Poetry, Quill

The Best ♥️

This wonderful mind of mine,

Every breath, and every blow,

Changes its direction,

Yet I know, my heart,

It shall keep it on its course,

And take away every single doubt,

For my heart heads for home,

And a family, a warm abode,

And all of this I found right where I am,

What else? Shall a heart need,

What else shall a mind need,

And what else? Dare I ask,

From this family of mine,

Where all the love I have,

In truth, is sublime.

Poetry, Quill

Mighty, but broken.

In the broken old land,

There once lived a man,

Glorious, and mighty was he,

Trees shook with his thunder,

Boulders broke beneath his fists,

And fear striked in every foreign heart,

Yet a lanky young dame,

Tore his gleeful heart apart,

And all that was left,

Was a broken little man,

Perfect for this old and treacherous land,

And he kept his heart still hidden inside,

Too afraid for it to touch the light,

And in darkness he spent away his life.

Brevity, Quill

Melodious pain

The medley of love,
And broken old dreams,
Still rings in my ears,
At midnight as I sleep,
And I beg of you, my baby,
To leave me and go,
For I need no more reasons,
To weep, anymore.

Brevity

Hazy Passion

There once, was I, fervent with energy, blinded by passion guided by rage. Yet this mind of mine, now sits there defeated as i have spent my soul, and I’m shaking as i sob, for i wait for life to pass me by and leave me in a weeping haze.

Poetry

Glee

Bliss never lies in happiness,

Hardwork grants no happiness,

Bliss exists in paper balls,

That hit a head as you throw it

When you giggle aloud, and you try to hide,

From teacher’s eyes mid class.

What do you Know of glee?

You, who sits up a boring desk.

You, who buttercups, the teacher but

You, who lose these worthy hours.

What good are you, a crooked lot,

That scores but never laughs.