#imnotapoet

[tobedetermine2020]

And if I open the door?

I was close for business, I build a wall so nobody can come in, recently I needed to breath, I was in need of fresh air and I open a small window in my fortress and poetry sleep in, that make me happy, that make me release some of my stress, then with in my fortress I remember I like to read and that inspire me.

I been wondering these days and if I open the door and if I put down the wall and if I look up to the sun? Would love come back to me? Would I have the chance to fall in love again? ... I will think about open a door.

[narnianathogwarts394]

Oh look, it's some of my amateurish poetry. Wrote it in about five minutes, just to appreciate today's warm weather. #poetry #imnotapoet #justwantedtoshare #pleasedonthate #summerseve #summerscents

[splattersaurus]

Day 5 - "Long" Old Gudrun the baker Was just a little weird. He had a shiny-dome on top, And thus grew out his beard. Not for over-compensation, But for a joy that's true. For he taught his Viking brethren Men can love skipping too. #Inktober #vikingjam #imnotapoet #dowhatmakesyouhappy

[donnachanel]

this person who inspired this poem is completely irrelevant to my life now whooohooooo who would’ve known

[triluni]

На полу он сидел, Кость объедая, Под светом тусклым подбитой лампы. Провод закрытый спускается в ванную, Благо лезвием не пораненный. Все в этой комнате будто разряжено: Кровь сгущается, в лужи стекается, Зеркало битое в спирте валяется Пьяная рожа в нем размывается. Только вчера вы после свидания Пьяные вусмерть, совсем без сознания, Комнату сняли, да бутылку купили Вина дорогущего, а за ним - истязания. Роза красивая вышла, стекольная, Вся темно-алая, полная Сабнава, "Убью я ее.. ", - пришла недалекая. Куча эмоций, куча похабного.  И с безумством сносились все вазы, Так жестоки с ним чувства были. Алкоголем был крепко связан, В телефоне басы трубили, Затмевая громкие стоны, А потом и скрипы. В воде бездыханное тело. Мальчик знал, как же стать счастливым. А девочку просто жизнь не жалела.

[stargazinginhell]

Love That Was Never Really Lost

I'm crying over lost love. No, not my own. Two dear friends who fell quickly into love, fell out at just the same speed. Two people who once pledged their love and almost officiated with a ring changed their minds. Two devoted hearts turned to neglect. I'm crying for the times there was joy, affection and love. I'm crying because what once was always 5, is now 4. I'm crying for the one who now struggles to find self love. I'm crying for the person who is facing consequences for their rash actions. Two people who thought they weren't in love anymore realized they loved each other more than they could imagine. I'm crying because they realized much too late. I'm crying over lost love.

[whenlifegivesyourottenpears]

It all came falling down.

This is something I wrote during a time in my life when those who I loved were leaving me, the one I was in love with was taken from me (at least it wasn’t her death though), and all of my life was changing drastically without having any control. I thought this time in my life would never end, I am glad that I was wrong, but my emotions were so strong that they almost weren’t even there. (I don’t write poetry and I’m not a practices writer, these are just some of my thoughts.)

I try to “dig down deep” into my soul, trying to access those emotions that I know I’ve hidden away. It seems I’ve hidden them well, I can’t seem to feel any of them. I want to feel. I’ll give myself a chance to turn them over in my soul. The pain was so much, the fear consuming and confusion came soon after. My walls built up, I could feel my heart hardening; quickening with worry. 

I try to take things into my own hands: “It all has to work out doesn’t it,”...”No need to worry, I’ll find the answers,”...”Am I giving myself false hope?” I came to know that I don’t need to know. Things don’t always end the way I want, which seems to happen more often than not. 

Still waiting. Reach your hand out to me, let the warmth of your touch graze me, make the cool wave of emotion flood over me. Suffocate me with it till I long to scream, confine me, force me, I long to bleed. 

“Breath in, breathe out,” reassuring myself, “ and just say FUCK IT!” 

[dessie0621]

Your mom is also a bitch. #fuckeveryone #yourmomisabitch #butimgorgeoustho #imnotapoet #FUCKYOU #YOURMOMSAHOE https://www.instagram.com/p/BqbLU69HpnP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=f8zei9ogyu8m

[somethingsabher]

I don't believe I've ever cared until now. At least not in the sense of another's happiness outside of my kids. In previous relationships, I just wanted to be in a relationship instead of BEING in the relationship. I merely wanted to be seen as someone that was desired, which meant I needed to be in a relationship to prove that a man found me desirable. It's different now because I desire to be with him. I crave his affection and touch. I catch myself smiling when I think of him. I love to look at our photos to stare at his smile. I take pride in the fact that he is happy in our pictures. It's the simple thought that he's possibly smiling because of us, which is mentally and physically stimulating. He pushes me mentally in ways that no man has ever done. So yes, I am addicted to his smile. And the thought of creating it. I am addicted to him and his overall well being. #somethingsabouther #mrpockets #hisloveisstimulating #imnotapoet (at Avondale, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnC8CQgHWMP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1riidp4ar19it

[lakkatwork-blog]

I am enough!!!!

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting Your heart's longing.   It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool For love, for your dream, For the adventure of being alive.   It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, If you have been opened by life's betrayals, Or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.   I want to know if you can sit with pain, Mine or your own, Without moving To hide it or fade it or fix it.   I want to know if you can be with joy, Mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.   It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.   I want to know if you can see beauty Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your life From its presence.   I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, And do what needs to be done.   It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand In the centre of the fire with me And not shrink back.   It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you From the inside When all else falls away.   I want to know if you can be alone With yourself, And if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments, You can be everything you need.    Lakshmi Ashok

[ddotkid]

#pentopaper #writingonthecommute #poem #imnotapoet #writtenbyhand #alltheedits

[dulcetcandi]

Lost in wonderland

I'm at a lost

Suck at the fork in the road

Analyzing the signs

On which way to go

I just want to go home

But don't want to be alone

So I'll just wait until my departure date

[natsuonigawa]

As the Summer came and went the flame that I held for you in the pit of my stomach slowly fades. The spring so full of sweet smells and lukewarm hugs, the leaves born anew others fallen and forgotten. Winter when your Ice cold skin and ice cold smile set out consumed me. Slowly but surely it ends and regret is heavy. #imnotapoet #seasons (at Gwinnett County, Georgia)

[jstar2307]

Smile

Laying in my bed I was smiling because I was feeling good. I thought to myself why am I smiling. Usually I would stop smiling because that's weird. But nope I kept smiling because I don't know when I'm going to get another chance to smile and be happy. I continue the negativity that usually clouts my mind with a smile. Because I want to be happy in this moment. Nothing is certain, someone might upset me later on or something might pissed me off but right now I smile and keep smiling because I don't know when I will smile again.

[anzzia-blog]

If you see this...

Yes, this is for you. And clearly I've been on your mind too. So the only question that remains is.... what's stopping you?

[destroying-creatively]

Days blend to nights, and nights to days, and as I strive for positivity I’m positively drained.

The waves and sand still break upon the shore of strange, as the sunsets change from gray to fantastically coloured shades.

But my mind fall behind stuck in grayer ways, but I'm sure my feelings will remain the same. And if it kills me more than heals me, maybe it's better off that way.

If it tears me apart, if I drown in the sea. I'll watch the waves keep breaking as I drift further from the beach.

But they'll keep turning and churning despite of all of that, even if my body was dragged out further back. 

Behind the coral reefs and all the beauty, I'll sink to where the ocean bed turns flat, and wish it wasn't already to late to still turn my time with you back.