Thinking
What are you thinking? Sometimes is what I ask You are so unpredictable Makes me wonder how long This feeling for you will last You are a good one I am so glad we met Evan though I don't know you yet That I know will take some time And you a
Love isn.t blind
So it seems this is it, Our scene is finaly over, This phase has all but come to an end, we both have to admit, we wont get no diploma, When we talk of loving, We just pretend.. Now we're calling it quits, The feelings have all faded, good
"Take the risk"
There was a time when I was very happy,I wasn't always sad.I wrote this for the love of my life,it's a shame we can't really be together..
"Words of a penniless fool"
Where does the rarely seen valor and unbroken stride hide? The only adornment on your skin should be pride. Let those be the treads of the cloth. There's no price to be the flame and not the moth. With such uncertainty we desperately
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"For the profound State of Ignorance & Democracy of Arrogance" Let them hear your voice. Don't let silence be your choice. Speak your mind even if you waste time to explain. F**k it, when it all boils down you either lose or gain. Regard
"Time of Dying."
Time of Dying, I look up and see the moon smiling. Blood rushes from these wounds as the essence of life leaves me. A past is what if left behind but only seconds are all ahead of me. Is this death's cold breath I'm feeling? Or is it that my h
Rescue
Cigarettes, porcelain cups Your coffee always filled with ashes Like the sorrow in our childrens hearts If we don't rectify their trembling Your mind will never rest at ease Nor your future hold success If we don't learn from our mistakes Doom
star
on a summer night i saw a star above my sail, love can be the sunshine or a storm of hail, when then the clouds came and spread their veil, i knew i should just drink and stay in hell.
I'm thinking of you
someone stirred emotions on here hope she emails me ???
Feather of Ma'at
Fear not the mirror or drape it in rosy veils; truth shines, needs no feminine wiles or masculine approval for it to be so. Pass by pale prisons and if you stumble on the rubble of your heart; fall on knees of charity, to rise in inno
To Live
Live as it is the last day in your life. Let there be no regrets, on what you wished you did, Live each day to the maxs
Children of the Not Very Merry
Christmas comes on jingle-bell feet tinkling all over my morning paper; but middle-class wolves howl at my door, lurking and raping my mood. In a outraged of head-shake denial and of wondering; why do I have to think of that now? When, I'v
Aspirations
For decades I couldn't tell you what I wanted. I could make a list as long as Reppunzel hair, but I couldn't you what I wanted. After % decades of contemplating this puzzel I have come to a place of self-evaluation without being biased. This poem is about me and what I'm working on--self-emprovement is another way of saying evoled. Whatever term you want to use is your choice. This poem represents the choices I've made in my life and because of it I not only love myself but like how I've turned out. Don't get me wrong. I'm a far cry from being narsesistic. It's just an oservation coupled with life experience and the wisdom I've gathered up over 5 decades.
NEVER SAY I LOVE U
hmmm. what yah think folks
A Note from Santa
Just a note from Santa, I don't want to complain But you've blocked off all the chimneys, That really is a pain. There was no key under the mat Like anybody else. How do you expect a man To get into your house? I've got a stack of presen
Late for work
Got up late, I must get to work The boss will be waiting and going berserk Only 30 minutes to get there on time A 20 minute drive so i'm cutting it fine A quick cup of coffee, so tasty and pleasing I jump in the shower, the water is freezing No
where did I put my keys?
Something i do on a regular basis and i'm sure many of you can relate..............
To Live
Live as it is the last day in your life. Let there be no regrets, on what you wished you did, Live each day to the maxs
SUBURBAN ALIEN
The strangeness of aging Getting old Everything rearranged My thoughts, my soul, my energy My attitude's been sold Here I am Yet discontented Lost dreams Vague goals In an ocean of lies God is dead and I have become The ignorance surro
time
tick tock goes the clock time going by still here and single still here on my own with only the ticking of the clock reminding me that time is going by
The Beauty Of A Poet
Hi All. As I read all of your work and 'feel' I relate, it makes my realise that despite the wrongs all around us........theres always a 'right' in writers and poetry.... I hope your all well
love or hate
is it time to love or is it time to hate where is the love gone has it gone dead has it vanished in a instint or has it just gone into hideing only god knows how it all started seems hate is easier than love isnt it all time to unite rat
Dear Margie,
Maybe I will.
why did you leave me all alone
why did you leave me alone when I needed you most why did you leave me all alone to cry every night why did you leave me all alone to shed my own blood why did you let me believe i didn'y deserve better why did you let me believe i deserved it w
Making Love
Moments of loving woven into this beautiful collage. Your image shimmering before me like a mirage. The glimpse of your eyes searing into me. The whisper of your breath inhaling my plea. The feel of your mouth against my neck sends shivers down m
"The fool who waited"
Time is a strange thing isn't it, you can say it has its' own will. I watched it walked on by as I stood still. Called me the fool who waited. Though i did it patiently, it was agonizing and it was something i hated. After all those years it prov
What A Day
These are poems my daughter wrote when she was 10...
Who am I
We all want the same thing, In time we can have our dreams
Honestly
I wrote this contemplating being single and how all of the men in my small town seem to be the same.
S.O.C.
Un-requited love.... gotta love the shear gut wrenching pain of it all... :)
Cold Begins....
Hate the cold weather!!!! lol
Does It Matter how to call it? (Ballad)
This is a lyric for a music video, I will upload the link later
Tripe
TRIPE Unbelieving nostrils flare upon each taxed face smelling death's breath in an unfamiliar place. Survival's panic flashes in their innocent eyes as not guilty pleas echo in their unheeded cries! The end comes with steel piercing a trapp
To the Wind
this is to remind us that we are all just dust in the wind that is forever even when it does not blow. Some where there is a gust or two. It is also to let us think about the fact that though we harness the wind it will never stay reind in for the wind is free and never tamed. We men just use this might thing. Remember who and what we are and how some thing we cannot see can do some much good or destroy every thing that stands before it. Think about it
Ice Has Covered My Burning Flame
There is love beyond unfulfilled desires - elevating to a state of mind. For matured minds only to fathom. To love one is to set one free.
I Finally Found Her!!
How beautiful you are overwhelms me and your voice gives me chills. It is sweet music to my ears and hearing your laugh gives me a thrill. I have to be dreaming. This can not be real. Your the most amazing girl in the world and words cannot describ
Where...
Where are u love Why you hide By people who look After this sweet word love? Where are you love To catch you forever and And never let you go. Where are you love To spend thee days, And nights with you. Where are you love, To
she
was played from a distance till I got there and saw for myself hey was I stupid to even think twice about this person
View the World
This is how we all just start to look at the world in our own special way some of us day some of us night none of us knowing what is right. just Believeing on in many things. You know what I mean. if you do then cool.
Over
You tell me you love me, but I dont think you do. You say your gonna call, and I never hear from you. I sit at home and extract myself while your having fun. It just makes me wanna say.. Were over, Im done You dont talk to me, or tell me how you
It might not be love, but...
expressing the feeling that surrounds me
angel in light
the very first poem i wrote in the 9th grade.