Honest Moi(:

@sara_lou

The Fear

Maybe one day I'll conquer this fear. And get my arse past first gear. My way to express. The feelings I suppress. Is to rhyme. Time after time. But locked away. Forever and a day. In my secret book.

@abasten

Muse

If I do not keep on writing. Then the ink will seep within. Causing an inner struggle. Solved only by the pen. The notebook is my body. And the folds create my heart. But without my muse.

@Bluegerbil

Inky pages,. Leather bound,. Filled with secrets,. Never found,. Messy writing,. Confused words,. Filled with poems,. Never heard,. Ink splatters,. Green and blue,. Filled with things,.

@AaronBlack

Poem Of Habit

Reacting on an emotion, And writing it on paper, Focusing on the moment, And ripping it apart, Studying thoughts in my head, For the words I once said, Finding the answer, In the deepest...

@littleone

Poetry Book

My book of words, That mean so much. Unravel my thoughts, That I so closely clutch. Of love, Of hate. My poetry book, Holds future and fate. A figure to think, A friend to confide.

@Stablish

Music

M usic, a huge part of my life. U niversal language for all. S ounds that help, calm or ignite. I t's magic never fails to pull. C omfort from pain, always something to gain.

@insidewantsout97

You Are

You're a burning candle,. A silver lining. A darkness brighter than the sun. You're a mindless desire,. An obscure need. A nightmare sweeter than the sweetest dream. You're a soft touch wrecking ball.

@Stablish

Harmony

H eavenly bliss replaces the woe. A sweet scent flows with grace. R oam about free to come and go. M omentous , a glorious place. O ut of sight are fears that plagued.