I Miss The Person I Was When I Wrote Poetry. I Looked At The World Like A Love Letter Addressed To Me
I miss the person I was when I wrote poetry. I looked at the world like a love letter addressed to me from something greater, and lately I need that kind of hope in my life.
I will write one poem a day for two weeks in hopes to build a habit and rediscover my spark!
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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
Fly, little Icarus
But don't you touch the sun
Your wings may melt and falter
But you are still my son.
I saw you walking as a babe
Your first few tottering steps
And now you soar so high above
But you cannot imagine its depths
So fly, my little Icarus
But fear the sun's hot rays
Your fragile feathers fall apart
And you fall back from whence you came
It's 2:31 AM, my dear
And i am still awake
Thinking of our reckless words
On another restless night
Seeing you in every place
In the shadows of my room;
Your face
Smiling at me
Chasing away sleep
Like a childish game,
Of wolves and sheep.
When my sanity is tied so tightly to the notion
That you will always be mine
I hope you understand why I'm broken
When the strings of fate that tangled us together
Begin unraveling
Like the denumount of a bittersweet film
That I've seen coming but just can't bear to watch.
I've turned the ending in my mind
Like a smooth stone in my hand
Feeling for any scratch and mar
To justify holding on
Instead of skipping it on the surface of the sea.
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5/14
Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.
Charles R. Swindoll
Thoughts on Beauty #4
It is always so beautiful to see a crowd. They are one, made of many. Each person walking to the same rhythm- a heartbeat.
Bum Bum
At first it is quiet. It is the first sign of life, or better yet, a rebirth.
Bum Bum
It has grown louder, echoing through the streets. They are united, they are one.
BUM BUM
It is deafening, the beautiful sound of rebellion and of unity. Many people standing for one purpose, a sign of change.
That is what can change lives, every person rising up for what they believe in, standing tall while they sing. They march to a beat, that heartbeat- now deafening- as a sign of beauty and of something new.
I’ve grown accustomed to the quiet
That lie beyond my door
So it was all the more
Disquieting
When I heard voices from the floor
Does the silence
Want to scream
So it knows that it
Still can?
Can you stay with me
For a little while
Until i fall
Asleep?
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