is how I feel every time
I look deep in his eyes.
the way he makes me feel
and his intoxicating smile.
It makes me feel...
with him I lose my mind,
to the desire and lustful nights.
and passion that we share,
when we become one.
He is my better half
and has the key to my heart.
It makes me feel...
I can take on the world,
with him by my side.
My rock and motivation
he drives me to succeed.
To makes something for ourselves,
proving everyone wrong
who brought us down.
To become get married
and have a family; to gain an...
Your brain might tell you
You should be doing more!
But more can sometimes result in less
For quantity is no substitute for quality.
Remember, clearly, that rest is never a thing of laxity.
So long as you wake with a fresh sense of passion
For what you wish to achieve.
- Word of Chen
Can we be alone when we are not? I think so. We are there, they are there, but we are alone. Can others know the emptiness of loss of love and friendship? When that company is there, but not? Others too are there but not. They have their lives, their families... Do they care, I think so, But perhaps not enough to know the loneliness that is now here, How could they? The despair that one can feel when a loved one is there but not. Those of us who know understand that, We are alone but not.
In a metal box on my bookshelf I keep the little paper treasures falling out of second-hand books The postcard from Adelaide sent to a grandmother deceased long ago The bill from The Good Times Bookshop 150 East Main Street Port Jefferson, New York (I wonder if it even still exists) The opera ticket for The Magic Flute in the Vienna State Opera on September 25th 1994 The love letter on flowery paper forgotten between the pages of a Jane Austen novel Each of them carries a story of their own while hidden between the pages of another Until eventually a curious reader sets them free
Dear 11 year olds~ A Letter Poem by lightbleueyes, literature
Dear 11 year olds~ A Letter Poem
Dear 11 year olds,
You'll never believe it,
But people actually like you,
And your artwork later on
You'll never know it,
But soon your poems will be,
Up on the front page of the,
Website you breathe with your life
You'll never believe me when I say,
When you're feeling sad all your friends,
And even strangers go out of their way,
To make you feel better
And you'll never believe it,
But that gives you confidence
And you'll never know it,
But one day your ideas and,
Messages to the world will be,
Read by hundreds of people
And you'll never see it coming,
But one day you'll cry because,
You finally found out,
How the world
His tool is a lens that zooms in and zooms out ...
he is like a wizard playing hocus-pocus,
till the image comes into focus.
He plays with light
to capture a smile, a moment, a place,
otherwise lost forever from sight.
His camera is always on,
to catch those wonders
before the light changes and all is gone.
An artist, a poet, is how he feels,
his photographs express beauty and peace.
All singular compositions
but just one absolute masterpiece.
Vivid world, remain as soft as shade while the wanderer shines sweet light. Born out of concrete, bringing sacred peace and breathing harmony into cold air. Ancient clouds follow the squirrel up the trunk and bring rain with joy while I am imagining Eden in this vivid world.
O stranger, I miss you O stranger, I miss you I'm alone without you Why do you tease me I have not seen you, yet my heart beats for you I don't know why but my heart longs to meet you Come into my arms, why do you keep me longing for it O stranger, I miss you I had not anticipated it even in my thoughts That you'd come crashing into my dreams That you'll make me wild, keep me awake, keep me longing for you every moment Come into my life, why do you tease me O stranger, I miss you O stranger, I miss you I'm alone without you Why do you tease me O stranger, I miss you
Fragile thoughts that never fade
Alight upon mind’s shadowed nooks
Lingering ghosts tightening grip
Longing closure’s comforting embrace
Openly flawed thy crippled soul
Undying wanderer ever aches
Torn in two by unattainable dreams
Music rises, clambers from a cloudy corner Where lights glitter and flick, A beast, the blazing rainbows of rebellion. Dim room tilts torrid with dancing, Sweltering with fevered friction Amid explorations of soft landscapes. Without giving me time to forget my fear, She perches beside me on the loveseat, A long hot lick of flame burns the length of me, Tanned legs smooth, cunningly revealed By an indifferent scrap of cloth she may, Or may not, believe is a cogent garment. Red hair glowing in the dim light, Blue eyes sly as fairy tales, Her fingers brush my thigh, so ephemeral, Yet I startle as if she drives Flaked obsidian knives into my bones. She leans in, kisses me on my mouth, A more intimate dance in time with the music Than I have yet performed on a crowded stage. With an enigmatic and terrifying smile The red-shoulder hawk soars away, Leaving me after one narcotic kiss. Bound with intricate shackles of shyness I thirst for her to return and scald my soul Again and again with
I once was a galaxy~ A Poem by lightbleueyes, literature
I once was a galaxy~ A Poem
I once was a galaxy,
But then I fell from the sky,
I landed on the ground,
And I tried not to cry
When they saw me they would scream,
They said I was an alien,
And a girl caught in her dreams
A few Fridays later,
There were no stars in my hair,
There were no nebulas in my eyes,
But I couldn't really care
But one fateful day,
Someone saw through my lies,
They saw me through a telescope,
Suddenly galaxies were in my eyes
From that day forward,
I never gave in,
I would reach for the stars,
And be the best galaxy I've ever been
Silence of her unremembering Name decays in towards wedge-shaped Fragmenting letters and Discordant sounds and twisting chords Building a bent pyramid from fragments Composing a twelve-toned symphony from sounds Wind long a custodian of secrets Waits too long and No one telling who remembering Why her name’s letters ladder as they do Towards the moon’s darker side And the circus burns… No one remembers her until No one recognizes her until No one claims her until All but a few forget she once lives until Someone in all likelihood loves her until Loses her in such a way until We lose her name as well as her time In clouds of smoke and ashes And the circus is burning… In fire’s purifying amnesia spirit melts That which we never touch melts Her calling to her melting In towards silence of unremembering She transforms abandoned in Northwood. Everyone who once knew her… gone And the circus still burns…
There I sat, still in the shadows.
The Darkness, she wanted me, she desired my mind, to darken the lights, to devour.
She wanted to begin the game again, same as always.
I did not listen. I had heard enough of her voice, seen enough of her twisting and smothering form, been suffocated enough times by her gently forceful hands.
I gathered my courage.
My eyes still shine, despite all of that, despite all she wanted to do, despite her “love”.
Tomorrow is a new day!
I can see it; it glows as brightly as the stars I never knew, the stars that walk in my dreams.
I can still see it, and I will make it mine.
I looked the
The Wings I Used to Have~ A Poem by lightbleueyes, literature
The Wings I Used to Have~ A Poem
It was the year 2016,
When everything hit,
It caused my soul to catch on fire,
With every inch of it being lit
Before then, I had an audience,
And friends that I could talk to,
They gave me wings to flutter with,
But with them I flew
But as I was on fire,
I saw those wings burn away,
And there was nothing I could do,
To convince to them to stay
I felt so weak and helpless,
With nobody on my side,
It became very clear to me,
That it would've been better if I just had died
Even after it was over,
It was hard for me to stand,
All my dreams had seemed to fade away,
And nothing was going as planned
I had tried to keep hope,
If you feel tired and uninspired
Breathe and take a moment to find your center
Then look around you
I'm absolutely certain there is a story waiting to be told.
- A Story Waits by Word of Chen
It isn't impossible to be happy.
I can tell you that right from personal experience.
But before you can be happy,
You need to take control.
Free yourself from sorrow
Through discipline and determination
And you will find yourself rising
Perhaps high enough, to finally see the sun.
- Seeking Skies by Word of Chen
Your greatest fear should never be failure,
It should be waking up about a month from now
And realizing you're in the exact s