"ause" poems
(C)ause
(R)eality
(U)nderstands,
(S)tolen
(H)earts
(S)ometimes
(O)verdo
(D)evoted
(A)dorations
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
.
•they'd
come at night•
these footsteps are
never light• always
heavy and running ar-
ound•...they are annoy-
ingly creepy..., these aw-
ful sounds•every night,
after eleven without
fail•into rooms,
us they would
tail• making a
din overhead
•when all
should
be quiet inste-
ad•like barefooted
children i would ***
ume...•wandering and
exploring into every ro-
om•...could they come
wilfully•from the cou-
ple who live above
me•i very much
doubt so•bec-
ause this much
i know...•that
the neigh-
bour up-
stairs, they're
old•frail and meek;
never bold•they'd re-
tire early•after late, ne-
ver a party•now... there
the feet go again•drivi-
ng me almost insane•
on my ceiling now,
they're pacing•
they know i kn-
ow and they are
playing•these
invisible
feet•ne-
ver would we
meet•one thing for
sure•this is not a friv-
olous tour•determined
to tell•that they exist
as well•nothing i'm
certain but it is clear
•i think they really
like it here...•
•i don't think
they're leavi-
ng•they're
bent on
staying...•
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
There's a friend--
Why JUST a friend?
BeCause she said.
There's a girL--
Why JUST a girl?
Because i said.
You're just A boy.
That...
I won't deny
Who do yoU want?
i don't know.
Who shoulD you want?
That's too easy.
"Pick a Side"
"mIx em"
Well, there's
a challenge
a chase
an obsession
...It's fleeing
Or, Am I?
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
.
Ho w
about I come
to your place to
night,so I can sho
w you the growth
ofmy natural log
I'm not being ob
tuse, you are be
ing a cute girl . Y
ou mustbe the sq
are root of -1 bec
ause you can't be
real. The derivat
ive ofmy love for
you is 0, because
my lovefor you is
constant. Why d
on't we use some
Fourier analysis
on our relation
ship and reduce
to a series of Sim
ple per io doc
Fun ctions. I wish i was
your calculus home work, because then
I'd be hard and you 'd be doing me on yo
ur desk.Hey, baby want to squeeze my
Theorem while I poly your
n o m i a l
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
. A
Tiny hat
My forefathers
Humble beginnings
I somewhat envy them bec
Ause then,they had their own styl
E with self made values
And rules not trying to
Copy others but living
in utmost grace and si
mplicity.though I woul
dn't want to live back;
in those days,I respect
The strength of my forefathers
Their intellect and wisdom,yes.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
When everybody tells me that I can be anything I want,
I was born to do what I want,
I believe them.
So, I was born to be wild.
Or maybe I was born 2 b wild (numeral and letter)
or brn2bwld (no vowels nospaces)
I'm a poet and I'm proud to say
**** form and while im at it, **** the word
*** (no c) and **** the grammar of needing to put the apostrophe in im
Because I write as i want i am as I want and nothing can
Change that.
like gatsby the Great i have given birth to Myself and
I am me, no
One ELSE
not even gatsby or any Ayn Randian wetdream dreamed of on a midsummer night because
fk (no c no vowels) Shakespeare and fitzgerald and the shrugging atlas
becuz (uz instead of ause)
this is Me
and no One, not a duckface peacesign Mona Lisa or a bandanawearing bazookawielding Benjamin Franklin
can ever destroy
t h a t
because (no change) I am born to be wild (no change)
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
this is
a poem of a
bird, a duck to be tota-
lly specific .Although
there might
not seem any-
thing that duck-ish about this poem as you read
it, it will soon occur to you (if it has not already) that
this poem is really very special since it is not only
about a duck but it is in the shape of a duck...
You see this duck is called Gershwin and he
likes splashing in puddles so that is
what makes
he , him
does happy
all bec-
this is ... day ause
supposed to be a long . he
puddle .Yes it is and and that , is a duck!
a ....... too ........
........... ....... ... .
splash
look below......
......
...... ..................
......................
..............
.......
.
* this is the most weirdest poem i
have ever written and its just so RANDOM*
;p
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
rainbows of oil
where your f ingers t ouch
leave mar ks on marble
leave ma rks on slate
leave waves in wa ter
and I know you can touch the surface bec
ause I pulled you back from goi
ng deep
before you fell too hard to rea
ch the bottom
--
--
--
--
I imagined your fingers reaching up
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
I try not to tell you how I feel
No one should determine your choices but you
Farther from honesty I become
Lies aren’t told, but my thoughts aren’t portrayed
Unless you can dig them out of me
Every thought you have discourages you
No truth I could tell would save you from that
‘Cause the truth is, if you go
Everything would be hard for me, and you’d only feel worse
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 4:47 PM UTC
the disappearance of
lightning-bugs-scares
the little dark
place
behind my rib-
cage.
it twangs with
a need of a flutter
and a beat.beating.trying
flying- sensation of wind-under
a beetles wingss. a crea
ture. of peculiarloveliness that
twinges into theee word bee.t.ling
the disappearance of lightning.
bugss. I’m afraid to say. Is bec-
ause… I i I swallowed
them
into
and swallowed them
into the dark of
my chest.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
R emember when we were in love?
E ven just a little?
B ecause I'll never forget.
E specially the bad moments.
C ause the worst moments with you,
C hanged me for the better. So I'll
A lways thank you for that year point 5
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:14 AM UTC
a was b cause c ause he d id e arned f irst g ave h is I d
j ust K arl L oved m any n ot o ne p er q uite r s ane t o
u ndo v ery w ell X poses Y z?
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
Sacrilegious thoughts fill my
Unusually sick mind, and
I don't care be-
Cause
I will
Die
Eventually
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
today i
didn't
cut my
leg ab
ove the
knee be
low the
hip bec
ause i
didn' t
want yo
u to ask
w h e n
we have
***
and you
watch
me get
dressed
after.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
Pause,
Along the lines of,
Universal time.
Suppress the hands of the minute and hour
Entrap my thoughts in a cage
PAUSE
Make sure to double lock them
And throw them away.
Don't forget to burn the key,
I really need a second to breathe
PAUSE
Perhaps, a couple seconds more
Understanding me, the forever misunderstood
Stamped on my forehead,
Engraved on my skin.
PAUSE
Can you read me now?
Now that I'm,
drowning in seconds,
engulfed in minutes,
gone for hours.
Yet, time never paused....
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
I want you to:
Protect me always
Even if you are away
Always call me
Cause you are mine to be
Everything else doesn't matter, you see
I come with peace:
Personality
Education
Attention
Care
Everything
I just want you for me...
©sim
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
(I) s this really all that's left?
(C) an I get out as a thinker with a pen?
(A) m I worth the trouble in the end?
(L) ife seems not to think so,
(L) iving the way I do
(I) s it really all that wrong?
(T) o fight a feeling for this long
(V) engance will be mine I swear
(E) ven if all along I cared
(N) ow you've tipped the edge
(T) onight as I hang above my bed
(I) s it going to be enough to turn your head
(N) ow that I am dead
(G) uess not, you never saw your bad
(S) o guess what?
(I) am not mad
(N) ever have been
(C) ause I care too much
(E) ven now that I no longer breathe
(Y) ou still hate me
(O) ut of sight, can you see
(U) nderneath all the skin of me
(W) hat if I peeled it back for you
(O) nce just so you could look
(N) ever again
(T) ill you
(L) ook into the world that you shook
(I) 'm still here and ready to fight at your command
(S) till ready to move the dust, dirt and the sand
(T) his night might just be my last stand
(E) ven though I know
(N) ever again will I be yours
But that's just my crying right?
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC