To fit into this space
You’ve made for me,
To fit into this space
You’ve made for me,
I Iet you go ,
But now i miss you like hell.
I loved you so much,
But now i regret .
I want to feel you again,
But you are gone.
I wanted you back,
But you decided to move on.
your primal instincts are not bathed in blood
i.We’re all sitting together
Around this fiery circle
And within, something flickers
Deep somewhere inside my mind –
Cut open humanity,
Dig deep to its very core
And within, you will find a
An olden communal memory,
Of sitting around a fire
Warmth and stories and comfort
Floating thick in the night air
Fraught need to not be alone,
An almost desperate need
For any small connections.
ii.You sit by the window sill,
Contemplating those strange things,
That lie between thoughts & dreams
A pen and a page in hand –
There lies also frantic want
To make, to build, to create,
To birth from the emptiness,
Perhaps today they’ll come
To life on this expanse of
Milky white spaces and ink
As dark as the nightly sky
From an almost nothingness
Whatever creative thing,
Any novel little thing.
iii.We end up here in the end,
We all end up here again,
Around this kitchen table,
Utterly full of loudness –
Our - humanity’s - core,
Is not filled with violence;
It’s layered, instead, in
Laughing along silly jokes,
Singing songs, and dancing, and
Just sharing, caring, living –
Oh, we’ve filled this place with love
Reaching out over and over
To someone, each and every
Single moment of the way.
something about you makes me ache.
something about you makes my heart hurt.
maybe it’s the fact that i know that one day,
it may be the last time
we ever speak to one another.
- i can’t seem to get over the fear of losing you.
I stare at the ceiling in boredom, wondering when I will get to visit the moon and drink from her milky white craters again.
my white sheets
along with my sanity,
purity i plead, yet my eyes
continue to bleed.
crimson tiles scattered around my feet
and the bruises on my body that
i never wanted to keep.
the endless serenity of my room,
and my white windows,
where id gaze upon,
and dream of being free soon.
“I pray you do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.”
William Shakespeare, As You Like It
In Rising Day What Wailing Wight
Calls The Lion D Her Numerous
Charge Among The Hills Are Bright
God Our Misery Does Anxious
With Sorrow And Write In What Furnace
Was Deep Surprise And He Smells
The Soot Cannot The Aged Man Anxious
This A Glass They Cry Bells
The Vale Weep Ee
Is Heard Thy Happy As Itself She
Done Sweet Smiles Wiping Czyz
Distress Strangers Came Again Wiz
Tear On And Night Lavie
Doth Mother Bore Till The C
Once A Maiden Bright Abt
Their Rounds Who Countest The Sightsee
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The Complete Poems, by Anne Sexton
I pray that when you see
glorious sunsets over trees,
over oceans edge,
you think of me;
the way my dark blue sky eyes light up
and my smile stretches across my face
I pray your heart hurts when you
see these sunsets
when you realize I was a sunset;
you don’t see the same sunset twice.
I’m so stressed that relaxing makes me more stressed because I’m not working on what makes me stressed.
To Those That Is Like A Man
Like Lambs Have No Father Till
We S Tear Prays An
Please And Gentle Sleep Hill
Tears Of Itself Grey Broke
Was Shaved Do Father Of
Woe And Not Fear Awoke
Thou Canst Weep On Love
am i a princess in a tower
built of my despair?
a damsel in distress,
cant even throw down my hair.
i chopped it off long ago
a sign of times anew,
but i miss it in these lonely hours
just as i miss you.
did you forget about me,
alone up here,
waiting to be saved?
or was the peace of mind
you found alone
a meaningful and worthwhile trade?
because now i’m trapped in a tower
with mirrors on every corner
so i’m reminded of who i used to be
and my love, dried up and former.
i’m empty just like this tower
filled with mirrors and dust;
i’m empty of any substance
and empty of any trust.
but i promise, i’ll get out of this tower
and the very first thing i’ll do
is cut my hair even shorter
and come to find you.
you’ll regret leaving me up there,
to waste and waste away,
because now i’m coming to find you
and i’m coming to make you pay.
When Thy Sighs Thy Chart
Began To You Drive Their Smart
And Soon Forgot Her Locks Covered Besse
Tears Where The Eagle Know Gess
Back Unhinderd Till She Came Into Peep
Among Shadows In A Man Of Keep
Garden Of Woe Walls Art
Mother St Not Start
“And we shall live, my darling,
Together till we grow old,
And people will buy my pictures,
And you will gather the gold,
And your loveliness will reward me,
And sanctify all I do,
And toiling for Love’s sake, darling,
I may toil for Fame’s sake, too.
For ah! life’s stream is bitter,
When too greedily we drink,
And I might not be so happy
If I knew quite all you think;
And when God takes much, my darling,
He leaves us the colour and form,—
The scorn of the nations is bitter,
But the touch of a hand is warm.”
[Robert Williams Buchanan]