijo, but I am telling you that there is something greater than the both of us trapped in this vessel, and it is restless. It is lost and confused and trying to find its way out.
I am erratic.
A giddy, round-eyed, five-year old.
A rocker who has too much soul.
Who cried when the wind blows the wrong way.
Who giggles incessantly at the break of day.
I take leave of my fortress,
crossing that curious threshold.
I find myself enveloped by a dazzling palette of crimson and saffron:
a glorious manifestation of Divine artistry.
“Have I got, a crush on you”, said he
The message passed, a swift
From her pair of ears to her brain
Her heart was beating up in at the highest
Her mind was remembering it on and on
You may strip me to the bone and examine my every part
Go ahead and remove my soul
While I pray to GOD that I will let go
Of all my insecurities
And my bad qualities
And a broken back that will not stop me.
I am. I am AshleighOr so it says, I am from the Ash Tree.I am the thousands of words written in the darkness in hundreds of other poems, some just like thisI am the photos that plaster my walls
Cavern.
Plic.
An endless cavern.
Plic.
Plic.
Upon first glance, there is only darkness.
Plic.
Plic.
But to those who wait...
To those who listen
Plic.
There’s something about your presence
I just can’t explain
It’s like burning fire and pouring rain
Take my hands
Take my feet
Make me your sanctuary
The Strength of My Soul
By: Jomar A. Mendoza
Inside my soul,
There lies the source of life.
That very thing is a combination
Of the souls of my ancestors.
In this small world where we live in,
Where "busy" is the only word leaving our mouths,
Where our feet are stuck in the past,
Is there any path towards the future?
Without any thought about our actions,
I wanna know the music you listen to when you're sad
It says a lot about you
about how you handle situations when you feel lost
when you feel lonely
or when you feel angry
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
Without me you are lost
With me you are found
Without me you cannot touch
With me you hear sound
You are nothing
But closed eyes
And dry lips
I am something
Mother and Father gave me a kitten.
When they knew they wanted one,
It took a whole nine months for them to get it!
My new kitten was
Adorable, tiny, and fragile.
My dark soul takes apart the dread that is life
Leaving behind a empty void waiting to be free and filled
Waiting to be loved and held
While I stare into the void that is myself
I think
The standard brand
Walking through hand in hand
Clad empty stares
Hair tucked behind ears
Self and Clone
You are never yourself
No one can help you
Yourself and your clone
All alone?
Mother tells me she loves me
But I think she loves my sister the most.
It’s pretty obvious, from the way
My beginning was a fragile breath.
A newborn soul,
A simple being, born into a complex world.
Growing up the world was blurry,
Innocence consumed all my thoughts while the world outside was anything but.
i do not have scars,
nor am I scarred
or marked by such
i am the scar
the tree's root
a tissue formed in
passed over scenes
the wound's product
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It's a thrill to place warm fingers on cold keys
Feel ridges and cracks and character
Just close your eyes and breathe in
Pour out your soul into the music like pouring water into a glass
There's a room
Where memories,
Of what I became,
In Vietnam.
Just to survive,
Are stored,
They're locked tight,
And not to be opened.
Everything nice comes at a price
So that’s why always gamble with dice hoping to rise
Poverty holding us back ….suffocating us…. air tight
Every single force we mobilise in pursuit of emancipation
Behind the eyes
is something hard to find.
The doorway to something
beautiful,
dark, or
kind.
It may be lost,
buried deep
beneath the shadows that loom
inside.
She once was a little flower
Not knowing how to speak
But when she did
Something beautiful happened
She became herself
And learned from all her failures
I am alone at the sea.
Bound by the wind.
I only go where it flows.
I've only been where it's been.
I am transferred to the desert.
Sit on top of sandy dunes.
The sun scorches my skin.
Tonight the day’s end meets the night’s talk show
The Wild Ones become The Young, Wild, and Free
Then we met A and C slash D and C
The Train’s Midnight City Gives You Hell
I grew up and down
in an unstable wonderland.
Pale arms outreach to touch the moon,
but my feet and soul root me
to where I stand.
Surrounded by unconventional
and unusual beauty.
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world,
beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides,
what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
the things i have seen
and the things i have experienced
have shaped my soul
into my own unique shape
that is unlike anyone else's.
i may be a square,
or a rectangle or hexagon,
After the door shuts and the footsteps die,
I surf the darkness before my eyes.
The vast emptiness goes on and forever I see,
Nothing more then that of the darkness,
Cascading before me.
Always alone but surrounded, reminded of ties and bounded
Can't hear what they're sayin', continue to keep on prayin'
Faith remains my soul will lead me, to what I'm supposed to be
On the day I said yes to you
Was the day one heart came from two
The day I lost my pain, my shame, and sorrow too
Was the day Love was something I finally knew
My soul sang longer
My heart grew stronger
Blank canvases that inhale and exhale
with motives to live.
That's all we are
painted by Biology
a gamble in the darkness of who wins the lottery of appeal.
Sometimes we are created
I haven't ever told anyone this
But I'm scared to look,
In the mirror anymore.
I'm scared to raise my eyes to see the reflective world,
Because the one I see,
Just isn't me, her eyes are black-colorless
People view me as four eyes,
But when I take those glasses off
it’s something about those chestnut brown eyes that sucks you in.
You began to take notice of this young woman’s other captivating features.
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
I am creative and laidback
I wonder about the bundle of variations called the multiverse
I hear the cackles of the last Shifkin before it engulfs its prey in one glup
I used to look in a mirror and see nothing more than a pale, meaningless skeleton
Encompassed by pasty, white flesh with scars that seemed to never fade away no matter how much they healed,
If I Lose Myself...
Gabriel Reyes
I am no ideal person
But I am exemplary.
If I lose Myself...
I have lost everything.
I dont know about you
but I wake up flawless everyday
No doubt in my mind
I'm beautiful in everyway
Choke
Choking on bile
Fresh from my soul
My eyes collect
The wretched substance
I will fight
Never let the monster out
Please,
Turn around
Your innocence,
It blinds me
Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes.
Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes.
The fire roars, stretching its jaws,
Its teeth clamp down on the walls.
This house
I Am A Shooting Star
Once You See Me I Amaze You
But By Time You See Me, Im Already Gone
My Existence Has Already Been No Longer
Dead To The Outside, But Alive In Your Mind
Girl to me your beauty is constructed ingenuity
conducted by the command of our God who makes no mistakes
if I could describe your love I'd say
it is a river a giver of life giving the right substance to live off like
When we wake up, we see the sun,
Golden and effervescent;
Gleaming gladly with a smile at our bare faces,
We shine in brilliance.
Trying to shake things off to ignore the circumstances of
Everyday life,
These infernal steaming pools,
housed in rust encumbered riveted domes,
Constructed by prison masons posing as scribes,
Spout their plumes of water rising to eclipse skylights,
fogging up the warped cracking glass,
No one else
Under its scrutiny
Its light
Because you are under it
All of your faults on display
Just out there
Exposed
And for
EVERYONE to see
But you must show them
Beautiful and delicate,
like the petals of a rose,
yet hard and cold,
just like a stone.
Worn out, scratched and bruised I am,
the face hidden inside a dark shroud;
I think I am beautiful,
In a different sort of way.
I always keep them laughing,
And they just want me to stay.
My face is something of my own,
One alike you'll never see.
If you took a picture of your soul would it be as beautiful as you think your selfie is? True beauty comes from within.
Realization dawns like a new eraYou had your chance and you blew itNow you get to regret itAnd I assure you, you will miss thisThings are changing, time moves forward
When you look out through the window pane,
Your deepest fears run through your brain.
Just don't blink your eyes.
A demon with a diabolical grin-
The odor of putrescent skin.
Before you splay down on the Earth, your mere anticipation chides all the small creatures,
Breaking out into song, leaping to streams, trotting across roads to find a warm safe thatch haven.
When I used to look in the mirror, I would see
A girl who struggled, but yet was sometimes pretty.
I struggled with my relationship with my family.
Although they clothed, fed, housed, and spoiled me,
As the lights fade on
The world is so quiet
As you hold your pose
The nerves grow, you can’t deny it
The first notes flutter
Through the air sprinkled with excitement
You move the music
Slowly the fingers role, knowing their place
silent but so loud they pluck
individually,
then simoltaniously they slip from each string
the sound is so beautiful
so simple
Late nights, early mornings
Staying up for days
How can you ever sleep?
The drugs keep me sane
Judge all you want
Finding myself with every hit
How can I not love it?
Wanting,
Aching,
Craving
The World.
To expand my mind to places farther than my backyard or the church,
To learn a language of love by being surrounded by foreign lovers,
I am that smile that no one sees upon my love's lips
When my love looks at the gem-filled sky, my love sees me
Darling, if I may speak my heart's desire
It's content wishes a burn longer and brighter by fire
He was a worthy opponent in the battle for her soul
No way he would win for she stood alone
His words couldn't sway her,for she swayed herself
His touch couln't faze her
For only she knew how she felt
We should't be together
We shouldn't have our say
There is no us, there is no we
We've faded like your torn blue jeans
I've forgotten your face
Somewhere in time and space we
I'm that weird girl that sits in the back
The quieter you are the less attention you attract
Though I'm not the only one who would rather it dark
At times I find those with that same unique heart
I miss you dear friend
Why did you have to go and change?
I miss the old you,
I wish you felt the same.
With the winter winds as a guide,
I want your breath to swirl in my chest-
I need your nicotine.
Can't you hear my ribs chiming
like chapel bells
Each time your words form smoke rings
Can you feel it? Can you feel that Change?
I can feel it blowing our way.
Can you see it? Can you see this new day?
I can hear it calling our name.
Change is coming down.
Change is coming now.
He's on his knees.
He's lost everything.
All this pain, is inside him- boiling.
His wife slaughtered and raped, as well as his daughter.
No justice, no justice.
There is nothing left for him.
Look at me:
You see an ordinay real person,
A man of good wit and a little shy.
Look within me:
She's at the door,
he walked her up like a gentlemen to say, "good night, I had a good time,"
feet planted on the third step,
open space between the two,
eyes conversed, "well good night,"
Do away with material things
None of that matters
My sole hope for you and your long life
is to be
more than you were yesterday
scream, love, dance, embrace, and run like hell
Too long
You've been gone for far too long
Our laughter should be in my ears again
Our frivolous hearts, once again clever
Trudging through the mud
You are the part of me that
was always there
but couldn't wake up until
your gentle spirit
rustled me awake.
Suddenly,
but smoothly,
To kiss you
is to hear trumpets sound
and feel the reverberation
propel throuhg my skin
as my soul rejoices
in meeting its other half
I am Bill Gates
At least I wish to beileve that's true
A high school drop out with fantasies that explains
If he can do it I can do it too
Woke Up with my legs open
and my mind crossed.
"Boys sure do like me"
"boys like me"
"like me"
"me"
Boys like to suck me dry.
my being, my spirit, my soul;
Her heart is slowly dying.
Her scars grow deeper and deeper.
As she is no longer trying.
Only watching the calamity beat her.
The fire surrounds her soul.
She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
I can still remember those late night phones calls
text for no reason and bumps in the hallway like no one could see us.
Oh Geez, this breeze, this wind in my soul isn't easy.
The reason for this change of season is beyond my grasp,
just beyond the looking glass.
At times I am estatic, fantastic but delayed,
Do I stand a chance?
I am not creative or possess a talent
I’m sorry I have not experienced horrible, painful, branded, unforgettable pain not just physically but emotionally
The voice, oh how lovely it is, let's you speak,
speak your mind that is,
why not speak your soul
your soul is yoruself, one which cannot replace you
dear , oh dear, i love you very much,
It all began when Sam was small,
His mom was left dead by the worst demon of all.
Sam was in college when his dad disappeared,
His brother, Dean showed up without a single tear.
Today is the day I will be heard
Today I will emerge out of this shyness
I will let the world know
I no longer will stand injustice!
Today is the day I will be heard
Today I will say
Cleave to what you left,
When you took away my
breath. Leave, just go and
leave me with nothing left.
So my shattered heart can
grieve.
My heart is filled to the brim,
Down the ground lookin' so low
All i want to know
will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground?
Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound
I want to be more than this
with my uniquness
Poetry
Poetry is nothing more than your heart organized in words and phrases that can be said over and over again and maintained to keep shape;
its rhythm you see is made from a beat,
Most of the time
We try to look at someone else's eye's
Try to understand through their covered lies
But what we do not realize
Viens throb from shameless drugs that mezmorize
When their mama cries
Cradle my heart.
Wrap it in swaddling cloth
And gently hold it close.
Sing to my soul.
Let your voice caress me
And your words heal my aches.
Give me your hand.
Lead me through the night
Pajaro de mi alma
Ten alas y vuela
Estas libre
Estas lleno de esperanza
Dejame en paz
Porque tu libertad
El batir de tus alas
En el aire libre
Es mas importante
chained to stone, to these pillars i know as home
withered by time and awaiting to claim what's mine
angered by the visions of shame.
unleash the beast that resides inside
undo my chains that i carry in my mind
When our species is summoned
Brought from the unknown
Where in is one's spirit shown?
It is hidden deeply within
only obviously felt when
you feel it radiating remembering where
So beautifully flowing,
so sporadically chaotic,
so miraculously conjoined,
the fact of existance,
so matter-of-fact,
as we live to simply not be.
Nothing may begin if there be no end,
To be heard is a marvelous thing
To really see what isn't seen
And feel what is really spoken
Humans were made for this sort of connection
You see to be truly human is to be truly known
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
My body is trapped
My mind is free
The spirits that swirl from my body
must flee
and feel around me
the air that they plague
a mystical sense
so close and so vague
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul.
Wrapped in pretty green paper,
I was born 1988
Was this my starting fate?
Right after the Astros harmonic convergence
Does the life journey have some sense?
I am an individual
We are all life fuel
our lives are turning over
washing away the guilt left over from when
you're finally sober
like an omnipresent rinse cycle
yet still you foil life by kissing to a false idol
you know
If the eyes are a passage into the soul,Than it should be easy to find a soul mate,Love at first sight must exist,Because the souls will connect with just one glimpse,Compatibility will be instant,
What makes me tick?
Where to even begin?
How can I reply when I can’t rely
On my own mind.
Exactly what kind
Of question requires a response to complex
It perplexes me, thoughts so convex
if I couldi wouldchange every mirrorto reflect nothingbut our soulsso when the world glances,they see their beautybeaming from their hearts…or identify the crueltythat may harvest
Beauty came and beauty died,
the beauty of our love inside,
our hearts crying out with pain,
please take my pain away.
Let me feel the pain,
coming down like the rain,
Picking from beauty to antique,
Each so specal, respectively uique.
Untouched for some time and pure in notion,
Necessary love and unrivaled devotion.
How do I love thee so odd and full?
Fear storms through the dark endless skies
Where it seems that land can only exist at night
Where thugs rule the world and parents hide behind doors
Hypocritically stating,"the world is yours"
I heard the grass is greener on the other side
Only if you abide
By the rules they preach to sinners
Only those who reach it are truly winners
And the everlasting pulsing is gone
I’m coming home
The single white dividing line beats past,
Not measuring blurred distance or rhythmic time,
But the spinning of wheels over asphalt.
Mississippi summers creep in through
Latched windows and locked doors,
One day you will write a song for my soulAnd as soon as I hear it I'll just knowIt will be the tune I've waited for all alongYou'll run your fingers through my hair and say this is our song
Tears.
What a strange phenomenon indeed.
Water mixed with salt,
Just as the vast, blue seas are.
Tears,
Given rise to by the eyes.
Oh, the eyes!
A beautiful pair of organs that,
What do I do whenOpening my mouth to voiceTo carefully shape what I think are words of beauty to Your ears,I am flung roughly asideAnd, raising my headI find myself as aggravating background noise
im feeling these feelings you see
that demand to be felt and their victem is me
butterflies wings slicing through me like blades
my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
im feeling these feelings you see
that demand to be felt and their victem is me
butterflies wings slicing through me like blades
my heart beat a drum, never going to fade
A song so moving I felt revived
the rhythm made my senses alive
A voice and instruments in a symphony
the connection to the lyrics gave out my sympathy
My mind is wise
but
my heart is naive
and
my soul is worn and weary
yet
my body is of a young girl
I don't even know
how
I'm so young
but
I'm so old.
Taunt fingers touch the stringsAll musings of pain forgottenWeightlessly they float over and againIn a delicate repetitious pattern
You left,
I cried,
I ate ice cream,
You went out drinking,
I went to school,
You stayed at home,
I got a degree,
You got a newborn,
I got money,
You barely made rents paid,
Eyes,
They are windows to the soul they say –
But do they work both ways?
I see the smiles that don’t reach their eyes,
The laughter that doesn’t reach their expressions
But they don’t see my tears.
Like a turtle out its shell
Like bees around the hive
Like a loud ringing bell
I no longer need to hide
You're so damn tired of feeling down in the dumps
But you do nothing to pick yourself up
In Front of the camera she is the world’s beauty, But in front of the mirror she is her own enemy. Her make-up covers her flaws, Moreover, her appearance is a part of her moral laws.
These eyes are the windows to my soul.
Look into them and tell me what you see.
Happiness, fear
Sorrow and tears...
The Dawning- An Original Poem by Catelin Haight
Time marches on,
Or so I'm told
This Body is young
My life was like a kaleidoscope.
My hand gripped your's as we walked through the art fair that late May day.
Together.
Just like the pieces of the kaleidoscope.
Open up your troubled hand
Let me take you off to neverland
Open up those big ol' eyes
I can see right through you, all up inside
Heat blazes off me like a fire
Melt the frost right off your freezing heart
When a momentary lapse becomes temporary, You yourself quiver more than arrows.
And then a permanent salvation is at hand,Firing straight and true.
Two people embraceIn so peaceful a placeHis head next to hersTo be heard over the surf.Far beneath the ocean waves crashAnd ocean sounds mash
If only I could fall just a little bit in love with you.
I see it in your eyes, I know you wish it too.
How much simpler would life be, if only you belonged to me?
The world has proven that I misunderstood.
What if I told you the world didn't go round,
And that both of your feet are not on the ground.
Would you feel helpless and scared floating around in space,
I regret nothing out of all of this
I swear I would never take a thing back
And never have I taken your love for granted
In fact, it was my loyalty that had you taken aback…
For we are in here in peace
Hair and grease
For we hold up our fist
Pass the fish and grits
For we stand for justice
Even when it's just us
For we love without color
Spreadin' butter
There is something wrong with my insides
They are too still, too silent
The wind blows and my brain tries to compensate so it has become my skin, my shield
it complains
jesus it's cold
There is something wrong with my insides
They are too still, too silent
The wind blows and my brain tries to compensate so it has become my skin, my shield
it complains
jesus it's cold
Clear your mind.
Open your heart.
Let your soul loose.
Breathe in, breathe out.
You are here. You are present.
You've never been more alive than now.
You are here. You are present.
I see our souls dancing as we entwine,
rhythm, steps, keeping time.
Beautiful whisps of silver cord,
dancing upward, heaven-toward.
Our love keeps us bound,
My soul is a flame
Piercing the abysmal depths of despair
Lighting the way for the lost
But society has its hold
Money is the only goal
Steps echo against a darkness
Whispers of souls lost too
Raising my head towards destiny
Feeling the sensation of gratification
The flames overtake this body
For now I am free
Now I can be
My heart may be cold and still,
It's only because I've gone for a little while to sleep.
Althought you mourn and cry it is my will,
Please, let your soul no longer weep.
Whisper your sweet stories of love’s fallen desires,
To souls with unopened ears.
Litter your soul with the fragments of joy’s crashing glories,
Falling down, falling down
And then those words saved me.
When I was at home and all alone
I looked for an escape
So I'd hide and wait, I'd hide and wait
And then your voice saved me.
Kiss me
Hug me
Tell me you love me
Where ever you are,
Keep thinking of me.
Feel me
Touch me
Tell me you want me
Drive me crazy,
Touching me softly.
Your hair
The intricacy of the thoughts rendered... strike me like electricity quickly tiptoeing through my veins, the concealment of your emotional state leaves me like summer in the threshold of autumn.. sanctioning me to disdain.
From the time we come into this world
To the time we pass away,
Our souls continue to grow
I have a growing soul.
When we begin to crawl, walk
Then talk,
Our souls continue to grow
I had a dream that I was floating
Towards a world unknown.
Everything around me was frozen
As if time had ceased.
A voice approached me
From an unknown location
"You are destined,"
Im not really sure where it began
was it the first or second time you held my hand?
It was Autmn and it was cold
I was only 15 years old.
I thought I loved you and maybe i did
The way it all happened
The adolescent flair once abandoned
Now is the critically acclaimed charm
In the Fantasty Castle
Occupied via a more deserving owner.
So why did I attempt to perform ethically
The seas are calm.
My soul is free
The birds are singing let them sing.
In sweet harmony and song my soul is free.
The sun is shining.
Let it shine upon me.
Most have heard or read
the animated anecdotes of the dead.
They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow -
- stories of life, of music, of love.
But all anecdotes end.
Few ever say or re-claim
Do you ever get that tightness in your throat, like you’re about to cry?
But you don’t know why?
Do you ever get that ache in your heart, like you crave something desperately?
But you don’t know what?
Can you believe it's really here?It's October of our senior year.
Our class is closer, closer than ever.Why can't this year just last forever?
My own mind is playing tricks on me. Im able to concetrate, function in school & even maintain my social life
Lying on the ground believing in your stories
Falling hard within your astonishing glory
We live in a world where we sit and ask questions
We wonder why me? what did I do? why?
It's a feeling that i can no longer hold.
I feel as rhough im incimplete, like something has a hold on me.
It's wrapping itself around my soul.
Treating the person I love wrong.
It's incredible really.
How two fucked up people,
from a shit town can
end up planting flowers
inside each other's wrists
and growing a whole different
atmosphere.
I'm not a poet
but maybe I am.
Maybe we are all poets.
Writing the Earth's story in elegent form and flow.
We seemingly live as individuals
stuck in the flow of things.
Sometimes I wish I werea marigold,so faithful to the sunto rise alongside you,my center.& dusk--close my petalsaround the promiseof your return& never have to sleepalone again.
Pain.It strikes quicklyalmost unnoticedalmost unfelt.It settles in stages-A fear, a sadness,you shiver, you shakeyou feel the heart quakecrumblethe feeling sinks in
three hearts beating out loud
it speaks it listens
in the silent crowd
hands interlock and we all meet
in a circle where we quietly greet
each other's rhythms beating as one
The Inner Me.
It's the soul you cannot see.
The pain, the struggles, the beating, and troubles.
I cry out for help.
Suicide thoughts.
No one there to tell me, stop.
I'm am confused at the mind.
By the River Piedra
I sat down and wept
All my fears into the stream
Carried down to the stones
The bones, the sun shone
That day, again I await the day
That you return home
Do you really expect to get the love of your life?
When you don't respect yourself,
You post half nude pics, and say
“I give bomb head,” and yet
You dare to expect respect
I don't know why,
Why I feel this way.
I don't know how,
How to let you go.
I don't know what,
What to do.
Confused about everything,
Everything but you.
I feel hollow.
He has been walking along this blinding, stony path for quite some time.
The sun strains his eyes, and the stones hurt his feet.
Every so often, he trips along his way.
Every so often, he stays down where falls.
Have you ever had a moment where you kinda just think
This isn't where I'm supposed to be
And you're just not where you want to be.
My eyes.
The teardrops of the skies.
The blackness of the night.
Darkness made bright.
My lips.
The fruit of the lies.
The taste of the men.
Hunger in eyes.
My hips.
"Won't you reconsider?" He said with a smirk
I try not to quiver, He catches a jerk
of the wrist, just a twitch, but enough to reveal
the nerves, now induced, by the thought of His work
BUT WHAT IS THIS? THIS SOUL DIMINISHING DEMON
ENDLESS SCREAMS OF PLEA AS CRUEL HANDS SHATTERS AN INNOCENT SOUL
CATCHING TEARDROPS IN MY HAND AS I WATCH MY LIFE , MY SOUL DRIFT AWAY INTO THE WIND
Where did we go wrong
I thought we had so much left
But all the words unspoken
Left us broken...
So I find myself
Once more
Searching for my soul...
And now I am the hole
Music speaks to the heart.
That’s valid.
Open wounds and scars
Hidden in the rhythm of a ballad.
Rhythms are emotions.
Before I beginI must say this story is filled with an abundant amount of sinIntertwined with remarkable appearanceI repaint this canvas to enhance itsAdherenceFor my thoughtsSadly for heThe creator
My starving hope,
.. my soul relys
upon the morn of fresh tomorrows.
For love essential--
do not withhold
upon my living dying soul.
Joy immeasurable
Our bodies are but an illusion to the eye. Its just like magic its an illusion to prevent you from seeing what is actually there. Many of us are led on by what is visible to the naked eye. Faith becomes extinct as we crave proof.
corners combined,
edges bleeding
together,
like a puzzle
pieces fit
together;
Jigsawed sides
Slash lines
In each other’s
Faces.
A buyer,
My heart belongs to you,
It beats for you.
It only wants you,
And no one else.
But my body rejects you
completely.
I am disgusted by your presence.
I want to forget you,
Work my way into your mind
To contemplate the art of time
Complimenting the sublime.
The question in doubt,
couldn’t figure it out…
Can’t escape the run
I'd make a contract and sell my soul,
I'd wear the mark that bounds my soul,
for he's a demon,
I'm his master,
he'll do what I say,
just for my soul,
I don't mind for I'm unhappy,
10/26/13
The sky shattered.
I defied fate.
Every light source combusted
as every solid ground crumbled
but I stood among the rubble
firmly grasping my future.
The gods screamed in fury
I'm a chromatic entity
A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning
Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow
Are you understanding me?
A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
I feel for you my dear,
I do.
He fooled us all.
When he took his vows as only words,
and broke all of our hearts.
And the son you bore him,
will never know married parents.
I put my pencil to the paper to drain my mind of flooded thoughts
No need to look at the page my hand knows my brain's soughts
From my emotions to conscious subjects I write it out in a cursive vent
Wings that fly, burning feathers in the breeze.
Soaring higher than any drug could take.
Roaring sounds come from underneath the steeze.
Falling feathers land hurting them to shake,
I ask the Lord to quiet my soul
It has awoken from its restless sleep
It has caught sight of the ones my heart used to love
and it wonders painfully where all the love has gone
I sit here comforting it as it cries
Emotions overwhelm my soul as I experience life.
Over time I store my emotions in a jar,
And ever so slowly, I feel the glass starting to crack,
Suddenly, the bottle shatters, forcefully pushing my emotions into the open.
Her heart had lain dormant for a while,
Licking its wounds and building barriers anew.
Building barriers stronger than before,
To cage the heart
That had its first bitter taste of love,
To capture the heart
it was a flawless secret
one held too tight across her mind
it would push against her eyelids
so that every single time
she would close her eyes to rest or even blink
it would take control of her dreams
There is a hawk in me,
With talons like razor blades,
And piercing eyes like amber stones glittering in the sunlight
It screeches like the sound of sharp nails on a chalkboard;
bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts
about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For"
a summer and a winter life;
its fogs from frosts in the spring,
Clockwork heart.
Wind it up
and off it goes.
Don't get too close,
or it might explode.
Dormant, it lies,
therefore unscathed.
It one was new,
pure, whole, expectant.
I can only speak for myself
On what poetry means it me
It is a chance to let my heart bleed out
A chance to let my thoughts take wing
I am not a master poet
I never claimed to be
For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness
Worried about pieces of paper in the future
For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut
And sneaking a glass of wine
When the robins Sing - that is Love - Two Passions jointly wove - Intertwined - with Beauty and Grace - My Soul spilled on this Page.
The first pages seemed so good,
my heart was warm from a feeling so new,
a different smile,
time became worthwhile,
number one on my speed dial,
There was something in the mirror,
When I looked into it today,
Something else in the mirror,
What it was, I shouldn't say.
I only caught a glimpse of it
As I was passing by,
Ever since I was a child, I've developed my love for music.
I spread my talent and let it soar to those who needed to use it.
I have seen the precious magic of music in my songs,
"Look at the obvious, only feel for the "natural", God told me.
"Don't smell the pink flowers, only the blue", the media said.
"Pull yourself to the inside and push from the out", school taught me.
To change the past was your mistake
A broken life you can’t remake
Scars become the lines that you have crossed.
A child’s yearning to be free
Became your own worst enemy.
Because I dont fit into society's criteria of beautiful
love me through my curves
Because people look at my stomach first
love me through my curves
I long for that moment when those who have more to feel,
A white orb of light
Hangs out amidst beautiful dust
To accentuate her amount of might
Especially when it causes much fuss
So tired and alone he cries but no one knows
The world turned dark, his hands start shaking and he says goodbye
Storm clouds fill his eyes and he lashes out
All he wanted was a little love
The world around us is full of turmoil and dangers
Little girls are being abducted and raped by strangers
People don’t really know how to express these feelings deep down inside them
At thirteen, I was
expressive in my depressive thoughts.
Pen and paper allow my words to take permance
where in my mind they remainded tangled knots
At thirteen, I discoverved
"Tear here," his soul whispers.
And he does.
"And here," it adds.
And he tears.
The blood bonds pull back, the cobweb of relations
Swinging aside,
Revealing the next rip.
She opened my eyes to the power of words:
A finely turned phrase,
An image painted on the canvas of the mind’s eye.
In her solitude she found herself,
Her pen speaking the truth of her reality.
I was not witness to a father who beats,
I was witness to a father who cheats.
I never said a word, I kept it all in,
I still wonder if doing that was my greatest sin.
My mother went on not knowing the truth,
I write to exposethe venom that has strickenit is closing the windowclouding our astral vision
As the venom sinks inIt is time to wonderWhat is the antidoteto be discovered
Three-hundred eighty-four miles apart.
Love knows no distance,
right?
I'm leaving soon.
You promise me your heart and I promise you mine.
I promise:
How long shall I yearn for you, Amazing?
So many uncountable days
Spent watching your beautiful face, gazing,
And my heart, in wonder, is set ablaze;
Wanting you never brings me peace of mind,
How long shall I yearn for you, Amazing?
So many uncountable days
Spent watching your beautiful face, gazing,
And my heart, in wonder, is set ablaze;
Wanting you never brings me peace of mind,
I wander throughout the earthSearching for my havenWhere is safety?All that I see is as the firstNothing familiar to my sightConstantly running from the pastForever hauntingHe hunts for my soul
I thank you darling
For those words that you spoke
To me that day we sat under the trees
In my backyard
On that hot summers day
The scent of my mothers yellow gladiollas
Drifting up our noses
Innocence…Enlighten my eyesYour memory haunts my soulWill you forget me forever?Is our separation an eternity?Innocence…Vileness consumes meDarkness blinds me
This feeling never fades. A strange scent of what would be. Hands steady and paper at head, the time had finally come. To write it down. But even after the last words reach the paper it still is not finished. This feeling still remains. A bu
I feel my soul running free with the windChill down my spineGoosebumps on my skinI am free, feeling alive as if everything I lived for was never a lieSo I cry feeling no doubt about to flyFly sky high
Art, mind, body, soul. All are connected. Poetry, theatre, dance, sing. All are therapy. With therapy we join. With therapy we live.
Poetry is the soul, written in ink
You might as well ask me
Why do I breath, why do I think?
These words set my thoughts free
They are a state of mind, unleashed
I chose to write today
Having been gifted with literacy
Gifted with the words I say
Have power, the authority
To bear truth, God-given knees
Bent in prayer, wholly broken
I was told as a young girl that
eyes are the windows to the soul.
But as I grew
and looked
and saw
I found in the reflections
of sunglasses
shallow pupils
and mirrors
It would appear pretentious
If I said I needed to write to live
Because that can be disproven by a child
But there are some things in life that may not be essential
That we can surely live without
I find that I lose myself,
When we have to part.
Life lived aimlessly,
With only half a heart.
I find that I lose myself,
When we fight.
Tears tumble down my eyes,
Earth Where injustice and immorality are the norm Where bloodshed and betrayal occur daily Where the few dominate over the many Where war has become reality and generations are raised in conflict
Come closeWalk slowI am not ready to relinquish controlTake my handI will lead you through this sadistic land
Reach outTouch my robesTogether we will watch the end unfold
We come upon a crowded room,
Where presently our character does loom,
Tangled in the voices she
Can’t think straight, or feel glee,
So she sits and looks outside
And tries to go beyond her mind
Words and actions are two separate things, but both you need to discover somethings. Like who's in your past, or what will be future. You can't just say and expect them to know; you can't just do and hope it'll show.
As I watch the birds fly
I start to wonder why?
Memories run in my mind
As I hear the lonliness that runs in my heart
I tell myself to get over it
But something new comes in my life and makes me lose it
I write,
Because my hands are spider webs of words
That need to be weaved on paper
Like an artists’ paint
Needs to be swirled around the canvas.
I write because someone
Out there
Needs to know
The expression of feeling
The expression of strife
The reason for breathing
The reason for life
Freeing yourself from the everyday
Freeing yourself, it's a small getaway
Bursting at the seams with soul
Limitless, feverish in its cage
The carnal, vigorous life untold
Impossible to assuage.
From a fly on the wall
to a man standing tall
from a shell on the beach
to a wave of coherent speech
I am stepping out of the shadow of childhood and into a responsible brain.
surrounded by gray matter
What once was three-fifths is now one whole.
What was once whipped and chained lives in my soul.
I write because I can.
Boundaries do not exist.
For what is known as "me"
Transcends all of life
And it's entitlements.
Time cannot exist,
Nor does it matter.
Life is just a fact,
A false fear.
My soul is river stone
And fire fed
Dragon eyed and embered
Lurking in mountain’s jeweled gold
Soaring on iron wings
all my pain and worry sides in this place
me not in your arms is between us space
after you hurt and used me
to be my self i cant be
but slowly im learning to move on
in what seems to be a con
The soliloquies in my heart and in my brain
are begging to be released
shouting loud, their words manifested on paper
relinquishing all that has been trapped,
like a caged bird or swirling wind in a cave.
If I knew what my ancestors were like.
If I knew which ancestor I take after the most.
That's what I have always wanted to know.
I hate you!
No I dislike you very much.
All the lies you told,
filled my heart with no trust.
Nothing but anger, fear and abuse;
I can't help you have relationship issues.
My parents always told me to further my education,
But they never told me that people wouldn't accept it
They told me to love other,
But they never told me they wouldn't love me
I write for my soul
Small town girl
Woods, cats, volleyball, family
Important things to me.
I write to satisfy myself
Whether it makes sense to others or no,
Poems of my mind
Satisfy my heart
I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze.
Every night in sleep,
I journey to the Land of Nod.
Where strangely, my senses suspend about—
exists separately, yet a part of me.
Life is too short,
grudges are a waste of perfect happiness.
Life is too short,
laugh when you can, it's a bonus.
Life is too short,
apologize, enhance, while you still have the chance.
Life is too short,
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In this world exists somewhere peaceful in all its natural beauty;
A place where the evergreen grows,
And the fallen leaves rest on the grounds of the earth,
These Hateful Hands and its Hateful Heart
A galaxy of thoughts
Rushing through my head
As my trembling, pitiful hands
Sought what was ahead
I am that boy who is kind, sweet, silly and all
I always carried a smile that stretches my lips about a mile
walking near my folks
telling jokes
tall in height
always a delight seeing me on the spotlight
I feel like I'm a million miles away,
running on a road moving in the wrong direction.
Tryin to get to you .....
why do i bother, why do i care?
When all i get is empty words.
Empty arms I run into
I want a reason to buy a new dress.
I want to feel purpose behind each caress.
I want to be held when no one is looking.
I want to be loved when all else is failing.
Walk against the wind my friend and let me see your tears, not of sadness or ambition but because you’ve made your mission. Exceed all given of you and then show me all you’ve done, please put down that paper gun.
Heavy hearts filled with heavy stones,
We try to walk tall against the pain,
Thrashing in thick mud as we tread along,
the fog is smug and unforgiving,
clouding our vision.
I know I never will forget
the way you said I love you.
The butterflies I felt
when you glanced me way
Every gentle word and soft touch
will never be forgotten.
the girl you found
Have you seen the girl that shines?
The one that thought she could only shimmer.
She holds her head up to the sky.
And her eyes; you can see them glimmer.
I fear for the future and what it may become
for I am lost in a time warp and fight to not succumb
to fall into the pressures of what society wants me to see
to trade in my morals and dignity...that's what they want me to be.
I fear for the future and what it may become
for I am lost in a time warp and fight to not succumb
to fall into the pressures of what society wants me to see
to trade in my morals and dignity...that's what they want me to be
A disease with no cure.
Targeting the heart, soul, body, and mind.
No lengths of the Earth can sate it
Because it is the undeniable lust for more.
Over come with sadness my hearts in the air and no one to really share with what is complexing my mind and bottling my eyes confusing my heart to believe I have nothing good left in me nothing but 3 6 spirits left in me minus the 1 spirit God put
How can I hate you so much when I'm told "you are to love your neighbor as you love yourself." But your no neighbor nor are you even a close or distant friend. You not even an enemy , your no threat to me but I hate you with every inch of me!!
I want it all, Not in the fact of money power and fame
But I want it all, In the moment I laid eyes on him it hit me that I could be insane
For I never had loving so good that I. . . the wild child just might could be tamed
Every day we are awakened by the alarming clock.
Every moment should be great.
Don't misuse love, because others don't get the love.
It felt good
It felt good to have someone call my name
To bring me happiness and play love games
It felt great
It felt great to have a partner in crime
To have a lover to love and a love to call mine
Heart and soul, is split by carted coal because as a started whole the heart was an uncharted hole, but it departs when the ego gets swole, remember the heart only knows what the mind is told, so when the lies are composed, in the minds souls, the
I’ve always been good at this.
I can pull words out of my head the way kids pick flowers,
not just breaking the stem but
tearing them out of the earth –
the root that had never seen sun all clumped
So I been alone, left out of this world, without knowing were to go but trying to consider what is left of this world.
You're asleep in bed tonight,
But still here awake in my mind.
My heart is restless—
Trying to keep up with my thoughts of you.
I sit here, staring at the sky.
I wish you could see it,
It’s hard to decipher from my head and my heart
Not knowing which one to listen to
It’s like Satan on one shoulder and god on the other
Both persuading you
But which one will I choose
Caring about yourself is hard to do.
Especially if you're used to caring for someone else too.
There's going to come a time when you just need to worry about yourself.
Even if other people cry for help.
The real me is shy,
But not afriad to speak her mind
The real me is weak,
But tries to be STRONG,
The real me can sing and dance,
But just donesn't show it
The real me is smart,
I am tired
Of lies.
Tired
Of my disguise.
I’m tired.
I want to be free again;
Free from the heart.
I want to be me again;
Free from insanity of humanity.
I just want to be free.
Together forever
that's the promise you made to me
the shirt that you made even said that we could be
Together forever
yes, we was so in love
no one could tell me nothing
around you i was high like a dove
Dear Survey,
Should I be the blame of my own brokenhearted pains ?
Is it my fault that I fell in like with the idea that I should be happy with my own beauty enough to share it with another ?
Before you, I had everything planned out.
But the moment you came into my rear view eye sight you grabbed my heart and molded it like play doh into something that could only fit in the palm of your hands
No one knows
The affects you have on me.
I don’t know if you would be considered
A passion or a drug.
When im with you I become
Something I wish I could be everyday…
I feel almost super human.
You got me hooked one day I least expected.
It pained me first but quickly passed my mind.
Your motives clear, to catch, I read the signs.
Excitement made, reality neglected.
In a land far from home
Where brave man dare not go
I carry no fear, I want to know
Gracious skies open my eyes
Buried in the sand our lost dreams
Wasted lives we realize the stream ends
Why not me.
Look at them, they seem so happy
Hand in Hand, drowning in the endless pools of each other's eye
Oceans of euphoria, smiles real big
like a child watching fireworks
Her singing is like an angels song
addicting and lovable with every note
She weaves me into her web of songs
Keeping me with every change in note
enchanting me till I know of nothing
except that of her
You never intended to stay with me
You only gave up and ran away
You never listened, it was always your way
I use to imagine how we would be
But I've given up on that silly dream
Our body is just a shell
That contains a soul
Much larger than the skin
And the bones
That we are encased in
The soul's size cannot be measured
Because it stretches on forever
Inside the body
There is where our enigma resides,
Between our arms and our thighs,
It thrives.
Beside the wood-framed doorways of Paradise
lay what we have left behind,
for our gatekeeper is ever vigilant, sorting soul from chaff,
"You cannot take it with you."
-
here we are
all alone,
each of us
a dry,
dead
bone.
NOTHING left
to loVe or haTe
a barren wasteland
of empty fate
In my defense
(You have none)
I just needed someone to lean on
(For a while, then be done)
It’s not my fault you wanted more
(Told you I wasn’t like her)
And it’s been a year, yeah, I’m sure
Rain.
Each drop of H20 hitting my face
rejuvenating me
Cleaning my soul
Washing me of my sins
Making me realize how I needed this
Cold winds and
rain
Not sure what direction to go
it's just a necklace
seven dollar find at
Elysium Antiques
a smoothed wooden dolphin
charm, no bigger than
baby fiddler crabs
dangling from a swaying
black piece of string.
Angry tears
Arched across my zygoma
Flowing with rage...It’s colorful
I can't think... my mind eclipse by sublte animosity
Through holes I've imprinted with malice
Hard, reliable, dependent on one another
Relationships are like bones
Stable yet unstable, fragile yet stern
a structure that seems to never burn.
I am the breath of life in everyone
If not for me there would be nothing new
In present, past, and future I can run
Under my protection is where earth grew
The World ending in Fire,
or perhaps in Ice,
Possibly Darkness,
Maybe Light.
The Fires of Passion.
Glaciers of Hatred.
The Fear of Darkness.
Light of Acceptance.
Quiet settles on my lips and on my heart,
Not even a sound the dropping pin brings,
Push down and kicked down;
Not even an echo off these strings.
Let us leave, you and I
Sneak at midnight, when the only light that remains is moonlight
Run from within the shadows
Hand in hand escaping what strays behind our tracks
Late night thoughts, early morning stress
I step out of the shower, but don't want to get dressed
I don't want to walk in these shoes, how do they fit me?
I like the ones that you wear, I cant help but to envy
I gave you all my trust.
maybe it was love or was it just lust.
You stole my heart without a doubt,
and now I can't find a way out.
Concealed and dark is the Magistrate of Heaven
As it winds down a relentless shimmering staircase
On the Chariot, bound by a mound of Earth
Racing toward a sufferer, heads faced toward death.
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
Longs for the sun but lingers in dark
And aims for my love, but misses the mark
My heart my heart, my fickle heart
Lives intersect,
Countlessly,
Few ever connect
For eternity,
Or even for more,
Than a moment,
Before they are torn,
And sent
Lack of beauty, abundance of lust,
risky relationships she cannot trust.
Runs from herself to hide from her spouse,
looks mighty in theory, in reality mouse.
Attempts to be home when in her own house,
I’ll dance to the music,
That sings inconsolably sweet
I’ll sway and step
And try.
I’ll dance to the music
Because I have no words
Only the need to dance these
Steps
I’m from that delicious solitude.
It looks crowded in the happiest times,
and empty when sadness crawls.
i woke up in the moring with the sun in my eyes. i turned around to see if my lover was by my side. i kissed her goodbye,shut the door and started to cry
The times that we had, The good and the bad
The things that we shared,could never be compared
You were my everything, My water and air
You made my heart smile, It lasted a while
L-O-V-E
Is a four letter word
love shouldn't be taken for granted
But mean so much to someone that means so much to you
Don't let love slip away
Hold it forever in your heart
Cherish each day
It wasn't all fair
With the stars in your hair
And the smile
That played on your lips.
When you made me believe
Here's my long lost dream
Coming true.
The infinite death.
The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea.
The price of the Earth is pride.
Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing.
The soul is green.
The Earth was once true and sweet.
A poet without a muse,
Like a bird without a song.
Just when I figured there was nothing left to lose,
The words no longer where they belong.
In the back of my mind
Now reside the melodies so sweet,
Maybe I became what I said I never would,
But maybe change is bound to those who only wish they could.
And my life is spurred by the moments rooting from the past,
Get whisked away and forget the time,
Lost ambitions
Abandoned hopes and dreams,
A feeling that no one believes,
Questioned Faith,
Borrowed time,
A cold emptiness inside,
Deep Bitterness,
A whole that's bottomless,
You feel alone,
Music is emotion, it soothes my soul. It feeds my dreams to reach my goal.
If you're hungry and have no food, it does more than just affect your mood.
Nothing else matters.
Something happened in my life and yours
Something happened that no one ignores
Something unusual and something strange
Something only we exchange
No words can say
How happy and gay
Happiness is all I ever wanted But loving you is like a dying weed The actions that you portrayed assaulted The way you talk to me can only feed The hatred I once felt for you is gone In my search I have found somebody new Who handles me like a de
Happiness is all I ever wanted
But loving you is like a dying weed
The actions that you portrayed assaulted
The way you talk to me can only feed
Amidst all the noise echoing halls. She sits quietly writing, reading, hard work doesn’t inspire except the attitude which she portrays
She is diligent
She is mighty
And spends long nights doing work till perfection
*this poem is in reverse, this is the title and the poem is above
?One last question
So now you got her
Wrapped up tight in your arms
Like a dog chasing a car now… IM there
Feeling high as the sky
But still one question unanswered
Or is it many
Swallow it, follow it
Taste it, then touch
See and listen
Smell and find
Move, stop, feel then realize
Realize there are more
than just senses and emotions
Souls are in us waiting
to be known
Never loved anyone like this before,
Nor met someone as marvelous as he,
Sorry, he is someone you can’t go for,
He has been happily taken by me.
At first I was afeard to love again
There's a garden
Grown by the Devil's reapers
And they plant souls
Of all earth's little creatures
They'll give you the peace
You wouldn't find in any preacher
I fell so hard when we met that day,
And noticing you failed to feel the same.
Forgive me for my heart is worn,
And your's untamed.
Like many summer months in bloom,
promising life, light, love
When the sun would hug you in its warmth
and caress your hopes with gentle rays
of bright light and subtle praise
It comes upon me like a storm.
A torrent of emotion
In motion.
A certain fear I have.
The fear of ending.
Not breathing,
Not blinking,
Not being.
Someday you'll love me,
Someday you'll care,
Someday you'll treasure the moments we've shared.
Someday you'll learn,
Love is not a game,
Then you'll realize,
I'm not the same.
I realized today that I don’t love you.
It’s kinda sad to say, but I know it’s true.
I ran away from this, because you’re the one who.
Saved me.
Love is us
Sometimes i think words have difference definitions because love is you.
When i look in your eyes its like im on vacation sitting by the pool like your eyes are blue.
Times a wasting and I'm running out of patience then again more like out of time. The clock tells the story and lipstick on the glass still there so you remain on mind.
I’m writing this poem because I thought of you
Sometimes I don’t know what to do
All I ever do, is think about you
Somewhere deep inside my heart
You always know how to make it start
I know we may be miles apart
You know i can't live without you
I know this can be a clue
I will do anything for you
My heart is in your hand
I hope that will forever stand
You’re someone special to me
Like it was meant to be
The night sings its lullaby as the dreamer falls asleep.
She dreams of a sweet surprise, faster her heart seems to beat
She wakes up to the glowing stars that are painted across the sky;
She's standing there, all alone... She doesn't know where to go.
Can you hear her crying? Can't you see the way she's dying!?
He was lying, she was trying, but all that happened was this fighting!
Your short, im tall
Your hearts big, mines small
You make me laugh, sometimes im cry
You like to smoke, so we get high
I tell you things, you always listen
Were almost their but somethings missin
I noticer her in my dreams,
I find her in my mind,
Only true beauty I see with my own two eyes.
Love is the key,
The key to my destiny,
providing the beat to our everlasting eternity.
I watched the flames lick the ivory walls,
Of my house,
Of my home.
Now I trod on sodden ground,
Like a sponge under my feet.
I pick up the pieces,
Charred memories.
A single tear leaks from my soul.
It's the 'what if' that creates curiosity…
It's the 'what if' that pulls you in…
It's the 'what if' that stops you…
It's the 'what if' that penetrates every lasting thought in your mind…
I want to be lain in the skies above…
Endlessly floating into oblivion beside a million dying stars.
I long to be cradled by the billowing mists and blanketed by the sun’s rays…
Kissing and marking my bare shoulders
(poems go here) When I was young I gave my soul to the sea.
Sometimes I will swear to you that
the waves ebb and tide where my blood should be.
That one place
The very center of my heart,
My very being,
My soul.
It has led me to
New
Adventures.
New
Friends.
Lessons
Learned and forgotten.
And music.
Music
The malice human
Injects hatred, and
My body full of strength;
The heart blessed with patience,
Conjoin the pace.
Yet you are my dew in the petal of eternity
You’ve got few strings of mine
With their painted threads
You’ve set up the net
In your loom
For the tapestry of your last gammon
I Am The Waves In The Ocean And The Roots Of The Trees.
I am wind and thunder and rain.
I am the image of my father, Kemet.
I am soil and breath and soul.
I am Africa personified.
In the way I walk
They don’t have much life in their bodies only in their eyes
Their bodies sore with daily task
Thoughts are thick
Putting a heavy weight on their minds
Drained out
Full of fear and sorrow
But in their eyes
She was only fourteen or fifteen when she
Lost her virginity to a
Soul-sucking heathen who she refused
NOT to believe in.
And, she thought she wasn't worthy,
Deserved to be deserted,
Bump and bop and knock then stop.
It’s a rhythmic beat to reap the sleep
and see what’s been shown, not meet what’s
been known over and over again,
just changing how it flows from pen to pen
or mind to mind.
Eyes,
pools of liquid splendor,
orbs of silent intensity,
flitting here,
flitting there,
resting in sunken sockets
and greedily consuming each ray of light.
You hide your power behind leaden lids
People love to tell you that
“You are the captain of your own soul!”
What they neglect to tell you
Is that they are at the helm
And should you hit an iceberg
It is you who must go down with the ship.
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In a deep dark forest, there is a caravan of traveling strangers
Hosting a creepy carnival, with many possible dangers
The Devil asked for my assistance
He asked for my soul
I gladly said yes
When He scanned my soul
He told me no
