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patrick-leehy
you dont need my bio. just know that thinking is the most powerful weapon of the world and not thinking can be a good destructive defense to avoid troubling things, and i am a thinker with one strong weapon.
A piercing call has reached my phone Screeching in my ears And calling up a thought that I have hung up Worse yet I have let you go to voice mail Your calls ring out in my brain Telling me you didn't want this And that you did want it But I don't know Your a complex machine You have to many wires I can't follow how they are strung Your functions are endless And I could have done anything with you And yet I could not turn you on And press your buttons Or maybe I just didn't want to I was to scared that if you were on I would take you out and lose you Because I have lost many things before And whenever I get used to something It powers off or is lost or is broken All this from one call I'd say it's quite a feat To call this much out From the past messages of my mind Your obviously programed in my memory Your a favorite a charished contact And i miss your not so frequent calls
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:57 AM UTC
one call
i have you say on a day quite like today that your favorite couples you see are not you and me i belive that we mesh together just like the bird and the feather and we shall fly just as high i can see you now, sitting there your hand carresing your hair and day after day it amazes me the beauty that i do see your beauty runs deep through and past your body and out with your every peep it coarses through your complex mind and gives me awe that i have found such a wonderful find i want to hear you say that your favorites are you and i we do mesh together and i am as high as a blazed bird and as you sit ther i wish your hands were mine just so that i be closer to the beauty that is you your beauty runs though you into me making me better, stronger and together we are a wonderful find
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:49 AM UTC
if your hands were mine
keep fighting youngster your thought controls your mind and you mind controls your body so dont let your hope fall in the dumpster i know who you are and then again i dont but i can tell without a doubt that you wont fall from this earth, like a shotting star your a fighter you will make it through this and when you do your life will never shine brighter please i expect good news and when it comes i want to know let me know, these are your dues
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
poem for the girl with cancer
im not in the mood to write im not in the mood to read im just to tired to tell wrong from right tired of ******** tired of lies tired of playing the game and im done with it
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
tired
i hear things i dont know where it comes from or who or what creates these things i hear these sounds crescendo to a fortress of acceptance they sing sad songs because that is what my mind holds dear haunting melodies of sweet love gone sour make my head sway with a sense of knowing because these songs are my stories and in my mind i dont need to cower from a house singing dark melodies i can arrange those tunes so others will know my pain i hear things and yes i may sound crazzy but keep quiet please just for a moment while i finish this song
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:32 AM UTC
sounds
why everynight do i say goodnight to the world? honestly i dont know is it because i feel lonely? dont think so is it i feel i need to? na thats not it i think its because i feel a conection to every single one of you even those i dont know because i can feel how my thoughts and actions will travel around this world bumping into you at school pushing him over the edge pulling her back from falling i just know my actions dont stop with me and i know my thoughts make my actions
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:28 AM UTC
goodnight world
every night i fall asleep thinking thinking of what is and what could be and i wonder why all these things happen to me i know that all this crap that is will only expand my thinking my life will be something not because i have avoided trouble no, because i stood on the sidelines and got swept in because of the guidelines everywhere i have seen things that trouble and i know something i know that this world can change i know that we can live to make a difference and live life for the answer not the question and ask yourself this question can we really make a difference if the world doesnt change?
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Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 1:23 AM UTC
what is and what could be