I think of you
and start to write.
And when I do,
I write all night.Your perfections,
your faults
your love selections
your mind vault
Your hair
your eyes
your stareAnd with a little work,
and some concentration…
I can make art!Always on my mind.
Twenty-four seven, all the time.
She held the rusty gate
And stood in wet grass
That reached to her knees
She held it at the foot of the long driveway
And let it stain her hand orange
As she waited in her long dress
For the sound of something calm
And the whimper of another soul
That was at another gate
Just like her own
In Control (by aknacer)
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what belongs to you, but others use it more than you?
There are certain rules I do not break, an unspoken contract with the world as I track the movements of figurative touch, how its fingerprints leave permanent stains. I can note scraped fragments from their ridges etched in my heart, the dust buzzing in my brain.
However, I am condemned to conceal names. They’re not mine to give, yet what the people behind them unconsciously or deliberately give me is not mine to take.
I have breached this promise once in a blue moon, not out of spite or anger, but out of a mere tired release. It is tiring to hide, to bury, to disguise the footprints embedded in the skin of my soul.
I don’t know how to be ironic or obviously fictional or avant-garde. All I know how to be honest,
mostly.
While I’m using you, I might as well let you have one thing that belongs to you.
—edgeofdecember
If I could tell you just one thing
I still wouldn’t utter anything
You can’t listen
You won’t see
I stand beside you
You don’t see me
If I could tell you and you would hear
I’d say I love you
I hold you dear
You warm my heart
Your in my soul
I hate swallowing my emotions
It’s getting old
If I could give you just one gift
I would give you another kiss
Meet your lips
Whisper in your ear
‘There is nothing to be afraid of here’
Shimmering
Slippery
Sloping
Sinews
Spread
Steadfast
Surpassing
Satiated
Shallows
Slowing
Steadily
Seeping
Sordid
Sea
Swamps
my words have gone missing.
can you help me find them?
they are humble
&meek
&they seek forgiveness
they seek redemption
i will die trying
i will find them and they will
be heard
and only then will i rest.
only then
(Source: mikefrawley)
I don’t write because I have anything important to say
I write because I have so many hopes and fears I must release
Good morning, and much love to all my beautiful Tumblr Friends! :)
(Source: mikefrawley)
(Source: mikefrawley)
Rightly did General Macarthur say
old soldiers they just fade away
as vibrant rhymes turn rusty grey
old poets too must face this day
With pen and paper in the drawer
my greatest pleasure now a chore
of hording notes and keeping score
is this truly what I’m writing for
Too old to write, too young to die
my reject pile alarmingly high
wiping the wetness from my eye
I smile and give it one more try
Young poets this is but the start
write with passion, treasure your art
though one day soon I may depart
please know I wrote with all my heart
(Source: mikefrawley)
(Source: mikefrawley)
Good morning my dear friends. Please forgive the whine, but I’ve been very burned out on writing lately. I have my poems stored on my computer at work, and unofficially I’ve now written about 910 mostly rhyming poems. It’s been 5 beautiful years of writing, but the well has been a little dry lately and to be perfectly honest I am feeling frustrated. Don’t worry, here comes the positive part. While I’m slightly envious that so many of you discovered your love for writing at such at an early age, it truly warms my heart to see the laughter, tears, hopes and dreams that you put into your art. One of my all time favorite sayings is follow your heart. I haven’t always been guilty of that, but at least when it comes to writing I most assuredly have. Please my dear friends, you have far to go, but in the long run, life is short, and regret is a heavy burden. Follow Your Heart! I have something I wrote a couple of years ago on this which I hope to share in the next few days. It does need a little TLC first however. I should get some of you terribly talented types to assist me. I have a very special surprise (for me at least) that I’ll be posting in about 30 minutes. Have a wonderful day my beautiful friends. As a special friend used to remind me during the low point of my life, “You Are Much Loved.” Mike
(Source: mikefrawley)
