Poetry Life Quotes

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

On Paper
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some call it poetry
but it is just pain
on paper
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rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015
"The Poetic Assassin

In this life at least,
Our fate is rarely epic.
Maybe just as well,
Impervious heroes we are not…

I don't feel strong anymore
I feel like falling to my knees.
Things aren't the way they were before,
They're not the way they're supposed to be.

I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

I love being able to see an un-written future.

What am I to do?
What is my destiny?
I have no idea, not a clue
Feeling lost and empty.
What is my dream?
What is my future?
I beg thee to listen to me,
I beg thee to answer.

I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.

Through windows,
in wishing wells,
whispering in the wind...
that's where I find you.

I was just an option.
Blown easily to pieces
and offered to the sky
by the sweet laced pain
upon your lips.

I balance you
on the end of my pen.
Teetering between love
and letting go.

I can't love anymore.
Except for you...
I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

In that wounded place,
buried between
my ribs and letting go,
I miss you.

I bleed to un-break you,
un-mending me.
I fall to save you...
now who will save me.

Bridge burned from end to end,
and I don't miss you anymore.
You delivered silence
I've birthed freedom.

I need to work on me.
The me
without you.

You are the poem
that sticks in my throat
teaching me to whisper
with the voice of my heart.

Careful.
The fall is quick,
steep,
and permanent.

Birthing hope from the madness
that perches on the fence
of our once perfect
dreams.