Written expression is emotion at its peak; delve into it.
When the lines rhyme, there's a certain joy to it. They don't deserve even that. These lines etch out my pain in a form no one and nothing else can.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
The sweat of pursuit. Blinding the smartest of men. Where ethics vanish.
It only takes a word for a track to shift its gear. To change a vision to be a stranger's. To clasp a mind out of trembling hands.
I remember the feeling it gave me. I can sense the ancient senses. And as I dream of its future, my muscle tenses. - I recall the emotions.
How beautiful would it be to be a firework. To tear through the sky then explode into a million sparks of colored light.
Child, it’s gone. I know you wanted more. But all good eventually Goes onto the next door. - It’s tough to watch it go.
Laughter is only a tinkling reminder of a joy planted in core. Like how everything else in life means something more. *
When a heart is broken, it triggers strife. But when a shell is broken, It builds a life. * I once thought broken things
Sometimes when my heart breaks, I think of nothing about me. But only of the fragments of my broken humanity. --- Sometimes when I cry
I know you'll never see these words, you're far too young to even read. But your little eyes hold more than mine- To some kind of trauma, they did heed.
Where to place a hope that's torn? But, a broken dream to yet be reborn. Never will it peer into history To try to solve its mystery.
There was a beauty to her secure silence. I came upon it the first day. And I knew she had what to say. She was the pretty girl.
