I Used To Be A Poet Once
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.
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Thoughts on Beauty #7
The stars hold infinity. Each one is unique and bright, each one is thousands of miles apart and yet still together in one sky- that is why they are beautiful. Is the same not true for humans? We are each different and still connected, and each one of us holds a light inside of ourselves that can change the world. Are we not beautiful in the same way that stars are? Do we not hold infinity in the same way that they do?
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
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)
Someday I'll stop waiting
For a love thats come and gone
I know that it wont get here
But I hope to God I'm wrong
she carries
her poetry
like her love
on the tip of her tongue
Thoughts on Love #18
You make me strong. Not because you are my other half, but in fact because you were not. You broke my heart- you broke me- so I had no choice but to grow stronger. I had to make sure that nobody would ever hurt me again the way you did. You were my weakness, and now without you I am the best version of myself.
So yes, you make me strong. But it is only through your weakness that I had ever achieved it.
How cute, he got me roses
As if plants could fix this mess
The paleness of the petals
Are completely meaningless.
But still, he bought me flowers
I guess that means he cares
But it takes a little more than that
To make this all seem fair.
Kisses between
Desperate mouths
Inhaling like a drag
From a cheap cigarette
Remembering a time
When all we desired
Were words
Instead of actions
You fell in love
With my black cherry lips
Without the knowledgeÂ
Of the pit within
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
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