"anythings" poems
Armageddon Auckland
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Yoda anything
Motion sensor
6 phrases
Glowing sabre
Cute and small
Tough as guts
Gentle Wise, Nuts
Anythings possible
Just gotta believe
Be positive
Dream
This is the Force
Of Course ...
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
new wave thoughts
about me
no more writing
about love
for other people
12:41 and no more
writing about
all the ways my girlfriend
can't love me the
way i love her
before our time
little white men sold
her mind away
cerulean boat trips
from the promise
of emotional security
into the land of
avoidant attachment and
rich dreams of
comfort before falling
and living but
not feeling
everything
how the **** do you
live if you don't feel everything?
i feel the beginning like
18 years of virginity
and broken starts
almost a lots and
never anythings
the middle like
sifting through
oppression and finding
the ******** and the love
intertwined like rice
in braided hair and
messages in old hymns
breaking bread like
whisper-talking through
the bad times
going down on
you parting
your red sea
like moses in heat
your breaths unfolding
like the duality of
old ***** spirtuals
and the interpretation of
dreams
the end like loving you
being nothing of a
choice
born into a
system where black
love isn't enough
i bleed cognac for
you
when midnight
isn't dark enough
to capture
your mind before
it's capture
all the beautiful things
before 12:41 you
left back
in the motherland
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 1:48 AM UTC
Your just sad,
stupidity of the most flamboyancy
you throw your arrow's
catching others off guard,
showing them the illusionary's
to something fake.
Oh no you don't!!!
I'd **** for much less
but I'd **** you slowly painfully
if you stick me with that!
I'd hurt you and make you suffer
slowly- meticulously
like you've made me hurt, cry,
die a bit each time- so many many times.
time after time I failed & fell prey to your games...
your sick mind must be wondering
what next you can do
to me
Baby baby baby...........
I'm no longer blind to your wicked deeds
and all your silly schemes.
I got your number
and yet you still
think your gonna fool me,
Not this round and never again,
you should be ashamed of yourself
for the misconducts and falsehoods you
and your magical arrow's have
shown so many, not just me.
all kinds of being from ever walks of life,
all around the world.
Your silly & sad really,
and truth be told someone
must have ruined your love long ago
I heard ya momma did you in and for what?
Beauty is only skin deep or so they say.
she must of hated that your love was given
to someone else!
Did you do it, huh did ya?
Yo you fucked ya momma
huh?
Your a stupid bastard- yes you,
Kama, Amor, or so they called you
MR CUPID,
I hate everything you claim to stand for
if you understood true love
You'd know ya arrow's cause lust & desire
not love,
not even real infatuations.
you've did your damage
and if you stick me again
I'll **** you!
You don't inspire romantic anythings.
You wreck happy homes
given young girls false hope
false wishing and dreams.
Cupid
you son of a ***** leave me be and go away.
Cupid
stop playing go on now get outta here!
Cupid.........
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Goodbye...
Man I swear.........
Cupid must think I'm
Stupid!
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Glowing faces
In beautiful destinations
Saying "Pay me so I can show you how to live like me"
Give them your money, your time
Their joyous lives fill your Instagram feed,
Filling you with a insatiable need
To consume what the lifestyle they are selling
Life coaches, spiritual masters, transformation guides
All these people who've got the life
While you turn to them
Through your screen
Looking to them to tell you what life means
They say "Pay up, happiness isn't free"
And you scramble in search for money,
Because they say they sell what you need
You work your nine to five,
And live your tired life
You try to make ends meet
Your kids are ungrateful,
Never looking up from their myriad screens
Your husband left you
In search of a woman who looks like she could be in her teens
You eat your ramen, no, it's not gluten free
You wonder how your life got to this--
In two words: Miserable drudgery
You go on social media,
Look at all these lifestyle gurus
Talking about how happy they are
That they could burst at the seams
They've got the money,
And the perfect honey
And the luxuries,
They take selfies on distant beaches,
Smiling cheek to cheek
They are happy
And they are trying to sell you their lifestyle
They create e-courses, e-books, e-everything-and-anythings
On how to follow what they did
to become so happy, so wealthy, so blessed
It's all a mindset, they teach
You can get anything you desire
If you work hard enough for it
It's a revolution,
With all these self love lifestyle gurus
Infiltrating social media
But are we selling our souls,
To these people
who don't truly understand
What it's like to be you?
What it's like to be financially poor,
Abandoned and lonely,
Unattractive by society's standards,
I'm not saying they haven't been through
their own stuff,
But can you really commodify a lifestyle?
Can you put a price tag on helping others?
Especially when that price tag is thousands of dollars?
This help is for the privileged,
And those that need help the most
will go without,
as usual
I guess I just crave humility
In this selfie culture,
I truly ache for authenticity,
Real helping,
Real healing,
And not all of this showiness,
Disguised as expressing gratitude for your amazing life
On social media
Perhaps we can all wake up
From the spectacular little daydream of our own lives
To the reality of the worldwide suffering going on right at this moment
Maybe if we stopped posting about the atrocities on the news,
Got off our phones
And did something to change our world,
Things would be different.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
I am possesed by rain and spiders
clinging to the limbs of trees
as they sway like the arms
of dancers in the wind.
These things scoff at my existence
and my insistence to record
their vitality
in bitter, unrequited attempts
to find my own.
But the clocks will spin
and most of the sleepers will awake.
The rest can only hope that
they know the worst nightmare
belongs to someone else,
as we who are awake
can only hope
that the nightmare doesn't find us here,
tinkering away existence
in rooms with walls,
as though anythings could keep our nature
away. As though all which possesses me
now would fail to break a part of me off;
something immeasurable and weightless
that i never owned
to begin with.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 5:35 PM UTC
Lately, nostlagia has been invading the air,
everybody is trying to make their "lasts anythings" special
and I'm wishing you were all here to share it.
I spend nights looking at the sky to see if there's a sign of you up there,
asking hoplesly on shooting stars that I can see you again.
God knows you left me too soon.
I just hope, in spite all my mistakes, that I've made you proud too.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
snow-water dribble dots are mountain spheres on my sweater
outside, the cold is hol-ee ****
the weather is wholly enveloping wooly anythings
so good luck telling skies to quiet.
I tried, and the skies whispered back
by breaching the bottom lip of my jeans to crawl a great big
'ha
ha
ha
haaaaaaa'
up my Pyrenees spine like God had laid out a line of coke days ago and was only now ready to gracefully snort.
they said 'blizzard' last night,
I said 'blurry blank' in the morning
rain and slush and cold and rush and
no no no, my veins weren't heating up.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
He fiddled with the flick of the newspapers
as one flicks with the fiddles of monotony
Back and forth, back and forth
Like a fake apology.
The thing he does with the newspaper,
Rolls the rampant fabric of reality,
To put betwixt to anythings.
Limping table, limping stove, and
limping heart.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
hot screams
pictures flashing remember remember don't forget to have proof proofread a persona a shifting ego rising and falling with the waves a rhythm older than stone and sadness older than hard cider arms folded begging not to be touched begging for an old familiar couch that swallows thoughts whole swollen with years of desires and drool and cottonmouth
hot hot screams
rip through ears holding a pain of identical magnitude a hideous sameness twitching dancing across nervous systems as people disappear and rain sprinkles the front porch in road blocks and tired conversation tired awareness
never drink again never dream again never eat or sleep or scream again
resign while politics eats away at abandoned barns upstate and rapists walk free under the guise of fraternal bonding shoot first ask questions later or just don't ask any ever as if the answers have been found provided by
the flashes seen with eyes closed the flashes seen in eyes clothes the flashes blinding and true blinding and real blinding binding
and the chains are made of severed hands the captor a trillion eyes piled up and growing putting debt and babel and the fuming gods to shame fuming gods of shame and image reflection and refraction twisting twilight twice around twenty somethings like twine twenty somethings need more somethings anythings everythings need want need want kneed want wasn't enough tough pill to swallow wallow wallow just follow the leader beaming glorious light like liquid soap
hot hot hot screams screams hot hot screams hot screams
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Do you forget
I'm just a dreamer?
Inside my head
fighting the monsters.
I'm not afraid
to face you there-
inside my head
I am not scared.
You might believe
in losing the war
But anythings possible
That's what dreaming is for.
So give it a chance
go where nobody goes
a wild imagination
where nobody knows
that you are a fighter,
that challenges fate.
Where you pave the roads
and go your own way.
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
make a wish
spell to fly
glade past
make it last
wish something
see what happens
may believe in anythings
time tells us
spring
summer
fall
winter
wish
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 8:15 PM UTC
yesterday was my birthday
and it was just another day
today is supposed to feel different
but i dont think anythings changed
but something happened yesterday
something special and wonderful and terrifying and lovely
i realized he has all of me
he tells me all his eggs are in my basket
that i have him wrapped around my finger
which i dont doubt but,
i dont think he sees what he does to me
everyday i find an excuse to talk about him
every moment i think about holding him and telling him i love him more than the whole world
my parents tell me im a happier, better person than what i was
i fell myself actually feel strong feelings and so many emotions and revived morals previously foreign
i care about someone elses well being and feelings
i dont want to lose him and i dont ever want to hurt him
i would take a bullet for him, even though he would probably insist he should
he makes me a better human being
and last night he kissed my leg
a reminder of what i once was
a stupid sad little girl who everyday thought about deteriorating herself and watching her blood flow from under he snow white skin as the cuts got deeper and the pain turns to numbness and the only thing she can focus on is feeling the blade pause as skin tears with effort, little by little and as the blade begins to disappear under her skin,
she felt okay
he kissed my scars and held me
and immediately i cried
i stared at him with shaking skin and fire in my face and neck because nobody had ever done that before
nobody went out of their way to love what i hate about myself
to show me they really do love every little thing about me
and he told me he would always protect me, even from myself
that hes going to give me the world one day and ill never crave that dreaded feeling again
i fell so much more in love with him last night
i realized when i think about the bad things and our stupid fights and the things that bug me about him and when i miss him because he lives so far away and everything that exists to tear us apart
i ignore them
because he is everything i could ever want or need
i saw how perfect he was in that brief moment
and that, not the cakes not the birthday wishes not the presents not the money not the calls from family, but that very moment
is why i will love my sixteenth birthday for the rest of my life.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Down and down I go
I fall into a unknown rabbit hole
Welcome to the last number of this show
My hands haven't held anythings sturdy for quite a while
I can't seem to stop my self from ending up in empty piles
Nothing is bright to me anymore
Colors have been ****** like venom out of every pore
All I can see are the tears in my eyes
And all I can seem to do is cry
And further down this hole i fly
Into a bottomless sky
I wonder if Alice ever thought it would stop
That she might find an end to her darkened drop
Maybe that's the answer to my dilemma
And death is what I need to save Emma
Because Wonderland seems like the place to be
At the bottom of this fall waiting for me
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
.
I remember— we loved,
In stone cottage of hours
And the birds sang so high
To eternals of new sunrise,
You were everlasted, eyed,
My beauty, ageless, in kind,
I was purely anythings thus
As we once lived in a future
Of days light, a wonderment
More than always, devoted,
Yours and mine in entwined
Direction, the flanged arrow
Of time as it thrusts, freely,
Only forwards belonging,
Where, in the our future,
There is remembering.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
What comes of compulsion?
The turn-sound of breakthrough.
I yearn for such things without ought.
A misstep for healthy,
But a need so fulfilled that
I bask in the warmth of these knots.
Thus, collar me snugly.
I'm yours through our ending.
First unsure, in this trap, what you'd caught.
Acknowledge this weight, please.
The 'anythings' fill me.
Entangled in rapturous locks.
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 3:24 AM UTC
Rescue me
If you can
Lead me forward
Take my hand
Rescue me
From my mind
Help cut the strings
By which I'm bind
Set me free
From reality
For your the only truth I need to see
Save me
For I'm falling apart
Put me back together
Take hold of my heart
I'm surrendering to the unknown
For anythings better than being alone
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
I have no paper but
my mind is like sand.
Where other thoughts
erode the original with
graffiti of useless anythings
I have no paper but i'll
hang on to this piece till
my mind doodles over it again.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
I remember— we loved,
In stone cottage of hours
And the birds sang so high
To eternals of new sunrise,
You were everlasted, eyed,
My beauty, ageless, in kind,
I was purely anythings thus
As we once lived in a future
Of days light, a wonderment
More than always, devoted,
Yours and mine in entwined
Direction, the flanged arrow
Of time as it thrusts, freely,
Only forwards belonging,
Where, in the our future,
There is remembering.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
sans elegance not trying for
just words told in the daily
senses a tale told when
tall trees make their escapes
and long faces
on the streets concrete
stealing the sun buildings blind
all shadows
hiding in alleyways and parks
not there
the greens taken westward
nothing left but fake plants
wild roses wild anythings
a **** growing is a
miracle
there in the neon blushing the
iron closed gates the broken windows the anythings
foisted down can be rusted old told
as the factories old men
on the corner left
forlorn
***** stolen drifting as well as can be
as could be known or told told by the swollen
ankles unkempt sides of the boulevards
running
not to here
but through
and how did you expect it?
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
you were right there,I was so nervous
should have said something,a single word
right next to me but you don't see,do you look away on purpose?do you really not see me?
pass you dozens of times,should bump in to you but you wouldn't mind
don't see you much anymore,I'm struggling but what else is expected?I'm on my own,no help.
what should I do to get noticed?you said shout your name; I'm yelling
you and I,you and I I'm yelling but the real problem is that you're blind
you don't see,I'm not shy now
I would say something,hi?
I'm right here,you're blind.Give you dozens of roses and you drop them on the floor cause I bumped in to you but you do not mind,you're a care-free guy who doesn't expect a dozen anythings but you can have it all,how else do I get noticed?
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
Snow Angels. Sunny Days.
Flowers Blooming. Dancing in the Rain.
Ice Cream Trucks. Unexpected Kisses.
Finding Pennies. Late-Night Confessions.
First Kisses. First Anythings.
New Adventures with Old Friends.
Steamy Cars. The Steady Thud of the Rain.
Whispered Secrets. Pounding Heartbeats.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Boy that I mean
Who I interested
He cool and cold
Yes.
Complete.
Somehow he makes me fill in his situation, in his world
Somehow I lost it
Somehow I don't understand what to do with him
How grateful, we get 'time' that
Unexpected we did together
So, I promise will do anythings with heart never want to fail and keep confident..
That 'cool boy' ; drug of life.
Why? Can you describe what thing or person can make you more wide and friendly to be?
I choose him ( one of many things)
He isn't my ambision, just like my qoute hanged in wall.
Every day I read it, see it, and fill me.
Oh yah, he just like pathogens inject my receptor antibody.
Oke that's already flat.
Bye for prepare anygoodbyes.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
We are animalistic
Teeth on the edge
Of our overrated minds
Hey nobody said
Anythings wrong with that
Isn't it all just natural instincts
The inkling to deceive
What stands in our way
To get what is raw and poetic
To capture a taste
Of the purley ******
To be gods
Of our own making
Subtle and refined
I did not have in mind
Excuse me while
I reap a vengence
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
"Anything" we said
For you,
"Anything"
& in undying infatuation
I hold my word
However
Your promised "Anythings" turn to "nothings" lately
Your kisses, rushed to end
Your talks, short & everywhere
What ever happened to anywhere?
Perhaps I am overthinking!
I'm aware they often tend to take what's good for me & make it out bad
These Thoughts.
But aren't you the one that wanted one?
My carnal mind,
Locked up for fear of repeating past sins
I hid this side for a reason.
You told me you wanted this freed
Well now, darling, he tortures me with "anything"
& I can't seem
To tame this wild beast, see?
With more of my love ever-growing,
He wants you.
So why did you want him free
Muddling up my mind with unsweet "anythings". Was I
Reefing him out of my darkest seas
So he can blame you while he crushes me?
I never liked this side
But I give you "Anything"
& I always figured I'd give you my pain
I guess I also partly assumed you'd notice it.
Unreciprocated? Over-thought? Or am I simply going insane?
I heave them: Silence
But unlike the others
He does not work at hurting me through me,
Through things that I have done & have let made me. No.
He, villainous,
Hurts me through you
What you don't do.
Well unlike him, I am very patient for you darling
So I will leave him free for your pleasure.
Yet, in the meantime, I have to ask of you this. Please.
Because now, be that as it may be temporary,
our infections have to slumber in separate rooms
& textbooks conclude we meet on separate moons
So darling, will you talk to me soon?
Before he brings my fear come true
& finds a way for me, to use
to lose you.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC