I was that bird You saw flying Working hard Against wind I didn’t stop Not once Even though I was very tired I followed you Until you stopped And then I was that bird You saw sitting Outside your window And I stayed there As you slept And when you woke I sang to you…
You judge me And that’s ok You whisper And gossip And wonder And consume Time and time and time With innuendos And beliefs That hold no truth You listen to him And to her and her Make assumptions And create your own stories You never consider They could be lies You never ask or inquire…
The faces look the same Stuck on Popsicle sticks Dancing around clapping Waiting for you to dance Do some tricks! Flip some flips! Maybe do… Something dangerous! We don’t care about you Just entertain us And if you don’t Then onto the next Just stand still Let me look at you Tilt your head just…
The writing seemed wrong Sideways scrawls, tilted Different directions Non-linear and broken A puzzle of cursive loops Waiting to be seen By her eyes But they won’t be Not ever Because Written by her Eyes shut Tears falling She realized the words If connected Would destroy the world She had created All that was…
Written for anyone who is stuck in the dance with anxiety and depression. It isn’t an easy dance to cut away from. One of the hardest things for someone suffering from depression is to reach out for help. Depression causes a person to isolate and feel unworthy of life. Don’t let depression lie to you……
Written by: Peter Olsen Blogger at: The Razor’s Edge I have no poetry No song No creative thought to help me. My voice…she has escaped. On the long journey away. How I have missed that spirit Who guides every stroke of my pen. That quiet sweetness and angst But alas she has left me. In the…
It took awhile The beginning of us It took years of waiting To press play I could feel you Part of my world Waiting somewhere To be a part of mine I could sense you Your heartbeat Strong and solid Sometimes failing Sometimes broken Sometimes shattered I could feel you Putting it back together…
A poem By Briton Underwood 🙂 I yearn to find a home in your thoughts Let me nestle cozily next to your subconscious Like a dream you can’t remember But leaves a smile on your face all day I don’t want you to quite figure me out Like the words to a song you never…
It’s nothing new We will survive Time and again in fact Surviving is how we do Our heart hits a snag Sometimes scratched Torn, shredded Broken in two Occasionally blown to bits But the truth is We will all die With a broken heart If we are lucky enough To have battled love
Thank you Crystal for sending me this song today ❤ How do you find that place? Where the fire no longer burns But begins to permeate your bones Where it dances its flaming light Into your very deepest dark That place where healing begins Warming your broken spirit Enough to thaw your hope Fueling your dormant desires Just…
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