How is it that poetry Can be so poetic
The idea of death can be made to sound
So free and unapologetic
Words can be manipulated To make the darkness seem freeing
And a bleak reality Can be turned to s...
From the ends of the earth,
To the depths of the sea;
There's no one else I'd ask to be with me.
To share the sight of the stary night sky,
Contently watching the hours pass by.
Looking out onto the m...
Write something, Write anything.
For god's sakes, get it out.
Let out all the venom in an ink stain framing shout,
Let out all the demons in a choir verse devout,
Let out the little wolves that are hi...
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
Nothing fuels a poet More than the whispers of dismay,
The falling tears of sadness,
The pain of everyday.
Nothing fuels a poet
More than wings that cannot fly,
A love that did not last,
Or eyes that ...
I possess a weapon.
You read that correctly.
I have a weapon.
It's perfectly legal,
Yet it's more powerful
Than any blade you can sharpen,
Any gun you can load, Any bomb you can drop
Good. Now, write some more.
Write when you're tired. Write when you're not.
Write when it's hard. Write when it's easy.
Write when you doubt yourself.
Write when you're stressed.
Write when you...
Stuck in this snowstorm in this small one horse town without a way to get around. The police took my drivers license for no insurance even though they had no evidence. Now I'm stuck without a job feel...
"A restless year.
Four hopeless seasons.
Fifty-two obsessive weeks.
Three hundred and sixty-five sleepless nights.
One poetic journal of change, loss, damage, sorrow, healing, good and evil, chaos and...