They say that love is meaningless
They say that it is everything
They say it hurts
They say it heals
They say it like they know.
But what do they know about love, really?
Do they see it the way I do?
Do they recognize the pure innocence of the young;
And how they look at everything with wonder,
Like a tea-spoon
Do they feel the sinking feeling of your stomach hitting the bottom of the ground
Every single time I see your eyes?
And how it hurts to see them in my dreams.
Do they realize that I'm stronger than the average person
Because my heart is so big I must protect it;
From the control that you have over my life?
Do they understand that I am weak and will rely on you to give me hope
Because my smile will fade and only you can bring it back?
Do they see that I believe not in romance but in love;
And that there is just one person out there for all.
And I can tell from the moment we meet?
Do they hear the song I sing for someone to love the way I do;
Where your heart becomes filled with the hopes and desires
Not of me but everyone else?
Do they feel the call I make from deep within my soul
To wake one day and be half of a whole
And do so everyday until I'm old?
Do they contemplate the existence of life without love;
And come to the same conclusion,
That life without love is no life at all.
Do they wonder why I am a repellent
To all things that my body and mind pray for
Silently as I lie in the meadows of thought?
My whole life, everything I do;
It revolves around you,
And you keep changing,
You always have nice hands
You continuously move and shift through dimensions
While I stay here waiting for your vowel
Not changing at all except for the growing hole only you can fill.
I have not met you properly,
Each time it someone else who wears your mask
I long for the constellations of your skin
To brush the earth of mine
And make new starts and galaxies
That only we can wonder
I am waiting on a drum stool
That replays the pounding of my heart
Full with love and devotion
But no where to place it
For you have not arrived.
They say they understand love but they do not understand at all.
Love consumes you and controls your thoughts
Till you are absolutely nothing but love.
I am love,
with no one loving
To give my love a meaning.
Come and find me
Be my swan.
"I'm fine." is her response.
but, she isn't. she's just hoping to convince herself that she is, when she smiles and tells them she's fine. Just to ease her little mind, she's puts on a mask. She folds up all of her problems and disappointments and shoves them away. Just for the day. Thinking maybe, just for now, she could be happy. Thinking if she forces that fake smile, it would one day become genuine. a real smile. A genuinely happy smile. That's all she ever wanted. But the thing is, nobody knows. nobody knows who she is inside, or how hard it is for her. Not her parents, not her best friend. Because she wears a disguise. And because if they knew, they'd say she's exaggerating. She wants attention. She's just having a bad day. well the bad day turned into a bad night. A bad week. A bad month. A bad year. But she doesn't want a bad life. She doesn't try to make herself miserable. She tries really hard to be happy. Sometimes too hard. She's learned not to expect anything from anyone, because with great expectation comes great disappointment. So much disappointment. Enough to make her sadness turn into emptiness. she's rather be sad than empty.
First impression wasn't the best impression
Plays football and wears Under Armor.
First introduction wasn't a horrible introduction
High voice and still wears Under Armor
First laugh was the best laugh
Once jock turned best friend.
First game was a speechless game
Countless hills gave us multiple wins
Last goodbye was the worst goodbye
Infinite tears and speeches
My twin although we are complete opposites we are still brothers from North America back to Asia :)
What is Love?
I'm not talking about
What she wears Above
Low cut shirts
And tight fitted jeans.
Just to use what's In-between
But what she says.
But it's how we show it
Is always defined,
by a persons Action
Not two people that have
Two people that have,
reason to Believe
The people who show no
I love you soo much Click
Lets see what you're wearing above Click
A couple with
So we both have more,
to talk about.
"What are you doing tomorrow"
"How did your day go?"
Because we all have to borrow,
we're all in debt for the time
In our lives.
And that -First time smile-
Where cheeks are turned,
hearts are burned.
With the same response
"It took you a while"
It takes the right person
To take just a while
To see if smiles aren't
Fake to see if they don't.
Shatter and Break.
A kiss is the biggest,
It means I'm defeated
It means I'm the weakest
Because it has more meaning
Than the greatness
Of just locking lips?
Do you see, what I'm Seeing?
See because were Free
And not just
But we have Free
Reason to Speak
And it gives us Free
I Love You
Are chucked in to the wild
And used soo freely
Would make a person melt
The feelings are warm.
They feel soo familiar
So be careful how they're used
because the words also kill
Are they Free now?
With jewels, clothes, and
materialistic things don't
Bring the Love she brings to me.
"I've been broke(n) all my life"
All the points
Point you in the right direction
For Success to Succeed
This is Reality
And he is the
Monster under your bed
But when you turn the lights on
He isn't afraid
He mocks you and your fear
With his bitter smile
And sour breath
He wears a silky garment
And his blak hair is slicked back
He is conniving and he is silent
But his presence
Is what scares the children at night
He is the one who plants fear
Inside their minds
And he is the one
Who plants fear into your mind
He is slithery and watery
With no form
And no way to catch him
He is Evil itself.
the remnants of a broken down villain
he's waited here in thick silence
with his elaborate plans
drawn on the wall complete with corrections
stick figures in the halflight
crude illustrations of the vocally frustrated
small errors in life represented by
five burnished monkeys cast in bronze
lined up in order of smiles on his mirror wall
the surface of his words
are reflections of the rain
which never comes but stays
in the golden gilded cages of his mind
shes so sweet rides up on her mystery wheel
and starts to strip off the layers
but stops when she reaches her freshly washed skin
and she dose a little dance just for him
shes been trying to get him off this
diesel gas fumes kick he's been on since vietnam
and the burnished brass monkeys break into song
something slow with a nice backbeat
something about the middle east
and the wires that join us all in prosperity
she sells sex in plain brown paper bags
on the street to support the tragic train
they say shes weak but we all know its just makeup
she wears and shes the strongest man alive
she isn't drawing grand designs to conquer the world
but its something shes well on her way to doing anyway
with her backup band
five burnished brass monkeys
each one with a hand on a bible
swearing allegiance to the madness
found in stick figures carved with loving care into
the walls of a madman's eight inch mind
And I've thought,
And I've thoughtfully thought,
With this thinker I have,
As to what I have not.
And I'm growing so tall,
Nearly up to your knee.
And I'm learning as much
As life teaches to me.
I'm thankful for
So very much, it is true.
All the good things I know,
I have learned them through you.
You've showed me how grand
A banana can be.
And those sweet, juicy grapes
You've shared well with me.
Those apricots, peaches,
Sometimes they're quite good.
And those big nectarines
Taste just like they should.
Apples and cherries, they're
Fit for a pie.
And they're all kind of good
For a regular guy.
And, of course, chocolate cake,
Double dutch, I must say,
Can cheer up the grayest,
Most gloom-covered day.
But you know what I found out
Not so long go?
A top-secret secret
You really should know?
A riddle, a mystery,
So well hidden in time,
A secret so secret,
I consider it mine?
It all comes down to pudding.
Oh, it's grand as can be.
It is a treasure of measurely joy,
It is the finest ambrosia,
And that smidgen of joy,
Strong enough to turn a man
Back into a boy.
If it isn't asking too much,
If it's all right with you,
And your Motherly touch,
Would you ever so kindly
And properly see
How much fun my world
Of pudding can be!
Let's have puddin' for breakfast!
And puddin' for lunch.
How about puddin' for supper,
And puddin' for brunch!
Let's have puddin' for Easter!
Now that sounds like fun!
Let's have puddin' on Christmas!
Can it be done?
And Apricot too!
Red Ribbon Puddin'
That's bluer than blue!
With the bilbobs inside,
And I love 'em, those bilbobs
That hickle and hide -
Right where they're crunchy
And scrunchy as new.
I'm sure I don't have to
Explain them to you.
Oh, and Pimple Plum Puddin'
That Gran likes to make.
It's hidden so deep in
Her own puddin' cake.
And it's silky as lemon drops
Left in the sun.
Nothing quite like it when
Grandma is done.
Mom, you have to love puddin'
When Winter is here!
When snowflakes are falling
And Christmas is near!
And you surely love puddin'
When Springtime sneaks in!
You love it so much, Mom,
You want puddin' again!
And again, and again,
And again, 'til it's Summer,
Oh, jello's Ok,
But there ain't nothing funner
Than a bowl full of puddin',
All topped in whipped cream!
With a glazing of Caramel
There's Applesauce Custard,
And there's Strawberry Duff,
Even Toffy Raspberry
With marshmallow fluff.
Oh, and Chocolate truffle,
It tastes like a dream!
And there's Butterscotch Ripple,
And Cookies and Cream!
And that can't be so bad.
What did Dr. Whiff say?
And I quote: "A boy should eat pudding
At least twelve times a day."
And he knows what he's saying,
Because he wears a hat.
Don't you want me thinking
And acting like that?
So, I'll have puddin' for breakfast!
Because it can't be beat,
It's a pleasant delight,
And a most scrumptious treat!
And it's healthy, I say!
And in the very best way-
It'll help me with learning
My lessons today.
It's filled with those itchin's
That make a kid smart.
I'll be better at baseball!
I might understand art.
Mom, It'll help me with homework,
Because my head's super thinkin',
Oh, I'll bet you'll even hear
All my thinkin' gears tinkin'.
I may learn to speak English,
Or Russian, or Greek.
I'll be fluent in something
I know how to speak.
Soon I'll be smart as a wick,
And so very clever.
And I haven't figured anything out yet.
I'll pretty near be a genius,
I'll be running the show.
There won't be a nothing
That I do not know.
So fix me some puddin',
I'll be greatful as tea,
And I'll make you as proud
As a Mom ought to be.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"A balanced diet is a cookie
in each hand."
I could tell whoopers and get you in trouble
or take a lover and run off to Europe, Asia or
Africa where you, mom and gold digger can't find me.
Got some nibbles on the net when I placed an ad
seeking someone to take me away from this
miserable existence I call my no fairy tale life.
I could travel incognito and wear a Burqa in a far
off place where you can't come unless you leave
skank at home wearing shorts up to her parts
that are half covered by tight and short teenager
clothes she still wears to keep you from looking
at all the ladies on facebook you still friend and
chat with behind her back. That would make your
gold digging pissed if she knew what you did
when she wasn't logged to facebook. She thinks she
got you tied to her for eternity and for ever more.
Look at me and mom evil bitch! He was mom's and
now you think he's yours. I'm glad I'm 18 and can
live where ever I want. I found a way to get out of the
country when I get my passport I ordered in a few
weeks. It will be bye bye dad, skank, and baby
sibling I dad never told me about forever. BUT,
I think I will miss my mother even if she is
dumb and believed her life was a fairy tale
then she found out dad the freaking loser was
May God bless me...with Nobility
Futility reminds me of her ability
The Devil"s dress she wears with no contest
I must confess under her stares I'm a mess
Virility blinds thee so very viciously
Temporarily binds me with insanity
Confined is my mind, bewitched by her dance
God hath designed, but the devil"s in her glance
Many men have fell, they never stood a chance
Angels now in hell, still mesmerized in a trance
For you toll thy bell, and try and cry romance
Now forever dwell, forbidden to ever advance
If chivalry has died, then she choked its very last breath
Her Vanity and pride combined, provoked suicidal death
Perfection lies soundly in the sand
Tranquilly next to me on the shore
But if it's you that holds her hand
You too, shall be cursed forevermore
Insecure in her skin a
Human breathing puppet
Why don't you open the door
Welcome her inside
Let her know there's
Somewhere she belongs
That girl is lonely
Wears her heart on her sleeve
She wants to be found
Wants to belong to somebody
That girl has no one
Nowhere she belongs
This is a shout out to the world
For someone to find her
That girl is hidden
Behind books and poetry
That girl is dying inside
That girl is me
I'm broken and
I'm not the person
You wanted me to be
But you can have
All these shattered
Pieces of me