"allmost" poems
Meg cuts herself I can't believe
that....
No one reacts to my poetry...
It's like weading to my mom...
I'm Meg
I'm not sayin I cut my self
or that I don't...
I did not say anything
I'd like to have some comments on my poems
I have allmost 800 followers on twitter
I bet meg has one
that geek that love her...
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
My eyes are bruning like the sun that is coming though my window
my battey Is allmost dead
I want coffee
I want sleep
I want HIM...
You fell asleep saying You need more in life
it's not my folth
me does not = drugs
you mead you choice
you broke her heart
you said you love me
I'll never let go
I'll never say goodbye
I'll never give you back
so you want more out of life???
Just yesterday we said all we need is us a bed and enough to smoke
now you miss you old ways?
**** YOU
and I will too...
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:00 AM UTC
Entranced
In an instant
.. impressed..
With the
exquisite quickness
She
Ever so
..effortlessly..
Captivated
Me
.............
First glance
..
Enhanced
Everything
Her natural
Beauty?
Allmost
oppressive
.
eyes
Glinting
Like brilliant gems
SHE
...
smiled at me
.
Said
Hi
.....
Kept eye contact
Till
I
Blushed
.......
So subtly
Like candy coated
Saffron
Her
Fragrance
Ambrosial
Enraptured me
In an
Effervescent
Dream
My love
Flush
In
Cloud 9
My life feeling
Plush
In thought of
You
No place
I
Would
rather
Be
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 4:24 PM UTC
Still you haunt my dreams at night
this beautiful lonely dream in sight
I reach to touch but go right through
this apparition that i allmost knew
you left me in your yard that night
alone for a time that did not delight
the message i got when you came back
the pain the agony a broken back
for months i walked barely there
almost seen when people stare
it took to long to fully heal
the idea of living regained its zeal
now again when i sleep at night
i see this gorgeous frightening sight
I wish we still had one last chance
one last shot for our romance
this vision still emblazed in my head
a thought that long ago should be dead
and yet there you are in my dreams
not a single flaw perfect to the seams
and im just a stupid boy turned in to a man
still just stupid and alone for life the span
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 8:54 AM UTC
the start of a seed with pure dirt
nothing in disguise
little things to water of the sky
all we need to see it come alive
a green stick of sour muscles
spreading his love
getting longer
seeking for shade
absolute light
growing confident into pure luck
Turning brown over time
like the dirt you allmost came with
getting circles for each end of time
all the cycles to stiff
blossom its mind
making green fur
not being naked and empty
green veins of species
all unique
spreading love
turning little green ***** covered in hair
like a bald man
opening up to be a beautiful gland
pink shapes made of white material
Can this be a
blossom
flower
person
human
my life is catching up to nature
nature just wants to please itself
just like all the others
the shallow region of the heart
a concept of living
throughout
or
without you.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
My sad mentality
Destroys my reality
Annihilates my honesty
All I have got is privacy
Not a shed of sociality
My life's complexity
Against myself a conspiracy
Emphasizes my stupidity
Locks up my humanity
Self pity is my speciality
It seems a necessity
Which confuses my phsychology
And Leaves nothing I wanna be
My life's history
I have waited patiently
To write in my corrupting diary
For I am no deity
If there was something godly
I'd have been killed furiously
That conclusion comes logically
Though simultaneously
I have lived happily
My neurology
I have kept in secrecy
Cause with my souls delivery
To the devils cookery
They feasted immediately
On my souls purity
My life's mystery
Won't be uncovered easily
For I life silently
In my ****** up fantasy
Which left nothing I wanna be
I have waited impatiently
For others to grow up with me
For without being remotely angelically
I have behaved, we'll almost elderly
Or I have tried to behave intelligently
Never drunkingly
And quite rarely
Entirely freely
On this I look quite positively
For it has allowed me
To stand against the waves unwaveringly
Looking upon life much more detailedly
Seeing more nuanced on life's complexity
And for the ability to do this comfortably
I must thank my family
While I can say all the above truthfully
There is plenty to say negatively
For standing against the norm unrockingly
Can at the best of times be quite lonely
And most the time I looked desperately
After those who floated by me oh so freely
While looking so unfathomably
Completely, worryingly, unanimously happily
At a world driven by the greedy,
Disgustingly, horrifying monsters of humanity
This have tortured me existentially
At times I have felt ****** up mentally
But as time passed slowly
Step by step I realized surprisingly
That it has left me allmost exactly like I allways wanted to be.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
Pessimisim is not ay Tool
but it can become ay crutch.......
There is an ultimate value in Optimisim
it will become ay future....its own future
Allmost like being young
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Or you to
But I feel like
I just written the blues
I feel my pain
Allmost like kissing a tree
And all I feel is the bark in my face
Kind of ruff
Not going to tell what I feel within.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC