Everything In This World Is Temporary.. Including Bad Days And Sleepless Nights👊👑
Being a poet is more than know how to rhyme only
Being a poet demands a heart sensitive to poetry
The poet is a builder of bridges that brings the unnatural to the normal
He doesn't need a piece of paper to show any of his phenomenals
He has a dry mouth and expressive eyes
His performance is not a gala party
Full of fancy and expensive dresses or ties to hang around saying nothing
He doesn't care about showing off or being noticed
He just want to appreciate the moments
Seeing beauty in every corner
He can't do anything about the pain that he fills the paper of
The point is that he feels/fills too much
May it be good or may it be wrong
The best makeup for me is a big smile ✌️
Smile ever, all will be fine✌️
Misty this letter is 4 u 🖤👈😊
The clocked ticked away, and before I could speak, we had lost another hour. We were still. Silent. My skin was foreign to him. He had forgotten the way my body used to fall into his. I was beginning to forget why I ever started falling.
- Jessica Michelle -
I cannot become
A woman I am not
For the sake of
Someone else's love,
And that is where I fail
Every single time.
- Ruby Dhal
When You Said, I Like You
My Heart Said, I Love You..
Far across, there seems to be our world.
No envy, no hatred.
She regretted not thanking the mysterious man in the shadows who had thrown open the door for her to escape the dungeons. A little light on the silhouetted figure would have revealed that her rescuer had the same face as that of her kidnapper.
I fell for you, O listen girl!
I care for you, your soul is what
I consider pearl.
I'd admire you till I die,
Express yourself! Don't be shy,
I want your graceful soul to fly high.
I have had to feel a lot of tribulation,
Your presence with a smile on face,
Will now bring jubilation.
Please, forgive me for I have flaws,
I am not perfect, I admit,
Wrecked everything, did our jaws.
My true love for you,
Makes me fearless and valiant,
I am on my way to come to you,
I don't care if I have to face a giant.
For I don't say it, I only show it.
I want you to feel it,
Give me another chance,
I will try to romance.
I love you a lot,
I love you a lot.
Caption this illustration in two sentences. Tag your letter “shorties”.
Oblivious to the gazillion words stuck to her feet from walking from book to book they called her lazy....
I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once should my name birth from your lips
I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour
I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution
But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into ABYSMAL forgottenness
Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment
May God be my strength as I destroy you
I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a v...
You can't trust everyone, and less on those who say they will never hurt you
Incluso si dices adiós, le estás dando más espacio a tu corazón para que pueda sanar ✌️✌️✌️
You were the charm,
And I was the lucky one.
You were a blessing,
And I was the blessed.
I hate writers
Why does the protagonist always has to be
Why can't it be about a fat
Girl With an ugly face
Nd then the handsome hunk falls for her
Because they know that too
That it'd never happen in real life
M size boys don't fall for the Xl size girl
They're all shitty
If i ever get to go to a book launch
I will ask this question
The poor author
They are all the same
The same story
They all have sexy long legs
Just wear sweats nd baggy shirts
We were an easy fuck
We get good grades
We can cook
It is what people want in a wife
After 4 years
Whom they cheat on
With the sexy secretary
Who wears pushup bra's
With red hot lipstick
We are e...
Strange refrain they crafted perfect
In a glorious rhythm they touched the grass
The pearls that fell from the grey and eyes
Were worthy enough to outshine the stars
Black inside and the grey above
Shone so brilliant to daub the light
Pen glazed the paper , broken
Ink was ruthless to heal the night
Thunder weeped for a long lost sorrow
The brown opened its arms widespread
The long lost love the sky then had
It really made the rain introverted.