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She walks by night By daylight and Twilight Step silent across gravel roads cobble streets The girl in the flannel skirt She doesn't eat or drink or sleep She simply breathes
Just a Man You may be just a man, but when you're before me Your skin is marbled, your eyes are broken and jeweled
Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and My skull is cracked and leaking Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom Laced, tethered stems joining at the base Soft gentle petals hugging
When i feel lost, I feel sad, or happy, or thoughtful, I simply walk on the beach. The seasalt air circles me, Hovering and holding promises of adventures.
Rest easy young one Rest easy soldier They try to appease with money oil and greed But in order to succeed You don’t need faith effort or belief
87 once again 20th century Across the diner with blue eyes Blue as the ocean I love ever so much A painting from my mother's portrait
Silence. For years, only silence. And fear… no song. Never testing the limits, Never pushing the envelope, Never hearing the song.
Your lips were rose petals, dipped in natural moisture and your skin was kissed by the sun, leaving me constantly warm.
Ignored red watercolor paint spilled on a glass table, Coffee mug creating crescent and full moon sections of rubbed away, Left on piano jazz playing through phone speakers,
I want to dream of French cafes and smoke rings
A woman's mouth approaches the screen so zoomed in Red lines of blood chapped lips let out a dry whisper "everything looks so bright" A cool breeze dances on your neck's back
I waited for you to fall into my arms. Instead, I just felt you slipping away. -expectations
Poetries are just life lessons aesthetically put together for the young souls.
Dear self, I cannot look at him. I cannot think of him. I hate how he makes me feel, but I also love it.
Dear Kelly, I love being in love with you, for you are like a still ocean with gently lapping waves and the strong scent of salt and kelp hanging under cloudy grey skies.
The letters that he wrote me are from a ripped out pages of his notebook. The edges are not jagged , they are soft like flower petals. Maybe you only call my eyes Beautiful
You are early morning sunrises, And bright stars in the dark night sky. Forgotten tea that’s turned cool, Blanket forts, personal diaries,
Maybe one night when we are together it will be 3 a.m. and the walls will ricochet laughter and we will not be able to stop until our stomachs hurt and our vision blurs. Because in this past year
she would kill for a moment behind your eyes but would that make her a sinner? how beautiful your blossoming mind must be if even your foggy words stir with her the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,
she wasn't ever a very good liar and when she did lie it was impulsive and she felt unclean but she doesn't know doesn't understand if it's his karma or some unpsoken unofficial
this is not romance, she thinks she sees the world in its barest form learning all of its secrets and nuances and believing that in essence everything truly was black and white
My mind is a portal to worlds of possibilities of success. There I sit in my imaginary kingdom of ease and finesse While I caress my thoughts of future glory and a new kind of persona- A man that will generate much fame and renown.
please beware the end is near when it gets here i expect you to care if you do then head my advice if you dont youve been warned for when we reach the end the rope
Being healthy is very important to me, On nights, and weekends when others party, I am one with the iron I am lifting. When others make the decision to eat unhealthy,
The walls just keep crumbling... Into the sea in which I keep fumbling As I looked upon the water something I wasn't able to see A reflection of my world and the reflection of me
The aesthetic beauty of the mind to behold. Not one can abate my hunger, my disease, I've come upon these thoughts to ponder, The substantial blank you bring appease. To whom to which the eyes behold,