"barly" poems
so it is exam time again
stress is running high
that girl is aiming for an A
when that boy is barly
hitting a D
revistion notes are scattered everywhere
and when there is no more, they burn
people questioning why?
when?
do they need to know this?
why are people who learn differently
taught the same?
and tested the same way?
why do people think it is okay to say
its not "real" stress, and that
it will be over soon
why is there so much presseure on kids who cant handle it
why do exams cause so much drama for everyone
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
I think it's time for him to leave.
I disagree.....
You know I spent countless hours on that RV!
I umderstand to a point but then I can't see, what you see.
We barly notice he's here, he even helps your husband on work he didn't have to commit to, but he did.
Whats so wrong with me wanting my RV back!?
Cause are two story house and three cars isn't enough? Not to mention the fact that we have three TV,s **** it's sickening to me. Can't forget the iPad and the kindle or your laptop that we barly use , EXCUSE me but there's definitely something wrong if you can't see what's going on. We are drowning In our riches and were too prideful to share at all.
It's not like your gonna use it in the winter time..
So what if it wears down, someone's gonna do that, and ****** at least it's for a good cause!
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
it had rained all night
and the damp clung to my soul as i walked
pale sky riding high above
the few stars that shone now faded
if i had only closed my eyes to the wrong
if i had just turned my back
but i have allways been a fighter
a fool tilting my lance at windmills to
right the wrongs
but you cant fight lies
they just add more lies
and im so sick of these oceans of lies
the room glowing in the warm light
of the slowly fading fire in the hearth
the wine has made me lightheaded
your head resting on my shoulder
the moments that we lay here
seem like forever
and forever is never long enough
its snowed all night
and i can taste the crisp cold from here
not a thing disturbs
the gentle sound of your sleep
and i cannot help but brush back the strand of hair
that has fallen across your face
i love you forever
and forever is never long enough
nothing is more improtant to me
than you and our child
it was the middle of the night
and i had not thought to find anything
in such a place as this
dark and desolate
had not thought to open a door to
a pale sky rides overhead
stars barly showing thru
the city light
our new day had begun
without fanfare or celebration
just a pair of train tickets
to a distant shore
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
I lay awake in bed holding my breath
grippin the sheets feeling close to death
Dreamin a world without you will have me feeling helpless and worthless less of a human being.
You make me better
I wish I known you sooner, I woulda never had let you get hurt,
having ya feelings growin in dirt,
like other losers.
on my knees tellin beggers cant be choosers,
on my knees with a promise ring tellin at least my love wont bruise ya.
Cause people took you for granted,
but no longer will you need a fistt,
all will you need is your lips cause ima have your hand in something to be,
future maybe?? Have another baby?
its crazy but thats life, when you pushin up daisy.
Mamita im lazy,
but my heart is not, it stands on two feet while holding its own just like you baby, it wants you as its crown.
So you can be held on top.
On top of my world and on my mind,
cause thats where you are in reality almost all the time.
Pardon my feelings that grow ahead of time, pass the ceilin thats just life on a heart monitor,
always on a thin line, cause you take my breath away , barly breathin.
So dont mind my-
my sweet Dear, i only fear for for my heart to be taken or mistaken for something its not so I reveal my soul to you, cause thats all i got,
you on my mind alot and i think?
see I cant stop!
I dont know why? Ima hot head , with you in my mind im hot
in the skys like a star that been shot,
and the heat is commin,the hots for you have me burnin,
and im alil concernin i hope im not being played cause then from this will, you defeat its purpose, and ima be back at square one again,
feeling worthless,
i open my self ahead of time,
so i pull open the close curtains so,
you can see thru my eyes in time you will know for certain,
that i am the realist! but i am not all perfect,
im just ahead of the curve like script cursive.
By: Emmmanuel jv Hernandez
7/6/13
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
bedroom.
The floor met the sun,
dancing there, on the carpet.
Then on the dresser, the walls, the bed.
It gave out a long kaleidoscope of ginger and gold,
then distilled into whiskey on Ramona's wrist,
living on her islands.
Here the sun became barly.
The hot bed sheet rolled back thinly,
her islands then became a continent.
Ramona lay her arm in a curve.
It was the undressed river of her matress.
She was asleep in her bed and awoke in the hot lakes where the sun,
peering through the window,
shined in all day.
Now it had died down into a bronze knot of loosened sun.
She lay there watching the last of its exhale.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
I need to feel alive, because I am not, I'm barly breathing, my heart has been shot.
I take a deep breath and I close my eyes, I fake one more smile and say my good byes.
I walk away and close the door, don't come looking for me, I can't take anymore.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
*Stress keeps me in bed
It is as I have said
I'm not getting enough sleep
So I can barly
Stand on my feet
It's too hard
To keep my balance
I easily trip
Over the smallest thing...
I wake up every morning
Feeling very sick
Actually feel like puking
But never do I do it
Since I just skip breakfast...
Stress keeps me in bed
Once in a while
I fall asleep
Getting some of the rest
Which I am missing...
But that nap is only
One hour or two long
then a nightmare
Wakes me up
'Cause nightmares
Are the only thing
Which visits me at night
My ability to dream
I think I've lost...
Stress keeps me in bed
I feel like a caged bird
Whoes wings
Have been broken
But now I'm tired
And I can feel
The next nightmare
Knocking on my door
So I'll stay in bed
Getting some kind of rest
And if I'm lucky then
I'll soon be able to dream
Again...*
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:14 AM UTC
Shots were fired, skimming her ears...
down in the shallow alleys lay her two friends...bloody and tortured...
it could have been her... shattered with her guilt covered in leather
cracked and in beaded with black studs hanging off her belt, added with a past hidden with an abandoned daughter it was her........ " see where ive come dad! see what ive become!" she crys
she looks down at a rain puddle viewing her reflection..
"who am i?"
hopeless she ponders her thoughts of her father and she remembers te night she saw her mom get shot...she remembers the day he showed her how to use a gun...
"im worthless now!" she crys again..
"is there ANY hope for me God? the one who could barly step foot out of a jail.... for me?
God said " yes even in you, there is still hope.."
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
Cold beer matters!
All beer deserves to be treated the same.
It doesn't matter what state it came from or how its brewed
It is someones love.
All beer is equal when it comes to relaxing from a long day. Doesn't matter if its a port a lager 16ounce or a pint as long as its cold there should never be judgment.
We can all get along knowing our tastes need not be the same to share our love for barly and hops as long as we agree on just one thing.
Cold beer matters!
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
You close your eyes
Stuck in position,
You’ve been walken on this timeline for years…
...open conviction!
Feeling torn and broken
never feel important enough to step up,
so instead your insecure
and step down.
you Go to the wrong things to ease your pain,
using it like a crutch.
Unconditional love,
got you locked out of His focus.
ONCE its over
just something else starts!
You think you’ve got it all figured out!
But you don’t!
you have hopes for useless dreams…
..dreams of worship and song,
you don’t think you can acturally achieve that do you?
….your father never did
Your not smart, you barly pass school…
your just a mediocre singer…
remember when you drowned in your own self pity
and drank down the liqur you stole?
You cant even control your own temper,
you cheater, you thief!
You call yourself a Christian?
Please your nothing better than a lost sheep….
…..to bad the person im talking about is really
..ME.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Did you ever cut your skin? Not just the surface but the layers under nether. The important stuff. Whell if you haven't it's kinda scary. You know it's ganna be bad because it didn't start bleeding yet. I have a stabb wound in the middle of my hand. My whole hand is swollen. I can't move my fingers and inch by inch my pigment is turning black with shades of purple and red. It reminds me of a darkest sunrise, the way the clouds hold liquid colors that no one has been able to recreate such beauty. My hand hurts ... Bad but you know what really hurts haveing someone you thought cared treat you like **** someone that made you feel like it was ok for once but then turns into pain that doesn't feel like a knife It doesn't feel the a stabb but it feels the the biggest stabb in the back. I'm not the same person you once know there's a lot of **** that has changed and no it's not for the better you should be scared because the stabb wound in my hand hurts but I don't mine it... I can barly move it and it doesn't bother me. I'd rather be stabbed in the hand and take injury to me body than take your ******* **** and a famous pop punk band once said "we are never ganna be the same again, burry me I'm not your friend."
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Im a stupid ******* drunkin mess.
A ******* whom can barly get dressed.
Illusions of love break my soul,
Nothing is left but a lump of coal.
I drink, drank, drunk stumbling around,
These days Im done being a ******* clown.
Humiliation my poetry brings,
She laughs in my face, **** all these random flings.
God shes a stupid ******* marry popins *** dumpster, im done rhyming...
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
I curve my day to the end
I curve my life to make the ones i have happy
I curve my wrist to keep the job im barly getting paid to do
This world is filled with turns just like the jedi minds of the hommies that have fallen .. people who show disrespect .. ill just sit and dispise your ******* twitted *** as you sit and slang abit of coke .. i poke to see what your condition is .. just before i set out my dreams of making you croke like a toad .. and look out on the streets and just realize its a mass hyptnosis .. and pleed for help because the ones who say they run our lives .. are just as crooked as the ones who made them
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC