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Been away for months a time, But I'm back, please don't fret. I need to see your brilliant rhymes, The ones I have not read through yet.
It pitters, it patters, When I fall asleep. I do love it when the sky, Decides to night time weep. It drips, it drops, Such a soothing sound. The perfect sleep-music, I have just found.
Standing on the very verge of what was once a perfect world, With nothing but a shard of glass, an era, come to pass without a word.
Slipping on the slush, With my hand in yours, I just need a push, Before the snow pours, Frozen solid ground, Crashing on the ice, Going round and round, Dancing like a dice, Buried in your...
My words portray every thought that i have. Show them in color or in black and white. And show the experiences ive had. Spoken words are hard but easy to write. Not only poems but songs and books too.
I have a great idea. So I begin to write. Get the first stanza. Then have a fight. I know the words. Hiding deep in my mind. But they don't come. I look to find. Writers block. Loud and proud.
The sight of you makes me smile, And I don't even know why. I say it's because your face brings back memories, That's just a gigantic lie. It is so much more than that.
If you're different, If you're unique, You're not strange, You're not a freak. If you're unusual, If you're one of a kind, You're not a creep, You've not got a crazy mind.
#halloweenparty. #acorns. Down among the dead. A place I sometimes go. Even though I'm only visiting. And there's no-one here I know. I come here for the solitude. And peace I gain herein.
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Your gonna make my heart, Jump up to my throat. Your gonna make me start, To stand up and float. Your gonna make my heart, Burst out of my chest.
What to write. What to write. What shall I write today. What to write. What to write. I have so much to say. What to write. What to write. Let's make words come to life. What to write. What to write.
Destroy. Create. Hate. Love. Cry. Laugh Die. Live. Decisions are so much easier when they are black and white.
Who am I to pin you down, Down, set fast on the ground, Pinned to a tree, or on my knee, Lost with the fairies and the bees, Who am I, to trust your soul, Dig deep inside me, fill an empty...
I lost you twenty years ago Yet I still shed a tear. It's been awhile but oh I miss you lots, I fear. Although I cry And sigh and moan Although you died I never feel alone.
PG warning- contains the phrase 'local spunk bucket' Hairy Mary why are you so contrary What happened to the days of fun so lairy Now you look so unhappy and rough Seems to me you've just had...
Trapped in glass,. Locked in a frame,. Stolen pictures,. All the same,. A photograph,. Was all it took,. A simple glance,. A harmless look,. You stole my heart,. And took my hand,. Into a life,.
Pay no mind, dear child. Rest easy under the boughs Of all those elevated and eloquent thoughts That those gone before have summoned.
Awaiting.
The pale skin is tightened, Pulled across the shattered bones, Wrapped around the once pure veins in vain, Of shielding from the stones.
This is the 2nd verse of the group poem that was started by @patdolan if anyone wants to take part let us know in the comments.
All I want's a little less. To get this feeling off my chest. Sometimes it's like I can't breathe. My inner daemons writhe and seethe. My inner angel's disappeared. This loneliness that I have feared.
Inky stars blot the page, Casting a worldly feel. The words that are scrawled upon its paleness, Turn the fiction into something real. With every passing second, more moments are added.
Upon the moor, I glance encore, To see if you were near.. Alas a shadow, nothing more, My heart now leaks a tear.. A fumbled word, a muffled sound, Cracks through my sobbing lips..