"bcause" poems
I act like I do
because I act like you
i feel unloved
but you blame it all on me
instead of hugging me
telling me its okay
I was hurt many times
and scarred as well
but when i tried to tell you
you scarred me even more
and said that it was all my fault
for doing what i do
but the way i feel
it's all bcause of you
i feel unloved at home so i'll get it anywhere
thats offering it
they can't make me feel
any worser than i already do
so forget life
ive had my fun
i aint worth crap anyway
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
whenever
people would ask me if i knew you
I would say yes,
i know her very well,
she is my bestfriend
and i love her more than anything.
somewhere along the line
i added,
but i haven't talked to her in a while,
and i thought nothing of it.
i want to kiss you,
like we've done before.
i remember every kiss you've ever given me,
because they meant more than any kiss i've ever received.
i remember every kiss you've ever given me,
because they tasted sweater than any kiss i've ever received.
i want to kiss you again,
but i'm so afraid of losing you.
i'm afraid of losing you more
than i already have.
i'm jealous,
i'm jealous of every boy you've ever kissed.
i'm jealous of that boy you talk to me about on the phone.
i'm losing you
and you don't know how jealous i am.
i kiss other girls because i want to,
i kissed you because i love you.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Ring the Bell
Ring it, well
Ring the Bell
can see, a skell
from dry well
They sight it well
A wealthy kvell
spell it and yell,
***
Ring the Bell
And paupers
yawningly mispell
Bcause,
They can see not well
They said:
Blood well instead farewell
Ring the Bell
Everyone is unwell
The tears is upwell
No tasty, they smell
All sadness are swell
And hungry is quell
Ring the Bell
Again,
Difficulties swell
No one to dwell
For a bit on snell
Uphill is upswell
Ring the bell
And,
Ring it well!
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Love is something you try your hardest to hold on to
But unfortunately you dont know it but its slipping away from you
After all the hard work you went through to get it
It betrays you turns around and in your face it will spit
It warns you that it will leave if you dont show your love
If you ignore it will leave you if you dont do all of the above
Then without it you feel as if you were dumb or stupid
So you do all you can to get it bak you even call on cupid
You then convince cupid and he says you hav 3 tries
But you constantly miss bcause your love denies
Cupid says "give it time" it will come back
Then you realize that is all you lack
You have no patience when it comes to waiting
You rush through relationships thats why you cant keep dating
So you give your heart a break you stay stable for a while
Then your love comes back crying tears in a pile
You let it in because you cant stay apart
The lesson learned is you cant live without a heart
Without a heart you cant be in love
Its not a wedding if there is no dove
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
*I sat on one of the brown seats and watched a lavish show...
Singers, dancers, lights, cameras....
Flowers, costumes, colours, and viewers...
Everything was perfect...
As it should be.
However, a sudden movement crossed my eyes.
Behind the curtains, I saw a girl peeking inside.
She had two tiny ribbons on her unkempt hair.
And a shabby dress she had put on.
Her twinkling eyes and naughty nose
Were the only jewels she wore.
The angels on the stage were a facade...
And here, this girl was an angel in herself.
Shining...smiling...and wondering.
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But she was driven away...
As always...
After all, she was destroying the perfection so perfect.
But, how didn't they realise, she was the only perfect piece out there?!
Her beautiful eyebrows bend themselves downward...
And her lips curved on the wrong side.
She dragged her feet and went behind.
My eyes were back on the stage where everything was so not true...
I saw people hide their pride behind the generous song of the flute.
Then, a gentle wind swept past the hall
And the curtains started dancing about.
My eyes went back to the spot where that angel stood.
I noticed, that behind the curtain something moved.
And on looking closer, I saw the angel swirling around and around.
She danced around with a laughter I could only see...
She tapped her foot with the rhythm which was her's only.
Her joy was not her's alone.
As she had given a share of it to me as well...
Her show was the perfect of all
And more so bcause of her jewels so pure...*
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
I cant sleep
I dont know whats going on my mind
Maybe its not whats in my mind
Maybe its whats outside
It could be family problems
It could be here Illinoise
Or it could just me
I dont have to blame myself
Its is completly normal to be nervous
Being in a place unknown
Where no one knows you,you dont know them
But I hope that in the future
People will accept me for being me,if not
that will be ok bcause Im different
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 11:02 AM UTC
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I don't treat them the way they want to.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I ignore them when they were my friends.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I'm not with them anymore.
But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me.
If I discover that "them" are just fake friends,
If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness,
what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore
Maybe they are the hypocrits.
Just maybe, because I don't know,
and I'm no one to say who they are.
But I now they are not my friends anymore.
At least, not the real ones.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
A hundred and seventeen by day
Cools to ninety overnight
No relief but the shower stall.
Humidity at sixty-five
Mixed with sweat for a nasty soup.
Cold water from the tap is warm.
The shade no cooler than the sun.
Trapped in Air Conditioned caves,
It’s hunker down and find a way
To forge a path though ninety days.
Why does anybody even try
To live in this forsaken place.
Bcause it’s lovely in the Winter.
The gorgeous skies are like no other
With clouds that tumble into billows
Of fantastic size and shape.
The Craggy mountains circle round
In jagged homage to the sky,
And sunrise is excelled by none.
In March wildflowers explode in bloom.
Along the streets and in the fields
Where little bunnies hide in bushes.
And tiny lizards scurry by.
The air is clean and brisk and new
And snowbirds make their yearly trek
Infusing new and different views.
That’s the Yang to scorching Yin
That keeps us here, content to be.
ljm
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Been through so much sh** now
Haven't we all
And I live in this body
That I don't really like
And I spend my life alone
And I can forget about success
Or a career or a future in this country
Just store food and water
And get ready for a big collapse
You're on your own soldier!
But that's okay
Grandpa was on his own
In North Africa
I'm tough, I'm mean
And I will survive
Bcause that is all I ever do
I certainly don't have
Many good feelings
I don't know any pretty women
I don't have fun
I scrape and scrap
For every lousy worthless dollar
And I'll keep my can opener
Close at hand
I need to store up more canned foods
Cause this is a nation in a whole bunch
Of trouble
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC