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So What Is It like When You Choose To write ... ? How Does It Feel When You Can't Control What Is REVEALED ... When Producing Scrolls Born From Your Soul ... !?! The Soul of ... " Your BEING " ... !!!
Everyone's in motion What's the commotion I shop to avoid my emotions I could use a companion Friendship, what an interesting notion It's like they all say Feelings get in the way
Divorce is a sinking ship. The sea parts with crashing waves. A tsunami of destruction that floods over every part of your life. Dad.. You left me drowning.
How do you feel? What if you were never told how you’re supposed to? What if no one told you to feel sad or feel glad or get mad, is that bad? Would we feel at all?
The bright days started to fade. The blue sky turned to dark. The happy family broke to pieces. The endless playtime turned to long working nights.
my love,a perfect vestige
it’s easiernot to love youimpossiblenot to love you
What is wrong with certain words or how it is used? Around the world, all people have languages. They also have words that come with them. Certain words and certain uses of words cause harm.
You were there when I needed you the most… When I was breaking under pressure, Like a sapling overburdened with snow. I always thought of myself as a mighty oak,
I have feelings I say They tell me to put them away I want them to stay Without them, I would be astray I did not mean to disobey But I have feelings I say
How come, Those who hold their secrets, Those who hold their tongue, Those who feel the most, Are the ones who
It is late on a Sunday, my hair in a rut. Anyone else might have left but you, you would not. Through thunder through rain, you teach me to live meanwhile, healing my pain.
When someone you love is ripped from your armsOr how you realize what you are doing wrong in lifeIt's a single momentA second in timeThat the entire world seems to pauseJust for you
White grass Gray ground Yellow flowers all around Wide eyes Head down Hid behind a small frown One hand You’d take Try not to be back late Brown clouds Orange sky
Paint the web With silly string colors And make your words dance all over them. In this high strung, imaginary world We spin ourselves into the frenzy; Get all tangled up together.
Slow down. Look around. Think hard or think soft.
Slow down. Look around. Think hard or think soft.
they know not a word for her feeling nor reveal the pseudonym state of mind Lucid images scream high with clarity but all is dark and neon will dance undefined
Dear Red, I see the madness in your eyes, The insanity, the love. It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg, But what came first?
maybe you're not ready yet.ready for the lies.ready for the hurt.ready for"love". oh my sweet darling, love is when you are readyto love yourself because we may lieto ourselves,we may hurt ourselves but the bravest thing we can dois love ourselves
Dear Heart, You are quite a strange and odd little thing, Beating steadily here within my chest. But you have shown you can stutter, cry, sing, And, o'erall, make me feel my worst or best.
Its frustrates me. It pisses me off. The way she can say She wants boyfriend When I was a great one But no she dumped me Cuz she was gonna cheat on me. Like what the fuck
I lay awake. With nothing in mind. I feel so empty. No feeling. No thinking. Watching the time. Blinking. Breathing. Heart beating. As hours fly by. I feel empty. No thinking.
I. Feel. You. I feel you. I’m feeling you. You feel me. You are feeling me too.
Love is a feeling Not an obligation Not a destination Not a game Love is a committment A never ending work in progress A solid ground For better or for worse
Verse: Mist, in my eyes Ice, heart melts, freeze Dive, into ocean spacious as skies Lie, sea turned bed if dived too deep Still profound, unexplored Wonder, how change will give more
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth by limbs too weighed down by darkness. I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air. The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Just a second agoThe magnificent flowThe room filled with soundThe noises that drownedVibration, scientifically speakingThis is what I've been seeking
In the beginning I always considered myself to be like Sherlock Holmes Logical, a little impractical, stubborn, and Alone. Not by anything other than choice of course. But alone nonetheless
Things have been pretty bland everyone is busy with plans all my emails are spam and my motivation has hit its low I've got no one to call I'm staring at walls
I fall hard and I fall fast. I scrape my knee on the concrete of the earth on a constant basis. I cannot help the way I feel and the way I fall.
When times have me feeling weak and weary I know just where to go. To the mountains I travel to make my life a little more cheery.
There are some so selfish, egotistical. There are some, through actions: analytical- determining suite, of gloom and fright As if to say: you have no right.
I question the varies Question every pointLight every cornerBecome the absence of colorMake every movement countCreate perfect gravityMake a moment stunningPuncture every soundMake every leap possibleShorten every long pathwayTo a simple door
I greet the day begrudgingly. The sunlight pools in my eyes like tears. It streams down my face and no matter how much I rub it does not come off.
Have you a heart so heavy you feel as though it will fall out of your chest? Escape the prison that is your rib cage and tear through your organs until there is nothing left. I do.I have a heart heavy with grief.I'm grieving. What for?For him.For
Five, Seven, Five. Who knew these numbers would be my drive. All I had known a poem to be was words with rhyme and rhythem so free. A childs game was all it became. Oh see and observe.
I don't know... I can't shake the preening feeling... That I'm not really living... And even though it's not a physical pain- It's a dull persisting ache- And even though no one else is living
I remeber the rush. The moment pen touches paper. The smooth glide on blank slate. Infinite array of options, Potential, that I never had. The feel wasn't all however,
Heat. I love it. Heat. Does it love me? Dehydration, sunurns galore. It hurts. Sun, bright, burns out my eyes. Why, do I sit in it, do I fight for it, do I wish it into existence. For summer fun?
Take hold of thy pen, Crawl within my den, The world appears free, For the beholder is me, I caress the page with my wants, No sour stranger can ever taunt, In the world of love and poetry,
He is empowered But you, powerless Have not they gave any trusted name
The wind blows through my hair Connecting me with the air The sun warms my skin Making me want to grin The summer air brings me delight
the way i feel about my son i can not live without his love if i were deserted in space i would need his big wide smile to keep giving in to life he is all i need to live he is all that my life is
Heart with Feeling What is warmth without any feeling?What is emotion without any love?That tenderness made my heart goes tingling,and that love made me goes smiling.
A kind child who speaks Says words of pure innocence Until she first lies
“Don’t forget your roots,”They always say.“Don’t forget your roots.”The great oak always continues to growas long as its roots are growing,but as its trunk is growing significantly
Behind you can find a shadow, Continuing to grow. We play follow the leader I wear the crown Yet, soon I will become the pleader Black patches lay on my skin
The one thing I could not live without, is not what most think about. It cannot be seen, but is very serene. It is the feeling of someone caring. When one is there to comfort my fears,
I feel my feet pounding down on the ground The crowd is cheering but I hear not a sound
The greater the struggle, the greater the hope, the greater the story. The greater the struggle, the greater the hope, the greater the glory. For better or for worse, till death due us part from this planet,
Say the words you know will burn a fire within me Say the ones that you think will push me Say them. Please say them. Becuase I promise then, I won't feel bad walking away.
School seems like nothing but a trap in your lap giving you a slap Nobody knows you have nowhere to go to hide against your foe Walking in the halways just to get stares anf glares that seem so unfair
This is my story of the factors that determine me,Drive me to be who I want to be,And create my own destiny.I’ve never been a size twoAnd everything I would doWould be wrong to you.
Who said poetry had to be pretty?
Perpetual Escape, Undefining - Driven Divine Incentric Indigtation, Ceasing Conformity, Losing Yourself, Lost To Find Ones Self, Elapse Into - Unintentional Nonsense,
Friends with benefits What's the benefit When I'm falling in love And you're looking down from the cliff
It vibrates Through the room The strings on my viola Sing with it It vibrates through my heart I feel it deep inside. I place my bow on the string My fingers are ready
When the man I loved tried to commit suicide, I can only describe my pain as having my heart ripped through my chest with hands of barbed wire, broken-glass dreams and smoldering promises.
I feel Satan's unforgivable
Never have I found a way to change the way I feel,All this hatred and agony is getting hard to conceal.No matter what I do,I always feel so blue.Lost within myself waiting to be free,All whilst hiding pain,
I feel...unable. Unable to fell. I can't feel the remorse I should be feeling. Instead I'm just a mixture of blindess, depression, and confusion. The words I speak flow from my mouth
Love is inevitable pain It claims an unforgiving reign It'll torment the heart And tear it apart But love will also heal It can make you feel
This Breath,This breath is alive,He breathes calm into my chaos,He breathes laughter into my sadness,
Where am I? Who am I? What is my purpose? These questions play like a song repeating in my mind I sit in class thinking of my pupose What am I here to do? Am I even here to do anything?
I could write a thousand words And they would all be true. I could create a soliloquy And set it to a tune. I could scream from high, Compose it in the sky. Paint a picture dear and bright,
Have you every heard a scream with no sound? Its kind of funny becuase it is just wide mouths with angry faces Have you ever been to a place where you know no one? Its kind of lonley.
How it feel up there? That act you got hanging in
What color is perfection? That elusive transcendence from reality That which demands unnecessary change I see you, and you are transparent. I am flesh and bone I bleed when I am cut open
We put coats on our souls Flashy pattern is shown off to the world When what we require Is the plainness on the inside We hide our Simplicity And flaunt our complexity
"Why don't you try writing what you feel down?" Write it in a poem Write it in a song Write it in a story I can do that Will that help me? Writing my emotions down Ok I think
Do you know a life at home?With heart felt loveAll around and above
Our love is a fire, brightly lit in the cold. As the lights around fade, the flame becomes bold. It waves and ripples and grows in it's power.
I felt naked-
We all search for that thing That one thing
There is a reason slam poetry
She isn't hopeless She isn't worthless She isn't mediocre She isn't ugly She isn't alone She knows this. She feels hate She feels shame She feels guilt She feels regret
It was about this time of year Our hearts crossed paths They danced to a beautiful tune Love at first sight we'd say As both our hearts grew closer They became intwined as one
I'm not the best, But I don't tend to rest. I went on many quests , But I failed every test. I don't want to make any mess, But I always ended up making some nests.
She is alive
Sweat beading on my forehead Words beating in my heart This nemesis paralysis Is taking back this part So give me no more answers
I can't control my brain The pain makes me feel insane And I don't need you opions, on my feelings You can't imagine what it feels like To wonder why you're broken You can't imagine what it feels like
I like that feeling. That feeling when you feel so much.
I wish i could write about nothing at all. wouldnt it be interesting to describe nothing? we couldnt say a color, How would we know what color it would be? We couldnt say a shape,
Tribe motivation baby This is the native land and this bed of ours is your home I bring myself to the brink, exploring things you don't know Understanding the aspects and learning the methods
There comes a time in your life When you stop checking Behind shower curtains and under beds Because you feel as if you would be better off If the monster got you anyway
I didn’t know at first. First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
Hey dude, its your birthday today, You are still so small but you think like a giant wall, The days we spent together, all that stuf in library, for me its all about memories, today i take stand,
Fool Beauty is something that can come in many different forms. Beauty is something that is found in everything, In everyone. But this beauty comes in certain places for everyone,
Across the plains of cracked, dry land, only a few sources of water are in sight, yet, this is home, to strength, power, and grace. She protects her young with her life, the way any mother would.
For what is a heart if it is not brave? What is it for if not for feeling the courage to invite every stranger into Its home To
Most of the time my smiles lack real meaning. They are only there for the time being, But even that's short living. I only sit any smile so no one can see the true feeling.
Floor 89. I think I'm dying, Could it be that I have forgotten how to breathe? In and out with every breath my lungs repeat
So tired o
I heard you speak now I want to hear you more I heard you laugh now I want to make you laugh more I saw your smile now I want to make you smile more I saw your eyes now I want to gaze at them more
I felt it when his eyes first locked on my own. Electricity, surging like volts, straight to the bone.
No frills No fluff No sugar coat Let's just jump
I wrote a list of all my dreams
They come and go
Hello, Dr. King, have you heard the news? Children are being stereotyped because they aren’t as intelligent as child prodigies at age 3. What can we do to fix this?
They do not see what I feel inside But they see the smile that I can not hide Day after day I please their needs But I am never questioned about what I need What did I do
I have to admit That sometimes I’m "not all there" I’m a great actor Playing the part And choosing what to share I wake up and decide what character to present
My mind is no clockwork. It has no mechanistic rules of a clock, has no one destination, or a repetitive circle of lines on the edge of Time. My mind is constrained by the jail of clocks and schedules:
It has taken mea very long timeto come to this point,but I’m realizing nowafter eighteen yearsof my lifethat it is okay to feel.I spent so many monthsof my life
I can taste it,
Do you know what it feels like....
Crystal rose, You reflect light so beautifully, But how does it feel to have petals of stone and not of felt? To hold no fragrance, To not sway melodically in the winds’ breeze, To only be a sturdy copy?
There is a certain Kind of feeling which cannot be Explained— Like the feeling when it rains, or When someone you love Dies—one which goes Beyond words, beyond expression. Feelings which can
A breeze quietly stirs it seems to have no direction gnetly tossing my hair sending a slight chill down my spine my skin prickles up wind rushes past me then back to me again
It is the peak of a mountain Looking out onto the snow covered waves of rock Inhaling the clean crisp air As a single bald eagle soars above It is the clear night sky uneffected by ambient light
For me, my drummer beats, Da boom, da boom. He rarely misses a beat and keeps up with my tempo. When I'm running-- Dadub-dadub-dadub! Or when I meditate, Daa boom. Daa boom.
Angel My Angel Spread far and thin Across the oceans of time Land, sea and sky Hear my rejoicing cry
Screaming lyrics till I’m hoarse, Till my throat bleeds, then I’ll have satisfaction, Music- I sway, dance, sing, I scream with it. Take each carefully planned note like a last sweet and sour breath.
You cannot hide the feelings. You cannot crumple them up and toss them in the trash like you do with a love note that failed to love.
Self conscious, insecure, the feeling of “I can’t do this anymore”This was the girl I used to me.This girl that I was choosing to be.I try not to be that girl anymore
Hands grasp at nothingness Alone in the dark The light is far ahead This is no tunnel Only sky And here we fall People in the distance They swarm away
Misty morning on a dew dropped day;
A familiar numbness creeps over my soul. I feel nothing. But at the same time, I feel everything. I feel the weight of guilt, the pain of losing a friend,
It's something that can’t be seen or touched But it can be felt. A feeling like no other, Words can’t even describe it. It's love, The feeling that you spread unto
Sometimes we argue, sometimes we fight, we definitely have our fits, but that's alright. Maybe things aren't always perfect, sometimes we wonder why, occasionally I give up.
I remember that it hurt, The day I met you. I was unable to breath, Feeling as if my lungs were seized, Silence around, becoming deaf, Only to hear your voice. I remember the pain in my chest,
I don't know whether it's pain or pleasure but it hurts But it hurts so exquisitely There's something wrapped too tight around me and i can't breathe but it hurts So I pull it closer
Loneliness is not a state of mind. It is a choice. A way of life, A feeling. A feeling that possesses, A feeling that deceives,
Body Language With the strut of the Wind, The boundless flow of time. Our minds tend to flutter, With an undying chime. Speaking through tocs and tics Vision scattered,
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.
I am Female. I am Girl. I am Woman. I am large hips, I am tiny waist, I am large chest, I am stereotype. I am pretty face, makeup, lipstick, I am beauty.
I often find myself listening to my own mind I hear it think And register emotion I find it hard to control It is fascinating And frightening.
Liberation is like a ringing in your ear. Silence is like the golden sun. My friendship lasts like tree trunks. My pain is exhausted wildfire. Understanding is my unlocking key, and compassion is my locket.
Little and unknowing, as a girl I would pick up what I didn't yet understand The meaning so lost to new eyes I want it Time flies, the pen is now in my control, the paper my clay to mold
The way your eyes lit upThe way your mouth smiledThe way you used to laughWhat happened to all that We were once inseparableWe were once capableNothing came in-between Now we're only once upon a time
Feelings can be thought away they tick like a clock like time they change but love is harder to dismantle it mutates like a virus it flickers like a candle
I write because my silence is the loudest voice I have ever heard. I write when it's 3am and my head is spinning with truths that were afraid to surface in the daytime When my words are so raw it almost scares me
Bone white, the tinted light My eyes blur As fingers bury deep The warm leather pockets A satin-like heat Drops slide slovenly down your chin As I trace along
Ginger spines Flaky sighs Powerless, You glossy-eyed Creature. I saw you there, In the crevices of my dreams Breathless, in a pool of gems Lost within the carefree
Warm laps of water beat down my skin. I feel reknewed again. Its a soft beating rhythmn that pierces my soul, A constant shift in tone that makes my heart tighten. I feel the flow down my body to my toes as Im eaten inside out, Gorge upon my
MusicCountry, jazz, blues or bop,Rock, rap, swing and hip-hop.Melody and harmony flow through the air,and each little phrase has its own flare.Improv., rehearsed, each a special kind,
Weave me through words to be heard. Break my heart as my fingers feel out the words. Cradle my trust with an untitled promise. Let me fulfill these things through writing poetry, or let me be done.
My heart over whelmed with emotions, My mind flooded with thoughts. I didn't know how to voice them, So behind my lips words were constantly fought. Tried to voice these emotions in so many ways,
I am being transferred into a world of nothingness. Floating alone and fearless, yet frightened at the same time. My feet touch nothing. My body touches nothing. The nothing surrounds me. And I realize...
Because I am weak, Because I am strong, I write To destroy evil, To create beauty, I write Because of peace, Because of turmoil, I write To learn, To give, I write
Hair wavy ripples teal tinted aqua skin supple hubble bubble nipples cripples bystanders even when fully sheathed Sweat drips and drops and plops beneath the penholder quivers at sweet nostalgia
I see faces each day The same faces that pass by the same way Nothing, nothing is all I say My lips quiver but my voice is nothing but a weak mocking squeak
Such a deep love, impossible to ignore We're pulled together, while others pull us apart. Love is forgotten, making life such a bore The lost memories, breaking every heart.
When I look in your eyes I see where I want to be I see the anger I see the happiness I see the pain I see the love I see the tears
Kiss me, shove me, break me Turn these shades to black & blue, Peel back this skin, make it new Love me, hate me, infuriate me Scream a little louder; I can't hear you,
The way I felt when I met you is the way I want to feel all the time. The way I felt when you touched me like chills up my spine. The way I felt when you kissed me like a thousand butterflies.
My heart is a gun, held by a coward, Drawn but not loaded, it might even be broken, But I still hold it. When my mind's gone, it's my only power, Giving fake hope when my cards are folded, Just for a moment.
I am like dirt. People don’t like dirt. I don’t know if it’s just for how I look Or for how I am.