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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.  
there's only lightthat shines inside
it’s easiernot to love youimpossiblenot to love you
and i seethe ghost of youon every street  and i say:i don't believein ghosts anymore
i say fight me too much but there's  rage in my soul.
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
There is a simple kind of pain in not falling asleep like a headache in the soul
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,
To feel The love That eats The soul That loves Thy sweetness So!
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,
With a broken heart and an empty soul, you will always need more.
 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
I don't like what you see when you look at me
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.
October midnight falling star in the dark sky- summer’s soul has passed
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.
Unexplainable feeling
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  
Somewhere on the highest mountain
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?
I am redeemed 
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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revenge, the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
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  
The marching band marches,The orchestra bows,The jazz band swings,
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
You are the Most High You take and you give.
Every day is another war, Another soul lost Another closed door And at what cost?
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
Oh, she is bent on this fading belief
The Soul  
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.
LOOK at me. STARE at me.   PIERCE with your judging eyes  
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.
Old Soul Who I am exactly is perplexing to say,
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
She searches for something to fill her soul, everyday digging a deeper hole, a
  Delusions of grandeur. Although,
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;
And then it hit me;you never loved me. You don’t treat someone you loved like that. 
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.
Behind It We Seek The Vision We Need A Person's True Soul For A Price We Must Pay
If you took a picture of your soul would it be as beautiful as you think your selfie is? True beauty comes from within.
The street is strolling merrily along when
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.
Sadder than a souless wanderer Is a bodiless soul.  When a wanderer dies 
I miss your soul like fire
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,
I say   Knowledge is key  
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
Singing the melody of a song
What is hope   is it the thought of light  in the middle of darkness?
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
One simple day
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,
Just as darkness escapes the light
For whome, This may
  Not a day will go by that people will end the day with regret.
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
Among the stars
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  
Lost in the mids of this Huge crowd.
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
A strong grip on my spear of light,
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.
I miss y
We met in middle school you see;
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
"Speak up!" They say, "You're too quiet."
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
Last Day   I remember the last day. The last day when I had to leave and you had to stay.
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;
I wept for all the hearts that were broken,
Euphoric my soul has been marked Untroubled written on my heart No amount of sorrow 
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.
Here's what keeps this soul goingHere's what makes
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,
Why is it alright to earn less in a lifetime where are our full rights?
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,
My sister
My sister
Nature's nurture nearsnostalgia n' never noticed now. Nomore.
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
  O goddess fair, enthroned and seated high Above my weary head and earth-bound soul
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
What is the sound your heart is making?
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
Drunk from the thoughts of last night,I can’t sober up.
In my mind My flower's
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
When will that exception appear?...
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,
“We become aware of the void as we fill it.”                                                                                                                                            -Antonio Porchia                
Non existent
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
God instills the toughest battles on His strongest soldiers.
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
My view, your view, his view, her view
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
So I walk aimlesslyWithout aim   Where did I come from?Well, that’s a trivial matter  
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.
Have the eye of the tiger, the heart of a lion, and
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.
Eternally An origianl poem by Catelin Haight   When I read your palms I can see
Once in awhile 
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.
People come in and out of our lives everyday
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.
Listening to music is a near death experience.
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…  
There are times you're so simply Unapologetically you! Killer times, when jaws drop
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
What happens to your soul when you die?   Does it fly away into a distant place?
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
Not alive 'till now.  This is my coming-of-age.  Taking my first step.
I prayed this morning,
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.   
Ink tainted on paper A sword stronger than the memory of time Ink tainted on paper
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,"
Are you comfortable enough that even long pauses- seem complete?
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  
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.
For warmth once more Swim to the core For heart and soul Sit under Siberian Ice
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.
Elementary School Lessons Patterns Identify that which does not fit Eradicate
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.
Memories come and go people may fade a way love may conquer all
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.
He says Don't u think of me as much as I think of you ?
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.
I Yell Because...
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.
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
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