#chased
Smiles all over.
All I ever wanted.
Was occurring.
Just got back.
From my dark days.
Life seemed clear.
Then You came.
Gave Your sweet words.
And it was on.
Slowly it become more.
And more.
I fell.
Like no other.
When reality struck.
It showed me flames.
My love for you.
Came unknowingly.
Decided to show You.
Love.
But all you gave.
Was tears.
I received a ticket.
Out.
I took it.
I ran.
You chased.
Silence took over.
Then
I chased back.
You acknowledged.
But when it spilled.
You ran away.
And left me.
In the darkness.
Of my uncertainties.
You are the love I gained unknowingly.
And.
The love I throw away knowingly.
For my sanity.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
I hope you know
That I miss you
The problem is
I’ve chased
For too long
The problem is
I’ve chased
Too many people
So for now
I wait
For a message
To see
What I
Really am
To you
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
The spider is the name
OF male and female
The spiders have forty
Thousands of mainly
Count kind but only
One hundred of several
Kind can be divided
The main act is the female
Who responsible of house
Building and take care
The holy Quran said
In the main of the Surratt
Spider that the weakest
House at the world
Is the spider's house
The explanation of Quran
Said it is the strings
As it built its house
At entrance of the cave
The enemies of prophet said
The prophet and his friend must not
Enter at that empty cave
As the strings of the spider
Must be cut and flied at air
The modern scientists discovered
By taking the genes if those
Weaken strings at eyes
They put them at the *******
Of Nigeria lands' goats
They got strong protect chests
Of shot used by persons
Who are exposed to dangerous
The Islamic explanation got false
And they said your Qur'an has not true
The Muslims still weak
Their science still stick
By their bad old things
There is a social scientist
Who looked at the south east
Of Asian for spider's knowledge
He reached that the edge
Of knowing "how they could
Build their house at wide street"
He found at the night
When the traffic be light
At the high speed way
It can ascended at a way
From the light column in hurry
Tying its string strongly
At the height of column
And crossing the way
Making its string
By his mouse only
And two hand also
Spinning its long string
Till it reaches the other column
It ascended it speedy
Still spinning the string
And tying it at the height
Tension and strong
It crossing at that hanging
That weak string
Making another string
Till it making its home
She got a sticky thing
At some parts and corners
When the prey was in
It looked by its six or eight eyes
It has also eight legs
The miracle of Quran
Is not only at the names of the Surats
But also the verses in surats
There are three names of insects
Bees ,ants and spider
Who till Mohammad that
The bees live at groups
The ants do the same things
But the spider does the other
It lives only by its matter
The spider has eight legs
The male gets a big insect
And gave it to its lover as a present
When she begins to eat
He begins its love
When he ends
He must run
Fastest ,fastest
Or he will be the love
The love's martyr
As she turns to injects him
Till he lost its world
Not by love
But by the drugged
She begins to ****
***** every useful thing
Of his victim body
The true rule appeared
The spider inner house
Is the weakest
When she puts her eggs
She take care of them
Let those eggs
Go to the victim
When it puts at the web
The strings vibrates
The spider looks
The victim got stuck
It tried to escape
It could do nothing
She lost its force
The spider looks
When she sees it big
She releases
To avoid the ****** fight
When she sees small at bright
She ran at speed
When she gets stick
She gets something
To avoid that matter
And runs as she could
She injects
Then she wraps
After that she eats
She takes care of hers
Her eggs of course
Till the day of gotten
Small spiders of eggs
Every one chased the other
Not as a game
But as a hunter
Every one eat the other
Every one **** the other
The big crime
Was gotten of the mother
She chased her child
One by one to hunt
All of them gets the matter
Of the anger and hate
spider
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
My mother: she is a storm.
Fate & Destiny chase her,
but the wolf is Defiant.
Fate & Destiny are a net,
which ensnare the wolf,
but when has a net,
ensnared the canine?.
The storm is Defiant,
Fate & Destiny are chased.
The Storm is Coming!
-Elijah Rose ©
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Ran away when they chased us.
Escaped when were caught.
And when we'll get cornered,
We'll choose to fight back!
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
She was running
Running fast
She was chased
Chased by yesterday
She was fleeing
Fleeing from the world
She was haunted
Haunted by regret
She is gone
Gone in the sunrise
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
Nightmares. I hate them.
They keep me awake,
They torture me.
They won’t let me wake up.
“Sleep! Sleep!” they say.
“Stay awake! Watch out!” they taunt.
So tired….
I’m falling…it’s so dark.
I grasp air, scramble for a hold.
I find it!
I scrape my hands and hit my leg
The jolt and the pain wakes me again.
I can’t sleep.
It’s not safe in the dark
Ah! I can’t stand the light
Nightmares…Dammit! I hate them!
My dearest, yes, that’s it.
My darling!
My love, he keeps me safe.
He’ll talk to me; comfort!
No, he’s sleeping.
I cannot bother him.
Sleep.
Nightmares.
Falling….
No!
My love…yes, there it is.
He’s so warm, I can feel it now.
Mmm, my darling;
he will not let me fall.
He will always hold on
Despite myself, despite my temper
Despite my rants, despite my antics.
Through all the…the…
Anger!
Frustration!
Overexcitement and
Fear!
Distress and worry!
Paranoia!
**** those nightmares!
I can’t help it.
I’m sorry.
I just….
So much feeling.
I get…
Jumbled.
I get…
Mixed up?
I don’t know
He helps me.
Holds me.
Loves me, even.
How?
I cry and scream,
I back away,
He follows.
I’m sorry.
I just get so jumbled.
He holds me.
I’m so tired…
Sleep, oh sleep….
I close my eyes
And I’m falling.
It’s so dark, hands are grabbing for me.
The light, I want to find it
But I can’t! I’m being
Chased.
******
Nightmares, I hate them!
Why can’t they be quiet, go away…
SHUT UP!
LEAVE ME ALONE!
I’m so tired
I just
I Get so
Jumbled.
Up and Up and Up
And I can’t stop
I’ll fall.
The light, why is it so bright?
Nightmares, voices, people, monsters
Get away all of you!
No,
Not you.
I need you, don’t go
Please.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean it.
It’s the nightmares
I feel like I’m falling,
Like I’m being chased
These things, they’re everywhere,
And the light, it’s too bright
And I get so jumbled
I can’t help it.
I’m so tired.
“Sleep! Sleep!”
“Stay awake! Watch out!”
Will the taunting ever end?
Darling…wake up….
I can’t wake up.
I’m being chased
I can’t stop, or else
I’ll fall.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Impending fury
clings
to closed eyelids
palpable loss
a sable brush
dunked in dread
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
ragged spirits
haul hope
on well- worn tar
safe haven
still pages away
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Dreams taunt me at night,
Attacking my mind in hordes,
And I wake tattered.
What does it mean when I run?
And when with good I wrestle?
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC