so darling, sit under this tree
that protected you from the pelting stones
grey skies looming overhead
they can't scare you
you have emerald knights
wish for them to stop you
in the name of needing some thrill
you know the rope wasn't a swing
i see you dug a hole
a void to throw all these memories away
in the shadows of this tree
secrets shall be kept
and as dark clouds loomed by,
branches desperately flailed
keeping out the acids in vain
the waters wrapped itself around you
why were you smiling?
you weren't the memory meant to be thrown away.
I don't see how u can talk to someone off and on for over2 yrs and follow their every keystroke and see what and who they talk to and listen to them thru the speakers on the computer and if I didn't cover the camera would be able to see us also.....and then see theyre on a dating site and either u had a profile already or made one up to meet me. That is a lot of following and listening and reading their online happenings...only to meet them from the dating site. Which how u even knew that id date you is odd unless u were just hoping. I realized that when my brother died last year.....that was you I was talking to wasn't it??? Do you know how special that is to me and my heart? I didn't have anyone to help ,me thru that and you were there. I wanted to thank you so very much. I don't see how u can do all these tracings of my actions and talk to me at the most horrific time of my life thus far and then not tell me that its you..... I will never under stand why u didn't tell me.... I so wished you would have cus the things would have turned out so much different. I just thought u were some dude who was a cheating pig....and wasn't thinking too serious about anythg cus I knew u wont leave "her". that's why I never asked u too and or even brought it up cus ive seen the shows where they say they'll leave but never do so why ask? but if id had known u were frozen heart and soule shawn I would have looked at things differently. I would have taken things and rearranged them to fit into my life better. I owe the person or man who talked to me and helped me get thru each day when john died a lot..... cus If it wasn't for u I don't think id been ok. Also If id known you were the holder of my heart and would have told me things instead of not saying much....it would have ended up in the way u wanted it to be. Not this way where I will be sad and pissed yet upset for not knowing u were the one who makes me happy cus to me you are perfect and perfect for me as well... God I miss u more then u will ever know,,, I wish I could hug and kiss u.... and sit and talk ....but its not gonna happen and it just makes me want to cry but I keep getting headaches when I cry....so I don't like to.... Im so grateful that I was with u for the year and a half we spent together.....wish it would have lasted for ever though instead...cus I wont ever stop wanting u....ILY!!!
I felt cold air biting at my ankles
while I caught a glimpse of you across the street
I don't know if I was prepared
to see you holding her hand.
I wanted to count the seconds
to see if you dropped hers as fast as you did
why do you have to be
so goddamn beautiful.
I can't help thinking
that you keep her so you can have someone to own.
The opportunity to sculpt her mind
with a new language
to carve out new shapes for her eyes with your tongue
in more ways than one.
It's selfish of me.
I just long for you still
when I remember
in some bittersweet way
the nights where you looked at me
like I was delicate.
Now our eyes repel one another.
just once more
look at me with your lips
and kiss me with your eyes.
I want to feel something again.
Told dumb bitch I didn't write nothing about her.
Did dumb bitch believe nobody is ignorant like her?
Hell no dumb bitch started robbing and stealing and lying
about how poems of all on here are hers and said hell no when
all on here asked dumb bitch to remove poems.
That returned me to thinking all blacks do shit like lie and steal.
I don't have black friends and none live in my neighborhood
so how the hell do I know what blacks do and how they are?
People where I live are mainly ignorant cause we ain't
exposed to much except for seeing a lot of trees and white people like us.
Somebody explain to dumb ass bitch in broken speech and her native
English my objective for posting damned cl posts on here.
Dumb ass bitch learned nothing from ignorance I copy pasted
off craigslist the home of biggest populations of dumb assholes
in the history of the internet and the world.
If I was still on craigslist I would have called her some names
for going after me and stealing my freaking poems.
Thought about calling her a stupid n word but
I learned her ignorance got nothing to do with race.
She is ignorance because she was born that way.
Mind boggling how someone can get mad and go mad
over minor shit like what she went all whack job over.
I don't like that ignorant bitch and she's embarrassing to her race.
You always know
The one you are looking for
Or secretly loving
Is never the one you will get
Because the one
Can't be founded
Will suddenly appear
Or is right in front of you
gospel i: (burn your hearts)
Burn your hearts, you supposed lovers.
Burn your heart until the pain disappears and you are free from the darkness.
Burn your heart until it is a husk among ash.
The smoke that rises will shine in the light.
Breathe in the smoke, you supposed lovers, and shine in the light.
Leave the space in your chest empty but for the husk, and the ash.
Leave the space empty so that when the light comes you have room for it in your chest.
When the light comes, burn your bodies, you supposed lovers.
Burn your body until it is a husk among ash.
Free the light from your chest.
Let it spill out of you.
Let it expand to fill the space your body leaves behind.
Let it expand, and expand again, until it floods the universe with light.
You, supposed lovers. You are filled with darkness, and you are alone.
Burn your hearts, together.
Reach your hands into eachother’s chests, and light the fire, together.
Together, you will become one fire, and you will know love, and you will bring light into the darkness.
You will become the fire.
The fire shines with life.
The smoke shines in the light.
Shine with the smoke in the light from the fire.
Light will burn away the darkness.
The light cannot die.
The fire will burn your heart and then your body.
In pain and the fire, you will die.
You will become the fire. You will become the light.
The light is eternal.
You are a husk; you are ash.
Poem a day, day 13
Fuck John Key
Why not, he has pretty much said 'Fuck New Zealand'
We say we don't want something,
He says we are 'uneducated and ignorant'
Well guess what John Key?
You're responsible for the state of our education system.
We arrange referendums on important issues
He states he has no intention of abiding by the outcome.
Fuck you John Key.
You fuck us
You fuck our environment
You fuck our economy.
Screw the masses to promote the elite.
The poor get poorer
So your rich mates get richer
There's one talent you do have.
You don't have a talent for handshakes
Or earning respect
But you know how to keep the poor down.
Take away everything.
Cut their benefits so they can't survive
(Just ask the food banks)
Make getting quality education harder without money.
Take away support systems.
Well you know what?
The poor might get knocked back,
Start to believe there's no point in voting,
Feel powerless... for a while.
As you make the number of poor grow
They will realise they are the majority.
They will rise up, so...
You're going to be FUCKED
How about now?
now was then and this is now,
that was now turned into when,when now was then but now it's now and now I know
but when it's then is it now or then or then again
was it ever then when now was now?
A feeling of glass shards running deep through your veins;
A Metaphor For Love
when my words come together like glue on paper it is razors cutting my tongue
it is blood trailing these ceramic floors
and i must apologize,
for my mind is coming undone and I know
how silly these things can be,
how love can make you teach a grown man about the way his eyes stump you every single time with a feeling running so deep you felt every bone in your body ignite before they broke into infinite little pieces
And did you know dear
That I loved you
did you know
what loneliness could do?
And you aren't here anymore dear
you left you sweater on the kitchen table and went straight for the door that day
I shut the blinds and shed my skin and waited for the end of May
and i only wish that by August
I'll be able to wake up
to the sun shining a warmth that only you could have given me
that you never gave me
and If you only knew
how I attempted to steal that warmth
when I tried to tear out the thorns in your side
and wear them as my own
even though I knew better
than to walk around bearing someone elses pain
I could not help but think-
it must be terribly unnerving to be cared for by a poet, to think of all the times they stay up late writing metaphors for your skin and how Words Aren't Enough
How I wasn't enough
Poem thief can have my poems if it means you continue to share pieces of you.
Joined this site to get to know you and will not stay here if you go away.
Not into twitter or myspace but will join to be near you and hope you don't mind.
I pray you allow me to be part of your crowd on your private Facebook.
You inspired me to write poetry and to get better at what's difficult for me.
I don't smoke cigarettes to calm my nerves or drink booze to numb a man's pain.
Admitting I'm a grown ass man reading your leaving comments and about to cry.
You affect more lives than you realize Betty Ponder and I glad you shared about you.
The one who steals poems can steal this one too it will mean more will know my feelings.
Glad that I got to read the pieces of you that you cared to share.
I posed a how do you know question to my parents about knowing if it's love.
Answer was when a person leaves your life and it makes you feel like
you can't breath and you get extremely sad when they leave and you want to
swallow your pride and get down on your hands and knees and beg them not to go.
I'm sad thinking you are leaving and I wont get to read pieces of you but still
got butterflies in my stomach thinking of you and want to beg you not to go.