Art comes FIRST. The rest is just a side dish.
In a dream I heard your name,You were mine, mine alone.I was grief-stricken and felt the blameBecause I couldn't give you a home.All I knew was that my love,Was bigger than the love I hold myself.I love you child, where ever you are.My heart will be your shelter.For in that brief moment you shook my world, I'm shaking now that your gone.You were the proof of love aboveAll other but now it's done and I'm alone.©myles_mayer
#searching #thoughts #desire
I have searched
I have searched for you,In every corner, pub and dream.And though I know where you are,I haven't been able to find you©myles_mayer
#cheater #integrity #riseabove #ethics #honesty
You are utterly worthless,You cannot keep a promise you have pledged.Therefore you are incapable of loving.Because those who love for real know and you will never.I will shout so all of your kind may hear.You are undeserving and I am not afraidTo throw this stone, and bear the thousand darts of anger.Yet no amount of arrows will justify what you have done.You will go your own way, your face is grey and blurred.No identity, no face and no name but a black heart.A cold heart that does not care what love endured.There is nothing good I will say about you.You and your kind are all equally worthless in my eyes.My mind is bewildered and shocked.My soul takes pity on yoursAnd my heart you will never see, for yours is forever unworthy.So is our battle crySo is our victory through our pain. That we may find love in our comrades. The ones who through the hell of battle stayed true, unrelenting and faithful. Search your soulI hope you will be unmoved by my words. ©myles_mayer
#hubris #EqualityForAll #men #women #love #growth
Stereotypes are nothing worth to be taken seriously. It is even more of a tremendous frustration when this kind of thinking happens in relationships. There is nothing a man can do better than a woman and vice versa. I cannot explain to myself why someone would even suggest that boys or girls are two categories which behave differently because of their sex, and I wouldn't even dream of suggesting it in the words I write. There are only people, single entities which behave according to their beliefs, fears and what not. We can't condemn or justify actions because of sex or any other reason that would contemplate putting someone in a large group. You are what you do regardless of your sex, ethnicity or whatever. There are no better categories just better people, and we can achieve our betterment only through our actions. If anyone suggests something else, they are completely full of shit, especially those who deem themselves artists. I pity those people.©myles_mayer
#change #love #healing #positivethinking #inspiration #you
Damn Long Time
Should we never see each other again, I thank you.As of now, though you may not know it,I've felt curiosity the likes of which I haven't feltin a damn long time.Should all our words be forgotten one day,This moment is bigger than anything elseOne night, one conversation is all I needed. I've been waiting a damn long time. All I needed to feel the desire I had to possess you,One hour, one minute, one second.And that thought is good enoughFor it had been a damn long time.When you leave, I may weep.And I am terrified of letting you go. I must confess that I am amazed. It's been a damn long time. Since I've been shook so strongly. Since I've been afraid of losing. Since I knew what I wanted. It's been a damn long time.©myles_mayer
#building #positivevibes #poetrysociety #poem #poetryisnotdead #lovequotes #love #healing
True love starts with integrity.The building block of all that is true,real and honest.True love starts with self improvement.So that you may find your soul mate no matter the adversity.True love starts with loving yourself.No one can love you more and it will keep you clear headed.Be true to what you are, you don't need to hide.Be under the spotlight with your inner peace when your kindred spirit will come searching for you.©myles_mayer
Jack of all traits
I am the jack if all traitsMaster of noneI am a work in progressThat will never be doneI'm the voice of simplicityThat echoes within youI am your strength and inabilityTo cure what ails youI am the jack of all traitsMaster of noneThat which I seek and given by fateThat which I have and that which is gone©myles_mayer
As I scavange for inspiration I constantly see work from other well intentioned writers who develop quotes and poems based on heart break. I find that relatable as any, we've all done it in our own way.What I don't understand is the extra baggage that tends to be put out in the works. You'll find love, success, your path if you're willing to work for it and along that same road you will find heartbreak, failure, a fuck ton of mistakes and what not. All I'm saying is, poetry and art are a great way to cope and discover yourself but aren't objective truths yet mere but beautiful interpretations. The truths we seek come from our own determination not from some relatable sentence we read or write on the Internet. Be the change, be better, learn who you are and what you want to become. You are your own master. And if you relate to this, don't take my word for it, experience it for yourself. There is no such thing as "I can't". Much Love©myles_mayer
#forgiveness #poetry #poetrycommunity #poets #positivethinking
I will forgive your actionsFor I don't believe your blow was meant to kill.And although I've seen my heart fall ill,I forgive you and I always will.I will forgive youTo save myself from the darknessThat lingering resentment bearsI hope you will too. ©myles_mayer
We are all artistsAnd you are no exception.For you too create. You cannot denyThat creations have risenFrom ashes inside. You are an artist the hate, the love you nurture Has been created ©myles_mayer
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An ebullient demeanor, she craves for,but a desolate one, she settles for.Inhaling the stench of her sins, she survives,but she cannot for long, for within her, the noxious demon thrives.A jaunty beat she once heard, is now static,with her heart fragmenting, her pieces pretend to be ecstatic.The caress of her memories is just a fleeting serenity, for the thorns of her remorse taste the blood of insanity.A myriad of stars, she never sights,for sable nightmares adorn her nights.Soulful cries of her dreams sing her to sleep,her faint sparks of hope, they plead to keep.Some day, she'll listen beyond her deafening screams,and look towards the radiant beams.With her fire of faith, she'll ignite her dawn,and watch her emboldening flames burn all day long.©girl_in_white | Vaishnavi.
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Don't play for the reward .
Instead, keep playing to get entertained,.And, yeah. Pain and injuries are the only things your play will be followed with.But still remember that, the bruises and wounds you suffered now;Will one day make you feel honoured...-Mann©munazilla
An ode to Shakespeare's Othello
Under the duvet of nightSecret amour blossomed in their hearts...The eyes filled with love...Saw past the colours of skin...A maiden fair....loved the dark moor....Poison ivy of envy spite...Wove webs of perfidy in people's minds...Twisted plans, cold malice...Love cursed by thousand lies...The strands of trust that bound the two....Got frayed by the traitor, Iago...He poisoned Othello's thoughts...Plunging his mind in dubeity...Whispered lies about the valiant's wife And Cassio,his own adversary..... That was where it all began...Othello, the pawn of evil plans...At first he did not believe,For mistrust he could not conceive..But soon the trust was tarnished dark...As the spurious claims made their mark...Demanded Othello, misled...To see the kerchief he'd gifted Poor Desdemona unable to show....Got slurred by the enraged Othello...Burning in jealousy, blinded by rageDeath was what he decided to wage...She pleaded till her last breath....As he throttled her in the bed...But soon the moorSaw through Iago's lies.... Remorse and grief filled his eyes....Anger pulsed through his veins...He thrust his blade through the renegade...But to claim his life was not his aim...He granted him eternal pain...Mired by grief and regret...Othello knifed himself to death...Alas, he repined for his sin...But the subterfuge could not win....He slowly died beside his wife...Putting an end to the coursing strife....They were lovers wrenched apart by life.....In the depths of death their souls unite...