I Write PoetryDrops pitter, patter, splash and spatter, upon my windowpane, Tiny water motes each playing notes, in this endless melody of rain, lost and alone, far from home, trees sway and thunders growl, an empty spark, the stars go dark, winds sing, and beasts...See More »
I Write PoetryYour pages like wings, hang from your spine, you are in my heart, and on my mind, I've seen your scars, they're just like mine, lost and alone, wandering blind, traversing the shadows, searching for a sign, talking to the moon, beauty so divine,...See More »
I Write PoetryI reminisce on remembering memories, that my heart can no longer recognize, an ill-fitting smile and happiness, long lost overdue to be eulogized, yet still I hold out hope to recall, the past firelight now just dying ember, so I sit and tear myself...See More »
I Live A Lifeless LifeA piece of blank paper blows down the sidewalk, rustling among the forlorn leaves and past the melancholy puddles, it exists vacuous, hollow, lost drifting in the wind, a slave to the breeze of contrary fate. I can sympathize to such an insipid...See More »
I Am Lifeless In So Many WaysMemories of days gone slink between sidestreets, and hide somewhere in the dust of backroads, Countless echos of my past blowing in the wind like the pages of my life scattered after being torn from their spine. Try as I might I just can't seem to...See More »
I Want People to Share Their PoetryWe eke out an existence as we survive hand to heart on whatever scraps of care the wold gives us, passing distractions, temporary friends, episodic joys, and fleeting occasions. As ravenous spirits we wearily wander along the shores of time, as the...See More »
I Want People to Share Their PoetryWe live hand to heart on meager scraps of care, starving for something that's real.
I Want People to Share Their PoetryPoetry without pain is like a rose without thorns, still pretty, but sometimes the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.
I Want People to Share Their PoetryShallow spirits and empty minds, Echo a heartbreaks lullaby, Wakeless days filled with dreaming, As nights spent learning to fly, Happy thoughts haunted by darkness Shadows lost in a nightmare memory, A ship of pirates coming to take, The last of the...See More »
I Want People to Share Their PoetryThe threads of fate a tangled mess, From our good intentions sewn, With capricious hearts inside our chest, Each scar is carved in stone, Secret pains we do not mention, In the hells that we do reap, Lay answers to the question, For whom does the...See More »
I Want People to Share Their PoetryThere are things in life that change us, sometimes for better sometimes for worse, people leave their marks on our soul, sometimes a gift sometimes a curse, there is a magic to it all, sometimes light and sometimes dark, there's a mystery to it all,...See More »
I Want People to Share Their PoetryShe found herself lost, In a place far from her domain, Where her dreams don't fly but fall, And she wonders who's to blame, She cries and curses the sky, Yet her tears are all in vain, Her heart so torn and tattered, Holding not poetry but pain,...See More »
I Think a LotWhat if I could really express myself? If I could say all the unspoken words, share the thoughts weighing me down, pour out this ocean of feelings inside me. Would I be empty? Would the wind just carry me away?
I Write PoetryFalling in love is amazing, it's the hitting the ground part that hurts; if possible keep going, wait till either someone catches you, or your wings carry you off, whatever you do, keep falling.
I Just Don't Knowi feel stuck in my own mind, in my life, i seek a way to free me from myself, a way to escape me.
I Write PoetryIf love is blind, Then the greatest love poems of all time, are written in the braille of scars.
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I Write PoetryIt starts with just a thread, Sewing together broken parts, Hiding in the dark spaces, Of each one of our hearts, From there it becomes a string, Holding together the ties that bond, Where we long for something more, Of a life that lay beyond, Next...See More »
I Am Existing, Not LivingDoes the term "those who can't do, teach" apply for living life, hope for your future, being positive, self love, etc? Really hoping so
I Write PoetryHead in the clouds Hope in a grave, The lies that I took, The love that I gave, The darkness creeps in, As the ember tires, Haunted by pasts, Of the once raging fires, Eyes bright with passion, Now just ash and tears, Swallowing the sadness, Choking...See More »
I Write Poetryis poetic hairball a sufficient way to explain/express a write that is just a compilation of all the things that's been caught in the "throat" of the heart/soul/mind that you "cough up" every so often?