"beeen" poems
Frre from the stress that has you depressed.
Free from the distraction that keeps you disconnected.
Similar to those held down.
Once freedom is achieved.
Your whole world feels turned around.
Unlike the emancipation proclaimation.
Which was just a signed symbolic act.
You afraid to move willingly.
Until your proposal is met.
Not afraid of reprisal from your enemies.
Because your freedom was achieved by your own reasonings.
Others lives according to fear.
But you convinced with truth that in some ways you're not affected.
The Emancipation Proclaimation passage.
Has beeen everlasting concerning freedom for some.
While others were held in *******
To be free.
Means you move according to your rules.
As long as the decisions affects only you.
Not one to be hunted because others refuses to accepts truth.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 9:09 AM UTC
Sometime i cry, cry because im in this long confusing process of trying to figure out who i am and what i wanna do with my life.
I cry because im constantly putting myself down
I cry because my mom does it ten times more than me
I cry because i feel like im not good enough for anyone
i cry because i just wantt to be the reason for my moms smile even though shes the reason for my tears.
I cry because ive beeen obsessed with popularity, and being accepted because i some how feel it will substitute for the love i dont get from my mom
I cry because i want to come home once in my life and be welcomed with a hug and kiss
I cry because i swear no one understands
I cry because i try to be stong, but i feel so weak, ugly, worthless bcuz thts what im told on a daily basis by the one who gave me life.
I cry because i feel so broken and empty inside.
I cry because i try to comfort myself; i say 'things could be worse' but i only cry more because the thought of someone going through something worse than what i am breaks my heart. i just wish i could take away everyone's pain. tell everyone their beautiful in their own way and to never let anyone tell them different. tell them what I need to hear,
I cry, I cry for those people...
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
I love it
When you
Kiss me
And everyone
Is watching
Because your
Not afraid
To be seen
With me.
I love it when you hug me
Like it's beeen years
Since you've seen me
So warm and wrapped tight.
I love it
When you
Tell me you love me
Because
I feel the vulnerbility in you
As well as myself
And when I reply
You almost always
Hug me
And then kiss me.
I simply cannot determine
What it is that I love more
The way you hold me
The way you kiss me
The way you love me
But it's okay because
At the end of the day
I love it all.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Imagine how much larger cities were
Back when you had to walk through them
Walls and pathways unraveling
Roofs chewing through the skies
It would be the only one you'd see
You wouldn't see it all
And thousands faces everyday
Thousands of doors going their way
And milions of windows
Which would see the world once a day
To each their tired strident noise
To each their tiny room
You would carve your street through your feet
And you would know what its name means
Remember what some walls meant
Or what some would be trying to
Many great things you'd like to see
Were simply built for you to see
By people who died long ago
But meant to show you some nice things
To live around and die under
They wouldn't have bothered
If they didn't think you'd be there
Walls seem to stand against the seas
Of leaves , water, or flying sand
While signs would tell you where you are
And tell you where to go
All around arms dance through the air, try
Looking for somewhere new to build
A place where you could have beeen born
And see what can be done
In that place where grandparents played
Where many grandkids would
Under a flag that stood so close
Soon serenity will prevail
And sky begins to lose its grip
On former people's houses
Gently sinking into the past
Some chiseled bricks
Will lay to rest beneath the silent waves
As forgotten as you
were already long ago
Then nobody more would know
Please do something
Because I haven't seen Venice yet
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
I'm not writing anymore
As much as I'm
Watching in helpless wonder
As the words
Fall out from my fingertips
As my heart flys
Off towards the songs
Of her voice
And I find myself
Hypnotized by her picture
Framing her perfect
Endless Ocean Eyes
And would the effect have beeen the same
Had we meet
After one too many
Or spilled each others coffees
In a crowded café
If I held her hand on a late night walk
Instead of this longing
To know her touch
Instead of dreaming of what could be
If not for the ocean
And time
And distance
Would I have been too shy
To say word
Had she danced or chanced
Before me...
I know
I would have froze
And quitely walked away
Never to say a thing
But maybe one day
Write of the regret
For the dream that I let
Waltz right past
And never took the chance...
I cannot explain
Or dare question fate
Of the why
All I can do is watch
As the words fall out
And helplessly stare
At her eyes
Perfect in their frame
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
wut
wut've u beeen?weight, wait
waitin 4 u been(the mouth
(the hair the
fingers)(inside the
)tuchin the touching
inside you the
way quick quivers
jostle in your wet wet?)
U been waiting for hands(4hands
)on your neck in your mouth
in your mouth's been waiting
4 sum fingers
4 sum lick spit fingers
(your mouth:
sum wut's
been
weighting
4 sum. Wut?
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Well to start my names Chloe Elizabethh Williams. I'm 14.. I live in Kansas. I'm an emotional person and don't like very many people. I get upset easily. I only have like 2 friends... One if them is my best friend Savanna. She's been there through it all.. I've beeen through a lot in a little amount of time. My birthday is December 4th.. I love sad quotes and sad music.. I don't like talking about my problems at all. I like keeping every feeling I have in my body and not sharing them. I already get judge about my weight and I don't need it about my problems... But yeaah. That's me!
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
For months I've beeen trying to write you.
To fold my emotions together like origami.
I'd make you a boat so that you can escape.
I'd bleed an ocean of ink from my pen.
Tides and waves, velvety rich and blue.
A grand sail of metaphores would carry you through an ocean of my desires, my ideals.
But, I realized that I was lost in translation.
My hands cant craft to catch your beauty.
I've lost myself in paper chains, a strength of love untold.
Your chains hit the bottom a year ago, they sway in stangnant waters.
Chain links made of memories Bob lifelessly in the water.
They stay around a centre point, gently knocking my shrivled skin.
A blank face drowning in the inky sea, I'll stay to an anchor what was.
With time these memories will bury me.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
THE PAST IS THE PAST FOR A REASON
THAT IS WHERE IT IS SUPPOSE TO STAY
BUT SOME CANNOT LET IT GO
THEIR IT EATS AWAY
UNTIL ALL THEIR FOCUS BECOMES
THE PERSON THAT THEY USE TO BE
THE MISTAKE THEY MADE IN THEIR LIFE
OH! IF THEY COULD ONLY SEE
THAT YOU CANNOT CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED
NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY
NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU THINK ABOUT IT
NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU CRY
WHAT HAPPENS IN YOUR LIFETIME
HAPPENS FOR REASONS UNKNOWN
SO YOU HAVE TO LET THE CARDS UNFOLD
LET YOUR STORY BE SHOWN
CAUSE THE PAST IS THE PAST FOR A REASONS
IT'S BEEEN,AND NOW IT IS GONE
SO STOP TRYING TO THINK OF WAYS 2 FIX IT.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
I want to help you through all the pain you have beeen through,
To stop all of your flashbacks and nightmares.
But I'm not sure if I will be able to be your solution,
I will try with everything that I am to help you as much as I can.
I'm here for you day or night, my door will always be open,
Just always know I am here for you and always will be.
I'm not sure that I can help you find the closure you so greatly need to heal,
And I am so very sorry for my failure as a friend if I cannot help with what you need most.
I can only do so much to help you and I know that isn't enough,
I'm sorry I can't do more for you but to only be here for you as a friend.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC