"anyting" poems
That uncle with his pants pulled up high.
That uncle who would listen when you cried.
That uncle.
The one who always lauged at your jokes.
The one with strong and gnarly hands.
The uncle who could fix anyting. (Dad)
The generous one who always had time to talk.
That old guy who became stooped as you grew strong.
Well. Uncle is a bit forgrtfull now and shuffles
About.
Take his hand now.
Pay him back for all he did.
his dignity is at stake
For heveans sake.
Help the old guy
Show and tell.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
So To See That You Are That One That Has Me In The Lies Of Your Perfection
I Am Falling Each Day More For You,
And It Hurts More As We Grow Stronger
You Keep Reapeating You Wont Hurt Me
Wont **** And Wont Lie To Me
But So You Are Lying To Me When You Say You Wont
I Know So Much Of You Not To Believe Anything
So Yes I Am The One Blind And Deaf
But The Heart Has Me That Way
Because As You Lie Those Words Keep Reapting The Sweetness
Of Your Soul. You Drive Me Crazy And I Am Enchanted.
Dont Lie My Untruthful Liar Because I Need You With Me.
I Love You And I Will Give Anyting For You,
Your Touches Are The Best And Your Lips Are The Softest Of All.
Yes, I Am Inlove With You And I Know I Am Getting Hurt...Tonight.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
Walking in the pitch black road
Anyting in the way were no light
I easily bump into both side
And didnt notice that there is a sharp object
There was love inside, gribbing for air
But bcoz of deep darkness the essence was gone
Everything was lost and wreck
All eyes were blindfolded
The shape of the normal heart
Was all the different and difficult
To comprehence and seems confusing
Where do i find the haven in this place?
Inside this gyrated ambition and hopes
Its really impossible for me to escape
They were wearing mask and camouflage
In fact, inwardly they were greed and pride
So search me in this room of sadness
Direct my senses to draw me to exit door
Everything in the dark has seen by You
Whether into a cave or in the deep somewhere
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 5:51 AM UTC
Ennui.
June 3, 2012 at 1:48am
Worthless,
Me,
My life.
Nothing but garbage,
Nothing but wreckage,
Nothing but worthless rage,
On a world where atrocities are common,
I’m nothing in life,
No good to my kids,
No good to my someday to be wife,
Nothing but a waste,
A waste of space,
A waste of face,
Just wreckage in this world,
Doing no good for anyone.
I’ve never done right,
Never done good,
My life is darkest night,
Just a blight,
A scar upon wood,
I can’t do anyting well
I can’t do anything right,
I can do no good.
My life is a broken shell,
Any goodness, swallowed by the night.
No good for me,
No good for anyone,
I might as well give in to the ennui,
Might as well caress my knife,
Or swallow a bullet from my gun.
I can’t do anything well,
I can’t do anything right,
My life is a broken shell,
Any Joy,
Swallowed by blight.
Because I love the night,
Night is when the stars,
The stars shine bright,
And share their godly light,
Yet my life,
Still seems swallowed by blight.
Worthless I am,
And shall always be,
Life is a sham,
And I’m drowning,
In Ennui.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
This room is empty now. No words in here to complete the sentiment for the feelings that sweep over you when a person you care for walks away from your life leaving you in the room you have furnished for yourself.
They walk away into the empty zone mixed with new faces, red haired ladies in tight see through black bras, excellent jobs like stock analyst, lobbyist, journalist, emergency room nurse, or worse. They don't let anyting stick to their walls, not yet, not now. They get to rewrite their songbook while yours becomes yellowed, dogeared, coffee stained.
Your room, blanketed in dust, dirt in the corners, dog hair covering your bedquilts. ***** laundry piles up, you never become wealthier or smarter. Your circle of friends degenerates into locals and deadenders like yourself. Days pass, you become old.
You latch on to anything that is moving. Hopefully it is moving upward and outward. You dream about driving away, far away from where you live, driving for miles into the desert. You want to live in a town where nobody knows who you are, you don't know anyone either; your home an isolated, small, cheap apartment like the one you had when you were a freshly freed adult.
Dreaming and dreaming about a life where you can be left alone so you will have the freedom to maybe, this time, find a life that resembles your fantasy of what it is supposed to be like. All the promises of what education and college would bear. Intelligent friends, moving and shaking the conciousness and politics, life, and town were supposed to surround you, invite you to dinner parties where you would drink smart wine and discuss shaping the tone of the future.
Turning over in your sleep, you wish everything around you would walk out and leave you. Everything except your child. He would stay, weather the change, ride the storm into your own empty room where you could paint the walls of life newly.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
I miss you,
More than anyting.
More than earth and sky and sea.
I miss you,
And the sight of you, which I've yet to see.
And I wish you were here,
So that I could ask you about you,
And inadvertently learn something new about me.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
you say you love me yet you make me cry. you say you want to make me feel safe and welcomed at your house yet you dont do anyting to make a change. you say you want to spend time with me yet you dont make plans. you say that me and my sister come before everything else yet you would rather work or be with your girlfriend.
love your heartbroken daughter
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 10:12 AM UTC
I used to say that I was blessed in life but not love
thought I'd never get to let my heart flutter like a dove
free to fly and go where I please.
not begging and pleading upon my knees
thought those only feelings I could wish to be
I used to think those weren't meant for me
and then along you came walking into my life
making that one less pain and one less strife
I'm not trying to be anyting for you
I'm not making myself into someone new
I just do as I do and be who I am
and if no one likes it I don't give a ****
Ironically who I am and you are who you are
we seem to be completely at par
i feel that flutter of that dove
I am lucky in life But unlucky in love
words seem unfit now to be said
things seem right in my heart and my head
I am lucky in love and I am lucky in life
I'm completely at ease I feel nothing no rife
I finally feel relaxed I finally feel whole
as finally with happy tunes I can fill this scroll
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
enter this mansion,
the place where love is given out
in little clear bottles
so you can put them on your shelves
back to back with knowledge carriers
bound so tight in leather
the ideas flow out as you take a peek.
these beautiful bottles have
but one thing in common:
the memories you can glimpse in them
happened entirely by a fireplace
in a house, my house,
far away from here,
where the walls are so thick
that you can't hear the tears
but i know that should i choose to
i would open this door
and find comfort in my mother's love.
people have walked past it
thousands and thousands of times
and never noticed anyting odd
but i swear, on my father's kindness,
the front door leads to another world.
step into the witch's lair
all your prejudice wiped away
completely free of exterior negativity,
she might teach you a thing or two,
or maybe, make some tea.
bubble, bubble, toil and trouble;
something wicked this way comes.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC