"beacause" poems
A chance meeting we had
A secret all our own
Most others would consider mad
Forbidden meeting
Stolen kisses
Two hearts together beating
From the first embrace
I knew this would be like no other
Forever wish to look upon your face
world out of controll they soon spun
Upside down and colided together
And a new one begun
Attempting to make a new normal
All the while feeling scared
Excited anxious and somewhat paranormal
Ups and downs we will face
But we will find safety and happiness
In each others sacred embrace
I will brave all obsticales
That are thrown in our path
Beacause never have I felt this before
All my love you hath
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
The originality manufactured naturally,
strength gained without any body building,
hard work born with no need to learn it.
Rising and falling known from first sight.
Being a refugee has now become a norhm.
Watching the sun set on empty stomaches like some soup opera.
Poverty unplanned has been
jotted in the caleneders.
Always ready to take to the heels like some marathon race fleeing from wars.
Carrying a spiritaul shield to protect their lives because not even any asurance can cover their deaths.
So many cries nobody knows if they are of joy or sorrow,
but i know that most of them project a message of pain.
Learning to be a doctor with no degree only because their societies need to be saved.
Little boys carry heavy battle machinery and are forced into war without any military trianing.
Poor Africa you are projected as helpless,
but nothing is so rich as your soils and every other thing that crawls on you,
the preys and its preditors so firece and cunning clever than those pets that trained at some fancy school.
Your landscapes so unique they all are amazing to glare at.
Nothing makes you Africa so beautiful
than the golden rays from the sun departing to its sleep.
Giving everyone that chance to grasp a smile.
Africa is rich not because of money, but beacause of the natural resources extracted from it.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
Rows of daisies surround me as I lie in this grass dreaming of hollow bottles etched in gold--
I don't often dream of princesses and castle made of gold but when I do I go big--
You left me at the alter in a white dress holding flowers you hand picked the day before--
You told me beautiful lies about distant lands & we knew money could buy us just enough happiness--
I felt selfish and shallow, taking the money you handed to me like it was free candy it you insisted it was what I had to do--
And it's okay now since you left me beacause I'm finding a cure--
I've let my hair down and walked into the open fields that surround me letting the sun shine down on my face --
I made a crown of flowers as I took a deep breath & realized I wasn't meant for the royal life--
You left me at the alter in a white dress with cheap flowers you said you hand picked and I left you six feet beneath the ground in debt--
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
I never said that
I was a poet, I'm not
I am an artist
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
To me you cut like
Maple leaves no shorter than a song.
This willowed turf may never be as bashful
once you've gone
perhaps
this is so beacause my heart regretfully
declared to you my adoration
marked with a hyperbole.
Forgive me what these lips will wrought
though now's no time for regret
my darling once this verse is over
you'll rue the day we met.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
"Hey, is that your boyfriend?"
"No."
"Who are you texting, I bet it's your boyfriend."
"No."
"So, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No"
"Hey, take this guy's number. He's really hot, you should totally text him."
"NO"
"No"
"No"
"No" I don't have boyfriend. Beacause I have a girlfriend. I love a girl, and yet I change all the she's to he's so no one will ever see the real me. I change my lock screen and delete my texts, so no one can see the love I profess for the girl that I love it's time I confess.....but I can't.
I can't tell anyone the way I feel, i should tell everyone because my lies they steal,
All of our happiness and the love we provide, all because I keep my love for you inside.
Fact: To some people I only need to find the right man.
Fact: No man, could ever love me the way that you can.
I'm locked in this world, feeling like a liar, while people surround me I watch their actions transpire.
You know it's funny, in my own family, it's okay for a girl to be a ***** because it's only the gays we really deplore.
I've loved one woman all my life, but compared to my sister who's reached double digets, I'm the one who'll always be blamed by the bigots.
Maybe one day, it'll will be different.
And our lives will feel anew.
For now, to all the girls who love girls,
It's okay to be you.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
They say where ever your birthmark is located on your body
Is where you were stabbed, shot, hung or whatever other means
Of death are plausible in your past life.
I have come to the conclusion
That I am not human.
I do not have a birthmark anywhere on my body
A patch of pigmented skin different from the rest
This is both englightening and very very very dissapointing
This means there was never a low blow to my calf, a karate chop at my neck, a gunshot to my ankle
Nothing to symbolize that I once maybe had another life.
A life where I was the cracks in the sidwalk
or the wind gently stirring up chaos on days when I just **** felt like being noticed
or maybe i lived out my seven year old dreams of becoming the sixth member of the Spice Girls
or even an NSYNC groupie
I will never know.
I never emerged from my mothers womb
With a scar baring my worth
I was never blessed with a kiss from an angel
As other mothers told their children
I was never born with a birthmark,
and while this is perfectly natural.
I am very dissapointed, beacause maybe I was never given a chance.
Maybe I was crushed before I entered the world
A womb filled with disgust and hatred
Maybe I preferred to stay as the cracks in the concrete or the wind
Because I'd rather deal with the simple casualities of life rather than the mess humans tend to create
Maybe I was never given a second chance because
I never made something of myself here first.
Or just maybe there is a possiblity that I'm immortal
and if that's the case.
You are all invited to my 106th birthday party.
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
Broken crayons do colour
They might have snapped me on the inside
But my ends
My ends still colour
Yes I may not tell the story like others do
But my story still matters
My story is quite unique
But we are all still made of the same wax
Some of us just have a lot to lose
Our lights are not as bright as others
We walk half empty,half full
We faced battles much earlier
We are much hollow
But my ends still do colour
You see I might be able to be repaired on the inside but I still do colour
I colour much more carefully not trying to smudge the edges
I colour much harder than you do
But I still colour
Beacause my ends still colour
I might be snapped in the middle
But broken crayons still colour
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
I am not happy, I am not sad
I am somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Observe; don’t speak. “Children are seen not heard”.
Tis to why my thoughts speak louder than my words
Imagining a new reality in my head
beacause surely my real one is bitter, and dead.
I am not happy, I am not sad
I’m somewhere in between
Stuck in the same routine
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Getting rid of my infectious thoughts that are spreading in my direction.
Looking in the mirror that shows my reflection is what Im gonna do.
Im gonna live in my sleep where I know I am safe and i will lock away my dreams and secrets in safe with a combination so no thief can take them.
My dreams will no longer be dryed up and I will search for a meaning, my meaning.
Life will no longer be death but death will be life.
I will have no more thoughts of my life before and I will shun thoughts of my sins.
My insecurities and imperfections that hold me back will not anymore, they will not keep me strapped or trapped as I sit and crack.
No more being stuck in this web if love that has led and kept me in one place to long.
I am escaping from this prison I am in and never knowing how I got here I will never know.
I am asking for inception, a seed to be planted in to help me fight the demons of my pasr and validate this life I live today.
Im gonna jump out my window beacause the front door is locked with out a key and there I will establish me.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
Poetry comes at the end of the day
When the lights are turned low
And the sun goes away
A poet writes best in the mid-afternoon
With birds in the trees
and mud on the boots
A poet rises in the morning
Even if it might be storming
Oh we write in the rain, if it be pouring
A poet thinks in the evenings
Because we write better when dreaming
And because sometimes
it's better than sleeping
A poet cherishes every part of their day
Beacause each one is never the same.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
you say I'm mister right
but I'm mister one night
then I really got to go
you say I'm a lover
but baby I'm a fighter
and I don't want my wounds to show
well I can't be who you want me to be
and it's driving me out of control
but I can't can't break free
beacause I'm a slave to thee
so I'm traveling the underground railroad
well I'm not your little puppet
and your not my puppeteer
I'm not some realization of your imagination
this has got to end right here...
you say I'm prince charming
and my looks are disarming
and you wouldn't change a thing
you said you'd love me
unconditionally
but there's conditions on everything
well I can't stand your double standards
your passive aggression,
how you sweetly slander
my good name... drives me insane
you had my heart but it was all in vain
well I'm not your little puppet
and your not my puppeteer
I'm not some realization of your imagination
this has got to end right here...
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Ozzy Oz is the Wizard if Oz,
a wee girl told me beacause because!
Over the rainbow and Toe-Toe too!
And the Tinny man wants to play with you.
When you're 2 it's so much fun,
watch it ten times, never be done.
Poor old Mum, poor old Dad,
at least when it's on She will never be sad!
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 1:44 PM UTC
Is it just time for vacation? Beacause everyone I seem to know is leaving.
They don't say goodbye. I wonder where they go. They bring there suitcases full of our memeories.It must be a beautiful place. Away from me. Must be why they never come back.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
Strip away this smile
and you will see a frown so harsh
Strip away my words
and you will find I rather be mute anyway
Strip me from my feelings
I will thank you cause I don't like them
Strip them one by one
Strip me from the food i eat
and you will see that I force myself at times
Strip me from my mind
And you will see that I struggle to tame it
Strip away all of me
And I will be in your debt
For being me is never easy
I want my words to be stripped
beacause they hurt more than cure
I want my smile to be stripped
For it is false like my feelings most of the time
Just strip me till i am bare
Strip me till I'm nothing
You would be doing the world a favor
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 4:43 PM UTC
I have some secret feelings
Which only I can feel
Which only I have known
And no matter how much something
relates, they won't ever be same
But I cannot write saddest lines like Neruda
nor can I get drunk like Bukowski
with these feelings of mine
They know no words
But they are master of silent dark tortures
Which only I know
When the night engulfs me whole
I shine with inhibitions
They dance over my skins like cataract
And I drown with condemn for myself
I get burnt under water and buried above clouds
And only I can feel it
No matter how deep I hide, these will never leave me
And I know this because I have tried
I sit beside window
My secret feeling glancing at me from moon
from stars, from clouds
and bullies me sometimes with gush of wind, sound of dogs
and engines tht rolls
late at night
The building with a light turned on
in one of the rooms
puppets my feelings with shadows
There lies two beings biting hard at my wounds
And I just sit at my window feeding them
With smokes of metaphors and alcohol of rhymes
Beacause only I can save me
which I fail everytime.
or only she can save me
And I am sure to die of this.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
You can do better
You're so absolutely perfect
In so many **** ways
That I don't think I'll ever be able
To stand next to you proudly
And say with a straight face
That I've done everything I can
To earn my place by your side
You can do better
All the sweet things you do
Makes me feel almost as if
I'll never have enough words
To express how much you mean to me
Regardless of how hard I try
Beacause what you need are actions
That right now I'm unable to provide
You can do better
Because when you're breaking down
And you need someone to support you
And all I can do is offer the same words
Because of this stupid ******* distance
Keeping you out of my arms
And the silence screams and tells me I don't deserve you
I just agree
You can do so much better
I can't
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
The wine and Smoke float with perfect balance, Numbing my mind and heart.
JUST KEEP BREATHING... Let it overtake me, far away to a new start or an old. I imagine I'm happy (Shiny pink lip stick makes you seem to be)
JUST KEEP LOOKING PRETTY... I feel like a useless prize! Kept by my master. Smiling, kisssing *** Keeping His dream alive! When the wine and smoke float in perfect balance, I PRETEND I'M ALIVE!
I am the sexiest in the room. You know it's true. Not beacause it is but because I feel it, I own it and It's not you. My mind is my power, eyes are the weapoon. **** INNOCENCE! You could take notes or search within, everone has it, QUIET CONFIDENCE! Not as hard as it seems. I'M LEARNING TO STROKE MY OWN EGO! Don't really need you!
Is it so bad to want for yourself and hope for another?
THEY HATE WHEN YOU'RE HAPPY! How does one fill their time? Superficial smiles, 'How do you do's" But no one cares how you do. They revel in the sound of their OWN voice. Does the truth really hurt more than years of more mistakes?
JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, OPINIONS TO YOURSELF! How dare you forget for one moment that EGO RULES THE WORLD! So, beat around the bush, grin, nod and regergitate what they want to hear because that's what they like!
Stay in the cushioned cage of your limited mind... I'LL JUST FUCKIN' FORGET YOU! Isn't that easier than the truth that I know?!
Because when the wine and smoke float in perfect balance YOU DON'T ******* EXSIST!
Dear LORD keep me STRONG; Temptation for the dramatic endlessly teases the mind...........
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:20 PM UTC
I slashed his tyre's
because .......
And I slashed his favorite T-shirt
because........
I slashed a whole *** of paint
red paint
against his front door
because ........
Then he wouldn't be able to run to her
Then he wouldn't be able to wear the top I bought him
Then the blood red paint may remind him of how
My heart was bleeding for him
And I did this all
beacause .........
beacause I couldn't help myself
because it made me feel better
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky
No seeds
Stems bend not break
Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate
Roll
Burn
Puff
Laugh
THC makes me lazy
Left sober with nothing to eat
Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten
A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed
Lips sticky
A flying saucer lands on carpet
Ants investigate because I am lazy
Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken
Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs
So often I catch an elevator
Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator
Food for thought is french rolled not eaten
Worries drowned out from laughter
Now no situation seems too sticky
Ambition for new ideas can't be broken
At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness
Nothing good ever comes to the lazy
Full potential could never elevate
Bad habits leave you broke
If you don't work you don't eat
Situations become sticky
When it's back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter
Only to keep from crying do I laugh
No longer high I mope around lazily
Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky
No alternatives for an out of order elevator
Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat
I am broke
But my spirits never broken
Sadly I watch other people laugh
Watch other people eat
Who's is really to blame for being lazy?
Stairwells are alternatives for elevators
There's nothing like being high on life
Less sticky
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Phaedrus was always there: before and after
In this life and the next there was always laughter
which one was wearing the white robe, it didn't matter
when they came, the crowd would always scatter
'Ah, Phaedrus, my old friend - would you wish to be me?'
'No, master - how could I emulate you and the things you do?'
'But you are a philosopher who travels between civilizations -
I would wish to learn from your soul and inclinations.'
'I learn from the Son of God always - your spirit guides
and nothing hides, even the very core of existence rides
on what you have to say and even what you don't say
beacause you are always with me to this very day.'
'Ah Phaedrus, we shall always meet - see the holes in my feet
and hands, remember them, in deserts and distant lands.'
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
I go to her because she worth my quality time. And she got a dominate mind. And she's obviously fine with such a positive vibe.
And if I have her then I ain't gonna try alone cuz I don't wanna live alone and I don't wanna die alone and she kno if I'm around then she won't have to cry alone. And I kno it's my pride that won't let me love, buy when I think of love you who I'm thinkin of!
And she the type of girl that let me know she want it. So when I get it best believe she let me kno that I own it
No practice just action. Now she relaxin beacause she reached her peak of satisfaction.
She's such a beauty a cutie, flawless it's like she does it by accident. Her aura so warm and calming, she love like a pro it's like she practice it.
I can't deny her and when I try her I kno she will by the best I ever had
She knows my aggravations so she calms my anger when around her I'm never mad. Or sad just happy, elated no frowns just smiles and laughs.
And tho she can't delete my memoriesahe eases the pains from my past
Because I kno that no one is born complete I just hope she's my other half!!
So i'll buy a tuxedo all black and a dress all white
So whenever I find her ima make her my wife
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 12:49 PM UTC
Just think of it this way,
You are stronger now
Beacause of what they did
That made you fall too hard.
~Katt
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Serenity
I'm there
I feel safe
I am safe
It's all in my head
I think you've forgotten who I am
Your too conceited to give a ****
All you can think about is how much you rubbed off on me
I drive like a crazy person
Play video games
Read comics
Listen to our music
Watch our shows
Alone
You think I'm trying to impress you
Is it working?
I think you've forgotten who I was
Do you remember?
I do
Because I'm still her
Yeah, so there's a few modifications
My hair is shorter (You told me you liked short hair-- I cut it for you ****
I'm thinner (I know it drives you crazy how good I look)
I believe in God (Don't ever take credit for that)
I've got new friends (they like me better than you)
Oh I'm sorry
Am I hurting your feelings?
Try being in love with someone who doesn't love you back anymore
Who avoids you
And treats you like *******
You once said that you "want to spend the rest of your life uplifting others"
You can't be selective
I was once all you thought about
You used to think I was beautiful
Will you do me a favor?
Look at me
Spend a day with me
What?
Are you afraid?
Yes
Yes, you are
Why?
Beacause you'll fall in love all over again
What?
You never fell out of love?
Then why did you tell me that you did?
I must put you to bed
Serenity
I am safe
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 3:37 PM UTC