"backways" poems - Hello Poetry

Today I feel like today is not real, As if my reality has flipped and now spins like a wheel Up and down, sideways and backways How long have I been here? A minute? An hour? perhaps a few days? This reality ***** like the thumb of a child Looking for comfort, forever beguiled It makes me feel lonely like a knot in a tree So different from others, there's no one like me I sit here in this third dimension Forgotten Alone With a desperate need for attention unsatisfied, unknown Nobody sees things in the light that I see My light shines bright, opening the lock with my key I notice that I feel this reality quite often Like holding a thousand pounds of ambition With no courage to soften Like a wrecking ball of abuse is strangling me like a noose Like a straight jacket of hope is grabbing me by the throat! Like a blaze full of sadness so viscous and angry! This life feels like all that and more, Pretty much Mainly There's some feelings here that cannot be put into words Ambiguous like art, quick fleeting like birds They rush through my mind fast like a subway train but they hurt no matter what, deep in my heart and my veins This reality stinks, like a soldiers wet feet full of post traumatic stress my minds naked, undressed I need hope, i need help, I need something to eat, preferably a meal of woman's love, gentle & sweet I'll sit in my reality, waiting for something to come round' Maybe just one smile, perhaps many! Leaping towards me in bounds! Maybe a whole slew of "you can's" and "no need to frown"'s Till then I still go backways and sideways, on my wheel of Up Downs

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Dec 7, 2013

Dec 7, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC

marc-james

My Wheel of Up Downs

Today I feel like today is not real, As if my reality has flipped and now spins like a wheel Up and down, sideways and backways How long have I been here? A minute? An hour? perhaps a few days? This reality ***** like the thumb of a child Looking for comfort, forever beguiled It makes me feel lonely like a knot in a tree So different from others, there's no one like me I sit here in this third dimension Forgotten Alone With a desperate need for attention unsatisfied, unknown Nobody sees things in the light that I see My light shines bright, opening the lock with my key I notice that I feel this reality quite often Like holding a thousand pounds of ambition With no courage to soften Like a wrecking ball of abuse is strangling me like a noose Like a straight jacket of hope is grabbing me by the throat! Like a blaze full of sadness so viscous and angry! This life feels like all that and more, Pretty much Mainly There's some feelings here that cannot be put into words Ambiguous like art, quick fleeting like birds They rush through my mind fast like a subway train but they hurt no matter what, deep in my heart and my veins This reality stinks, like a soldiers wet feet full of post traumatic stress my minds naked, undressed I need hope, i need help, I need something to eat, preferably a meal of woman's love, gentle & sweet I'll sit in my reality, waiting for something to come round' Maybe just one smile, perhaps many! Leaping towards me in bounds! Maybe a whole slew of "you can's" and "no need to frown"'s Till then I still go backways and sideways, on my wheel of Up Downs

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Dec 29, 2011

Dec 29, 2011 at 9:22 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

wink twiddlers and tiddly winkers

wink twiddlers and tiddly winkers slinking drinkers in summer linger loveluscious men hungry ******* those ladies are so and dirtygorgeous loveless twaddle with irate squirming ******* by docks and alley backways nestled dankness warmly coils moist pools of amberest light in them drinks painful women things incommensurable uninnocent girl parts prattle **** pieces but some got pretty fast hot skin belching from the hot music coffins in short little skirts covered ***** barley

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I was walking trying not to slip and roll, My thoughts speeding widout control, And I was crawling across your memories. But then the mountain came along, Which hid my most longing dawn, And on your smile were subsiding all my worries. Places I had been and the places I want to go, It was always you who was meant to be in my burrow, I was striking with pride against the thunders. And then there came a cyclone, While the lightenings blended shone, Wid you I can make many wonders. But as the banks seperated from the river, Soul catched the cold with the heat of fever, Misunderstandings were meant to always shading. Clouds gathered for sorting out the querries, Here was I, collecting moments in raindrops and the raindrops in memories, Maybe the scarred smile is silently fading. But as nothings ever gone for always, Hopeless Hopes tend to turn backways, But theres a light always spreading wide seeking a trade. Frozen leaves smile as the sun shines in the sky, My lips call you back as my hands wave you goodbye, Its wading, for what my heart has craved..

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Nov 28, 2013

Nov 28, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC

mahesh-hegde

Miss You.

I was walking trying not to slip and roll, My thoughts speeding widout control, And I was crawling across your memories. But then the mountain came along, Which hid my most longing dawn, And on your smile were subsiding all my worries. Places I had been and the places I want to go, It was always you who was meant to be in my burrow, I was striking with pride against the thunders. And then there came a cyclone, While the lightenings blended shone, Wid you I can make many wonders. But as the banks seperated from the river, Soul catched the cold with the heat of fever, Misunderstandings were meant to always shading. Clouds gathered for sorting out the querries, Here was I, collecting moments in raindrops and the raindrops in memories, Maybe the scarred smile is silently fading. But as nothings ever gone for always, Hopeless Hopes tend to turn backways, But theres a light always spreading wide seeking a trade. Frozen leaves smile as the sun shines in the sky, My lips call you back as my hands wave you goodbye, Its wading, for what my heart has craved..

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Last night, I took a twenty dollar bill from my drawer the last one marked it with my words in thick, black ink grabbed a tack from the desk and went wandering the alleys and backways and sideways of my town scanning for the right spot the right time And alone on Cumberland, across from Potomac I found a pristine telephone poll sprouting tall and straight from the asphalt like an urban redwood Took the knife from my belt the tack from my teeth BOOM BOOM BOOM and I walked away, heart pounding hoping no one heard, no one saw leaving the twenty hanging there like jesus like a sign in thick, black ink asking, "What do you REALLY want?" I feel like a fraud.

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Aug 12, 2013

Aug 12, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC

michael-valentine

At The Corner Of Drunk And Pretentious

Last night, I took a twenty dollar bill from my drawer the last one marked it with my words in thick, black ink grabbed a tack from the desk and went wandering the alleys and backways and sideways of my town scanning for the right spot the right time And alone on Cumberland, across from Potomac I found a pristine telephone poll sprouting tall and straight from the asphalt like an urban redwood Took the knife from my belt the tack from my teeth BOOM BOOM BOOM and I walked away, heart pounding hoping no one heard, no one saw leaving the twenty hanging there like jesus like a sign in thick, black ink asking, "What do you REALLY want?" I feel like a fraud.

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I love you Our love is anger in alleys And fights to nowhere Our love is dead end cellphone calls to red giants and endless trips to deeper and deeper space Where nothing is real nor exists and yet reality infuriatingly becomes the universe Our love is two feet and ground and escaping red balloons or a forgotten child's hair ribbon trapped in a windy tree Our love is earth and fire and water but no wind And the sky's eventual fall on our heads Our sweetest downfall I loved you first and last and backwards and forwards and sideways and longways and slantways and backways Our love is 'I know you' from age 11 to infinity Take the word love and fill it with 150 years of time. That's the love I mean.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC

jackishere18

150 Years

I love you Our love is anger in alleys And fights to nowhere Our love is dead end cellphone calls to red giants and endless trips to deeper and deeper space Where nothing is real nor exists and yet reality infuriatingly becomes the universe Our love is two feet and ground and escaping red balloons or a forgotten child's hair ribbon trapped in a windy tree Our love is earth and fire and water but no wind And the sky's eventual fall on our heads Our sweetest downfall I loved you first and last and backwards and forwards and sideways and longways and slantways and backways Our love is 'I know you' from age 11 to infinity Take the word love and fill it with 150 years of time. That's the love I mean.

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