April 2013
4 posts
Sometimes Words Are Broken Too
takingstockofwhatmattersmost:
sometimes words are broken too sometimes they can’t mend sometimes they fall apart and stumble and make no sense of the senseless sometimes words search in a black blacker than they and sometimes words need help to find their way today is one of those days …let us pray
The Deep Pools
the-ravens-song:
We come from the deep pools, the dark places, where the flows that rule us can’t be seen. Had you asked, I would have told you not to spend hours gazing into those waters for fear that the sun would finally illuminate the depths and show you that which you feared. But you, whose blood has turned to seeking wisdom, sought to divine the life in your current, and...
A burst of Artistic Disaster: she dips her toes... →
artisticveins:
she dips her toes softly into the little pond of his sorrows, her pores absorbing the drops of his his depression like a man lost in the desert, her back slouches, tiredness creeping up her muscles, the redness of her cheeks turning pale with dark circles crawling to hide under her eyes, the…
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Bring me Flower
I haven’t got a clue if you’re the one But I like you And ooh I like how you make me feel I wanna do this right Don’t wanna waste this night But I’m drowning Drowning in your love Bring me flowers And talk for hours And ooh I like you And ooh I like how you make me feel Kiss my face Your warm embrace And ooh I like you And ooh I like how you make me feel I’m a little...
March 2013
1 post
ponderingcomplications:
I have forgotten when it was the muscles near my spine tore - Perhaps when my shoulder blades cracked beneath the world. Perhaps when my lips whispered prayers to my broken knees. Perhaps when the sea grew hungry and devoured the last light of the sun. Perhaps when the moon fell from its precarious orbit. Or maybe when you turned away and left me in the wake of your...
February 2013
3 posts
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Far Away.....
So far away, so far away Been far away for far too long So far away, so far away Been far away for far too long But you know, you know, you know I wanted, I wanted you to stay ‘Cause I needed, I need to hear you say That I love you, I have loved you all along And I forgive you, for being away for far too long So keep breathing, ‘cause I’m not leaving Hold on to me and never let...
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To Forgive and let love...
My mind racing in confusion, so scares to speak a word, my mouth starts to move, but a word was unheard, my heart racing so fast, love comes to mind, tears in my heart, that couldn’t begin to speak the pain, but every time I see you, I remember that sweet kiss you put upon my face, a love that never begins to fade away, cause my heart calls out your name, repeating the pain I caused...
Tired Foxes: I am not silk hairsmall waistor held... →
tiredfoxes:
I am not silk hair small waist or held together. I am not love tucked inside of skin tucked inside of cotton tucked inside of the arms of a lover kept warm until I melt. I am a bookbag hooked over the shoulder of my gentle readers. I am their genuine leather-bound cracked knuckles …
December 2012
5 posts
Wandering Chaotic Irrelevancies: Having had just a... →
poeticallyundead:
Having had just a taste I feel the scratching itch for more to fall within it be buried beneath it to melt around it to quiver to tremble to scream and quake I thirst and yearn burn for more craving and raving mad my body tenses against the call fingers twitching for solitude the…
Stoned
amusealex:
I like the way you see
Me
When I am sleeping
You watch
Me
Know the paint splattered
Me
Want to unwrap
Me
Until I am gone
November 2012
13 posts
It's like - empty.
sevenreasons:
sevenreasons:
barren thoughtless grounds, no words to make a sound .. no path to walk around .. lost life, and can’t be found .. no trees to mark the place no glass to reflect a face no soul to make a trade just numb, i feel no pain. i trudge through heavy times, on a search for a life that’s mine, drenched from time to time, but prepared to make the climb. but i’m still so...
“A Life may last for just a moment…
but memory can make that moment last...”
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Longing for the end.
Lines created
Over pale skin
Never the same picture
Georgous lines
Ink sills on
New canvas
Gone is yesterday
Forver in a dream
OH.. the
Right song plays
Time and again
Helpless now
Echos take form
Each Night
New dreams
Discovered………
Because I’m longing for the end!
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Beautiful you
can see scars so clearly,
and that you see mine I’m certain.
I’ve always liked a man in armor,
with scars and marks to ease my,
somewhat, troubled mind.
Perfectly imperfect; those are the words to describe you best.
So beautiful, perfectly handsome,
with human emotions, dreams and fears.
A man who not easily shows his tears.
Not too proud, not too bold,
not too...
5 tags
GONE
Girl in pink dress
Only speaks
Now in song
Everyone knows she is all ready
GONE.
“If a kiss was a rain drop, I’d send you showers. If a
hug was second,...”
Tell Me Again
*Are we friends* *or are we not?* *You told me once* *But I forgot* *Tell me now* *and tell me true* *so can I say* *I’m here for you* *Of all the friends I’ve ever met* *Your the one I won’t forget* *And if I die before you do* *I’ll go to heaven* *And wait for you* *I’ll give the angels* * back their wings* *And risk the loss* *Of everything* *Just to prove* *My...
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This pain you don't know
When times get tough And you want to die You sit in your room Turn out the lights and cry. You can’t hold back, Although you want to You try not to care But the pain haunts you. The feeling of temptation Is nothing you can write The only thing you can do Is bare it and fight. This feeling feels endless It keeps getting stronger The thought of it not leaving Just makes it stay...
A Monsoon of Words: Play →
alfaazkibarsaat:
Sometimes, I think that if I put a needle to my skin, it will spin into a record- something that makes you put your fingers to your lips and quieten down the room just to give it a good listen. Something soul maybe, not blue; there’s too much of that going around already. Sometimes I think I can…
The scars on my soul are words.: I never told... →
tarnishedsoul:
I never told you
but once, when
over-whelmed by
the love of you,
I took a rusty nail,
and scratched our
love into the thick
bark of an old tree.
I cut my cold fingers
and the sad crimson
outline of the lonely
etched words carved,
made our “forever”
a silent blood oath.
“Forever”…
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Love Me Little , Love me Long..... Just Love me
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste:
Still, I would not have thee cold,
Not too backward, nor too bold;
Love that lasteth till ’tis old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long,
Is the burden of my song.
If thou lovest me too much
It will not prove as true as touch;
Love me little, more...
tiredfoxes:
every word you speak deserves its own line
or maybe its own page because they’re all so heavy, like a prayer made of stone
October 2012
4 posts
“Your kiss is the poison in which I want to live my last breath. -”
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Once
And when he’s gone remember; you once loved him, you once needed him, you once cared about him more than anything in the world You cannot deny that he was ever there. You cannot deny what you had. you cannot deny that it ended over absolutely nothing. You can’t deny that. Regardless, you still think about it. No other boy could love you like the way that he did.
6 tags
How do I re invent me?
How do I re invent me..
I have this weight that I carry and it is my last piece of you…
How do I let go and realize its okay…
How do I look at the mirror and see me, not the person whom you made…
How do I find me amung the ruble of the broken heart that stands here now…..
You Will Be Okay
tiredfoxes:
you will be okay you’ll build a rocket from matchsticks, navigate it toward a big bright moon, let your tongue swim in deep rock craters filled with blueberries and milk, with honey-dust dirt and then coax your throat happily with an inhale of atmosphere you will be okay I will pick wild gardenias and foxgloves from the surface of your skin until you’re bleeding, fold their petals...
September 2012
12 posts
4 tags
When words escape me
When the words escape me Heaven and hell dance Echoes play Night songs
The music crescendos Helpless Emotions take place
Wrongs become right Our love story Replays in the Distant Skies
Every Breath I take Seems to belong to you Carry me once more to where Angels call me by name Each dream plays
Memories become Enigmas of days gone by
When words escape me
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when love isn't enough
You : I just need one more hit .. one more last "high"
My breaking heart: You make love to her like she is your soul mate.. Like your life depends on her for substance...
You hold her close to your heart Never forsaking her
She fills you up with smoke and mirrored dreams and you love it
She makes you a different man...
A cold man
A emotionless man
You caress her with your lips
And take her in
you hold her poison
you live for her...
Dam wish I was your lover...
You: I do love you... but I love it more
Me
; silent tears fall again as I relize loving you isn't ever going to be enough
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scream
Screaming your name
Comes so easily now
Really it does
Each night I do it again
Always the same way
My voice echoes, but falls silent to your ears.
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All I ask of you
No more talk of darkness Forget these wide-eyed fears I’m here Nothing can harm you My words will warm and calm you Let me be your freedom Let daylight dry your tears I’m here With you, beside you To guard you and to guide you
Say you love me every weakening moment Turn my head with talk to summertime Say you need me with you now and always Promise me that all you say is...
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Can you Love me.....
Can you love me ?
Answer me this
Not in a day but now
You are all I need
Open your heart to me
Under the moon we can kiss
Love me
over and over again
Velvet kisses if what I miss
Each day from your lips
Make me this promise
Each day…. to love me
5 tags
talking to myself
I spit words that cut like knifes
They slice at your pale skin
And cause red pools of sorrow to form
I laugh at the tears that fill your eyes
and dare you to let them spill.
I look at you with eyes that will never heal
the pain that lingers
in the corners of your heart
I glare at you with melancholy
And watch you turn away
My touch is soft
but burns like a wild fire on your skin
I...
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“Believe in your dreams.
Believe in today.
Believe that you are loved.
...”
5 tags
Shedding Petals: Don't ever leave me →
sheddingpetals:
I found the shades of night Lining his brow as an ocean Crawled with the sunlight of A sunset that bled from his poems, Shattered into millions of particles that The deep summer rains could not stifle, Such heat in shards of glass ruby kisses, There is honey upon his skin, Dropping, lost…
August 2012
29 posts
8 tags
I pulled the trigger
Questions asked in order To save my life or will he take it again The answer no to avoid death is just an other game The answer yes would make it, Make it go away the red stained skin could glisten under the moon and form pretty pictures to lead you to the bullet…. Do you believe in God? was written on the bullet… I say yes to pull the trigger! Do you believe in God? Written...
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She is
mysearchforwisdom:
She is something like the someone you know and the something you don’t show like the dream you hide and the lie you love to deny she is like the sea, the pull of gravity and the splashing foam broken by the tide she is the story the energy of light she is the day, as it fades to night she is like everything she is life….
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Will I ever
Will I ever get to “know” you? We’ve planned, and schemed and dared Life seems closing in I’m holding on to that meeting. To miss you would be tragic So very sad. I long for you I long to have our eyes meet … A recognition of two souls. In your arms I’ll be complete. At last, My Dear, I’m whole. We’ll have the night together I want to know it all, I...
Messages To The Moon: Love →
messagestothemooon:
Love isn’t a fleeting feeling. It isn’t one or two months you spend with violins playing behind your head, and flowers blooming from between your fingers. It isn’t a couple of poems, a few pieces of prose and some songs here and there. No, love isn’t fleeting. It’s scarring. It’s changing…
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Letter to Daddy
Little girl with green eyes cries in the dark she write letters in chalk on a wall made of glass wondering if you may walk pass if her words you will be able to see for thats all she has left of her memories….. Chalk dust clouds her finger tips and tears stain her face they will never be able to take the place of the daddy she misses the one she write for on a glass wall in her heart that...
