What did you expect?

My darling, even if you shatter all the mirrors in the world, You will always face your heart. -Alexandra Vasiliu

Shit house poetry

Here I sit broken hearted Tried to shit but only farted Then one day I took a chance Tried to fart and shit my pants. They paint the stalls To silence my pen But the shit house poet Strikes again. P/S: I am sorry for posting this.

Poetry to me

Poetry to me is stumbling in the dark searching for the right words to describe the feeling I get when she smiles while she sleeps.

Yet another poem

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting

I shall not live in vain

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. – Emily Dickinson

I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought

“I wish I wrote the way I thought;Obsessively,Incessantly,With maddening hunger.I’d write to the point ofsuffocation.I’d write myself intonervous breakdowns,Manuscripts spiralling outlike tentacles into abysmalnothing.And I’d write about youa lot morethan I should.”-Benedict Smith

WALLFLOWER

Shrinking in a corner,pressed into the wall;do they know I’m present,am I here at all?Is there a written rule book,that tells you how to be-all the right things to talk about-that everyone has but me?Slowly I am withering-a flower deprived of sun;longing to belong to,somewhere or someone. -Lang Leav

A Poem

She was a forgiver. Her heart was so large. She didn’t know how to give up on people, because she always believed the good in those she loved. It was until she was walked on so many times, she had no choice but to let go of those who burnt holes in her heart. –