Deep Poetry for Monday, June 13, 2011

I lost something big, something i never had, something you took away, something from my past. I need something else, i dont need you, cause you dont care about what you do. You dont even care about me, so why did i wake up this morning, why did i try and talk to you, why did i take my first breathe on november 14. I guess so you could laugh in my face years later. so you could watch me cry, and why me die. so when i checked in my inbox u still didnt reply. im still here and im still living but i... Sign in to see full entry.

Now, I've always been the type, To write sad poems that aren't about me, If I did write about myself, I'd seem a little crazy. But that will change now, I'm gonna write my thoughts down, No matter how weird they seem, So please don't be mean! Sign in to see full entry.

Flowing like the falling rains, Quickly covering the the land's grains. Shouting for for all gains. But we are living and leaving. Dreaming in daylight shadows, Screaming at midnight with widows, Struglling for victory at peak-tree, Sweating like never before for the ever fall, But we are living and leaving... Let me drive my spine in time, For we are living and leaving.. Sign in to see full entry.

Fullness of the moon painting dreams in his nights he stood under the heavens and laughed and appreciated the emptiness of the space. He stared at the stars, heard rainbows sing clouds’ whisper and flew with the birds. He talked to plants, saw flowers meditate, shades dance and mountains walk and ebbing tides ran thro’ his veins. People called him a lunatic. I believe he is a poet. His uncle planted trees or started on fresh things only in the waxing moon phase or else they wont flourish, he... Sign in to see full entry.