Hurt
Effect it has
Makes me strong
A better human

If only I could express my love to you on another level,
For you to feel every word I carve with a diamond’s bevel..
My ways are seen as a riddle or a puzzle,
but it’s only a muzzle,
On me,
You can’t stand my creativity,
You call it smothering..
I mean no harm,
I just crave you,
and your reciprocation too..
I can’t obey when expressing is my only way,
Pushing to get through
to the one and only YOU!
I need your touch,
doesn’t take much,
let me synch with your heartbeat
we could be in harmony
you would complete me...

as I lie in bed off tune and defeated,
I wait until the next day for my notes to be repeated...

A life half expressed
may as well be dead
To me.

I fell inlove with the words,
not the writer
I fell inlove with the message,
not the sender
I fell inlove with the voice,
not the singer
I fell inlove with the choreography,
not the dancer
I fell inlove with the art,
not an artist
Yet I fell inlove with the solver,
but not the solution
You were the solver
And you solved me

- peanutbuttqn

We are expressionist in our own actions and in our own words
You can speak, act and feel all those joy and misery you have
for there are a thousand ways to express one's self
sometimes we can't find the right words to convey our feelings
Don't be sad if you can't write your emotions in rhymes, a true poet is beyond that
You can be free in your own feelings, then
If you can't write it, why not dance it with the rhythm of your music
If you can't dance it, why not paint it with every stroke of your brush
If you can paint it, why not sing it with every syllable your tongue twisted
If you can't sing it, why not cry it with every tear your heart bleed
If you can't cry it, why not hug someone with all your might
and be with that person until you feel better
Everyone deserves to be free, to be happy and to be sad
And it up to you to be that expressionist of your own emotions

Here you are awaiting my inevitable return from work

With your dough eyed expression, purring static moans

Eager, for another pouch of 'Darcey's Fish Mix'

Unwillingly able to backoff, so I can find some clearance

In order to serve you, my pets; my overbearing bundle of fur

Whom I truly love, forever and always.

You may never love me
I wonder what to do,
I'll be at the end of the tunnel waiting
But I might never be with you.

This is a sad day for me,
It's already time to go to bed,
I can't think of a worse hell
Than trying to get you out of my head.

N+A for never...

I've bent my mouth up to my ear
Believing in the stuff belief is made of
Milk replaced by silky biers
Losing my fingers to the Barren Baron Dove

Hurts to admit I'm stealing away
A curly knife held to my ear
Simple, crimpled, waning days
Throw unto the heart of the pier

Lark and tumble
Bark and fumble

Still those tired eyes of dust
I have found the beveled rhythm
Among the pristine clouds of rust,
Entropy's daily rhythm

Wake away the roaring morning
Rising heat in waxing dawn
Spend the many days adorning
The beating pulse of the fawn

Stupefied, nullified
Numb and in crumbs
A stump to the vein
A lump of sweetened pain