Always the poet... Never the poem.
Peace is not the opposite of chaos, But a calm within the storm. A stillness in the midst of turmoil, A light that keeps us warm.
By Will Shimnom Simonabout a year ago in Poets
Your memory ripples through my mind, An aftershock of joy now left behind. The ghost of your smile, a whisper, a line -
Do not be the one who leaves, For in departing, one bereaves The heart of all that it held dear, Leaving behind a void of fear.
When we were young, we believed in dreams And chased them with abandon, it seems Our hearts were full of hope and wonder
Give me a flagon of joy, Let me get drunk with happiness. Fill my cup to the brim, Let laughter and mirth flow in. Let me forget, let it be like a drink,
In the aftermath of death, we search for ways to cope. We cry and scream and break things, our grief too much to hold.
Leaving is a journey we all must take, A path that leads to new horizons we make, It's a bittersweet departure from the known,
Unleash the floodgates of emotion, let them surge and crash upon you. Feel the pain, the regret, and the bittersweet joy
If I you were my dream girl, my love, I'd explore the depths of your mind. I'd delve into your thoughts so bright, And leave no stone unturned behind.
The light has left your eyes, As I hold your hand this last time. A lifetime of memories arise, Even as I know you must climb.
The magic of a rainy day Is like a symphony at play With notes of droplets falling down And a rhythm that's all around.
Do not mold yourself to fit another's form, keep your edges rough, do not smooth away your scars. The lines on your hands tell a story all their own,