"armer" poems
ITS ALMOST AS IF UR MY DARK KNIGHT
AND MAYBE UR THE ONE TO SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET
AND MAYBE DEEP DOWN INSIDE IVE ALWAYS KNOWN IT COULD BE
MAYBE IM STEADY JUST 2 STUCK ON THE FACT THAT I CAN GET SO COMFORTABLE
IN YA ARMS
PROTECTED BY A STRONG
KNIGHT WITH A BRIGHT SHINY ARMER
AND AS THE STARS REFLECT IN UR EYES I JUMP UP 2 THE SKY
WANTING 2 SEE HOW IT LOOKS EACH AND EVERYTIME
ALWAYS KNOWN U
BUT I NEVER TOOK THE TIME 2 GET 2 KNOW U
AND ITS STRANGE HOW YOU CAN SIT ME ON YOUR HORSE
AND TAKE ME AWAY INTO MY DREAMS
FEELING FEELINGS I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT
AND KNOWING EXACTLY WHAT THEY MEAN
SO I JUST SIT BEHIND U
RUNNING INTO A FAIRYTALE
AN ENCHANTED LAND
BYING PASS ALL THE SANDS THAT ARE QUICK
FASTER AND FASTER AND FASTER WE GO
DUCKING AND DODGING THE GHOST OF THE PATHS
I GRAB U CLOSER 2 ME
THE WIND BLOWS VICIOUSLY
BUT I CAN STILL FEEL EACH AND EVERY INCH
OF UR BODY HEAT
JUST 2 HOLD U AND CLOSE MY EYES
PURE ******
THE WIND CONTINUES 2 BLOW
AND THE LEAVES STILL AT FLUTTER
U STOP.... AND KISS MY FOREHEAD
SO I STAND AND ALLOW U 2 DO IT
AND IT ALL FEELS LIKE A TRICK
BUT WHAT IT REALLY IS...
ITS JUST THE SIMPLE FACT THAT MY
FOREHEAD IS NOT USED TO THIS
NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN TOUCHED SO GENTLY
GOT ME ALL TWISTED MENTALLY
SHOULD OF BEEN TREATED THIS WAY ORIGINALLY
DAM SO MANY THOUGHTS RUNING SWIFTLY
AROUND MY HEAD
MY STOMACH ONCE RUMMBLED OF HUNGRY
BUT HOW ARE U SUPPOST TO FEEL ONCE IT GETS FEED?
IM BEAUTIFUL U SAY
AND I WISH THAT AT THAT MOMENT I WAS ABLE TO THINK FAST ENOUGH 2 SAY U 2
AND IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE
I LOST U
.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
We got the ocean breeze and the seven seas.
humming birds and buzzing bees
plant's and creatures
the beauty features .
farmers armer's and those midnight charmers
we have food not hard to search for,
kids who have to line at church door's
there'e are stores to by our sneekers others off to be a tweeker.
we get clean drinks with out no kinks it's the U.S.A with out no pay.
with a clean head, and a nice bed.
some call it lucky to live in a shed...
a different country roomate with a monkey ,
roof made of hay the dirt bed a lay.
we live like survivors , we search for our dinners , how is it made to be u.s.a winners?
with you're cool cars and movie stars,
you get ocupied ,
and well supplied...
what a cool plate i'd wish for in fate
you have you're singers we eat with our fingers.
you roll those dice and hope for some nice,
lets go find dinner and cope with some rice....
Look who's at bat and serving at war,
you're lifes just so hard with you're one choor.
I want MY MONEY!!!
HA!
thats shit's just funny...
_---Look at this world--
with a breef glance ,
Think of it more then some school dance.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
Your body.
My body.
Totally different body's.
That over time have became one.
You have made mistakes.
I stayed by your side.
I have done some bad things.
Your still by mine.
I hope we can stay one for the rest of our lives.
I promise I will not tell half truths or lies.
I believe you will promise the same.
I know we have lost some trust.
I'm willing to work hard to get it back.
Your my one and only.
My forever and always.
My knight and shining armer.
Who one day will ask me to be his queen.
So I can say.
My king.
Jonathan.
You are my everything.
You always will be.
I can't wait till the day I can stand in front of everyone.
Look at my ocean eyes.
And say to my fifty shades.
I Do.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
We got the ocean breeze and the seven seas.
humming birds and buzzing bees
plant's and creatures
the beauty features .
farmers armer's and those midnight charmers
we have food not hard to search for,
kids who have to line at church door's
there'e are stores to by our sneekers others off to be a tweeker.
we get clean drinks with out no kinks it's the U.S.A with out no pay.
with a clean head, and a nice bed.
some call it lucky to live in a shed...
a different country roomate with a monkey ,
roof made of hay the dirt bed a lay.
we live like survivors , we search for our dinners , how is it made to be u.s.a winners?
with you're cool cars and movie stars,
you get ocupied ,
and well supplied...
what a cool plate i'd wish for in fate
you have you're singers we eat with our fingers.
you roll those dice and hope for some nice,
lets go find dinner and cope with some rice....
Look who's at bat and serving at war,
you're lifes just so hard with you're one choor.
I want MY MONEY!!!
HA!
thats shit's just funny...
__---Look at this world_--
with a breef glance ,
Think of it more then some school dance.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 6:59 PM UTC
Celle, de qui l'Amour vainquit la fantaisie,
Que Jupiter conçut sous un Cygne emprunté ;
Cette sœur des Jumeaux, qui fit par sa beauté
Opposer toute Europe aux forces de l'Asie,
Disait à son mirouer (1), quand elle eut saisie
Sa face de vieillesse et de hideuseté (2) :
« Que mes premiers Maris insensés ont été
De s'armer pour jouir d'une chair si moisie !
« Dieux, vous êtes jaloux et pleins de cruauté !
Des Dames sans retour s'envole la beauté :
Aux serpents tous les ans vous ôtez la vieillesse. »
Ainsi disait Hélène, en remirant son teint.
Cet exemple est pour vous : cueillez votre jeunesse :
Quand on perd son Avril, en Octobre on s'en plaint.
1. Mirouer : Miroir.
2. Hideuseté : Laideur, répugnance.
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He speaks to me of courage and strength, of warriors and great men,
I speak to him of the courage and strength that it takes to show his vulnerabilities, of warriors that fight for peace, of men who use their greatness for equality.
He wakes in the morning ready to take on the world, his armer shinning and strong, his walls of protection surrounding him.
I urge him to stay in bed, just a little longer, so that when he rises, his armer stays in his dreams and his walls exist only in his nightmares,
He pain is in the past, in the fears of the future, both non existent in this moment, and yet this moment is not his.
I whisper to him, to let it go, let it be, to be present.
He hears me, he understands, yet without feeling there is no truth to understanding, and knowing will never be his,
I let him be, this fight is his.
He knows I am there and I know that he will be brave enough.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
As I sat up today to began my day the pressure of anxiety has either become numb or slowly decest. unwanting Smiles have become the quickest way to blind this discomfort "I'm ok, im ok" repeats more in my head than the signals sent to respire. Time spent looking down has dulled my sense of color no longer able to identify the difference between them. Black and white is now it's outcome. Unwanted, wanted alarms has me walking to find each nights sky as if then I would regain anything from this discolored vision. Days back sitting on top of the moutain I've gaind loved for the sunlight. Unable to look directly in its direction without my eyes flickering, old memorys grant me it's true identity. Wind with out obstruction is unsettling . I fear with out bricks I can no longer build a wall around myself. Having my guard down for this long has me feeling like a knight without armer. My collection of keys has not open the doors to the great beyond. I wish to meet you there. Without thought I walked down a familiar path only this time the once beautiful garden has become a dark swamp. The lack of care would do this. As I scream in anger a tear builds and reflects a light quickly looking for what I've lost I see it. But the swamp deepins and the mud thickens and I began to understand this path no longer belongs for me. So you stay bight without light, loud with out sound, alive around death your the only wild orchid in my ugly swamp.
Finding things to distract myself have become a necessity no longer a want. I've been stuck on many things but having to be brave to get down a mountain has gained my love. A craving for a thoughtless mind had become an addiction. Impulsively I've begin to repeat the same movements but expecting a different outcome so I go higher up the mountain each day. Somehow it's been someone was always needed to be by side but that perception has faded once I get down with a smile on my face. I can't imagine a day without these moments of silence. With a theory of Dizzy legs in the seas legs become strong. Easy knees different balance it's not hard to gain control. I now flow with the wind once I found it's direction it's become music that hasn't moved me. Without keys without bricks without armer you'll have to climb this mountain to try and hurt me. (Title)
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC