He was rekindling himself with the feeling of youth he thought he had lost – the freedom, the relentless and purifying music.
This is my finest minute in writing so far I believe. But then, I haven’t exactly had many hours to fill with them yet.
I am woven. / I am sewn. / I am kept / together, / incomplete. Deep-
A continuation of my previous poem ‘Spindle’
The single most biggest mistake one soul can make is to love another one unconditionally and with all honesty, it’s worse than getting hi…
something i wrote after a heated discussion with one of my colleagues, the topic was love and relationship….these are my views on the subject…..
i’ve lost it all in my war with fate / desire to be loved, to be lighthearted / now am nothing more than a departed / a broken heart, a soul…
once in our life, we all felt like lost souls, departing this materialistic world, filled with practical people!!!
pink petaline lips / red blush of the jowls / your deep blue eyes / and the cute little mole / hair,skin,even your feet / what can i say / your…
wrote it like 3 years ago!!!
Past memories now just itch, / And we only talk in code.
Ah, this one felt confused. But it essentially is about confusion, etc. You read the poem; you get the idea.
Treat / Everyone / Respectfully, / Realise / Our / Rapture / Is / Something / To / Share
I Initially wrote this acrostic as a comment
My Love / Reared its ugly head.
This just popped out. Eh, maybe it’ll make its way into place somewhere in the future.
Only 18 / I, middle ageing / Befriended the defriended / Lusting sensual independence
To really understand someone, write a poem about them?
The emotions are one / They come from within / Past our skin we’re one
My annoyance with peoples attachment to the fact that they think everything can be defined in words. Words have so much subjective emotional significance to each individual person, how can we accurately describe, support, define, understand anything with just a few words- or any language really, whether is be a painting or body language too? Shall we all close out mouths, close our eyes and just listen to the Earth, the people walking by, the Sun keeping us warm and dry and taste the air at the back of our throat? Oh wait, that’s meditation.
Oh the poet / Who walks hand in hand / With bliss, eternity and purity
A night of passion
as upwards im looking / while downwards i fall / we take what we give / and we kill what what we soe.
sometimes theres only so much you can do.
I fight the notions / Invoking a sense / Of dismay / To this surreality
I can’t really describe this. It is just a mix of depression analysis and hidden fears.
Falling / Falling / Into / Your arms / I’m falling
Ugh, and I wake up with this feeling. And all morning I feel this way. My heat, my lungs, my mind- everything. It’s like being so wired on 10 coffees but it’s not something I want to stop, or regret.
Now look at me. Look at me. Why won’t you look at me? Just a glimpse will do. A mear glance at me and i will be alive. Look at me i say! ...
this is just a short well…thing i just quickly got down. its bad i know but i had to.
All love was gone, the darkness reigned, the vultures swam above. / In silence I wondered “Is it gone?” “Do I hate the one I loved?”
I tried to open my mind so wide it could let anything in
Reconciliation
I bled through the Moon / Of the night / ‘Nd to the Sun
Eating it.
For everything / I have ev’r known / In my heart
For L*a (the beautiful) This is just how I wrote it on a paper. Half asleep. Coming to understand truths, I already knew. Sadness, but relief, plus it wasn’t even about the situation, it was about having mental block. I also realise that the last line ‘bare’ should be ‘bear’ but that’s how I wrote it when half asleep but hey, I like it so whatever.
No, I’m creating it man. It’s being created within! It’s all in here!
I’m not really sure why this came out of me. I pictured some weird scenarios of my own mentality personified in mental visions of my friends’ personalities. There are three things one cannot find in life- a way not to die, a way not to pay taxes and a way to find sanity. Cheers nagger.
You are the most destructive thing this world has ever seen.
I wrote it at 4:28 in the morning while the rain was pouring down. I liked it. I hope you will too.
You get angry and you hit the wall
Sylvia was wearing a pair of corduroy pants and a big purple T-shirt. It was covered by a black and green striped apron.
not finished…..i started writing last year….i hope to make this a good novel!!! and ya…they end up moving and she falls in love with this other girl vampire…and ya….idk….its gonna be cool once i write it!! ......the stars are symbols saying that everything in between them is suppose to be in italics.
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