Written expression is emotion at its peak; delve into it.
Fear cannot live on its own. It needs support to be felt and known. *** It needs a mind to exaggerate its use. It needs a heart
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes when I'm silent, And my mind is blank, Is the moment I realize How low I've sank. *** And then somehow Through others' speech
The canvas is blank. With clouds of destiny in the horizon cast. With nothing from the past. *** I wanted to use it, to paint something beautiful.
The moment it all finishes is the moment it ceases to fade. And suddenly there comes pouring all the memories that were made.
When I try to write a poem that will make history, My pen mocks me. Because the light of my little lamp, casting shadows across the world,
It's this point for which I strive: *** Anger won't make me see red, and an outsider won't have the rights to shift my heart to something wrong
What I've noticed about poems or at least by myself is that they are much more likely to be read than essays or fiction stories.
This is where life dies out. This is where we fall. This is where we set our hearts on a silent journey somewhere outside of us.
A life written about is somewhat betrayed. In a sense, words somehow dim emotions, nullify thoughts, darken the light out of smiles and blur beauty to be bearable.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Writers
The most important thing, When all blurs to blackened haze, Is to remember That you once forgot…
I wanted to give my heart away; To serve a patch of my bliss, And to willingly keep all desire at bay for a Cause higher than basis.
Understanding is the man who understands that he does not and will not understand.
