"amd" poems
He fought, he raged through that dark, dark, night.
They fled before his fiury, his crimsom rage,
He searched ad searched, to find who made him feel, like he was in a cage.
He walked back amd forth, yet found not him,
Then he finaly realized, on that cold, bitter night, that the Enemy was not outside, but inside.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
walk away from your computer lay down and make a call
i want you to travel deep into my voice i wont touch you at all
with ya own hand i want you to carress ya face slowly go down to ya breast
rub them squeeze them lick the tip of ya finger and moisten ya ****** yes
glide ya fingers across ya thighs listen to my voice as i take you on this ride
lights off door locked im not in arms reach
but if you close ya eyes my face you will see
i want you in a deep trance
as you explore with your hands
"where i wanna be"
right next to you in the dark, naked between ya sheets
kissing and carressing every inch of your body i want to taste
i go inch by inch i promise to not let a drop go to waste
"wait baby dont let go of the phone"
i know it feels real and right but in reality it is wrong
continue, take that finger you use oh so much and let it play
rub ya **** left to right up and down every which a way
now go inside hit that spot to the left , im ya director baby
switch to the right go deeper in you didnt know ya fingers felt this amazing
you are wet, soaked and yet and still you listen to my voice
begging me to direct you a little bit more
so i explain how my warms lips are ready to explore
my wet tongue adds to the juices you already have flowing
i am eating you slow genuinely feasting on your soup of lust
circular motions on ya **** i know you never felt this and thats y you were about to bust
your fingers have found there way back inside of you for a new journey
now ya body is getting hot, **** ***** amd this nut you want it
chris is going to give it to you
back to being the director i put you in school
my voice guides you to a unforgettable moment
go a lil faster baby on that thing wet ya fingers a lil more
i know you already wet so let ya fingers slide ya ****** to the front door
loose yaself this last time
im ******* ya **** and you are loosing ya mind
ya body gets a chill from ya head to ya toes
you scream chris and i already know
on the phone i read you this *** poetry
now dont instantly stop i say carress it to ease
still i can hear you breathing heavily
you stretch, yawn and say i pushed you to the max
because you never had poetic phone ***
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
I am tired of writing love songs about you
Because they do not work
Because I cannot bring myself to summarise the hurt
When it's greater than just words
I traced your lips with my fingertips
As you held my neck and drowned me
I tried to keep the bubbles in my hands
For the day you'd come drown me again
Funny how a heart so small
Could wreck such treacherous trouble
Will you hold me closer?
When you say 'sing me a song'
And I think it's because you love it
But you were right all along
You were in love with my need
A need for something more than greed
And I could not play along
So the songs sounded the same
Because all we had was a blank page
Blander than a desert tongue
Will you hold me closer?
And still I begged
Because it is all I know to do
I crashed walls through
Just to get to you
A fool a fool a fool
I played for you
I turned tipsy as the world went spinning round and round in psychedelic swabs
Liquor after liquor
Anesthesia
Only brings out pain
I gave in
Because it is all I know to do
In a dark place full of wastrels waiting for love
Will you hold me closer?
I came here
Ready to regret
A little revelry to rock the bland away
Yet how far could I run with your clutches round my neck?
I tore up the pieces of paper
That I wasted all on you
Happier times
Haughtier lies
I tore up all the words I gave to you
No more poetry for the first time your lips touched mine
Or how you playfully pushed me by the seaside
The days before you showed your wicked side
No more circles with endless lines
Here I'm staring at the blank page right before my eyes
Ready to rewrite
What was life like
Before you?
Your eyes meet mine amd smile
One last time
Will you hold me closer?
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
Times are tough for lovers
The road needs travellers but
Is selective on who is allowed to journey on.
I was not chosen.
Stuck but not stagnant
Impatient but waiting because what else can I do?
The world loves you.
I am competing against something that is larger than life.
All I can give is my mouth, my hands, my intellect, my affection amd attention.
Petty compared to the mountains, the oceans, the sirens, the unknown.
Without your energy engaged with my body
The atmosphere tastes bitter.
Light headed all the time because I need your water.
When will you be spit back home?
You're Embraced in the arms of the world
But now am I lonely because
I feel that way when you're holding me.
These times... They are tough for lovers.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
I will stand in the shadow of the sun which burns a scar
on the back of people who like
to shift in the shadows of the night
and blame everybody for giving them a homeland
for their excuses.
I will stand where the teargas
melts my eyes and the batons write their scars
on my coloured skin
because I asked for bread.
I will stand in the light and hum
my soulful music that echoes off
the walls of pop charts and make
everybody dance because they do not
understand my words.
I will stand in the pools of streetlights
and sell my body, my baby, my beauty-
because nobody cared
to ask me a human question on want.
I will stand before God
and question why he taught me
the language of worship
amd wisdom to know the difference
between skin and colour and asking
and read the book he has to offer
that says the truth in so many pages.
I will stand alone.
I will stand alone.
Author Notes
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
never trust a writer
because their words
flung into the air
in a whisper
a scream
or dropped
scrawled
in silence
on the emptiness
of a forgotten stillhouette
has the power
to lead you astray
never trust a writer
because they find beauty
in everything
especially sadness
amd the grey
grey sky
that falls at your feet
along the shadow
of your heart
the one you beg
for them to break
to make you
whole
never trust a writer
because they don't always
trust the words
that tumble from their own
perfect lips
they say them for
their beauty
in the sound
in the silence
they say them
for the way they rhyme
with 'forever'
never trust a writer
because he can capture
your soul
with just a look
holding you
the entire universe
and all eternity
never trust a writer
because they may talk
awake
but they dream with their eyes
open
and closed
simultaneously
and you can never
be sure
which character they have chosen
for you
which character
they have chosen to be
to you
never trust a writer
because their emotions
not always visible
always
consume them
like a strike of lightening
cold
burning
inside
never trust a writer
because they always
know
what you want to hear
and what they really
want to say
never trust a writer
because their knowledge of love
is as infinite
as the emptiness
in the black sky
stars
moments of clarity
that create an atlas
of who
they fall for
never trust a writer
because normal in life
is never normal
in their dreams
and they always
last longer
never trust a writer
because 'I'll love you for now'
sounds better
when they say it
as 'I'll love you
forever'
never trust a writer
because I swear
they do not believe
in the emptiness
of promises
and they will let you
break their souls
just to see
what happens after
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
For the first time
When I was leaving my mother's hand
Obviously I was crying
But after a minute end
Another one tackle my hand
Obviously I was filled with joy
She started to wipe my tears
I forgot all my fears
And you know what
Who she is?
Obviously she is my gorgeous teacher
For the first time
When I was with my new books
With new-new words
With lots of crooks
Obviously I was worried
But after a first day in class
I forgot all my worries
They makes me able to pronounciate
They makes me able to understand
They provide me a lots of courage
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my lovely teachers.
For the first time
When I was in my new standard
With new new flubdub calculations
Science with mystery
Social science with history
I just wanted to lose my victory
Amd Stop my studies
But they gave me lots of strength
They present 24×7 hours for me
They makes me feel that-"yes I can surely do it"
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my keen and sincere teachers.
And again, for the first time
When I was for higher studies
With new new things
Physics and chemistry brings
My head gotta a deal
That I can do nothing
But then teachers with full of knowledge
With full of energy
And with new new identical examples
Makes study more fun
And you know what
Who they are?
They are y devoted teachers.
Exactly, teachers are the
Director of our life's movie
It depend on us
Whether we follow their buzz.
They are like
Water for dried plants,
Stars for sky
Mother for child
Pen for writing.
Truly they are beyond the words.
I bestow my everything on them
Hats off to you all.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
its been two long years since you were released
but know in my heart i could never blaime you in the least
we were a tourchured family to never find love
but this is what either dreams or hate can be made of
even when i saw your eyes roll back and the blood on the knife with your marijuana pipe so black from the residue packed
you cut till your arms were just red
then smoked enough to leave a teenage stoner in bed
i dont blaime you for either, you were hurt and you needa cope
but was tradeing the love of your ******* son worth that ****
you were my mother, supposed to hold and love me
but i found myself being yelled at thinking im just unlucky
still i guess i could of looked for love from my father
but he was to busy showing love to his two daughters
i was to dumb, couldnt sing a song, to him i ddnt belong
so you ignored my exsistance for many long years till it braught me to tears
but where are we now after i lived a long 18 years
dad look your oldest daughter left and your youngest you only hear hate underneath the tone of her breath
so i guess im all you have left to bail you out this mess you left
so now to watch over these two as if they were as delicate as children, they have only me to watch over them as my mom bleeds and my dad cant breath the weight of debt needs to be repaid i dont know what else but you will regret how you treated me when im gone one day
momma maybye i just want you to stop with the drugs
looking everywhere just trying to find a buzz
till you look at your son amd forgot who he was
tired of goin to bed everynight to never sleep
keeping one eye open in case i have to call n emt
nearly watched you die remember that moment and i still ****** cry
so i lay with a knife to my throat livin a lie knowing i jus wanna die
so this is my last birthday song remember when i saw love in your eyes now im jus tryin to get by
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
I dreamt of a field of flowers
Where white crosses are planted
Families still together
Content with life
Genuine grins covering faces
I dreamt of full bellies
On the dark continent
Soccer ***** rolling between feet
Of children who also dream
Of lives as happy as theirs
I dreamt of fresh air
And clean water and growing forests
The cleanliness of nature unrivaled
As animals mingled around the watering hole
Roaming freely with homes
But I awoke and saw war
Fires melting the lives of millions
Dropping bombshells of grief
Destroying homes from within
And children dead or weeping
I awoke and saw despair
Fat bellied greed hogs
Rollin in muddy money pits
While babies died without food
And an entire land stripped and sold
I awoke amd saw nothing
But smoke stacks emitting poison
And the homes of the forest creatures
Being carried into lumber mills
And brown water filling drinking glasses
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
Give them your turst untill they
Give you a reason not to..
Then thats great
For you
But my trust and my heart have been
Abused amd mis-used to many times
I have learned to protect myself
I have put up a wall and
And only let people get so close
Then someone like you comes along
Loving,caring and willing to be there
Wanting to be there
And i get scared
I dont know how to let you in
I know its unfair to you
To have to pay for the mistakes of others
To have to deal with the pain they left behind
But im asking you to try
I believe that love is about letting go
Putting all of your trust into that other person
I believe that when you hold back
You miss out on the possibility
Of experencing something great
Maybe im not ready to take that leap
But i am willing to try
Theres so many thoughts,questions and chances
That this could all be fake
Thats what my head tells me
But my heart is telling me that you mean
Every word that you say
And that your worth taking that "chance"
You wanted honesty and thats what you got
So there it is out in the open
Just lingering in the air
Where do we go from here?
Take the next step
Make the next move
Are you willing to wait for me?
I dont want to loose you and
I dont want push you away
So can we both make an effort to try?
For you to have patients with me
And for me to give you that trust you need
We dont have to know everything now
I guess its all up to time
But just remember that i love you
I know that i dont always make things easy
I just need to know that you will be there.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Panda's are beautiful when they sneeze which goes "squeak", Aloft her days so innocent amd meek.
Panda's are beautiful when they're fierce without end, Finding new pathways making "No Exit" signs bend.
A Panda knows it's beauty by the rush of the leaves and the wind behind it's ear, Even though it's cold at times there's always a Tiger near. But one Tiger watches each year, And sees every tear, Without hesitation he draws near.
And time passes and leaves fall, Seemlessly with no worries at all. And footsteps cross, change, end but retrace to join on adventures again. Oh the meaning of something so small, Night comes and covers them all.
And again the wind blows across her ear,
But this time making her warm, Cause he growls for her and pours his Tigerish words along the wind in hopes that they might reach something dear.
The rustle in the midnight when no wind blows, As silence becomes them something is found. Something small, the Tiger picks up, but bigger than her heart. It's the key that unlocks everything, It was laying on the ground, Nothing is left un opened as the wind through her heart shows.
She loves him and he has always returned it. Though rain may force it's meaning to change, It only defines deeper the warmth of the wind...
Panda's are beautiful when they sing the wrong notes, The right ones, the flat ones or completely different song. They'll reach his heart deeply as they rustle along!
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
you look so much fuckin' prettier with that **** in your mouth,
funnier, cuter, smarter while you're chuggin' 'em down,
"flirtatious and irresistible, everyone wants you around",
fuckin' hangover princess, here, we bought you a crown.
lie after lie, truth swirling around in the toilet,
begging for his affection, on your knees and exploited,
stripped of your dignity then try to say you enjoyed it?
that's funny, the **** you talk the next day proves all that's ********
was nice and respectful, of course you thought that was swell,
loved you for you but you didn't want my help,
tried to do to me what you fuckin' did to yourself,
i'm over it, we're not friends, **** you, go to hell.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
They Say the Grim Reaper collects death, but he harvests the soul to a better place, if theres anything left to save and harvest...
The body will carry on, but that motivation, the man behind the machine can die long before the body does.
I am whats considered a black Dracula, a man with out a purpose to **** the dark lifeless soul out of a body, the part thats left before I drain all hope for a future.
My job is to make the people around me, friends, family, associates alike happy and comfortable in the way life is, while slowly putting down there hopes and dreams.
The sun is not my enemy, nor a wooden spike, but a hard life lesson on pain amd broken heart. Im not pale to the sunlight, I blend right in, I walk among you, showing you everything is beautiful in this world, so a hope of an afterlife, paradise of the heavens, is lost to the cavities of your mind.
My broken heart drives me to this madness, numb is my body, but fresh and limber is the pain of a broken heart that still lingers.
My monster inside has consumed me, but I write this as a warning for all to read, to save yourself one last chance at happiness.
Love her unconditionally.
Respect her for every little strain of her life she can produce.
Her beauty only matters on the inside for it is ageless.
Cheating on the one you love never goes away with time.
Her eyes will haunt your dreams, your memories, and your life, till the black Dracula consumes you too.
Be good to her always, fights, loss, and loving moment's, she is yours to take care of forever.
Lastly.. You only get on life to live with a great loving woman, dont spoil or settle for less because you cant handle her beautiful flaws that set her apart from everyone else.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
me amd me ded arr heppie
wee plai calll ob dutie togeter
hourr favoorit movee id het fozz
wun dai he sai to mi
hoedw olds arrr yyou
i sai i an 176 h3 sai wen i *** urag i
*** 177
it mak noo sensse too mre
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Suicide;
it doesn't stop the pain.
It packs it into a grenade,
amd throws it
to your loved ones.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Are you proud of me now? I get only A's and B's, I don't get in trouble, I'm a great kid. But I cry myself to sleep and sometimes wish I weren't alive. But that's okay as long as you're proud. You see my grades and you see my friends but you don't see the mask I wear to please everyone. You give me attitude amd I got that from you so you yell at me a lot, "Oh no don't cry, it's not the end of the world" but it could be the end of mine. Now I don't cry in front of you, I need you to be proud please don't hate me. Are you proud of me now? I look happy so yoh don't worry, I look happy so you're proud. Please don't yell, I'm trying my best please be proud of me. I want to die but I'm still alive. Are you proud of me?
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Addicted to everything you are
Going crazy without you here
Think I'm starting to go through withdrawals
I would give anything to have you near
Sometimes hear voices in my head
Well, scratch the s, only one
Your voice, repeating things you've said
Scared that I'm coming undone
Talk to my reflection and say
The things I want to say to you
I never will, I'm too afraid
You don't feel the same way I do
I spend nights crying my brain to sleep
Because I own no hand to hold
Don't know how to stop the tears
I shake even though not cold
Can't focus on anything
Your face always on my mind
Keep thinking about what I would do
If I could jump back in time amd rewind.
I yearn to feel your touch again
My heart broken and scarred
Everything hurts, morning air stings
Sobriety has never been so hard
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
*"Come on baby……just half a line."
I was only gonna do it once, only once, only once...and that was the only time. I said that for months, four months that I lied. I tried, I tried....to say no but those eyes, his lips, and his grin, put his pinkie to my nose and I took one deep inhale in. Just like that, 21 hooked on the new black, by my lover then pimp…had me in the clubs and 3 weekdays on the track. Young *** in love, and who else had my back. Dead fam and no friends, so it was...just that. He tried to work me in a ******** when I spat in his face amd that was the first time I told him no, and the last time I seen him, he broke my nose and I walked to the E.R still filled with his ***** I couldn't use for weeks, it took a month of working nights and sleeping in shelters to get on my feet. And I'm still in love with Snow White, I'll quit one day, I'm sure I'll be alright.
But For Now:
My name is Amiya,
Stage name Jazlaine,
Your husband's favorite stripper,
And I'm addicted to *******
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
*"Come on baby……just half a line."
I was only gonna do it once, only once, only once...and that was the only time. I said that for months, four months that I lied. I tried, I tried....to say no but those eyes, his lips, and his grin, put his pinkie to my nose and I took one deep inhale in. Just like that, 21 hooked on the new black, by my lover then pimp…had me in the clubs and 3 weekdays on the track. Young *** in love, and who else had my back. Dead fam and no friends, so it was...just that. He tried to work me in a ******** when I spat in his face amd that was the first time I told him no, and the last time I seen him, he broke my nose and I walked to the E.R still filled with his ***** I couldn't use for weeks, it took a month of working nights and sleeping in shelters to get on my feet. And I'm still in love with Snow White, I'll quit one day, I'm sure I'll be alright.
But For Now:
My name is Amiya,
Stage name Jazlaine,
Your husband's favorite stripper,
And I'm addicted to *******
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
My soul is broken.
Yet, I remember when I was bubbly amd outspoken.
The innocence of life once filled my heart,
yet the sickness of life's tragedies tore me apart.
The light that once radiated inside of me,
was battered and bruised despite every plea.
The outside pandemonium filled my ears til they bled & went numb.
All I heard from then on was a painful cacophony of cognitive dissonance in the form of an eery hum.
The only life left is inside of my vein,
as this bout of depression drives me insane.
But once I leave this earth my body will be a token -
until then my soul is broken.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
what you choose to think and believe influences how you view the world amd how your reality is shaped.
you are, and everything els is, exactly what you make it to be.
if you believe the earth to be a beautiful place filled with love and opportunity, that that is how it shall be.
if you believe you are divine & strong, then that you will be, and vise versa.
we choose the path that our souls take .
if you believe in nothing, then nothing will happen.
if you believe in reincarnation, then that is what will happen to you.
if you believe in the stars, then you will go there.
it's all up to you my beautiful co-creators!
where you go, how you feel, how you precieve things, & how things effect you.
you choose, and you create it all.
and if you truly believe in something, you will manifest it into truth, and into reality.
hold no doubts about yourself, about your potential, and your powers.
fill your heart and mind, with love and dream BIG.
DREAM IS DESTINY
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Don't be fooled by the place it is sent to be
This is no poem no somg nothing to dance to
This is a hope that someone may read and reply
Their thoughts on this thought of mine
Perhaps I should tell a story through sonnet
Of a man of youth battling love and lust
Of sorrow and joy
A man who is flippant, almost overly so
But is serious about matters of the heart
A journey nonetheless
Where he travels many worlds yet goes nowhere
A story of me and how my life has been
With a touch of hyperbolic flamboyance
Would you sit down and read and maybe enjoy
Said work assuming it has been well developed
Amd lacks the typos this probably has?
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Serene erosion how could it be
a natural force turned so violently
awaiting the day that brings all to their knees
will your master then bade you well
awaiting an entity that will never come
merely impending darkness amd that is all and it will ever be
skin as white as my blackened soul
it's a metaphor didn't you know
ink painted from head to toe
I imagine the taste is that of the mountain air kissing ocean waves
I'm in love with a ghost
I found the moon hates the sun
the moon hates the sun, the rabbit is still white and the hatter still mad
the oxygen still tastes of mountain air and ocean waves
I shall just be on my way, good day
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
I have written 200 poetry
Beginning from last year.
I highly appreciate all of your support
Of being their with me
Of completion of my 200 poetry.
Hp is my family now
Whenever I feel I want to express
**I open the door of **
Amd feel like I am at home**
A home where I have met
All the heart warming & talented
poets/poetess like you all
For creating precious memories here.
I pray for all of you
For your well being
And happiness.
May all of you continue to
explore more
Write more
Share more.
Love you all
from the bottom
of my heart
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC