#fully
Got no ticket, but beggars don't choose
who gives a care, if it's legal, bus drivers,
I knew, would never leave a man walkin' in snow.
It must be people like me get old all the time,
and we go musing using other people's vibes,
like rich folk use their money, saying see me
be me, better than you, and what can you do
when you become Diogenes face to face
with one got dammed right honest man
standing in the noon light by the ode to Zeus
written by Epimenides, quoted twice by Luke,
as he was recollecting all he had heard said,
during the voyages when the visions rolled out,
got it plain, find that old way where good is,
and walk in it,
want not, fret nought
woe and waiting, aim is true, wait to see,
be like baby puppies, mewling kittens, too,
we become vapors we mystify, by our lonesome
hearing our life's top forty as far as youtube cares
I hear somebody singing The Weight
at least six times already this eighth of January,
and the zero sum of it all seems unlikely, Luke
was lost in pondering Poe's Annabel Lee… likely
mocked in my opinion by the first version
sung earlier this century, Annabel Lee, a meme
from a man, two years away from dying, too soon,
some say his true love went before him, too soon
and we cannot relate to the time when such songs
became the first news we had that Poe had died,
but left us with the kind of angels he had in mind.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
I tried making you happy
In dawn of our romance
My heart put on display
As if I even stood a chance
I believed a little bit of time
Would soften edges to touch
Make you need my presence here
Our hands to desperately clutch
But did not become irresistible
Attraction fading from eyes
Gave my best but wasn't enough
To nobody's surprise
Where purple and black ink dance on paper
Emotions slowly spill
Deepest pool of self-loathing
Has almost reached maximum fill
I never seem to read your mind
Between lines you critically bark
Wonder what mysterious force pulls near
Ever-present question mark
Worry you hunger for new connection
Different happy ending to write
Someone compatible with your character
Who causes zero reason to fight
Despite a multitude of issues
You stay steadfast and unwary
Like I have the whole world in the palm of my hands
Complaining it's too heavy to carry
I'd appreciate feeling welcome in your arms once more
Instead a burden straining your back
A soon as I start getting comfortable
Remind me of traits that I lack
I've already ripped self-esteem to shreds
So little confidence left remaining
Critique is simply the icing on top
A whole cake of damage I'm sustaining
I select goals I never seem to achieve
Veering too far to the left or right
Document every failure in detail
To torment brain with late at night
When attempting to meet your expectations
Inevitably falter under distress
Maybe that's a pathetic excuse
It is truthful nonetheless
T(he only way we will be together forever
By trapping you within a cage
Still I strive to be somebody you deserve
I am just too selfish to change
But I care about your well-being
Kills me inside watching your happiness burn
Love you enough to set you free
Fully aware you will never return
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC
My expectations
Embrace nothing, is something
Simply and fully
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
I empty my cup to be fresh in mind.
New ideas here I will find
With past knowledge, my cup is full.
With such old thoughts, I may look dull.
For every new thing, I may look blind.
Empty my cup.
In a beginner's mind, fresh thoughts are lined
Let those line up and let those bind
I'm looking for a change. I want a pull.
Empty my cup.
For old school of thought, let me not be confined.
With new thoughts let me be refined.
Bring in me positive change like a bull.
Let the change make me pocketful.
The theory of emptying your cup reminds
Empty my cup.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 7:13 AM UTC
and then i arose one day, to realize i'd lost myself in time
perhaps i lost who i was because she's no longer here to find
or not lost at all, but found a new home - of this, i'm not certain
dwindling amongst the constellations comprised of all my other versions
but **** i feel so free, i've found the keys to my own prison
wasted time looking for a better life yet all the while i was livin' it
let your soul live with intention, not in a state of suspension
live your potential that brings your most enlightened peace
live not to bridge the chasms in another soul's journey
put forth more energy to only that which serves you
untangle yourself from that which does not deserve you
don't let your waiting existence be made into a sport
cause one day you'll wake and there'll be nothing left to wait for
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 11:33 PM UTC
Always remember
I lived life
with a certain determination
It was not always easy
It was often painful
I never gave in
Copped out
I preserved
I had my kids
I had my music
I wrote my
poetry
I shared my life
I helped others see
hope
The beaches , I enjoyed
I collected my rhinos 🦏 & my rocks 💎
I always loved hard
you were my reason
for believing in hope
I found love ❤️
and it was good
mmm yes it was magic💖
But it ended
So my witchy self 🧙
moved ahead with grace
It took my 3 times before
that was accomplished
Why not test out those mishaps
Just to make sure
Lol 😂
Oh well
Learned the hard way
Hard headed , Stubborn
Norwegian 🇳🇴
Lol
so ALWAYS remember
I LOVE YOU NOW
FOREVER TO MOON
AND BACK 💞🌙🌍💗💋🤟✌️🎵📝☯️
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
4/4/2021
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
I'm thriving
Growing like a ****
Laughing at midnight
In my room by myself
Not because I'm manic
But because I'm happy
Happy
It's been a while since I've said that
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
Louis: _‘There’s something about shooting that makes a man feel fully alive.’_
Anne: _‘Unlike the birds I suppose.’_
Louis: _‘They’re born to be shot, my dear. Like rabbits...and poets.’_
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
I loved you fully; I was young
I wanted to be understood
And in my mind you still live on
You were my childhood
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
He loved her whole,
He loved her fully.
All her broken pieces,
He mend her soul.
But of a different form.
He changed her;
To what he wants.
-HIY
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
I own me ~
You can hold me ~
Take me ~
but in the end ~
I Let you handle me
I own me ~
Neither your kiss or your caress,
will ever assigned myself to you
I enabled you to hold me ~
Willingly, Fully
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
You ask for dreams so take my dreams
These are my little fireflies in the dark
Leave me in darkness by taking beams
But still you can not take my love spark
I love you hence I can sacrifice you like
You can strike on heart way you strike
On my way in my life you are turnpike
For me my sweetheart is just fairy-like
My sweet beloved I am fully entrapped
My love is enthralled your beauty is rapt
You are most suitable I am totally inapt
Still being lovers we are rightly clapped
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Your eyes speak to me,
they calm me in a way nothing else can.
I never thought I could fall in love so much,
with the way someone looked at me.
But somehow I did,
and I crave that feeling.
The feeling of being
fully, truly, and completely
loved by you.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
Love,
Rage,
And all that comes within it.
Hate,
Happiness,
Only one now burns in me.
I'm empty,
Yet full,
Of things unwanted,
Because of you.
I'm tired,
Exhausted,
And yet my feet betray me,
They run.
They run,
Into pain,
My own destruction,
A hole,
Where light is non-existent.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
❇ Trust is like glass. ❇
❇Once shattered it can never be❇
❇ fully repaired. ❇
❇ Unless you replace it ❇
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
I gave you the key to my heart
Even though the door was already
Open for you.
I was naked and vulnerable
Before your eyes
And I was fully dressed.
I was yours
And you weren't mine.
--Eleanor
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC