Lonely Walls
Just a write
why?
Why was i hurt was that really real when you kissed another how did you think i'd feel did you laugh at my pain as you held him tight and walked away into the darkness of the night Can i be healed by some mighty hand this was not what i wanted
Behind Your Blue Eyes
My own experience in 2003, when he finally choose someone else.
Complicated
Relationships get kinda complicated sometime. The heart loves who it loves and mostly not the person that loves them. Just an observation and perhaps this poem carries it to extremes to make a point...lol.
Concealed Pain
Often we conceal a broken heart not wanting to show weakness nor vulnerability as we feel both the physcial and emotional trauma.
Here comes the rain...
This one flowed like a faucet, When I wrote it...
Homecoming
Love to dance , love my music and tired of being alone.
wilted rose 2
blablabla not my best but ohh well bla bla
So far away..
Distant memories of love
love conflict...!
People love their idea not their reality!i also went through this expereince...result is this!
oh....
Just dissapointed
she's a h** it's what is looks like lol
just came too mind
~~ ~ LONELY NIGHTS ~ ~~
Hoping for no more lonely nights.
baby do u
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Summer's turning cold....
She was young so naive and so was he… Different hearts.. Both in searching for there meant to be.. Then they meet and the sparks fly instantly.. Missing puzzle piece their hands fit perfectly… Thinking everything they had was all they’ll
love lost or laying dormant
i lost the one love i had 2 years ago in a accident now im searching again im a lonely person and im just want to be loved thats all
coupling
intolerable nectar..
the fragance after the rain
posted awhile back with my back story.
Bridgewater Exit
Bridgewater exit 700 metres That's 700 metres to make up my mind Do I go on or turn around Change my life or live on Seconds are ticking, closer I get Done me so wrong, the cheating b*tch Came home, she was with my best friend Hell man, with f
the rose
just thinking about roses i have given out to loved ones, and when it was over ,well the rose was long gone.
Teardrop Soul
Every tear is a soul that, were they caught in a bowl, would weigh in among all of the worlds most precious diamonds and stones Each one a story that cannot be told full of one's sentiments and worth more than gold I sho
All That Ends...
Wrote this one night in a lovesick malaise.
Beyond The Cloud
A true story
In The End...
If at the end, I could be. I'd be with you and you with me. Some say, "it's strange" I know it's true Some say hold on, I hold onto you After the tears and heart-broken pains, still In the end the question remains, "what shall I d
Once was to be a Tribute
What do you do when you find a poem you wrote many years ago and is no longer applicable (and was not appreciated at the time), you write something else out of it.
Neva Listen
always love someone on earth
pretty bird
written quite a few years ago but suddenly feeling very current once again !
The Ashes
Ashes, they fall to the floor just like the ashes of my life before And slowly, the lonely day passes I pay it no mind my mind is lowly from time to time Takes much more to accept what is blue more than just wishing I was with you m
...to be with you
Every little bit will help you get by Every bit of love, All of the work each moment of play It'll all fly get's you above gives you that smirk Find yourself high thoughout the day I wouldn't want it any other way Save to be wit
The Low Tide
This languid sea, Shiny and flowing does not smile back at me For in your eyes, lucid and glowing I do not see The love That used to be How can I look anymore? With each cascading wave comes a hope I cannot save And my dreams wa
Now That Your Gone
Woke up this mornin' I could sense a change, you left the bathroom light on. Even before I found your note, I knew you were gone. Now all I have are these four walls, to keep me company. the night rolls in on a velvet fog, to join me in my mis
POINT OF ORIGIN
Poetry allows us free-form wordplay! Putting words together (word-art) to paint images in the mind is the gift and the joy of story telling!
WHY?
If this sounded cofusing, I'm sorry, I had to be selfish as I wrote this. I'm not sure why I posted it. The only thing I can say to that is; IT FElT RIGHT TO POST IT! So I ask please don't lynch me for wasting your time. Cambuff
Lost Ryan
The story of my relationship
YOU TURNED UP MISSING
YOU TURNED UP MISSING You waylaid the galaxies with the slip of your hand sewing light years together with silken word-threads (borrowed spider webs) you walked without spoor without disturbing the grass in the lull in between our storms.
jusqu'à ce que je vous reverrai
jusqu'à ce que je vous reverrai Soon I’ll forget today. I just walked away. Couldn’t find a reason stay. Don’t know if its better this way. This heart of mine weighs heavy with uncertainty and fear. Didn’t think of where to go from here. T
REGRETS
This feeling of regret for lost love is no stranger for many of us. Another translation from Tamila Aydinova's poetry.
The Candy Store
IT JUST CAME TO ME.
6 months
Being happy for that moment
hurt
my heart hurts today
I'm Home
Hold on Just be what you are In My heart Is where you belong Im home Im the shelter from the storm No matter where you go You wont find a woman that warm So Hold On .. Just come back You're goin in the wrong road .. While I'm your
Adieu my sweet…
I wrote this about 13 years ago, I will probably always regret messing this one up, sigh..., also, this is a repost and a bit of a re-write..., why? its a favourite of mine, nostalgia??? why not eh?