Every time i know you are trying to come to me its a comfort in my heart to have you be with me where we can make each other complete
The soul mate and the flower
I was a seed that was planted in rough soil,
and the little seed had to be showed who it was.
The soul mate, took care of the seed and helped it to see it could be very special,
the seed was showed sunlight and the tears of joy.
The soul mate covered the seed and protected it
the little seed grew into a beautiful flower.
The flower is of every color and the color added to the beauty of the world.
The little flower kept blooming and never stopped. The colorful flower bloomed all the way to her heart.
The soul mate gave the flower it"s acceptance.
The soul mate knew everything the flower of the soils
what the soil is made of that made the flower so pretty.
the soul mate knew the way from the roots, to the channels of water pathway's,
to the center of the beauty
from the energy comes to the top of the plant,
to display and only the soul mate seen all the colors made special the soul mate cherished and the flower is beautiful.
To this day the lit
pillow of memoriesI still wake up from a deep sleep
and in my sleepy mind not awake yet
i reach for my nearest pillow to hold tight.
remembering you next to me laying next to me
and the fear of you not here awakens me, into the
memories that once was......
it a complete pain
pain of the energy to make it every day
pain of of a love i lost
pain that over takes my every waking.
every day strolling threw my life.
A walk threw my shoes is a life of torture.
Im never filled up, never complete
the things that fill my world is a withering roots of a dieing tree. The roots try to survive but life takes it away.
my world of hope my world of wanting and i live in a world of trying to be blessed but im tortured every day.
I feel punished, alone, and my body and mind acks for comfort.
I feel like a old weathered shoe that is being used to walk in.
The shoe cracking against the pavement being used until the day comes im no longer useful.
My abilities is love and caring but i have my life to live which drains it away.
My face hurts with tiredness, my mind cries for relief.
I feel my shoulders hold the world with all my concerns but where is it leading me?
Pain im in pain in my mind my soul and i cry every day for just 1 ounce o
leaf in my heartI will place you in my heart like a leaf blowing in the wind, as my heart beats the little leaf in my heart will float around loving you with every beat.
You made me beautiful to myself,
you made me pretty to my vision of me not for all the world but for myself,
you cared enough to know,
you cared enough to want to know,
you cared enough to let me see who i am through you love,
you understand me, and you love me know other way but for who i am,
you let me shine threw my inner beauty,
you made me see things i didn't know existed
you helped me to paint the world with more knowledge,
and still to this day you are thousands of miles away,
but you my dearest sit at the thrown of my heart forever more,
and you my dear one even though it will be eternity that we ever touch again,
you are my true love forevermore.
A unlit candle lay in the snow of unforgotten the wax depleted, the wick short and all is evaporated out of the jar of once warmth. The wick and the wax was overcome in the middle of the night, when no one was around, it was smothered out by the darkness, and the jar was left smoldering on the stove left empty and alone. The lit flame was a voice that pierced the night the words danced in the ears of life and was fed by a inner peace of love and completeness.
The little flame voice asked over and over again for friend ship to not be left alone, but no matter what the little flame did, or asked it was not heard. Life took turns and things changed but the little flame was a comfort it was lit over and over again, people taking what was needed, easy to take but hard to give back. The feeling left behind was of questions why? where do you turn alone, and who do you tell?
The little candle was throw-ed out into the cold snow bank feeling useless, icy cold, and nothing to offer. In the end t
Life and the leaf.
I came to this earth like a leaf in a pod.
I entered out of the womb like the leaf that began to grow.
Everyone loved to look at me, and they enjoyed the newness of the newly born child, just like we love to see the season change into spring.
I was taken care of from my parents, with love and nurturing, just like the little leaf that had sunlight, and water that helped to make it grow.
I was full of energy, and glowed with delight.
I grew into something beautiful, so young and full of dreams, like a leaf in the summertime, so green and full of life.
I lived my life working hard trying to do what is right, living on my dreams, and my beautiful vision of life, just like the leaf that was stuck in the sun, in the middle of August into summer sun, life was not perfect and i got bruised along the way. I began to see you have to be tough along the way.
I had a family, and i worked it seemed all day, just like the leaf that was part of a tree, standing beside the mother bird that fed her bab
SilenceSilence is more powerful than any word spoken.
Silence is the most expressive statement a human can make.
Silence can be read thru a persons eyes from across a room.
Silence is the truth or a lie.
Silence is your friend or your enemy.
Silence is a human watching observing your actions without a word.
Silence is wisdom.
Silence is a statement.
Silence is peace.
Silence is wonder.
Silence is inner acceptance.
Silence is a secret.
Silence makes decisions.
Silence is a virtue.
Silence is peace.
Silence bring thought.
Silence pain behind a smile.
Silence is the beginning or end to a storm.
Silence is a snail that moves along the ground.
Silence is the growth of a tree 100 years and passing.
Silence is the attack before a strike.
Silence is Creation growing inside a mothers womb.
silence is a the sun rays shining on the earth.
Silence is the is the words we tell our self's
Silence can be the most sensual touch.
I have learned that silence speaks louder than words, and holding your silence is
leafsSilently i fall to the earth.
silently letting you walk on by.
I lay there silently as i change from youth to old, my colors fading and my edges torn.
I let the rain fall upon my face and the mud cover parts of me.
I'm walked upon and pushed into the earths surface.
I was once looked upon as a welcoming season of change i was pretty to the eye.
Now i lay here as the season ends with mud upon my face, and pushed into the earth.
My outer appearance is torn and turned brown and now im not noticed anymore!
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
He Wore My Makeup AgainAt least it wasn't a dress this time,
but I know that my boyfriend
has something to hide.
When I'm not looking, he takes my purse,
uses my make up to cover the hurts.
Dabs his fingers into my foundation,
taps it on his face, with hands
as skilled as a physician.
The brush he rubs down the angles of his cheek.
He should be thankful that he's
the same complexion as me.
I've never seen him with a bare face,
whenever he's with me,
the make up will stay.
At least he hasn't used my lipstick
yet, I don't know how I would
feel about him adorned in red.
And my eye shadow, he seems to leave alone,
it seems he uses my make up,
just for an even tone.
Perhaps he'll progress to using the rest,
and then I suppose then, he'll start
wearing a dress.
I guess it's slow, this painful transition.
I just want him to say it,
he's already got my attention.
I get it he's a cross dresser, he has to be right?
Isn't that what men who want to
be women describe themselves like?
I think I'll confront him about his f
acrimonyi have spent too long loving you
like a store shutting down, slashing my prices,
hoping there’s something here you might
want to buy before i go under.
this is not your fault. i was told that loving
desperately and wholly was light years
better than loving practically, but you
have spent four years loving me like i am a siege
and you are worried that your fortress’s walls
are not high enough. i think i mean
that you love me cautious; you love me
most nights i waste hours not looking at my phone
and trying to remind myself how much i am
worth without you by my side. the numbers
never add up. maybe this is because
you have never been constant enough to be an equation.
look here, i have it on good authority
that universes exist in my skin and stars have died
so that i could live. stars have died and i have
survived and you will not be the one to make me wish
my soul was nothing but a black hole.
i can’t shake the thought that you are my novel and
i am y
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
things to take to college1. between the two of us, we have eaten miles
of pavement, we have spent months pressing
the same four wheels into the ground.
whenever you need to, follow those tracks again.
they will lead you back home.
2. there are songs i only figured out how to sing
with you beside me. even now, the words
sound awkward in my throat.
the notes are wrong. i’m not sure what makes
something sacred, but words like that
i only know how to sing with a quiet
reverence i can’t seem to find anymore.
3. i am good at writing poems that convince
people to stay. i don’t know how to write
a poem to someone that i know is going to leave
no matter what i say.
4. you have faith in spades. and i’m not talking about
god. i’m talking about that tangible faith in
humanity, the faith that always makes you
ask me how my day was, even if the answer
is always the same.
5. to be truthful, i don’t want you to stay.
some people are made for the great unknown.
6. we have watched more sunset
GayI am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
I won't cryyou can ask me how I am.
that's okay I won't cry
I don't know how I am, I can't correctly describe it.
Other than to say there's a constant ache in my chest
and a tightness in my throat,
with swelled up emotions sitting somewhere at the back of my eyes.
You should be careful what you say
but then I can't even explain what triggers these feelings
so say what you like,I'll just react in which ever way,
cos I have no controll now.
The way I feel everyday, has become so familiar to me,
since I lost him.
Sometimes it's so hard to bear,
the constant ache in my chest threatens to crush me
It's hard to breath.
The tightness im my throat burns,
I want to wail out loud my inarticulate utterances of grief
and release all my pent up emotions.
But don't worry you can ask me how I am.
It's okay, I won't cry.
Written by Suzanne karbach
21st may 2015
I couldn't see the consequences-
As I tried to trust my heart
I just couldn't resist-
The blind love that ceased my wars
Helping me let go of the struggles-
That I foolishly held in my hands
I freed the thoughts that quarreled-
Tears fell in order for me to stand
Truth can be the worst enemy
Lies can be the strongest ally
Harmony isn't immune to tragedy
Because you made a myth out of your apparent humanity
Mistakes can never be renamed! / Scars can never be erased!
Compassion is used as bait! / Two sides to every face!
A piece of peace is caged! / Watch the bridge burn away!
I'll desecrate the meaning of “passion”
You redefined my every moral
There will be no hesitation
I won't need anyone -anymore-
I ignored the risks-
Of handing over my hope
Killed by a kiss-
Turning my world to stone
I believed in your deceit-
And I fell too hard
My mind endlessly screams-
AlcoholicYour tux is the color
of a coal miner’s face
after a long, hard day of work-
something you’ve never
had to experience
yet you talk as though
you’re just as worn out;
your trivial chit-chat
is turning syrupy with every sip,
although your sentences
aren’t getting any sweeter
you grab another glass
of the effervescent liquid,
hoping the sea of people
will turn to black coal,
and it will be dark enough
for you to fall asleep
as you walk tipsily to the bathroom,
the overpaid opera singer
belts her last high note- a bit too high;
your crystal glass shatters
into a thousand pieces
And with it, you shatter too.