He scattered his heart upon the floor.
Broke roses upon his canvas.
His life can be found in her voice.
The winter wind only makes love bitter....
In a scene where,
A thief’s greed is as little as nickels.
To see and grieve the lost thoughts
Too little ink to see, so much lead from the...
I’m stumbling over
Pieces of daybreak.
Thinking I’ll sway beautifully among
The flowers, before the concrete city...
Hopin to get this stickyed...
Ok here's the plan...
I will start the activity off...And We'll See how far we can take it....
I will post a...
So let my thoughts die unsaid,
As we float away in the lake’s memory,
To live only as a bother on the
Tip of one’s tongue. This is what’s done....
Climb The Ever Rising Moon Pt. 2 (My Gift: A Sky Full of Apologies)
How many times can a poem start
And end with "you and I"?
The thought of...
Even as the smoke begins to clear,
It is here we remain, stepping through
The sands of a shattered hourglass.
Distorted reflections among the...
Lies the man who's been lied to
Lying, diving deep into the abyss of an instant
"Not everything worn and dull is 'vintage'"
This was from the poet tree thing...but kaybi no showed....and i got no responses...so i decided to put it here..see what you think
oops...wrong forum...my bad
Quotive says, "He fuckin stole my style lol.. tell me if you like his part, my part,
and the poem as a whole, lovee uuuu !!"
Soul Says, "you...
The thought of her smile
Quickens the mind.
Yet her laugh cascades darkness:
The leprocy of heart.
Can I attempt to finish
What she abandoned...
Everyday and night that passes he dies
A death, or might I say a death twice
And twice over to lie in a broken sky.
Where the light of the moon...
Awoken by a child's cries i stand, wanting to scream
Myself but the shadows have caputred my tongue...
I stumble out of my deep sleep and slumber,...
Just as I thought I was in control.
By reason of doubt, see
Thy kingdom unfold,
As the seasons run out,
All thy truths be untold.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet these
After long years,
Bored on a Saturday bus
Burning in bitter cold to
Ease into the sunset,
But the clouds, they blur my
View. So I turn to gaze at
A moon that...
“A love without sighs,
Of laughterful eyes,
That reckoned each second
The pause of a kiss,
A kiss and… that is
If I were her lover to teach...
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