"Open Prose" in abandonment - 3rd movement
minutes, years, our hour is among us the very repetition of the very moment heart strained to wakening conscienceness. heat shrunken in salt water baptism withered outside to reflect within I question my awareness the colors blen
Couldn't Esape The Past Couldn't Ride The Future
Couldn't escape the past Couldn't ride the future and no such thing as a hitchhiker Without traction you will never know satisfaction Who writes a story when there will be only one page The short continuous circle path of poverty Becomes a dumb
Tarot - Ask the Cards
I wrote this whilst listening to the music score of Season 8 (Game of Thrones); daydreaming of meeting the next incarnation of Carl Gustav Jung
I Wish....
I yearn never to do wrong But am always dancing to the devil's gong I wish i could marry and be a good spouse to truth But my lips are numb and tongue can not bare good fruit I wish i could eat and dine with faithfulness But lust gribs my naked
Alone in the dark
I am outside alone in the darkness, surrounded by the spirits i dnt even knw. I looked up in the sk. I saw the stars hiding one by one til there are no more. I heard a voice calling my name. Bt when i turned, there was no one, only what i can see
nO One is mine
this poetry dedicate to all
3 POEMS ALL THOSE YEARS ANOTHER LIE & LETTING GO
_( ALL THOSE YEARS)_ I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WORRING ABOUT THE PAST. AND ALL THE THINGS THAT NEVER LAST. LIFE COMES AT YOU WAY TO FAST. IVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME TRYING TO HIDE FROM LIFE. IVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHINGS
My only love...
I was only ever in love, just once in my life And believe or not it wasn’t my wife It was thirty years ago, yes, I was still young But that didn’t matter because she was the one She said her baby days were over, and would I be content Never
plato's touch
Plato’s Touch So close,so distant Her mesmerizing eyes opaque windows Too frosted for love To find a way in Or out Windows looking into a tormented soul Rocked about in a raging storm My few moments with you have beenValhalla A short I
Real like me
ALL my poems are copyrited and published so you cannot steal them! Yes i did write this.
if you could..would you?
something i wrote
alone!
feeling poetic
Pain (Cryin' Out)
Life has been really hard recently, and me and my mom have been fighting and whenever I write poems or raps, it's cause alot of emotion has built up and it lets my heart just bleed it out through the words, these words that you're reading, I did not plan them, they just came as my heart flowed and the emotion ran out...this is how I'm feelin'
I Don't Know If I have A Friend
I traveled all the way to town just to find alone It was a sad experience but I should have known Lonely is everywhere I go it's everywhere I've been Tell me something I don't know I don't know if I have a friend You can be sad when you are you
Settiembre
Life is just a race, enjoy it
Curses
Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles. Those curses come from rubies forged in fire. Curse again, your words caress my heart Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower.
NightOwl Mind Racing
I wrote this to illustrate what goes through the mind of a person living in the western world where materialism, money, and individual pursuits can lead to the loss of one's true self.
TIL DEATH DO US PART
I struggle within myself at times
lovers torment
so you cheat me out of my dreams i loved you you was my destiny together forever that's what we should be happy again but the night brings pain you was talking to him again im sad as i ever been you was more then a friend im dying as i suffer through
happy humble honest graceful gentle you
be what you know is right for you theres no reason to hate
S.O.C.
Un-requited love.... gotta love the shear gut wrenching pain of it all... :)
no glory just words
emotions the motion to create mt lonely poem and express what i believe is important and needed to have happiness.Did not edit should have been better in hurry apologies all you hard critics.
Before There Was Stress
Before there was stress there was being young Before there was stress there was being alive Before there was stress I was me Now I'm just someone trying to survive Before there was stress there was a view Before there was stress the colors adj
Can You See?
do you see me? like me for who i am? no you dont, you dont know me, you think you do but you ruined your chance, now i look back with a last glance to see if you are still there, but your not, your gone forever, you dont care you never did. im a nobo
Ma' Set Me Free
Frustrated man from is life is begging for death with his mom.
my pain is my fortress
my pain is my fortress in sorrow on a raindrop of sadness and hate you hurt me forever that will be my fate every second every day and yes you will piss on my heart as i fall to the ground as i fall down my pain is my fortress in sorrow and missery a
LONGINGS
Late at night I sit by myself, thinking of lost loves, remembering the feelings that caused the blood to rush, the spirits to soar and the world to seem a more colourful and joyous place. But now, sitting on the outside as a watcher rather
i was lost
I was lost with out you in my life how could this be thinking to my self how could this happen to me i was lost in a world full of hurt and pain why has this has to happen to me again i thought it would be you that will guide me out
Busy
There was a time when she could not get her fill Those phone calls were ever such a thrill Now even though he still paid the bill Talking to him was like taking a pill To make those calls she had not the will Once he was her turtle dove She p
Our Next Family Reunion
Remember the times together......Remember 1st Thessalonians 4:13-18 and may lifes best moments shared give you peace.......and may these few words of hope be a prayer of goodwill to every grieving soul.......empathy and sympathy from one soul to another....Amen
Once A Week
I can't travel to a far away land But I can do online shopping once a week I'll never get a chance to sing with a country band Nashville will never call me to come and live on easy street I can't go out on a date with a rich woman if you know w
home...
Home
Lingering Thoughts
I have just written this poem now. Not quite sure how I'm feeling. But I think the poem explains it.
What went wrong with us?
I wrote this for my husband when we split up.
reality
:)
rain rain
Rain, rain, go away, Because of you the pain will stay. Slit my throat, cut out my heart, Leave me here, tear it apart. Poison tears stream down my face, My heart beats at a steady pace As I try to stand again; Alone and standing in the rain
Words of a Shadow
I sit and stare at a blank wall thinking of all that I wanted us to be and more, but I can't help but feel like I have failed to do something more to prevent this downfall. Instead I cry with a sad realization that I never had a chance to begin wit
Bleeding
I wrote this poem after my marriage fell apart. I think it's pretty self-explainatory in meaning.
remembering 911
Tears fall today that fell 9 years ago grief and sadness in the extreme like bitter water flow Words can say so little the loss so very high events of 911 haunting pictures never forgotten A small tribute upon this day to all who fel
Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
Lady,weeping at the crossroads Would you meet your love In the twilight with his greyhounds And the hawk on his glove? Bribe the birds then on the branches Bribe them to be dumb Stare the hot sun out of heaven That the night may come Star
A World That's Gone Away
I'm alone All alone In a world that's gone away The scenes have changed The names have changed What was two is a four lane No more hello's no more goodbye's And there's nothing left for me to say Strangers criss cross before my eyes In
Stolen Dreams
As They Call it on the TV show, Dexter: This is that feeling when you lay down, that is known as your dark passenger...