Biography of Taylor Hodges
My name is Taylor, I am fifteen, and I have a passion for writing. I have many interests and emotions to go with my scattered personality, and I am obsessed with anything 'Art.' I hope to relate to some people on here. If you like my poetry, feel free to message me. Thanks <3
Taylor Hodges Poems
Is It Really A Heart?
What is it inside that heart of yours? Could you even call it a heart? Your heart is not a heart. It is a cold block of ice resting inside the deep cavity they call a body.
Stand tall, look out at the ocean, you deserve that. Not just the surface, But the entirety and depth that holds every drop. Pick up a handful of white beach sand,
Her skin Brightened in pale light The moon shone on, and There he sat,
Still lying in bed, Late morning, And through the curtains in my room, The color of air is burning amber.
I Am Me
Godforsaken tragedy My mistaken sanity I have one last memory Of the girl i wanna be
Waves from the ocean crash along the beach, There is a breeze blowing across my skin. It feels like a warm breath on my bare shoulders Summer should be carefree
Starlight By Morning *
The One Who Got Away
We were best friends You were driven By passion A writer and an artist you had been.
It was night, and there were no stars. Innocent curiosity got the best of us and we spoke to one another. A laugh started it and, of course, a hint of dramatic
Tragedy overruns me... Forgotten love is falling, fallen... Gone. Down to a point of complete solitude Dark in the fortress of my mind
I'm standing in a wasteland, Dark nothingness pauses at my fingertips, Then envelops me. These are times that take every ounce of strength
I'm standing in a wasteland,
Dark nothingness pauses at my fingertips,
Then envelops me.
These are times that take every ounce of strength
To make it through
One of these days i will see the sunshine
Warm and bright on my face
I'll make it
You'll make it too
Love will find you <3