"appearence" poems
- A Psalm Of Johnson when he committed a ****** sin
Oh Yahweh, Oh my Yahweh, I must confess,
I sinned against you and now my life's a mess.
No matter how hard I try to do whats right,
Hot women end up being my kryptonite.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 6:11 PM UTC
You lurk in chat rooms talkin
bout what you'd like to do.
All naked accept for a captian's hat.
Ya know after hello it's probaly
not best to ask do you wanna *****
Mr pervert do you enjoy.
Taking trips to mexico maybe to take in a
show.
Getting beat with a wire hanger
being called a bad boy.
Were ya born with a ***** loose?
Did uncle Charlie get to friendly
and papa John slip something in your juice?
Do you really like farm hand dot com
thats just wrong.
No Mr pervert I dont wanna see pics of you
covered in oil wearing a thong.
And im really not into what ya can fit
up your ***
Glad to know what happend to that goon
at the back of the class.
No you cant have my number.
Okay your a woodman.
Please I really dont need any pics of
your lumber.
No I dont wanna wrestle in the dark you freak.
Yes im happy you enjoy being beat every
other day of the week.
You really need some help.
Yes I think to catch a preditor would be a
great show for you to make a appearence.
No I dont wanna play airlane.
so ***** your clearence.
Please why cant that connection to
your basement just go out.
Guess what your doing now.
Well to be honest I know without a single
doubt.
I can imagine what its like to be you.
well ***** that cause theres some ****
so freaky even I wont do.
So when ya see that name appear
on the screen it's probaly best to ignor.
I mean unless your really into hanging out
with a lathred up nut who eats outta
a dog dish apon the floor.
I was flipping through the channels
and to no suprize what did I see.
why dateline with Chris Hanson and
Mr pervert on my t.v.
I had to laugh at every word said.
Gooodbye Mr pervert.
Didnt take a geinus to figure out
you were ****** up in the head.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 11:33 AM UTC
Known as the beast,
He actually was the
cursed prince,
his only parts that were human
were his beautiful heart
and the crystal blue eyes
that held so much pain
mixed with hope
to find his Beauty
who, with her True Love,
will break the spell
but
the beauty was too blind
to look beyond his ugly appearence,
to drown in his crystal blue eyes,
and
to fall in love with his
beautiful heart
the hope in his eyes died one day
the curse grew stronger
and now he was
The Beast by Heart !!
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Equipped with a mind of its own. So intelligent, independent. How lovely could such a thing be? Any one can honestly step a foot outside of their own comfort zone and could right away, catch a pretty being out the corner of their eye. But tell me, could anyone right off the bat spot someone with a pretty soul? A mindset of the wonders, so amorous that an aura of bliss surrounds She?
Could one glance, one move or one word overwhelm the physical structure? Can it possibly defy human qualities? Can She, possibly be? One glance, can easily tense muscles.
One move can without stress, shoot these sensations down your nervous system. One word can alter brain waves and deplete your speech in ways that your tongue becomes a foreign language.
Such a thing, such an emotion could not be solved by any physicist nor chemist. No medicine or research can overthrow something so powerful. It’s as simple as can be, but yet so dangerous and no one is immune.
A crush. That’s all that’s needed; so viral and contagious. Once you pass by the She who has this in their DNA, it causes for no turning back. You’re caught. You’re done. You’re stuck with this illness ‘til death. And that’s the thing. Everyone is bound to catch this disease eventually. There is that one person out there that matches your DNA. I guarantee that the person will infest your immune system ‘till death do us part. You just need to wait, don’t rush, stay patient.
If you overjump, you’ll ultimately hurt yourself for forcing your body into this sickness because of just a pretty appearence. It’s false, and straight up lethal. You’ll just know right off the bat when you found your matching illness. Your body will initiate, then your mind will, of course, follow.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Issue or no issue, the fact that there is no issue becomes an issue
Over a period of time this issueless issue gathers the strength of storm,
a storm, which is waiting to happen in your life.
Story or no story,
there is always a story,
something,
which goes on at the back of your mind.
Subconscious mind has got lot of things in it's store to store some of which belong the past,
a few amongst them belong to present,
somewhere along the line of thinking a few amongst them even relate to the future.
Hence story or no story there is always a story that goes on in the mind, the only thing that remains is that you need to redress the same.
Whether you agree upon or you disagree,
argue or deny,
more or less,
it makes little or no difference.
A fact that always draws all your attention,
something, which remains pretty much the same,
over a period of time a bottom line which is drawn also states the same,
conflicts have always remained a part of everyone's life.
Over a period of time everything related to conflicts remains more or less the same.
At most the intensity of conflict can be reduced, later on the same conflict will come up again, if not resolved.
Definitely over a period of time everything related to a conflict remains more or less the same, if not resolved.
When efforts are been made at every level to decide upon the future course of action something is waiting to happen round the corner,
waiting to take place is nothing else,
nothing different, but a debate.
Now here at this point in time during a debate, conflict makes it's first appearence.
Conflicts can govern any kind of form, small or big, then that doesn't matter.
Initially at the beginning intentions or obligations will not come in middle of the way.
If you don’t have any intentions, doesn't matter.
For the time being things will remain stable,
but not for quite long time,
sooner or later things will change,
since your peers will defintiely take the much needed initiative of getting you involved in the conflict making sure that the debate continues taking a new shape.
The conflict of thoughts will then begin again.
Like or dislike, love or hate, feelings and emotions have remained a part of everyone's life.
Complex is the nature of thoughts going on in the mind different from routine
So complex are the thoughts going on in the mind,
so much so that they make the most simplest of things in life look complex.
A perplexed situation bothers the mind
Everything that goes on in the mind then needs monitoring,
need of hour remaining more or less the same
The need prior was also the same,
need during overcoming an odd still remains very much the same.
Not only how to make things work is the concern in the present, but much more concerning is to make them work in the right way.
The only way out is to pick up the right moment in time to get the right way out of the present situation.
Almost all the time many feel,
if not most of us that life is simple,
however, most of the time this does not happen,
neither does it hold true.
Definitely, sooner or later,
a few simple things become a part of everyone's life remaining in their life for quite a long time.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
I went to a place.
Dark and lit by city lights.
I let me heart rest, my mind...not up to the task,
I let the moon handle that.
The stadiums are sound asleep,
the three rivers calm and live as always.
The fountain shines high tonight, well deserved appearence.
All I can hear is tires on construction roads.
I can hear the *** holes laugh from here.
It's sad really.
I will never see it as others do.
The burden of knowing the truth.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
I'm tired of being second.. My eyes lose direction when I think of this planet.
My palms so hot and my heart is drawn to lyrics.
There words trace my life and my appearence, forget what they say cause all they ever want is someone who will give them attention !
Those idols! Those Golden and silver boys and Girls that gave there soul for attention!
But who am I? Getting ****** in of there current life...are they dead or just not alive?
Existence is what they prize
Living is what I love, to love is what makes life my life is like night all black and the only light that comes in is the son behind me giving me light to see..
I'm tired of being second, but when did my strength have to do with what I do best?
"I rather be second and do my best then to second guess of who I am just to exist for there attention."
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
innocence eyes and the social smile
and her neatly carved appearence
is what strikes me as she flows across
the doorstep
because everything about that
face is false and it speaks for itself loudly
in a harsh and violent voice
but the world accepts that
better that the face of things
are neat and clean
it matters little what lay benith
but reality is pornographic
and it will skull **** you
death has a hardon for more death
the darkness has an allure
may look so attractive
mystery and adventure
silence the things chasing you
but take care my friend
its a bitterman who eats bitter breads
and stands back from his fellow man
its a mindful man who shares the warmth of
his hearth and home
no good will ever come from this thing
this darkness that you adore
it gives you a sense of belonging
that is really the feelin of being consumed alive
no fitting fate for one such as you
she is beyond all aid
or recourse of the worlds cold hand
*
*
long pause
filled with the soft sound of her bringing herself to
******
in the bed
across the vast dark room
*
*
her voice reached out to me
with a feeling of tears
soft and smooth as silk
'this is not how it was supposed to be'
*
*
her voice captivates me
captures me with feather bonds
entice me down the dim hall
in the humid night
to the sanctuary of her arms
*
headlong into the night
this memory is like a mountain that i must climb
no ordinary woman
no beer hall dance song
*
this is no ordinary love
this is passion
this is what life is meant to be
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
Why is it every time you live somewhere it feels like your not wanted. Even with your parents or parent you feel like your not wanted. Even if you try your best to make everyone happy and accept you still dont feel wanted. I guess when you let go of people that do hurt you you feel even lonlier because u dont have them hurting alot.Its like an empty space in your life which i guess would be good because its not any pain but your so use to it it feels like your missing a big piece in your life.Because your so use to taking the blame and dealing with the hurt. You want it back so you dont feel lonly but you dont want it back because it is nice not having everything be blamed on you even if you didnt do it. Guess what i really am missing is church god in mylife and feeling is love and appearence in mylife. Knowing that he is with me each and every step of the way. Knowing and feeling the love and appearence of him. I need christian friends people that can show me a good path and how to be in control of mylife. To show me how to guide my siblings the way my mom wants to guide them. Show my siblings that i can be obediant with them and my parents. Not to yell or stomp my feet when i get mad or fusterasted. Not to get annoyed when my littles sibs say something over and over to acknowledge them calmly and not yell. To be able to give them adivce and love them when they want to be loved. I want that for them because I never had it so I am going to try and be calm with them and be nicer to them. I want them to be able to be close to them and love them unconditionally. Even when they tell my parents about every little thing i have to deal with it and know they are doing because they care. I didnt know how much caring would be so hard to except even when it doesnt annoy you. I know deep down in my heart i love it and i am smiling trying to hide it because i love it . Even if it is something that i love i still like it in the end. But it still ***** that its gone. end the end i know its because they love me. They wouldnt of taken me in if they didnt.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
The first time i saw you
I witnessed the clouds part.
You were simply walking
I thought to myself, **holy ****
Because
I'd never seen
Someone as cute as you in my life
cliche right
No.
Because see you looked at me too.
And i must ask
what were you thinking?
If...
Anything at all.
I found myself thinking of you all day
Nothing lustful,
No
Just innocent thoughts.
I thought about how clear your eyes are
And how much i would like to talk to you.
Im a loverboy.
God i know.
And i fall easy.
But trust me,
I want you
You are different.
Just like me.
And i value that.
I value you
I know these words are words.
But i am trying to be brave.
See
i dont like to be brave
But you are worth humility
Worth slander
Worth anything.
You took my heart that day.
And if its okay with you,
Id like to implement a no returns policy
Im a simple guy
But my feelings for you are joyfully complicated.
I looked in the mirror that day.
**i took a **** good look at myself**
And i came to the conclusion that i couldnt win a girls heart like yours.
But i know.
i know
That you dont love for the appearence.
Every time we meet
You greet me with a warm smile,
tight hug
And i hope
You see something in me that you like
Right?
God i hope so.
I can never find the words to tell you
But
Here it is.
I like you.
(As i fall over in ******* relief)
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
Our Father, who art in heaven
I have some confessions.
I am terrified.
Of what?
Everthing.
I break into plague-like bubonic hives when I worry about THE future, my future,
any future because it does not involve any of the nows.
Moments of newness and unclarity, of strangers and distant conversations of topics I know not of yet,
weeks in agony trying to earn money for rent,
days waiting for a sign, in the form of a plus or minus, to dictate whether or not
a parasite grows in my womb.
Father, I sin daily
for I am a glutton
in my eyes.
I see flaws in my appearence,
though no horrible disfigurements exist;
in my thoughts, this is even more unforgivable,
the invention of sorrows that are not mine,
the pitiful desire for perfection.
I feel I do not deserve the wonders that I have.
Grant me the ability to feel secure and grateful
rather than worthless and guilty.
Oh brother, woe is nobody
for all is too good to waste,
yet nearly impossible to entirely feel.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
i want you to regret everything
you've loved before me and lost
i want everything else besides me
to lose their eesome ways
everything you write aureate of me
and the sillage of when i go outside
without you to burn as if the sun was in your hands
as all your promises will be mine
mine will be yours and i will walk between these
valleys
with you and when this world burns apart
i will follow you to the stars
and despite my lustful appearence desired from your eyes
to the ****** of your hips and wrists to mine
i want you to be inside my minds, hold my thought's hands
be in my nightmares, and stir my dreams
there is no condition you've put me in
so i must ask you put yourself in the same
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I’m not A normal Women.
I have issues That affect Not just me but my life entirely.
When I met You
Addiction was my only problem
You created Everything Els that causes daily doubts and arguments
I Was Once comfortable
In My own body.
like Everyone Els,
There are Things
I wish To Change Or have.
My Weight Didn't Bother me.
I didn't care about My physical Appearence much.
I Was Once Able To Go
A Full Month Without worrying About my looks.
until I Met You.
Everything Changed For me.
You Told me So Much.
Certain Likes,
Preferences & Dislikes.
What Your Taste in Women Are.
Hearing everything, I was far off.
Now Being Beautiful
is important to me.
Having A Smooth face, Slim Body *** And ****** Is What I feel I need To be Accepted And Liked.
Many Opportunties will Open And I will attract Friends.
Looking Beautiful In This World is The key To a happy life in my Eyes
Every Pretty Person I've seen
Is Happy with them self.
they have their Life together and living so well,
You are privileged in this world If You are goregeous.
It makes me cry
Every time I reach out for it.
I don't feel pleased When I'm about to Consume it.
It makes me feel horrible knowing I'm only doing this to forget the pain you put me through.
To Erase The memories .
How I wish I never went through this. Everyday I'm wishing I looked beautiful .
Light skin, well dressed, *** & big ****** like
You happily explained your type
All I Want is To Feel Happiness.
Go A Full Day Without Worrying About Nothing Naturally.
I Don't know how to See The beauty Life provides.
To Feel The Breeze And Have The sun Shine on me.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
Unprovide my mind, please.
Lest I care about matters of the flesh.
Listen to my expostulation,
as I am prostrate bowed.
I do not want exoneration,
for lust stains will remain
but I can no longer stand
the tenacity of it.
For it no longer can command
in guaranteeing its veracity.
So I long for someone to fetch
this excellent wretch from me.
The inner dome of Heaven has fallen
and with it, this wicked thing's ethereal appearence.
Revealing the venereal act planned from the begining.
I run far and hide from Daystar.
No longer enamored with its lustful glamour.
I wish for its allure to be nullified
and so it may unprovide my mind.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
I didn’t want much
The sound of my name in your mouth
conjuring the taste of honey and long and lazy Sunday mornings
I didn’t want diamonds
To see the soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept and the scent of fresh
brewing coffee
I didn’t want forever
Just to watch shadows chase our story across your dreams and wondering
if I would make an appearence in them
But I didn’t want much … which turns out … was just as well
Solitaire
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
In sleep you find comfort
In your crafts you find inspiration
In your pets you find love
But in the people you love
And who love you back
You find criticism
Short tempered
And anoyyed
In the presence of a Stranger
God forbids you speak up
You would take the word of a stranger that would comment about your appearence
But from the ones who love you a chuckle of disbelief escapes your breath
My love yes
I do wonder of our
F
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
When I look in the mirror,
am I supposed to see something?
You see a reflection.
Do you see anything else?
Does anyone see anything else,
other than your appearence?
No.
They don't.
Do I care?
Am I supposed to?
Because I don't.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC
today someone asked me what my mother was like
I hesitated
Do I talk about her appearence
About how life and the heat of Jamaica has watered her down to a mere 110 pounds
or about how her lovely mischievious eyes have sunken, aching to escape this world
or maybe about the way she looked at me with pain and remorse because she can't provide a meal
No I should talk about her personality
I should tell them she's very family oriented
She will gladly con any man and spew sweet lies into their ear if it means putting food on the table
And that she loves to dress me up as if I'm a doll and take me out like I'm the only prize she has ever won in her life
I should definitely tell them that she has become the men that hurt her
Now all she does is lie and leave
I will tell them she has given up on all hope of finding true love
And that the only thing that gets her through life is her Bible and a knife
I ponder all these things but I just finally say
"She's nice"
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
sometimes, I just wish I was pretty enough.
pretty enough for being a friend,
pretty enough for being a lover,
pretty enough for being a perfect daughter,
pretty enough in everything,
even for being alive.
also for being my self.
sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be called as beautiful for being myself.
For the way I am, like, beautiful in and out.
I am not saying I wish I was one hundred percent perfect.
just pretty sure people get to see me the way I am.
not that 'pretty' the way I look by appearence.
and I, apologize to everyone who I ever met.
for every inch of my part that most of the time makes you barely breath
for every inch of my skin that makes you worry a lot and try to get rid of it
for every inch of my touch that left scars on yours
sorry for being me.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
The shadow of my growing pain, will cast upon your helping hand,
But fear not, friend, i'll rise again, until it's meant to be the end.
On the lights, they flicker bright, it's make believe, what we can see,
But turn them off, and hold your breath, for shadows cast the strongest beams.
Get on that horse, the light would say, as dawn would fade the lightest
At the moon's appearence, you see what's real, For shadows are the Brightest.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
leaves are falling
just like me
beauty in appearence
just like me
carried away
just like me
stepped on
just like me
soon to be forgotton
just like me
leaves are falling
just like me
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 6:17 PM UTC
Look the yellow butterfly on jasmine
Black dots on its papery wings
Giving it appearence like a queen
I want to touch it my heart just sings
Attracted by the jasmine's fragrance
******* its nectar in a calm manner
Without producing any sound any menace
Its stealing my heart away like a robber
I said Why don't you sit on my palm
Butterfly replied you just want to me capture
You are attracted by my charm
I am not a pleasing creature
The love of jasmine is so true n pure
Which is far behind your imagination
You love outer beauty i am sure
Stop chasing me i am not your destination
..
let me go don't stop my way
Leaving thousand of questions in my mind
the butterfly flew far away
Now the answers i have to find..
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
A man without a heart
.
I'm just a man without a heart
and empty shell, surroundings dark
my nights go by clouded without the stars
Inside me, I'm all doubt and war
a fight wich I cannot win nor lose
full of sin, my moods
are like the weather
grey and rain
my appearence is like the country spain
without the sun my skin feels like leather
all dried out, no passion or flame
no candles lit or games to play
so the angle from wich I came today
is to slit my wrist my blood will pay
my mental's sick my grudges pray
the hatred that's rushing from my veins
embodies the darkness from wich I came
no masks or **** I murdered today
My world will hold no warmth or flame
I'll just let it be cold and dark
but at least I will be the golden spark
just remember.. I am a man without a heart..
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Should i go along
With a fake smile
Or just frown all day
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC