A micropoem about playing tug-of-war with an emotional rope
Pride kills everything. A POEM ABOUT LETTING DOWN GUARDS
a poem about being without ill-will
A poem about finding love when not looking...
Damned if I do and damned if I don't but the love is strong. A poem about being lost in his garden.
a poem about the sins of lust or errrr... hmmm... just a poem about a broken heart or how bad longing feels like HELL
micropoem about desire
What are we saying goodbye to?
Home is where the heart is
If we can't see it, we can feel it. If we see it, it changes us. We don't change it but it changes us.
A poem reminding us that death comes for us all at any hour...
LOVE NEVER DIES!!!
1 of seven deadly sins. A poem about pride. A POEM ABOUT HELL
The butterfly cannot fly unless he breaks free from his cocoon
tried to write a happy poem, part 2 of Wonder
Your light shines so bright in the dark...
A micropoem about haunting memories
a poem about heartaches
Just some things I've learned in life
Pen, words, mouth, lips, it's all relative...
I'm not anything to anyone and I never will be
Ain't no time for slowing down, I'm gonna crash right into you. Your gravity is pulling on me and I'm rushing towards you no matter what I do... keep pulling on me, he's pulling on me
There it was, labeled to me - I, the addresseeTrying on lovers because revenge tasted sweetlyInserting the blade ever so neatly -Ensuring the heart was severed completely Burning through dreams like an oil field in the night Running out of fuel and the zest for a life Looking back but never having any foresight Dancing … Continue reading Karma
A POEM ☺
the sleeping vampire has awoken
the absence of words is silence
It could be a song, it really wants to be a song *hums* a micropoem or some verses LOL (it doesn't help that I strum a guitar). Oh, it's about mistakes & wrong timings and wrong people and wrong doings (or a song, maybe it's just a song to help with the healing)
with the showers come the thorns but also flowers...
No doors, no windows, no cracks, no openings
I hope it's okay to post a poem about roads, cuz no matter the path, you wind up at the same destination. I'd like to keep writing.
Hate because I was never good enough for you 😦
My dreams ended with you
"my indecision is final". Sitting in a room with no door or windows with written equations everywhere and zero right answers. The odds are, he's the answer to all my problems.
That's the problem with mold, it covers everything in blackness