"apear" poems
Sympathy for the devil
A phrase we all know
It means to be understanding
Of a man who cant tell
Who cant tell the difference
Between what is good and bad
Who cant desipher the code
And so they live bottled up and sad
It means to take righteous
And stuff it in a box
For its not strong enough,
Barely a bull, or an ox
We need something more
A tank would suffice
A super charged righteous
And even still...on thin ice
It takes a great man
To stand up and say
"Im just as bad as you"
The irony is plain...
How could a man with such talent...
For good...
be brought to lesser
By the very words he brewed
Sadly it is so
That great evil be marked
As the final word in all the world
When it was the good that provided the start
The start to say "sorry"
"I admit i did wrong
It is my fault too"
As they sing that apology song
Then the darkness takes over
The advantage clearly sought
They know of bad charecter,
Except their own-they know not
The devil replies with a smirk
And always strolls on
Steam rolling the righteous
The tank is now gone
My point is just this...
Please apretiate the man
Who can apear before great evil
And say "i will take a stand"
For this he is wise
And couragous as well
He knows he's not perfect
Which is what makes a perfect angel
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Little drops of his favorite coffee stained his body, residing as freckles.
They show their quiet walks, with massive dogs and shattered mugs.
They show the bright stars that dissapear when the fog creeps up.
They show the times smoke perched against his smooth, spotted fingers.
She aligns his spots like costilations in the twilight sky
As the sun stays longer, and those mornings are chirp, those freckles apear like April rain showers
They show their stolen kisses when she pouts her warm lips like a new born baby
They show each time she's fallen in love with him, lost within his eyes
Quiet morning couch, he grins at her and sips at his coffee
She starts to count
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
House on fire,
House on fire,
Role me a phat one.
Tonite the house ,
Tomorow nites up in smoke.
The walls were brown
Wall paper.
Upinside here.
A white beard of smoke.
Goblin green walls,
Purple stains,
Scattered gold vains.
What a joke
We felt like smoked out
Hot patatoes,
I sat on my missing phone.
Girls gone wild,
Coconut musics third encore.
Remember what you said.
I said sometimes say the truest things.
Remember what you said.
You become what you love.
He needs help.
He doesnt know,
What isnt his own.
Isnt my best friend,
Starting to bun out,
My bic lighter,
Is out.
My hands strike a match,
Is it so much to ask.
There were so many clicks.
Jump up or something
Else happened
To apear
Just to gorge
On your ptsd
Like the memory
of seing your last horror film.
You left angry,
And told us repeatingly.
I need help
tell us what we can do.
Help us tell you and
You can show us
whose fault it was
I told you not to let anybody
do what they did.
What is it worth
doing all over again.
All the reconziliation
Speeds off with ten dollars
In gas money.
Did you know
What to do
after one interview
In a shrinks office.
Your inner thoughts
have to record
everything.
And for a few seconds
Every thing pushing
towards her garage.
Found a place upwards
in new hours slowly
able to erase the dust tic by tic.
Now we can start counting
Episodes you had.
Nowe we can understand what you have
And by december you will have the best christmas
Your peace on earth will be seeing a baby boy cry
When it snows.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
you sit there
to the right of my eye
dancing about like giddy fool
but when i look directly at you
you disaperate
to a world unknow
then i presume reading
and back you are
dancing again
almost taunting
i know that if try to take a glance
youll be gone back to your other world
still dance you are then
couriousity gets the best
i look you are gone again
then thoughts pour in
"am i going insane"
then the peives like voice say
"you all ready are"
see speck youve made voices apear
it annoys me so but as contineu to write
but this time dance
it seems as thought you feel my anoence
then just as i was about write that you felt for me and stoped
you are back and this time more jittery that ever
now i am almost shaking with rage
i thought you were nice
but now you are not
its almost as thought you remind me of someone i know
but yet i dont your descriptsion is on the tip of my toung but then it is not
just like your jitter dance
aha now i have it
you remind me of me
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
You kept me up all night again.
I must be trying to keep you here for as long as I can after you've gone.
Most people would probably think, "it's not fair that I can't have you," but I don't think like that.
On the contrary, I still firmly believe that life IS fair... it just... doesn't always go according to how we plan.
If you forget me when you've gone, I won't be bitter.
I have no reason to be so.
You have no reason to remember me.
I never told you... I should tell you... that I... but I don't want to jinx myself... I don't want to jinx you.
Isn't it silly how I still believe in that jinx?
I want to tell you... but I'm not sure if I can.
I'm afraid that if I do, you'll be taken away.
For the short time that I dreamed last night, I imagined your return... that you would return because you missed me.
I dreamed that you would find me if I was gone from this place... that you would apear out of the blue... because people knew the secret between you and me.
I dreamed that when you found me, we shared a sound, sweet kiss... your strong hands at my hair...
or a hug that said the words that meant more than the ones we spoke...
and then for days after, we strolled the well-known paths together until you finally uttered the question I had been waiting for.
Then I'd say "yes" without hesitation and meet your mouth with my own...
Dreams.
What tricky things they can be.
There are some things I can't be certain of, but there are others I can...
The firmness of your gaze, the tilt of your smile, the sound of your voice and the sun in your kind eyes...
the strength of your back, the power of your spirit, the love in your heart for the work you do...
the peace in mine when I think of you...
My worth...
The beauty of my own heart when you look at me and speak to me.
I never thought my own heart would look like this, but through your gaze... I see...
I feel.
the world could vanish around me and I'd be happy if I spent my last moment in your presence.
You're probably awake by now... on your knees in prayer.
I prayed all night for you.
I'll pray every day.
When you've gone, I won't cry, but a million books in the world won't be able to express just how much I'll miss you.
When all of this is finished... will you remember me?
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
two birds with a broken wing
so they try to sing
try and make it ring but they
can't fly
no matter what they try
seems they're gonna cry
so they say goodbye
to the world they love
fit in like a glove
with a little shove
somehwat like a dove
that is lost and found
but not safe and sound
cause it's on the ground
searching all around
For it's love that's gone far away
cause she chose to stay
and not to betray all those
people who had brought her here
filled with so much fear
as it would apear from the
face so cold
tryin to fit the mold
all while being bold
and then grab ahold of whats
left as she packs her comb
and then starts to roam
and she's leaving home
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Their are many thing that I don't know.
I'm not so nieve as to not acknowledge this.
But it would apear as if the wold has forgotten what it's like to be in love.
How sad to think of all that they will sadly miss.
Parents scorn and scold for holding hands, and punish more for even a kiss.
Forgotten are the days of pasion and lust that bring about the only blis.
Jelous friends look upon with disgust and hatered.
their envy glowing green.
When others have what all want most
it's easy to be mean.
I won't let my friends and family tear us apart
and ruin the happiness we have earned.
All i can do is love you with all I have
and hope that my love is equally returned.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC
I gave you my all
you gave me less than half.
I gifted my heart
You gave me a free movie pass.
I kiss you goodnight
you hugged me goodbye.
I introduced you to my fam
Your friends think you are single.
You asked for space
I noticed you really wanna be single.
I tired to breakup with you
Yet you knockin at my door
Sayin' you need me
That you've changed,
My hurt is in the past
And you want me to be your first and last
Love.
But you said that same thing the last time you
were so "in love" with the girl next door
that is now the neighborhood, hood rat *****
I slam my door
Not knowing you would knock once more.
I cried
You held me tight
begging for me to let you stay the night.
I knew it wasn't right but I needed relief
I needed someone to need me.
I needed you to realize,
I needed you to look into my brown eyes
And stop telling me the simple lies.
Stop telling the guys you just were with me to get in between my thighs
When clearly your telling even more lies.
I haven't givin you anything but my heart
You know the one that you are causing all this ache to
The same heart that you say you need too
The same heart you threw away the day you wanted to be single for a day?
I question your loyalty on daily
I wonder if there are more girls you call your baby.
I want to know the answer to so many questions
but I lack the strength to handle the truth that i scream I need from you.
I know you have groupies
I've convinced myself I am the only lady
Your body aches for.
The only girl you crave for.
Knowing the truth lays in my lap
I ignore that.
I just know you wont bring that ***** back
into our home
I can hear her moan
As if they are my own.
I realize as I am crying,
Cuddling my pillow,
The screams I hear are real.
I step into my living room
To see that this dream is not a dream, this ish is real.
I can no longer conceal my rage
I scream
Go on a full out rampage!
I fought you till the lights and sirens
apear.
Now before the judge I have no fear.
I can't believe your blood is left burning on my hands.
He was a sorry example of a man.
I'm glad he is no longer on anyones hands.
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
I'd
perfer it
If you turned
on your heel and
just walked away
And I'm not 'tired'
I don't 'hate you'
I just can't let
you see
me
cry
I can't let you see
when I feel like dying
I need the quiet
To fix up my feelings
To stitch up my cuts
To fix my heart
With clear plastic tape
because
...
that's
the only
way I can
ever apear
'happy' So
stand
...
far
away
give me
some space
So maybe, I
won't have
to worry,
about the
tears
...
on
my
face
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
Shallow waters now apear
Faster tides flow over here
Grasping onto to any rocks
Trying hard to hide the knocks
Bring about a deeper dive
Into unknown water strive
Fade away in colours bright
Anthing to just get through the night
Now another yet untold
Start to dim the dark the cold
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
*Lingering dreams pondering the shores line, always coming back to meet again
Rolling thunder thickening behind cumulus clouds almost touching the waves
The
Sky
Cries
Lightening crashes amongst turmoil between night and day
The rising sun peeking over-top the mountains in the east sky and slowly setting in the west putting on a color show in the sky
At last the moons light brightens the galaxy, the stars apear for endless dreaming of tomorrow and never wanting this moment to end
The
Sky
Cries
With such beauty of night and day The sky cries missing them each day they pass Impatiently waiting for their return*
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
I chose this
Made this mask I wear
Blank faced china is all that will apear
No emotions, happy, angery, nothing shows
Not because it was forced on me
But so I learn and see without you noticing
No features so you must know me
My actions not superfical traits
Are what must be judged now
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
An object can't hear
An object can't see
An object can't breathe
Like you
Or me
What's an object's motives
or deapth of reason to be?
What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts?
...who am I...
...why am I here...
...how and who should I outta be...
...can I be happy...
...am I sad...
We craft an object
We use an object
We define it's reason and meaning
Why it is and What it should function for
We specialize it's resourcefulness
And squiz out it's worth...until it's?
Useless?
Doesn't work?
Doesn't have the same woth
it used to have?
It's totally in our control
We define how long it should exist
Or how long it's in our presence
An Object we don't like anymore
Or have no care for we lose,...
Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht
Well an Object has no feelings
It's just there
No emotion no motion no tensions
To care about
It doesn't speak
It is always the same
Does always the same it was made for
No smile no hurt
It's there because of you
You chose so
I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere
You baught it
Someone gave it to you
You saw it and wanted it to be yours
You can share an object
You can keep it for yourself
You can show it proudly or destainfuly
What ever you feel to do with it
You do
It won't mind
Well if I think about all this
I guess we can all agree
What an Object really is.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
See the questions that surface in my mind
And see the mistakes that I have made
Begging for a change for my lonely soul
Full speed emotional I'm losing control
Vanishing memories of what I said
Apear to me In a vivid dream
Where I am in over my head
Not having you makes me scream
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
I have the puzzle
in my hands right now
And no idea how to piece it together again
What seemed to work before
Now makes you apear broken
Irellivent
You only have to say a few words for this to become
And then nothin' is the same
No
Not any longer.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
Come away and show your self you are not thief you are not wolf
Come away and show me your smile it's shining like a star
Come away Don't disappear cause one day you have to apear
Come away cause you are high Come away and don't be shy
Look at your self you are great don't hear people or you will fail
Try first , second and third ..Don't give up or you will hurt
Don't think about your past and trust me you will pass
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Just like chalk and paper,
Soundless sounds i hear
Just like the lyrics you write,
Feelings that don’t exist apear
Red flags, yellow flags and all of the colors
But, i see only grey up here.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC