fireylove93

Hopeless is the man who dwells on what could have been instead of what might possibly be. Cruel is the man who sees everything and does nothing to stop it. Vain is the woman who cares only for looks and not for the feelings of others. Callous is the child who only wants and never cares of the words of his mother. Ignorant is the man who will not listen yet can only hear himself. Heartless is the woman who does nothing for others. Tragic is a country who mourns for one when thousands die from something we could prevent. Hero less is a person who has no one to idolize. Horrendous is the person who hurts those who cannot help th

The string tightly wrapped around my hand. Laced through my fingers, I held it firmly.  The string was tied to a  simple blue balloon. I gently bounced the balloon back and forth. I enjoyed its company. Its color, a lush hue of  Tranquil blue. The balloon twisted,  almost dancing above me. Its radiant energy rushed down the string down to my hand. Though just a balloon, It possessed an almost  life-like quality of happiness. But then the winds came. The harsh and vengeful winds grabbed at my balloon. Weaving its venomous hands around and about. I pulled back to save my balloon from its misery,

The first time we met gaze. Don't worry I'll forget. Our first kiss, It's okay, I'll forget don't worry. The first time we made love, and every time after that. I'll just forget them, like they never happened. The day I asked you out, Yeah I'll just forget about it. June 27th, I'll just act like it is another day, no worries there. The first time we held hands, I'll erase it from my memory. The first time I told you that I loved you, That will be a tough one, I'll throw it away. The first time I didn't know what to say... I'm not really sure if the pain of that will ever go away.

Reality Check Sometimes I just want To crash my face into the Concrete. To make sure.. To see if it's just a dream. It hurts. To know that My scarlet constellations Will just always go Unseen, and unheard. The screams are so sweet, And the stars shall never streak. Will no one stop me? For I'll devour the night sky.

These are now my eyes: strictly black and white An iris shade of empty, the pupil dark as night The color is an absent, the black is none but pain Only I can cry this black and white rain This is now my mouth: strictly black and white White is known to lie, the black known to be right Molars bleached like snow, lips as dense as tar Speaking through your teeth here won't get you very far These are now my ears: strictly black and white While white can take the cold, black won't hear one fight Hair always done up, white doesn't seem to mind But black wants hair down to make it hard to find This is now my nose: strictly black and whit

I look up at the stars tonight and hey look honey! They shine for you Like the little star you are, they shine for you With a light so pure a light which brings hope... When I first met you something felt … different something I haven't felt before But I could never have guessed that you would mean so much to me that I would care this much that you would be the one I miss the most the only person I want near when the nights gets cold and the demons of loneliness comes closer and closer... When I first met you I saw those deep blue eyes with a painful story to tell I saw a happy smile to light up the world I saw such a

Good morning. Let's take a look at the list of things to do: First, we're going to rob a convenience store. Everything is going to go horribly wrong, As our surveillance man didn't notice The cop in the back, Buying doughnuts of all things. We'll run away, because we have no guns, The cop will probably break out laughing. I have a shipment of illegal fireworks, And I plan on selling them to a 12 year old. He told me he wants to strap them to his skates And see if he can fly. Oh, before I forget, the boy will brag to his girl, The girl will tell her father, who'll tell the boy's mother, And she will call the cops. So bring your

You ask me who I am , where did I come from I say:  I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow I create my words from the tissue of my veins I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines My word

Words fail me. They do this with an alarming frequency. I call myself a writer, but whenever I set pen to paper to create my thought process, the page remains as blank as my mind. I call myself an inkweaver, but the only ink I see is what drips from the nib of my pen- small abysses in the otherwise spotless wasteland of my page. Everything is so clear in my mind, the dusty corners well disguised beneath the ebb and flow of this event they call creativity (which is, in fact, only the strange ramblings of a dehydrated mind). If I could simply download you directly into my brain, this strange betrayal of my fingers would be an unnecessary h

I'll wipe the tears of your cheeks I'll hold you tight Just so you can feel safe I wont tell you lies and I promise to be there when you need me the most I will take care of you and help you to heal these wounds but dear, you must give me the chance I'm asking you to trust me Take me by the hand and jump! I will catch you honey I wouldn't let you hit the ground