"You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say." — F. Scott Fitzgerald
"You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say." — F. Scott Fitzgerald
I wish I could be a peice of poetry,
my vulnerabilities written on a page,
for people to read as my shames turn to beauty,
transfixed by the stanza in each framed stage.
Despair and longing turn to duties crushing ache,
my pains would become heartachingly real,
my mind described as the moon in the suns wake,
Where poetry makes horrible things have a ghastly appeal.
To be a poem is what I hunger ...
Alone in the dark I thought I heard you;
As if a distant memory came to life;
Alas a heart will lie and claim it to be true;
I wonder if you know the feeling of a knife.
I dreamt of a life where we were happy;
I awoke knowing it was fraudulent;
your eyes were too warm and sappy;
your words were soft and seemingly bent.
A heart can't forget a feeling so valuable,
Yet a mind shant deny the real...
If this is our last night, let us sing and be merry,
The world moves too fast, so let's try to dance slow,
I’ll look into your eyes with no future in mind,
I will hold on to tonight, as long as it lasts
For tomorrow is coming too soon.
If this is our last night, let the tragedy of love be divine,
For we love for too long but lose in no time,
I can memorize you tonight, and try to hold on to your...
Nature is the dance the earth has yearned to waltz
We see it through the wind and its whistling melody,
It's present in the welcome of the oceans-lapping waves,
I've seen it in the flight of birds as summer starts to fade.
Nature is the grief that every being seems to face,
We hear it in the wolves' aching howls to the moon,
It’s in the swaying of the barren trees, as fall consumed their leaves,
...
Sometime I feel like icarus too close to the sun,
Or like demeter in the seasons of barren cold,
I am a bird calling for a mate that will never come,
Or a boat lost at sea with no lighthouse to bring it home,
I am Someone who cried wolf one too many times,
A siren who never learned her song,
I've felt like the tide with no moon to guide it,
Or maybe Lady shallot burdened to a lonely tower,
I feel...
I crave to be in the wild,
Like a hare making it's way through the brush,
The golden sun setting below while you seek your covered shelter,
I find it morosis,
That even now I should be prey,
For in the wild, each day is a life risked,
Though a small hare may be taken as a simple meal,
I would much rather die by the paws of a lion,
Than by my own species,
Yet we die, each day,
By our own kind,
So ...
A girl sits beneath a willow tree,
from this distance it was hard to see,
but a chick had fallen next to her,
it must’ve fell from its nest when it tried to fly,
it had likely grown in the safety of a home,
was told to trust it, but was forced to leave too soon,
now look at it:
broken, alone, and stolen.
The life of this bird could have been one of wonder,
‘She would have flown from her nest,
to ...
If you want to know love,
Walk along the crystal stream,
Past the enchanted dove,
Through a twilight dream.
Go to the weeping willow,
See her crying flowers,
Where she will let out a soft bellow,
As her wisdom reigns like showers,
There she will reveal that feeling,
She shall rejoice and hold you for a while,
Then give a reply, which shall send you reeling,
All you must do is smile.
With a so...
My heart is like a forest:
wild and free,
It thrums like the loud hooves of deers,
Races like the birds in the newly dawned sky,
It loves like a mother with her Cubs,
And Howls like a pack in the night,
Aches like a cricket with no song,
And Falls like the first leaf in autumn,
I am anxious,
I am happy,
I am lonely,
I am wild,
Like a forest....
Golden weeds move effortlessly in the breeze,
Dancing to the winds endless melody,
While delicate petals fly through the air,
And Waves lap some where near,
seagulls squawk and fly above,
While Windows creak from their opened view,
Someone told me once that the ocean feared being alone,
So she came in and out with the tide searching for the light,
I have always believed it to be true,
Like the oc...