"barries" poems
so this is it
crime and punishment
hidden under barries that are too silky for the normal hands to touch
if I tell, I might be saying too much
in this line seeps one
listen to this, the story has just begun
from time to time
suspision raises something more than infiltrating thought
crawling through a master mind of unbeliavble things
the kind of things you see in those dreams
that slipped your mind a few hours later, and you can never seem to grasp what it means
I see those familiar figures laughing in the fog
in murky grass ,blue skies and deep deep courtesy they lay
glass scatterd and this head goes astray
pack up, and leave I may
a melody is playing ever so lightly on those taught strings
it reminds , yes
it reminds me of all those unforgettable things
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:30 AM UTC
~
Darker than black
Sweeter than barries
More magic than faries
You're a black mamba baby
Poisonous and timid
But wild
And that look in your eyes is so loud
Howling like a beast
Eat me up like a feast
Your vains are black
Filled with the ink
Used for scripting your bad dreams
You and I are two black souls
An unbeatable team
Some say you aren't right for me
And I'd say that's true
But honey it's been a long time since i've followed rules
~
E.P
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
On a distant planet,
The cold wind is seething, unmatched,
Breaking the barriers of the azur beauty,
And eventually the barries of sound itself,
As it rages on, without ceasing.
~ Umi
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
can one find happiness within dark trenches?
not if one can't be both happy and defenseless
for happiness comes along with barries and walls
which rapidly disinitegrate when such boundaries fall
caged and shackled within defintion
one's true happiness is clouded with subtle ambition
for is what one has determines who one is
then should one redefine what it means to live?
should one bow and bend with the status quo?
give up what is is felt burning inside
for the soothing assurance of what society knows
afriad to create a new route and step out of line
instead, blindfolded, we surrender
giving up our mind
making oursleves hollow and empty becoming utterly senseless
piling up armor yet claiming to be defenseless
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
i have crashed in to the middel of the desert. i have lost hope since theres nothing out here to save my words to write my fear of dying. i feel like im spinning in my own memories that fade away. i keep seeing the same patch of rocks. i dont know but i need the cool shad befor i fall over. i could keep walking but theres no chance of sivilization so maybe ill scream and go crazy. i keep walking the sand rocks. but its just the circles that trapme in my own insaine liitle game. the wild greens i ate have mad me additted to rhe barries witch bring a high. the heat grows stronger. i even wonder who i am since theres no name to even know me. the san feels nice on my feet but the sun blisters my patciants its own self. i feel like i am going in cicles when i dont know who the **** i am. my madness has grew and my addition to the barries made time stop.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC