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Poetry lives in my very soul poetry fills my spirit to the brim i let the expression of myself flow i am a mortal but i hope my words they flow forever i look for the good in life
There you were standing, stalled Your eyes, a deer in headlights, lights They held a killer cold hue The best was given Yet, it wasn’t good enough for you
From a desk Looking out See the array of stars Mysterious, cryptic Like the souls of all you know In the Nexus of dreams Ideas to explore Vast and intricate Some simple yet potent
I am free I am open I am a flowing river with words streaming from my fingertips pooling on paper. Expression. I am alive in a world where many are dead or maybe not really dead
Many of Our Major Experiences Normally Take Seconds Written by: Eric Fraley
Dear Papa, at night i would open my window to touch the warm breeze that sang me to sleep every night the moon the last image to grace my eyes before slumber i grew up with mama telling me to be wary of the moon to never look through the glass at
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
I would settle normally informally to rebuttal back at the attacks I’ve had a lot the bullies in my past I dissed em.
I am not a cuphalf emptyI am fully complete.My cup has beenpoured into and filled.I am overflowinglike a spring.Now I have enough to spread.I will pour myselfinto others.
At one point in my life, I lacked things to do, So I pulled out an old journal, And that I went through, I read the poetry I used to write and figured, that if back then I could write,
Rain, Rain Some say you're pain. You can destroy a community to which there is no immunity.
Like strong coffee, you'd want to off me If you really knew the true me. You say it's a new me. I think you never knew me. Tell me Can you handle me with #NoFilter?
This sadness. I feel my chest being crushed ever so slowly. Pushing harder and slower. Farther and lower. My heart throbs like a beating drum before battle.
Type. Just type. My fingers dangle above the keyboard, Splashing each word, verb, sentence- That comes to mind. The words are like snow to me: Soft, Delicate, And pure.
This ashtray is all astray
In this small heart In the final wish The first is a mistake Separate by an additional space In this case To replace The taste Of sympathetic reader And supportive critic
Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
-The smell of wet leaves, and seeing bald trees -Shows something to me, the the flow of things coming and going -Knowing this scene was meant to be -"Falling Into Autum" isn't an easy thing
Listening, the noises surround
From the beginning I fell.
It fills the air, Without a care. It sings a song, All day long. It dances around, It pulses the ground. It envelops ears, It's everything we hear. It breathes, It weaves.
Creative juices flow... Like a gentle stream that comes to an island and must choose if the waters flow: left or right
What to write? In a second A resurgent flow Ideas abstract Yet overwhelming The force of the Tiber Powers the pen Sinks the mind Drowns the doubt A river of thought.
My feet are set I am down and ready My brow breaks into a sweat But I keep my focus steady Bang! My heart leapt with the shot My adrenaline began to flow My blood ran hot As I let my body go
We fear rejection, we want attention, We crave affection and dream of perfectionWe wanna screw life; penetrationBut shes screws us over; procrastination In the end we end up jerking ourselves; masturbation
I want to arise like a phoenix from the ashes Live for the moment and everything else can reside where the past is You’ve been there, done that, it’s all said and done Like Joey said:
It's more than obvious; we live in a cold world Where society's aim is impregnate every boy and girl We fall for lies, sewn to the pattern of the embezzlement ties