Does Time Ever Wish
Does time ever wish
That it could slow down
Even for a moment
Too?
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I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?
It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)
I used to be a poet once
But now I've lost my spark
The words that once came freely
Are lost now in the dark.
I try not to get discouraged
At this subtle, painful change
But I've become a different person now
Though I yearn to be the same.
We walked in the garden
Of love in my heart
Where everything should be
Wilting
But the damn flowers
Refuse to die
Being with you
I felt human agin
But in that moment
There was foreign blood
Pumping in my veins
So I scream out
Feeling raw inside
“I deserve to be loved!”
And listen for the echo
To return from the empty
So it can remind me
That I am
Alone
Thoughts on Beauty #6
Most think that beauty is easy to see, but that is only because they dont try and see it where is is hardest to view. It is easy to see beauty in a rainbow, in a model, or in art. The true test is trying to see beauty in other, less obvious things- a rainstorm, a funeral, a homeless man on the street. Beauty is everywhere, but it takes a strong person to see it, and that is what our world is lacking.
Thoughts of Love #3
I wanted you before I knew what love was, but then I understood that it is a constant battle. I push away when you pull me in, I say I love you when you can't stand to look at me. Love is a war- a brutal fight. Because love isn't easy. We work, we fight, but when it comes down to it we both would take a bullet for the other. Even if we pulled the trigger.
I tried to catch the cosmos
In a little jar
But found it far too quick
For me
To reach any of the stars
I lost my phone
I lost my keys
I ponder if it would be easier
To hide where nobody
Could find me
Too?
these words are my burden
my suffering
my tears
these words are my heartbreak
and the pain of all my years
these poems are my hardships
my brokeness
my pain
these poems are what I write
to make it go away
An icy, hollow bed
Where i lay down to sleep
A coffin as the bedframe
And earth as my sheets
My brother says goodnight to me
My father tucks me in
My mother sings a lullaby
About things that could have been
The world has never looked so gray
Or that is how is seems
As mother whispers in my ear
"Goodnight," she cries, "sweet dreams."
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