"awh" poems
I wish I could be as vibrant and bold as a sunflower
Wish my petals could stretch towards the sun
in hopes of growing. I wish these pale painted
faces would stare in awh instead of disgust.
I wish I was as yellow as a sunflower
or maybe an oddly pink tone fleshed with red
I want my color to be praised not discussed
like dirt being picked out of fingers
I have come to the realization that I am a sunflower
Beautiful, bold, and magical
My brown petals stretch out from limb to limb
meeting at my bud with a smile so dazzling
and eyes small but fill with love and hope.
I am a sunflower in the boldest of ways possible
like coffee with no sugar no cream. I am loved like Jupiter
loves Juno, My brightness is appreciated like a full moon
at 12 midnight. I could fill a whole field with my petals
just for your grazing but you don't deserve it.
I am a sunflower. What are you?
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
awh, Little, you’re so sweet
waiting for daddy by the door
lavishing him with love and kisses
awh, Little, you’re so sweet
you want to play
daddy will
after he sits on the couch
and rests for a bit
awh, Little, you’re so sweet
turning on Disney
getting me sweet tea
and a plate of cookies
awh, Little, you’re so sweet
covering me with a blankie
cuddling up with daddy
and watching tv
awh, Little, you’re so sweet
i am so lucky
to have you
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
It took my love, It took me down
Called my inside to be found
And I saw my reflection in the mirror of your face
Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I write what's changing the ocean inside?
Can I hold the reasons for my life?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes it bolder
Even music gets older and I'm getting older too
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes it bolder
Even music gets older and I'm getting older too
Oh, I'm getting older too
Awh, take my love, take me down
Awh, you called my inside to be found
And if you see my reflection in the mirror of your face
Well, the landslide brang it down
And if you see my reflection in the mirror of your face
Well, the landslide brang it down
Oh, the landslide brang me down
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
it was as though the language
of stars was translated to me.
i realized my past was not
my destination.
(how can you see your path
when you always look behind you?)
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
I been on, and on, and on going at it.
Bring the metal, if you have it.
We can play it out.
I'm paranoid, indulge into the void.
I'm a black Savage, bad as Black Sabbath.
Set your ship, shit-deep,
Your last words, you better
assist with what we can salvage!
The other side of me, asked _if you can manage!_
I'll take us both out!
Go out. Goku and Raditz
Blasted into King Kait's World
Special Beam Canon.
None of this is common.
None of ths Canon.
I'm no Nick, we wildin' out
Flying high, disregard all by default
without a calculated LANDING.
KOBE!!! DAMN! We miss you!
_Repent for our sins. Cause we done ENOUGH DAMAGE!
I'm losing my patience and my cool
I'll be ****** if another fool
goes inside a school, with a gun
I'm no mailman. But I will bust out the package.
Go ham on the packet, take it out da plastic!
I'll road-rage-rampage, Laredo Heat
Blacked out Bandit. I am coming for answers!_
No water, all Ice with fire.
Pray for help, if he's old enough
To game and gamble, then he can get scrabbled.... like eggs!
Then give him every sample to lead by example
I am not playing games, off with his head!
i am not soft with the dread.
Get ravaged and dismantled
act hard, then get HANDLED!!
Help me. Help me. Help me....
White noise bringing the realization
from the brain's static
_My mind's eye open, I'ma black man,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
no **** with black magic!
Playing board games, got me bored with your tactics
Try me, you be in Monopoly, figuring why you're "Sorry"
The trouble is on it's way and Trouble is bringing damage
I got nothing else to lose,
My life more wasted than CJ on
highway drifting on xanax.
SKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!!!!!
Awh **** HERE WE GO AGAIN._
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
The two boys.
Of course, they know.
But all they do is laugh.
At the players.
At the tackles.
At the appeals.
And everything else.
Mother.
Always the one who sympathizes.
If the Reds are up by two.
"Oh, I pity the opposition. May they score one."
She says.
"Awh, MUM?!"
Same goes with the eldest.
It would make it more intense.
She thinks.
Me thinks, I should pray for a cleansheet.
Hah!
The two blabbering baboons.
Knows nothing.
Gives running commentaries.
Predicts that the others win the match.
Such support I get.
The next one is a Kop in the making.
I-am-darn-proud.
The lil one thinks Ozil is good looking. -_-
-Doey
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Eyes concerned as hell, look on his face is oh so swell.
He works, yeah he's got them work boots.
No worry's, nah he doesn't even think of those collared suits.
Why yes he is so a country boy. Life he does enjoy.
Awh, hell yeah he's got the country state of mind.
Smart, yes he is. Hopefully he wants that clever type of Dime.
One step up in the morning.
For him yes us girls are yearning.
Fast as hell, you'll never catch up.
Can't even swing by to say 'what's up'.
Listen to me, cause I'm right,
This kid, well he's a ******* sight.
(est.j.r.e.)
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
Rollin,
sticky.
the danky of danky,
takin nd start bakin,
smell's like a pear fruity so fruity.
you just go bake it,
Inhale, enjoy. relax deploy..
stay lit stay fit, Keep open
eye's open -
be loe
they might even glow ,
glossy and slow
they sure will all know. and point you to blame,
the roach coach came and taught you the game.
lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter
heat up this fire and help you get higher,
you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky,
doe's it look white?. you'll sure be alright .,
nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,.
awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it.
I will be busted and you,
just untrusted.....
jessica applegate
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
they might even glow ,
glossy and slow
they sure will all know. and point you to blame,
the roach coach came and taught you the game.
lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter
heat up this fire and help you get higher,
you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky,
doe's it look white?. you'll sure be alright .,
nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,.
awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it.
I will be busted and you,
just untrusted.....
jessica applegate
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
I pack my bag. A girl approaches me.
"I love your jacket! "
/I hate my life./
"Thank you! Me too!"
I hurriedly make my way across the side walk.
" I really like your boots."
/I really don't like being alive./
" Thanks! They were at Target!"
I glance at my tattered agenda.
" I wish I could do make up like you!"
/I wish I would get hit by a car. /
"Aww, thanks! You can always try watching YouTube makeup tutorials for help!"
/I seriously need help./
I scribble doodles in the margins of my notes.
" I wish I could draw like you!"
/I wish I could have my life together./
" Thanks, but it's predominantly in practicing. Draw like you, instead!"
I crumple papers with shaking hands.
" I dig your sense of style."
/ I wish I had my sense of direction./
"Thanks, that makes me feel nice!"
I dig the dirt beneath my jagged nail.
" You always look so cute."
/ I always look for reasons to not **** myself./
"Awh, thanks! I try."
I slouch into a computer chair.
"You look tired."
/I'm tired of my life./
" I'm actually not. I just have naturally dark circles under my eyes, is all."
I glance up at a familiar face.
"How are you?"
/I'm drowning./
"I'm ...surviving. ."
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Wait here to see a magic show to please all the boys and girls of the world. A great disappearing act that no one knows. A trick to leave all in awh, so selfish for him not to reveal. But that makes it better for all of us to figure why he took this choice to show us for a moment that no one ever knows how magic goes. Don't close your eyes for to long for his tricks only last a moment, yet they leave u in memorized commitment for another seized punishment. The curtain falls and the mysterious man vanishes from infront of us. A tale to be told as if he ran off with all our gold. Bewildered he ran off with nothing but his magic show. Should have known that this trick was nothing more then false commitment. Wait here to see a magic show to please those who have no self control.
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 11:30 AM UTC
I remember the first time I wrote you a letter. I wanted to give it to you so bad, each line amongst the blank sheet of paper held secrets and emotions that only belonged to you.
I compared constellations to you, stars and galaxies held the word to shame when it came to beauty because of the way you sparkled; You made the dormant volcano inside me, awaken.
I knew that by the time the ash reached my neck the words "I love you" would never taste the same from the moment you came into my life. I thought I knew what fire tasted like, but the day I kissed you- Crustfied lava in my belly melted into butterlies and rose out of my mouth with your name forming at the edge my tounge and a home for you inside my heart.
And every-time you left my blood to turn at the edge of the blue abyss I wondered if I would ever see you again.
By the time you had come back the butterflies you gave life to, Migrated-looking for love where the sun was abundant and flowers with your name still inside; Sweet with the taste of your skin.
I was empty for months.
It was months after the great migration and spring was in the air, flowers still singing pieces of the way you said you missed me. It took me time to understand that some plants are poisonous to your health but I was so alive with the memories of us still intoxicating the contours of my mind. I was high off of your love, your body, every **** thing about you.
The day you returned, I was no longer the same. My voice was softer. My eyes keen, and my hands rougher against your skin. Yet, the love I had for you went untouched all these years despite the amount of life changing sequences we both faced.
You changed also, so many things were different.
The way you said your own name held fire. You held your chin higher than usual, and your voice rougher, but understanding. You spoke in a formulated manner, never giving in or up. You argued more, you were so stubborn with me. But amongst all that I could see and taste form your lips, one look into your eyes and I knew that nothing had changed between us.
Come morning, the sun kissed you before I could but I stared in awh, and jealousy because come tomorrow I know I wouldn't wake up with the ability to do the same. That doesn't mean that I wasn't grateful for tasting sunrise with your naked self, body and mind sleeping soundlessly next to me.
I knew from that day that I would never love anyone else the way that I love you.
Through the darkest of our days and the brightest, you still have a home within my heart. I will always be waiting for the day I get the chance to kiss you before the sun does.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Bless the fallen for they have suffered.
Lovers or Angels?
It doesn't matter.
They have both felt heavens callused grip.
They have both taken the steps to slip.
They have both feared a great loss.
They have both felt the warmth that injects, infects, that gives your doe eyes that gloss.
Bless the fallen.
The perfect Adam and the perfect eve both fall in line to see our shine.
In awh how we spend our time.
To watch as we intertwine.
The serpent unwinds but we pay it no mind.
It spreads its grime, it's lies, and deceit.
He can keep his apples we feel Eden as we lay, as we playfully touch feet.
The perfect man and the perfect women they reek of jealousy for the heaven they were promised was bested when lips hit cheek.
So Bless the fallen
Lovers or Angels?
It matters not
With lip to cheek our heaven is brought!
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
•
Awh doubt, a glorious thing
Makes the heart stop fluttering
A flaw or two, a bad attitude
Slowly falling out of love,
Doubt, you pull me back down
Down from the clouds,
Into a quiet lounge.
e.s.
•
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
I realized today that I don't have anyone who I call my "best friend".
I sometimes think that I have one.
But then I tell them and I can tell by their response usually if it's real
Or not.
I told a boy once that he was my best friend.
It was honestly nothing more than friendship with us.
He said, "You're mine too."
The way that he said it though...
It was so monotone.
Like he told me just to make it less awkward.
I told a girl once that she was my best friend.
She said "You're mine too."
She never showed it though.
She never listened to me.
Answered me back.
Or seemed to care about me unless it included her or it was drama filled gossip about someone's life.
I once told another girl that she was my best friend.
She didn't answer me back.
She stopped talking to me and we grew apart.
The hard thing about "best friends", is that you each have to feel the same way about each other.
I have even had people say I was their best friend.
I never felt the same though.
I always said "Awh, thank you."
Then they would leave me.
Like everyone else.
I thought I should be my own best friend once.
But like I said,
You have to have a mutual love for each other.
And to be honest...
I don't like myself a lot of the time.
So I wonder.
If I wasn't stuck with myself,
Would I leave me too?
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Oh hey!
Hey.
What did you say?
I said Hi
Oh, I see, so you're that type of guy.
What? What do you mean?
Come on man, lets not make a scene!
Wait, are rhyming my words??
Well of course not, that's just absurd!
You just done it again!
I done what Ken?
My name isn't even Ken, will you just shut it?
I don't know what you mean? Am I being a ***
Yes you are, what's up with you? You're normally shy??
Don't say that you'll make me cry.
*** if you don't shut up I'll punch you!
How rude!
Erm, that didn't even rhyme?
Awh crap!
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
Awh honey,
You didn't do it again did you?
Don't fall for me.
I already told you I was broken.
I'm a warrior.
I've been to battle.
I created the battles.
I shot myself.
I'm like a siren.
My bad.
Awh honey,
Just stop.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
"You are so innocent"
"You are so cute when you are angry"
"Oh, shh, you could never hurt anyone"
"You are too nice to do anything bad"
"Awh, look at you trying to be tough"
"Violence and you aren't even remotely related"
"You? Jealous?? But you're life is perfect!!! What more could you ask for???"
oh honey...
*You haven't seen anything yet*
I hide a side of me, no one is wants to see
*Make me jealous, one more time, I dare ya*
Hurt my friends, one more time,I dare ya**
*Break my family, like you've tried, I dare ya*
Just if you do, watch your back
Sweet Revenge will be waiting around the corner
Just
You
Wait
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
The last time you were here you told me you knew.
You told me you knew that I had "feelings, or past feelings" and that you "had multiple sources."
However, you never mentioned that they weren't mutual, never told me that you didn't want to ruin our relationship blah blah blah.
You never rejected them, you welcomed them. Encouraged them when you put your fingers to my pulse to check how fast my heart was beating with your touch.
You laughed when I said there were no poems about you, you were convinced otherwise.
And then the next day when I sent the "only one that existed" you responded with "Woah! So it is a thing! Awh!"
You also apologized for "bringing up the past in that way," and mentioned that it "was wack."
I apologized if my feelings made you uncomfortable in any way and you said "it is what it is."
It is what it is?
What is?
What the hell does that mean?
Why say that?
Why why why?
I love you a lot, but please, tell me soon.
What we have doesn't not mean something, right?
What we have is bigger than everyone's disapproval, right?
I miss you.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
“Hey dad, what’s your favorite thing about each of us?”
Innocent questions were her specialty.
She was too curious.
He looked at her after a second,
To think.
“Well your mother is my soul mate.
She keeps me in check.
She’s hardworking.
I love her.”
She made a mocking ‘awh’
Clenched her heart.
He rolled his eyes.
He continued.
“Your older brother is strong.
He’s independent.
He knows how to handle adversity.
He knows how to work”
She saluted her father.
Mimicking her older brother.
General wanna-be.
Not quite there.
“Your older sister is a free spirit.
She is outgoing.
She is exciting.
She could do what she wanted with that head of hers.
She’s good at everything.
She can do anything.”
He smiled and shook his head.
They were one and the same.
The first daughter took after her dad.
Almost like looking in a mirror.
She smiled as she was waiting her turn.
Being the third child.
“Your little brother will be a leader.
He can overcome anything.
He can adapt to any climate.
He is fun and athletic.
He can do it.”
Her dad nodded his head.
Put down the dried dishes.
He began to walk away.
Her smile faded.
“Wait what about me?
What do you think about me?”
She tried to smile.
She straightened her posture.
He turned around.
“Oh yeah, uh.
Well.
You’re pretty.”
He turned and walked upstairs.
Finished.
Leaving her in the kitchen.
Alone.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
& I'm tripping ****
The most woke up in this *****
Entranced in my pants
So I press my luck
Awh shucks
Wish Uncle Boomer was in town
Get my noggin struck
Then my jimmy bust
And I’m covered in the utmost love
There's a fissure within my mind
So I enter the Divide,
To awaken the divine
Through a wormhole,
I burrow deeper
Into the steepest chasms
With my magic wand
Manifest the godhead sublime phantasmic
Make myself known to the
Cosmic collective consciousness
Like an oracle I peer
through the eye of a reptilian
While Sub-atomic particles
zoom past by the millionths
In slow-motion a pyramidal image surfaces
And i can see between
the vibrations that resonate
A glimpse through the window
Of a discordant future permeates
Putrid in a wasted stupor
Chasing that hit of enlightenment
To illuminate my brain
The lightbulb is lit
Suh dude
As a shape shifting parasite
enters through the brain stem
And takes all my faculties hostage
I’m slaving away
Been here all day
Quit your *******
I'm in the kitchen
With repetition
Whippin it ~
chu see the flick of the wrist?
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
i just had the urge to stroke your face, wouldn't that be weird?
don't worry about looking good- you already got that covered.
awh, you're so cute!
i love you.
i appreciate you.
*thanks for being a such a friend.*
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC