Beneath a pale blue moon two lovers lie in total silence, resting upon delicate blades of jade grass. They stare at the reflection of the moon upon the surface of a jet black pond. Plop! A frog leaped in, creating migrating ripples. White diamonds twinkle in the sky, not a dark cloud in sight, while the moon basks in all her glory. Some new stuff I wrote while on a field trip in MO. Peace and love
You are my pain and my love The worst and my best My moon and my sun And all the stars in the sky You are the gold dust In my eyes The sunlight bathing Me in the afternoon You are my everything My happiness and my sadness My hope and disappointment My love and my hate. Peace and love
I don't know what to say I fogot what to write. The words have been lost and oh! at what a cost! A beautiful verse and tears that tranverse from my eyes to my shirt trying in vain to hide the hurt. The words I'm trying to tell are fighting tooth and nail to hide from all the rest. I've seemed to fail that test and exposed them to you. But fuck it, what can I do? Peace and love
The words I express Are wrong at best Not hard to say That everything is gray Rain moves in and Covers the land With her depressing mood Makes me wish I had a lude. It helps cover up the pain of feeling like I live in vain This is such a curse But it can't get much worse. I'm tired of this life Please give me a knife So I can come back anew In a body that's new. No more bipolar shit for me I'ld rather live in a tree And eat nuts everyday Just keep the rain away. Peace and love
Dear Lady, be aware the ideation in this poem is dangerous to you, I have written such things as well, they sometimes need release, but I urge you turn your mind away from such notions. Take good care sine cera
your poetry is inspiring to all of us keep it up and never give up on yourself... you are destined for great things. -out of all the things i've lost, i miss my mind the most- *OzzY*
This is a poem about me. I'm baring my soul for all to see. I seem to be happy but I'm not. Seems there's some shit that I forgot. My life consists mainly of school of which I feel I play the fool. My heart is so tender. It's been in a blender over these last few days, in oh so many ways. I feel like I'm falling apart but my strength lies within my heart. Just draw upon that and it's a fact that I will survive. I will stay alive. My life may be plain, but it is not in vain. Just read what I wrote and send me a note. That's all I ask. Not too hard of a task. You see bits of my soul and you know it's not cold. I'm a warm, loving girl Whose life is a whirl of stressful times and these awful rhymes. Time to go to class And not look like an ass. Peace and love
Hippie_chick, your poems are moving as always - but it really seems like you're reaching out to someone - anyone. Is poetry a medium for you to do so? I mean, would you be able to express these kinds of feelings in a plain conversation (in person or as a post)? Tell me if I'm over-analyzing - sometimes poems are just poems - but I can't help getting this impression and I have a tendency to want to reach out to people who seem to be in need of someone.
Yes, poetry is my medium of expressing my feelings that otherwise I can't talk about. I find that writing helps me out a lot. Thank you for recongizing how I write. Peace and Love
Well, if this is true, then I think you're asking for someone to talk to. This line in particular seems to suggest as much: "Just read what I wrote and send me a note. That's all I ask. Not too hard of a task." Should I translate "note" as "PM" (sorry if this seems obvious)?
It doesn't matter if you do or not. I thought those lines were an artistic touch, reaching out in an simple way to see who answers. It's almost like saying "the signs for help are here, I just want someone to reach out to me. Please, it's not that difficult!" It wasn't literal though. I appreciate the message, because it shows that poetry does reach people to the point where one can almost feel the writer's pain, as I think you are feeling mine. That connection of writer to reader is very unique and special. Yes, feel free to PM me if you feel like it. I hope I made sense with this and you can understand what I'm trying to express. Peace and love
As I sit here, thinking, contumplating my world, I came to discovery the great strength I have inside. I ran cross-country, never dropped out of a race. I wrestled the boys, but never gave up. I must have some strength after all. I open my heart and jot what I see down on this screen for all the world to read. I do have strength after all. Peace and love
Well, literal or not, you're really good at stirring emotion in the reader. I think it's because of how personal you get. I'm a real sucker for people who wear their hearts on their sleeves like you. I tend to jump on the opportunity to dig deeper. So I hope you don't mind - I'm just very interested in unique people (I've got a B.A. in psychology). I don't judge and I try to be as helpful and supportive as I can. Needless to say, if you need someone to talk to, feel free to talk to me. And I think I will PM you.
