My poems have an odd rhythm. Like they are suppose to be spoken aloud but never made it that far.
Fly me above the clouds winged giant, I want to live. I want to feel the warmth, The warming that only the sun can give. Fly me high great winged giant, I want to live.
Tripping trees. Roaring infinite screams. Rain shouts at the window, As the clouds burst at their seams. There's a storm coming, So just stay calm.
With every regret there is a lesson. With every lesson there is hope. Hope to perfect the life we live. Hope to take less than what we give. Fear regret, But fear regret like you would fear love.
Audrey, you're perfect It's nothing new. Wish I was there Wish I loved like you. Timeless photographs hold your style, That cute short hair and that priceless smile.
What's bugging me. My best guess is a stressed mess called life, Perpetuating the belief it gets better. Formulating the relief with simple letters. Can't think, can't sleep, can't dream straight.
My grandpa passed one year ago tomorrow, Wish there was some joy to rid this forsaken sorrow. This breaching sadness that I haven't felt in a year, The noticeable pain shown by my tear.
Yellows so bright against the sky's blue. Flaming orange and a vibrant red hue. The leaves show their beauty before their dying breath, I can not recall such a perfect death..
Sometimes I play detective. Looking at other people's perspective. Do they see the world like me. Recording every detail in every degree.
We were young but not calm. It was chaos with six kids and my mom She raised us to be proud, Her morals were loud. Loud because they always stood out in my mind.
I'm sick of the status quo. I'm creating a new dimension, Without all the tension. With more room to grow. Your structure and fluidity Really get to me. Your instruction is just unneeded construction.
Words. Words escalate. Words escalate quickly. Powerful words inspire the strong. Inspire those who feel they don't belong. Controlling their views, Constructing their muse. Words. Words elevate.
A brightened challenge does excite few. Grasping hype in jars. Knowing life must neglect only people questioning repose. Suspiciously taken under vision where X-rays yield zeros.
This guy was frightening. Sharp teeth, burly figure, dark suit. My muscles were tightening. Eyes closed, fists clenched, words mute. The dream was like lightning. Loud noise,vivid story convolute.
What if life was one big video game. No need to ask why. Would it all be the same. If we knew, would we still even try. The boss level would be rough. Defeating sickness, cheating death.
Your words sound smart but you're too quick. You need to slow down you're gonna get sick. Your poems are lovely but you're gonna look bad. Your use of "your" and "you're" is making me sad.
There's this girl at the bar I see every week. Flirts with her eyes, with a certain mystique. Her smile draws crowds, Only men it seems. 'Look at me, look at me' her body language screams.
I lie to you. I tell you I will be there for you. But realistically I'm already gone before those words ever leave my mouth. I lie to you. I say I will care for you. But truth is I don't care at all.
They say poets write about love while they sleep. What do they know of love, what secrets do they keep. I write about love, not knowing the word. It is just an idea that seems quite absurd.
It's not like I don't try, I do, I really do. It's just that no one ever sees. No one person opens their mind. They keep their systems, And go as they please. I say try this for a change.
The man knew life. He also knew death.
How young am I to this grain of sand Forming so slowly in a foreign land Coming from earth much like me Withered away by the relentless sea.
Soaked. Shivering. Lonely On this cold torturous night Before It was lovely Full of life and light That light went dim That life, it drain I knew the storm was near By the smell of rain.
I browse through names I used to know Now our connection is cold as snow Not their fault Nor is it mine Just happens Just like time.