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Born with my heart, mended to my soul,
Here starts a life, OR here starts a toll,
I guess i should prepare myself, to drop,tuck, and roll,
the journey begins,as I carry my #2 pencil, as if it were a million foot pole,
it allows me to climb and free my mind, and to escape that powerful hole,
Born with my heart, mended to my soul,
Here starts a life, OR here starts a toll?
Enjoy your life regardless of the obstacles that may come your way because you are in control of your own destiny. Whether a mental thought or verbal spoken words, it is all a vibration of our energy and it always travels full circle. So make sure all of your thought and spoken words are positive vibrations.

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 Mar 2014 Samantha wells
PrttyBrd
Would you think me insane
If I were to tell you that you have set me free
That knowing you has taught me
About who I am meant to be?

Something I thought long since dead
Deep inside myself
Was awakened when you looked at me
Like there was no one else

A renewed sense of who I am
Invigorates the soul
I now believe in fairy tales
And love I do extol

It is not a passing breeze of caring
More like a hurricane-force wind
That knocks you over and lifts you up
Like you're flying from within

Two hearts connected silently
Across a million miles
Melancholy fades away
With just the memory of a smile

How can it be that circumstance
Deals such a cruel, cruel hand
To temper fated torture
Almost too much to withstand

For in a love so consuming
That it is laden in every breath
Forced to live so separately
Is a torment worse than death

For at least in death can be found Heaven
Or if we're guilty, can be found Hell
But even hell, if I am with you,
Can be called Heaven very well
copyright©PrttyBrd 14/07/2011
 Mar 2014 Samantha wells
Liam
that we exist
that we are whole
that we are worthy
that we are accepted
that we are respected
that we are connected
that we are appreciated
that we are of consequence

that we even matter at all...
I am I the monster
or is society?

**I'm confused.
 Mar 2014 Samantha wells
g clair
My lingering lament
my stuttering sonnet
my book of bewilderment
has your name on it.
 Mar 2014 Samantha wells
g clair
share with me the highlights of your day
and if you choose not to say much
I will listen anyway.
Well I know that we all need some time alone
time to simmer, time to think
and time to not pick up the phone

and I need time to trust in what I feel
am I just thinking there's a distance
or is it something that is real?
It's hard to tell, just now, which is the case
I am not much for deciphering
your moods, it's not my place.

A vacant beach and somewhere a dog's bark
watched a full moon light the ocean
and the beach as it grew dark.
Pedaled past two lovers on a blanket in the sand
it's been so long that I've forgotten
the very memory of your hand.

Share with me of the doldrums of your day
but if you choose not to say much
I will listen anyway.
or just walk with me in silence, hold my hand
and if you're wanting not to touch me
I'll begin to understand
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