I wanted to write a poem for you. I've never written one before. I've seen that little book you keep, the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words. I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of your script. I've seen you nurture it when y...
When two people fight, It feels like the end.Words said overnight,Why did I hit send?You must be so careful,Of what you write.It can become stressful,No talking again tonight.Words can create joy,Or they can hurt.They can annoy,Make people curt.You can sh...
just words that pass my screenbut there has never beenin all my life beforea thing that I crave morejust letters on a stringyet they make my heart singthey make my soul loose weightthey make me feel so greatthat is what those words dobecause they come fro...
Is it possible to waste words To have them fall from the sky Like gifts Perfect in their sacred Profoundness To feel the weight Of their intensity Grab at your heart Coax tears Create laughter Take your hand Lead you in the slowest of dances E...
I am a lover of words. I like What they do to my tongue.Each letter Whispers its own tune To me, When spoken together A song. Like love, How it opens the lips, Extends the tongue, Closes with a kiss, Sounds hopeful. How the letter O, When accen...
A gentleman's honor is his word,Our honor must be great as you words hold power.Your words can excite and indulgeYour words can punish and hurtYour words are what I live forYour honor I hold in high regardFor you are a gentleman Nick
Why do people whisper?Is it to whisper sweet nothings in your ear?Sometimes it's hurtful whispersThey want to harm youOther times they whisper, because they think if you hear it will cause you painSome whisper because they have nothing to sayOthers are ru...
When does a poem begin And where does it end? Does it swoop down like a breeze To swirl around the ankles Of a pubescent girl With knock knees? Is it there the seed begins? Does it shiver In the pit of her groin At the whisper of him near?After mont...
Due to the brevity and darkness of this piece, I have decided to leave a few lines blank, so not to spoil it. Hey, let's face it bitch: You suck as an artist; you have no creativity, you're a fucked up, hopeless shitty person, a plagiarist, and anything y...
I do not know what I really ownSomething held by me all alone. Something I can show for all to seeAn object that belongs to only me. The most valued is not really a thingBut happiness and joy to me it brings. It is just words appearing on my screenThey sp...
Words can be a deadly pill, When used in anger they can kill. In anger tossed out as we use, They hurt deeply as we abuse. When we pick the strongest words, They cut deeply as if they are swords. We throw the harsh words out. They hit the listener with cl...