"albus" poems
I just broke up with my boyfriend cause i needed my own space to grow and find out who I am..
It's the hardest decission in my life and it's tearing me apart..
I lost another bit of what i call my family.. gona... torn apart.. guess drugs were more important...
Makes me feel worthless
I get 20% C's 70% B's and 10% A's those marks are lower than any i've ever gotten
Makes me feel stupid
I never go to parties cause I always have to go to work
Makes me feel lonely
But as Albus Dumbledore said it so well;
happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one just remembers to turn on the light
I believe that everything will be aright.. if i just stay positive and keep my head on high...
Lumos
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
Of course it's all in your head,
But that doesn't mean it
Isn't true; then I am glad
Your head is so clear, my head
Is not, my head doesn't believe
I am good enough, but does that mean
Dear headmaster, that that is true?
I know, you will surely say no.
My head inserts pieces of my
History into my present, and I know
Yours does too, that is
What heads do, and we are still
Both humans. It is not words
That are pretending to be wise
That will help me outrun
My own expectations, because
It is all in my head and I will
Make a change, because my head
Is lying, it's lying, it is
And you cannot possibly want me
This time, to think is isn't.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Bella wife of Albus
looks over the wall
at Annona's villa
the sea below
waves crashing
against the rocks below
gulls in flight
sky a blue
light and cloudless
Amy Annona's slave girl
stands back a bit
but close to Annona
Albus leaves soon
for some campaign of Caesar's
Bella says
is Marcus to leave too?
Annona looks at Amy
taking in her loveliness
how she stands there
near the wall
not far from her
yes he told me last night
Annona says
feeling a sense of happiness
rise in her like a small stream
let loose suddenly
after being blocked
I shall miss him
Bella says
I always do when he's away
being in my bed alone at nights
trying to keep things in order
the household
the slaves
the affairs of duty and visits
how do you cope
while Marcus is away?
Annona puts on
her sad face and says
it is hard and I am often
at a loss and sleepless nights
(she looks at Amy)
and the villa to maintain
and look forward to his
quick return
(she dreads his return
like a foul illness)
I do too
Bella says
when Albus is home
I am like a young girl again
running to him at his feet
and he lifts me up
and well between you and me
he and I make love so much
that first few days
I can barely stand
and she laughs
Annona laughs too
and Amy looks
at the sea below
and senses Annona's eyes on her
and wants her master Marcus
soon gone so she
and her mistress
can go to bed again
and make love in their own way
and feel each others'
bodies close and kiss
and lay there in each other's arms
knowing Marcus knows
she shares her mistress's bed
while he's away
to prevent rumours
of any disloyalty
on Annona's part
Bella still laughs
and Annona stares at Amy
standing by the wall
looking down at
the sea and waves
gulls over head
sky blue
thinking a message to Amy
I want you
love you.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
It's better to burn out than to fade away
They say
so we dropped some acid killed, our parents then we hit the road...
You said there's nothing I could do to make you stay
So full of fear and doubt,
apprehension.
Wasted days and sleepless nights
Something starts
I wish I could be grateful but I'm afraid I cannot
The world you left me in
was cold and I need heat
I want to hear from you but my door has no letter slot
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Amy stands
by the wall
looking down
at the sea
Annona
is sitting
on a seat
Alena
a close friend
is sitting
next to her
Albus said
that I talk
far too much
not that he
listens much
he never says
that we have
*** too much
Alena
says to her
Annona
looks over
at Amy
studies her
the way her
body forms
such beauty
and the hair
I love it
about me
when we make
our own ***
such are men
Annona
says replying
Marcus talks
more than I
probably
making up
for his time
far away
at those wars
and of course
he wants ***
none ending
Alena
nods her head
o I know
what that's like
starvation
of the ***
for many
long months
then he's back
and he wants
a banquet
of all ***
she utters
Amy sees
ships go by
a blue sky
blue green sea
Annona
wishes it
was Amy
in her bed
in stead of
large Marcus
shafting her
time on time
just Amy
making love
in her soft
loving way
sometimes night
sometimes day.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
the only thing
that got me
through the week
in one piece
was the thought
of who’d take my dog,
Albus,
for a walk
if i stopped
breathing.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
Mundus reality is Nigeria feminarum
amor albus mulieres in Civitatibus
Foederatis Americae Virgo Maria
has pneumonia and galaxy Grecka,
the mane in the joyful pretense
quaestio de regina et naturalis petra horti
hortulani in horto, aurantiaco et infantem
rex The wall frees artes diaboli, et diaboli
matris petita arboribus pretium, lux pluviam
in permanent ************ accessories,
expectations and list.defeated Gloria
Sky high socks gravida viverra, approved
by the state for the Japanese licentia
monstri insidiis foraminis C. C, confidens
in all animals, conversus ad indendum
mundi gelida Hills
Snooch black dress when we are asleep
the school of team play is over, a kind
of Secret for Oral Care. There are three
men in the darkness, and in the morning,
Baloo of the richest did not meet Marcus
Cato of England it is the right of the powder
must be fully. Listened at the door of the
republic, the powder must be determined
on socks. Car Simple would be stripped
of the seas, the lips of your noble seed shall
be cast up in mounds he may devour
to be taught and flourish by the walls
of ******* was of the fine linen of Satan,
the devil and the money in the price
and I understand the mother of the rain
in the summer and the wood, the age
of the table, the girl on the waiting list,
if a man is wearing a tie and broken
Sky's Glory Sky high socks pregnant
Japanese cartoon monster's license to
ambush drinking poison living in a state
run by the hole's completely frozen Hills.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
Maybe my life is like someone's album cover
There's millions of songs and I haven't heard even half yet
all I know is that my backpack groans like a saddle
when I put it on my back
It's a little happiness every morning
when my room smells like incense
Or like the air outside
Maybe my life is like a raspberry with an infinite or nonexistent
number of pustules
Maybe my life is like the word pustule
all I know is how scratchy my blanket feels
how the waves sprayed in my face from a thousand feet below
literally- how albus dumbledore stood there
but not really- how the lightning didn't always mean thunder
and how spring feels after a long winter
Maybe my life is like my sister's car
Maybe my life is like the people in my sister's car
drunk and a little confused,
all I know is that they're fun to hang out with
have great ideas when they're high- and sober, too-
that the cold mist is ideal in summer and terrifying in winter
that my sleeping bag is comfortable on any surface
and Blues Traveler's "Run Around" is my life song
but there's tons of others, too
Maybe my life is only like my life
and there's no appropriate analogy
that can capture what's actually going on.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
My lips pursed by the power of Albus
as abuse lies dormant under my nose.
Oh how I wish I could be unbridled.
Oh how I wish I could just take a stand.
For now I'll sit in my matchstick palace,
I see the thorns, and I'll offer the rose.
Curse those soul-suckers while I sit idle.
Not Dementors, but family plagues this land.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
and the difference between
a higher tier whiskey
and a lower tier whiskey?
higher tier: pale amber...
lower tier:
tickling caramel bourbon...
and yes:
i like my alcohol with
a story of its own,
one of exploring
the palette...
yes... glen moray:
there's certainly
butter-scotch in it...
but the lemongrass?
not with every glass,
which is why
i find connoisseurs
suspect...
not from one
glass,
and certainly not
from a sniffing around...
unlike *****
drank properly:
shoved into a freezer
and then drank
smoothly like
a gômme syrop...
whiskey:
the profanity of
sipping it straight...
or mixing it like
some British WWI
colonel
with some soda water...
on ice...
one minute delay...
culls the bite
of any excess Smokey
Fitzpaddy left...
neck on the guillotine!
oh but i have drank
to the brain-drain
body numbing
stages of youth's exploits...
famously
Edinburgh's snakebite:
half a cider, half a lagger
topped with blackcurrant
concentrate...
what?! not lagger?
what then... lager,
i.e. lay-ger?
digger not dye-ger
of diger?
no via
no why as to why:
it's dein-ger
for danger
and hop-hop for
the dagger of Brutus?
et tu: tutti ******* frutti...
hop-hop:
Easter bunny softy,
as i...
et tu:
as an epitaph with
no grave...
and however
many maxims...
said puppet in
the fiddly tongue-tied
aspect of death's
philosopher stone:
the Hindu wild-eyed
traffic of reincarnation...
epitaph contra
maxims:
life's load
and a foot dent
on the earth like:
the one that they won't
take a photograph
of: as they did
of the one on the moon...
pointless going
to Mars...
not taking random
earth objects
to the moon...
to see:
funny-whacky
gravity do don't:
sample some
clock-ticking
on the father
to the daughters of
the tides,
the rains...
and all:
and they minded
the egoist...
while they shoved
the whole universe
in their minds with
cthulhu receptors:
and...
well... it wasn't exactly
1990s television static...
or... what the sight
of Belzeebub looks like...
the whole lagger
not lager "debate"?
i don't even want to bring
diacritical marks into
this...
and i won't!
first prize: silver sputnik
of brunswick...
now all i'm missing
is a banjo... and a toothpick...
as ever this medium:
concentrates upon the motto:
sequor lepus albus.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC