"adn" poems
Im cold
no one knows me
not even myself
Im tired of living with no self-help
Oh hell
Oh well
Guess this fights over
i hear the ringing of a bell
In time
in my own eyes im blind
cant seem to find
my way out of this mess
so much stress
just to impress
Impress who you ask
Matter fact
i dont know that
but all these suicidal tendencies
Someone put an end to me
I feel like i should be quoting Macbeth's final solilquoy
Life is but a wandering shadow
Goes nowhere
like i care
And all our yesterdays have lighted
fools the way to dusty death
Now stop it for a minute
let me catch my breath
Foe his final line
so i may go in depth
Life is told by an idiot
full of events
signifying nothing
so why repent
and now i truly question
can time be well spent?
Just let me lament
Few good times
adn many bad
all sad
i start to get mad
I start thinking
even if i did look
on the brightside id probably go blind
no lie
i bought a suit to meet god
so let me straighten the tie
my final words to you
goodbye
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Perhaps the earth is floating,
I do not know.
Perhaps the stars are little paper cutups
made by some giant scissors,
I do not know.
Perhaps the moon is a frozen tear,
I do not know.
Perhaps God is only a deep voice
heard by the deaf,
I do not know.
Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.
It is written on the tablet of destiny
that I am stuck here in this human form.
That being the case
I would like to call attention to my problem.
There is an animal inside me,
clutiching fast to my heart,
a huge carb.
The doctors of Boston
have thrown up their hands.
They have tried scalpels,
needles, poison gasses adn the like.
The crab remains.
It is a great weight.
I try to forget it, go about my business,
cook the broccoli, open the shut books,
brush my teeth and tie my shoes.
I have tried prayer
but as I pray the crab grips harder
and the pain enlarges.
I had a dream once,
perhaps it was a dream,
that the crab was my ignorance of God.
But who am I to believe in dreams?
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I've been taken advantage of.
I've been lied to a thousand times.
My mind is awfully broken now,
Adn my body is riddled with lines.
I can't believe you did this to me
After you said you loved me.
In the end, it was just a trap,
And the ransom was my sanity.
I made myself pretty for you,
Dolled up with bows and paint.
It was never good enough though.
You stole more of me every day.
I tore myself apart because
I couldn't be enough.
Even then you yelled at me
"Get over it.. Life is tough"
You never believed me when I said
A thing you didn't like.
I told you I hated you in my life
Always feeding me molten lies.
Even then, you pushed me away
And tore me limb from limb.
Everything I did to myself
Was caused by you, mum, not him.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:39 PM UTC
Writing in a notebook every single death I've had
Doesn't seem too bad on first glance
Just wait, this night'll never end
Smear me up a wall
Undo every single thought I have
Wish I could take my eyes out of my head
And see all thie things I've done
All the songs I've never written
My arms close to my chest
My heart in my throat
Everyting's out of place, isn't it the best?
We're running on a full tank of gas with nowhere to go
We're driving in cricles to make it look like we went somewhere
Seeing the same old thing back adn forth
Thinking time'll change this
Boy, were we wrong
Once more before tomorrow
We're on the edge holding on
This life has our hands and is ready to let go
No more last words for us
Going a million miles an hour in neutral
All they see is a person going nowhere
What they don't see (Oh, what they don't see)
We've been to the darkside of the moon and back
(Yeah, we've got this) We've got no obligation to you
We've seen God, one day, one single moment
(Forgiveness behind the flowers)
We've left ourselves here because
Because, because, because, because
We can
Expecting a high fallutin answer?
Well, sorry to disappoint
We've plotted our path here, why?
We can, we can, we can!
Because we can!
Writing in a notebook every single death I've had
Doesn't seem too bad on first glance
Just wait, this night'll never end
Writing in a notebook every single life I've lost
Doesn't it seem funny how're they're gone?
They never were that long
(Never really meant anything)
They never were that good
(Never really could)
Come on, gods have knelt at our feet
We've done our crime, we've done our time
Just wait, you'll see
Just you wait, we'll see to it
That you're not left behind
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 4:37 PM UTC
I was struggling on my bed yester-night
I was struggling to catch my train to sleep
Trying to make my way through the crowds of reality
I was tired, I felt weak but couldn't still sleep
I had already missed twice, the train
I had reached the station but
I couldn't close my eyes
my ticket to dream was invalid without that
i couldn't board my train to sleep
What is happening!
check check check check
I checked everything
Bed .... check
Cushion .... check
Pillow .... check
blanket .... ummm
too hot
kick away blanket ... check
mosquio net.... check
Anything else????? Check
lights off.. loadshedding... check
I asked with gatekeeper of dreams
What now? Let me pass
"you miss her"
"text her" easily said the train master
and the gatekeeper of dreams
"Come on..." i resisted
I turned right
I turned left
Turning and turning
Trying to search a loophole to train
I kicked my legs to the cieiling
left one adn imagined of bruce lee
then i cycled both legs
i cursed my day, the boring day it was
with no work to do and no interest as well
I thought about drinking... to numb my restlessness
May be I could do some smoking... to **** my distress
it was already 1AM of the morning
but all i did you just turn sideways
Train master grinned "No Ways"
My eyes were red and bulging
My heart was on fire and burning
My mind wandered from everything to nothing
I was suffocating
I was gasping
panting and
tearing my senses apart
just trying to hack the way to train
but the gatekeep of dreams was not ready to open the chain
I.......gave up
grabbed ny Nokia 3110 classic model
I.............
texted her
i texted her"i am scared to talk with you"
she replied"I am afraid of your poems"
I said"I don't know what to say"
The gate opened, the chain fell down
I boarded for my train to sleep
I was happy
I texted her
She replied
I could breathe again
I was smiling when I woke up
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Tommy
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.
Yes, **makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;**
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.
**You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!**
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
You and me ok together
We'll be growing old
Every day it's you and me
We'll smile together
Hand in hand walking
The watching the
Beautiful Sunset
Adn listening to the
Birds sing from heaven above
As our heart's beat along
And I softly whisper I'll love you
And we'll be Forever in love
You and me together we'll be
In love for eternity.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
Hello, you've reached my page of poetry. HAHA. I just didn't know what else social media to use that you wouldn't find before the time is right.
THANKS FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME. I HOPE YOU HAD A FUN TIME PLAYING THIS HUNT I MADE FOR YOU.
BUT THIS IS NOT THE END. MUAHAHAH.
THINK A LITTLE HARDER.
THINK A LITTLE WIDER.
REARRANGE THE LETTERS AND YOUD FIND WHAT YOU WANT.
TEHRES A PCELA IN TSHI HUOES
WEHER MLESA AER FNACY
ADN TEHRE YUO WLOUD FNID
YURO NXET CUEL
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
That night
That night
I found a stranger...
That night
That night
I looked into a mirror.
I heard a voice
That sounded familiar
I heard a voice
That sounded strange.
One that surfaces on the outside
One that shells itself on the inside
One that is cynical
One tht is regretful
One that is Yin,
And one that is Yang.
That night,
That night,
I looked in a mirror.
That night
That night
I looked in mirror.
That night
That night
I lmet a stranger
I turned to my right and met,
A cynical child,
With a crooked smile
Her eyes were pitch black,
Her voice was of a demon's
Her soul was not present.
If I ever believed in a god,
She would be the devil's spawn.
When I turned to my left,
I met a coward,
Her face that always blushed
Her voice was always quiet
Her eyes were that of mine
Her soul was partially there.
If I ever believed in angels,
She would be the one that fell from the heavens.
That night,
That night...
I found my self,
A girl who didn't give a care in the world,
A girl who couldn't speak what was on her mind.
A girl with devilish horns,
A girl with breaken wings adn a fixed halo.
The two sides of me that I never wanted to see.
Yet, they were always there with me.
The two sides of me I wish that left my side
Yet, they are super glued to me for the rest of my life.
That night,
That night,
I met my past.
That night,
That night,
I met the demon.
That night,
That night,
I found my present self,
The one who held the past child and the demon child in one,
The one who endured all their complaints and torments,
The one who had those lonely conversations with the broken angel and the devil's spawn.
That morning...waking up to
Bright and shinning lights,
Birds singing happily,
The sky smiling on me,
The devil's spawn had kept its trap shut,
The broken angel fixed herself,
And the present me,
Was nothing but happy.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 4:14 AM UTC
The tree is dancing and flickering
Like some computer glitch,
ANd the sound of fpptstops trail me,
Doors shutting,
Chairs scraping,
Dogs barking in an otherwise empty house.
I do not know how to sav myself from this
Remix of unreal and reality,
Just hiding blasting music
Trying to drown out the sound of someone trying to **** me.
The figurine of the pink power ranger rests under my pillow while I try to sleep,
Guardian, protector,
Save me.
I do not want to listen to my thoughts.
They hurt adn conjure things,
Enamored of death or a way out of this hell.
At night I dream
Of people stealing the earrings out of mye ears
And hundreds of people chanting my name.
No matter where I run, they call me.
Even hiding amongst the frogs brings no relief
As their Ribbits shout my name from behinf the bushes.
Save me from this hell, my mind.
I don't want to listen to it.
I don't want to die.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 2:15 PM UTC
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-AM
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
Whenj he shaikd I wasd not normilo I sad .
Feel insid I nit cirroct, thes maks me seddingtew
The bigg men ssai no tome, I lik deck en mi battem’
Wen je sai I soo sed I cri evy dai of aprel.
Wun dai I weas sed I mad mislef dei of rabbes
Wen I med dog hee *** do sed wot I dei
Hee tel me to no bee dei anymooor
Bow I em fin adn a shappy preson.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
Forever wasn't a lie,
it just all fell apart.
I tried to mend the scars,
left on your broke heart.
But you pushed me far,
and you pushed me away.
Wouldn't let me express,
words I needed to say.
Whenever I asked,
you would say "Not now".
I want this to be fixed,
some way, some how.
If you would only listen,
to the words I need to say.
If you would come with me,
after work some day.
Walk down by the water,
yell if we need to.
Get it all out together,
even if I hate you.
By the end we have said,
all that needs to be said.
Everything will be out in the open,
everything will be meant.
I'm just tired of playing games,
running on a rollercoaster of lies.
I don't want you to leave,
to say a final goodbye.
I told you I would take,
if friendship was all you had.
But one minute it was okay,
the next you were mad.
I want the whole truth,
no more stone cold lies.
I want our friendship adn honesty,
no more awful goodbyes.
Because this isn't right,
and you can't just leave.
We're in this together,
you and me.
You've always been there,
my very best friend.
I won't walk away,
this can not be the end.
So swollow our prides,
let's sit down and talk.
Face to face for once,
by the water on a dock.
The only way to solve,
all that has been done.
The only way to win,
a battle that isn't won.
It will never be fixed,
by just walking away.
Time heals all wounds?
Well honey, not today.
We need to hear,
words left unsaid.
The truth behind it all,
everything that was meant.
Every last truth,
no more lies.
Without pushing away,
no more goodbyes.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:19 AM UTC
Its hard to find the right words to say. When your head is a mess, and you're always this way. When you're torn for the present, and ripped by the past. When your days are nights, and your nights never last as long as you hope, and as long as you need. When you feel like a failure, and can never succeed. Indeed you are stuck, and down on your luck. But don't be reluctant to try and find your way. Look to the future, look to a new day. Look towards the light, adn just start walking. Its time to stand up, and to quite all that sulking. Take one step at a time, and just keep going straight. Dont wait for the world to catch you in stride. Keep it in your mind, that you're one of a kind. So here it is, the big FINALY. The part where i give you wisdom, and act all happy. But the truth of the matter, is its going to be tough. Its going to be rough, and every step that you take, wont feel like enough. So **** it all up, and get ready to fight. Keep your goals in site, and use all of your might. Cuz the road is quite dangeous, and will kick you in the *** You might even question yourself, are you up for the task? So take one, long deep breath. Take two if you need. **** out all your fears, and focus on success. And pray to god, your situation doesn't regress.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON LIVING
WHEN YOU'RE THE FIRST AND LAST THING
I THINK OF EVERY DAY
AND HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BREATHE
WHEN ALL I WANT TO INHALE IS YOUR SCENT
****
**** **** ****
**** ****
YOUR LIPS ARE ALL I DREAM ABOUT
ADN I THINK I'M WASTING AWAY
FOR WHAT IS FOOD
WHEN ALL I WANT TO EAT IS YOU
SEE, I CAN'T EVEN SPELL RIGHT
AND MAYBE THAT'S JUST MY CONCUSSION
BUT YOU'RE PUSHING OUT
EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY BRAIN
YOU'RE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT
AND I'M SLOWLY LOSING MY WILL TO
LIVE
me.gs
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
Amarga necesidad de pensar, soy bipolar al estar y no estar; ¿qué es realidad? ¿Por qué dejar de soñar?
Estuve un día cerca de ti, y el frío invadió mis huesos hasta sentir que no era yo. ¿Donde estoy? ¿Por qué no siento mis piernas? ¿Por qué soñar es más fácil que mantenerme despierto? Siento una ligera brisa rozando mis labios, desgarrando mi espalda, y sonidos en mi alma me recuerdan que debo volver, regresar al inicio, ¿ser o no ser?.
Recordé, desperté y con mi pluma te maté.
Se
-Adn, stf
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
smattering of us are about
small things that remind
smells that have aroused
sounds uttered in good and grief
sights of shadows framed for dispaly
saluations, sorrows and sweetness
surrounds us snugly
smatterings of you are shadows
seeping away slowly
swiftly leaving motionless
spaces no longer secure
sanity waning likes seasons
secrets spilllng
smatterings of me are emerging
spreading to seek warmth and light
searching for grounding adn firmness
safe that i am stong
smatterings of me are here--success
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
u are completely beautiful adn so is everything that u do
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Pourquoi être triste
Cest quoi être triste
Et d'abord a t on mérite cette tristesse
Cette situation qui nous arrive ,nous accable ,nous laisse des séquelles psychic a vie
Faut-il d'abord la mérite pour qu'elle vient même
Malheureusement non
D'abord que personne ne l'appel
Personne ne la souhaite
Elle est la cerise sur le gâteau du malheur
Elle s'invite a notre joie sans demander
Mais alors faut il la laisser nous abattre, non
Se laisser accablé abbatu ,non
Se laisser vaincu, non
Pourquoi
Le malheur
La malchance s'il faut la cité
L'échec
Et son champ lexicale
Ne définissent rien
Ne sont pas en eux des mot de fin
Il en suivra toujours une virgule quand on cite le mal dans un conte
Un malheur nous laisse toujours une leçon
Une expérience et un nouvelle angle de la vie
Autant dire qu'elle est un tremplin pour mieux affronter, pour se recalibré
Je dirais encore que quand la catastrophe arrive
Quand la douleur à atteint son apogée
Quand la dépression même faisant corps avec la déception nous tendra la main
Quand toute force pour tenir bon et droit nous aurait laissé
N'oublions pas qu c'est dans l'ADN humain le concept de se battre alors
Courage a tous ceux qui traverse l'enfer
Parceque
"Si tu traverse l'enfer continue d'avancer : Wiston Churchill "
Tenons la goute de Courage qui nous reste à deux main ,et nos larmes s'y mellerons pour nous en donner une poignée de courage
N'abandonnons jamais.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC