"befriends" poems
Sadism
Against your dogma
Felt like a solace
Being said that,
It's a constitution
Humans vail
Agreed to their stupid conception
Made by
Their greatest grandfather
Shriveled, i say
The gyves
Yet they still asking,
Where is my rights?
And you just sat there,
Befriends with silence
Behind the coffin
************
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without preestablished harmony. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
My Best Friends name gets used,
All the time
My Best Friend makes me feel powerful
But also can cut me down in seconds
My Best Friend is a dark soul
But befriends everyone
My best friend kills people
All the time
But nobody can stop My Best Friend
I can never leave My Best Friend
My Best Friend weighs me down
I say I hate My Best Friend
But
My Best Friend Is Hate.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
I rather have the world hate me
Because I am fat
Those horrid few extra pounds
That are not in my head
I rather want them to see me as a monster
With the body of an elephant
With the claws of a lobster
And with the head of a pelican
Than a person with Autism
I rather have the world hate me
Because I am a witch
A disgusting heathen
Who befriends spirits
I rather want them to see me as a heretic
Who dyes their hair with unholy colors
Who's style is alternative
Who's had multiple lovers
Than a person with Autism
I wish I was normal
Because I'd rather be all that above
Than an autistic individual
That no one loves
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
There's only one of you
Irreplaceable,
Unmatchable.
There's only of you
That appreciates the good
That I'm proud of, too.
One who knows
When I need mint chocolates,
Or eye droplets.
There's only one
That makes me mixtapes and playlists,
Constantly checking my wrists.
There's only you
Who befriends the demons that I fight,
To ease them, give me a peaceful night.
Only one of you
One who knows I hate emotions,
For their power ends in destruction.
There's you and only you
Finishing my sentences,
Fixing my mess.
One of you
Who saves me from all my pain,
And knows how much I love the rain.
There's only you
Who comfortably rubs my belly,
And kisses my shoulders gently.
There's only one of you
Who can send me straight to heaven,
Dragging me out of hell.
There's only one of you
And I can't stand losing that too.
-djs
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, y’have passed a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
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Ancient passageways
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( We who would live )
• •
WAR !
• •
We hide
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the playground
Prison games
Games of gangs and ****
;;||;;
Getting educated
Getting prepared
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Mutilating all true sensibilities
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goddess song
We pretend we just cannot hear !
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All the old folks
Crippled and weak
All the children
***** and obese
)(
Nature
Is dead
)(
We play video games
And talk about Muslims !
;:;
No one lives
No one befriends
We wait and hopefully
We will soon die
///
Safely erased
Hoping no one remembers us at a all
.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
"Good morning," says the gloomy day,
As colored thoughts come into play.
To loiter in the tricky mind,
Wet caves of light one surely finds.
One expends the nights only to
Restore good feelings which seem true.
In search of light, one tries to bore
Himself to drill through inner core.
The heart longs for tranquility
The head befriends disparity,
The eyes grow big like that of owl's
The words expelled so very foul.
While truth presents with benefit,
The wick of doubt is quickly lit.
However strong one fixed the bind,
The power lies with colored mind.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
Home is where the sand meets the water meets the waves meets the crashing
Home is where I tuck toes into sun-caressed ground that sinks into memory
Home is where the weather is salted and the air blue and hands always warmth
Home is where the ocean bellows a welcome with open arms, cold, tempting
Home is where an excited skipping inhabits the eager legs of a dog too human
Home is the crow's calling for tomorrow
Home is where the voices whisper soft in alleyways outside windows at 3 a.m.
Home is holding a glass of Santa Margarita in front of a graceful fireplace
Home is a ripe avocado waiting to be pitted
Home is my bed full of past unwanted and future anticipated
Home is the bittersweet taste in the mouth
Home is a single cigarette burning to mourn loss unknown
Home is where the glow of a quiet street befriends city lights
Home is his laugh echoing through the silence of the night
Home is my smile growing with the wind's howl
Home is where this body misses another
Home is where I touch you and remember why I'm here
Home is I'm coming back,
Home is I'm counting down the days
until I am
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
I have been one acquainted with the night,
But darkness gives me peace not often found
On summer days. I look alone to them,
But winter winds, the moon, and shining stars
Provide companionship to men like me.
I dance around the dark and think they must
Consider me to be a lunatic;
The moon always befriends a crazy man.
But loneliness reminds me of close friends,
And cold revives the thoughts of pleasant fires,
And darkness hides the stories of low liars.
I might not like the night itself as much
As I adore the memories it brings,
But I still find a beauty in night skies
Because it blocks my poor, imperfect eyes
And gives, in darkness, a new light to things.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
I wanna escape
And give up on society
I wanna escape
From reality
I wanna escape
And runaway from everything
I wanna escape
So everything will end as a past
I wanna escape
I wanna leave
Those heartbreaks, those fake friends and those pains
I can't live like this anymore
I would rather live in a treehouse
And befriends with those animals, plants and nature
I wouldn't be afraid
If beasts will attack me
Because the real beasts
Are the society and those judgemental teenage girls
But then i realise
The pain is not only in the society
That i can easily leave it
But the real pain is inside me
Inside my heart
And there is no escape
From the storm inside of me
{S.K}
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
the hunger i feel
the emptiness inside me
befriends my broken heart
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Guys always say “Oh girls are so complicated.” or “why do girls always have to be so confusing?”
Well gentlemen you are no different
You are just as confusing to us as we are to you.
Why must you fight with your fist instead of your words
Why is it that after a fight you can act like everything is normal?
Do you understand what fighting is?
Do you know that it isn’t just some way to get your frustration out?
Can’t you be more civilized and put those caveman ways behind?
Do you realize when a girl likes you or do you only pay attention to the one that you like?
Do you know what it means when a girl befriends you?
Do you see what is right in front of your eyes?
Hello Open up that brain we all know that you have inside!
Pay attention to everyone and you just might
see the light that is right there in front of you.
Can you hear someone calling you?
Or do you dismiss that voice because it’s not the one you want to hear
Open your ears or you might miss the best thing that could ever happen to you.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
You can search far and wide for a beauty that matches hers.
Only Gaia can hint at the beauty she possesses.
Her eyes are a soft green,
A gentle aquamarine like that of the sea;
They captivate and tranquilize you.
Only Helen's smile is a pale example of hers,
Which leaves you with the desire to see it again;
Nothing in nature surpasses her smile.
The right words will reveal her laugh,
Only the Nightingale's charming melodies can come close;
It is a siren's call that you follow repeatedly to hear again.
She radiates warmth when she holds you,
Like a gentle touch of glow of Apollo on your cheek;
A natural peace can be found when her arms are wrapped around you tight.
Her dark hair is as soft as a cloud,
Yet it runs through your fingers like wild silk;
She is a dark-haired version of Aphrodite when her hair is left down.
You can travel across the world in search of a beauty like hers,
But nothing can match it.
It is not restricted to the mortal body.
You have to look inside her heart to discover its origin.
She is kindness personified,
Her scruples displayed in her actions;
Maybe she is **** reborn into the modern world.
She holds conversations with all,
But she befriends only a select few;
Her exclusive circle open only to those she cherish.
I can wonder how blessed they are to be in her presence,
I only wish to be in her arms;
Yet she has carefully let me in with open arms,
While protecting the parts she is not ready for me to glimpse.
My patience and support she will eternally have,
As a friend, companion, or more;
Her happiness is my ever reaching ambition.
Not even Gaia can compete against this dark-haired mortal goddess,
Whose strength I forever admire.
She will always remain a compelling presence in my life,
No matter the Fates' intentions for our lives.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
In calm waves of imaginings I am mermaid,
Always chasing you through the towering tides,
Disappearing between each scalloped crest;
Only my tail visible, sticking out at odd angles.
I have lean, strong swimmer's muscles; I can swim for miles,
Nearly keep up with submarines, ships, ferry’s,
For a limited time. My hair tumbles down
As though a nest, like ***** twisted seaweed
Around my face’s shipwreck-glass eyes
And sunscald lips.
I follow keenly the scent;
Something, someone who’s precious- human scent,
Pungent, earthy, vivifyingly attractive,
Counterpoint to the ocean’s ambergris.
Meanwhile there’s only horizons of teal water all around me,
And roving sky above; my sole company most days.
I swim with just the barest hint
Of whispered memories,
Something so far and long ago;
He who knew well the secret heart of me,
Within my fishy innards
And in spite of my appearance.
Sometimes a stray dolphin befriends me,
And travels for a distance beside me;
Speaking in strange, native high-pitched dolphin talk;
And dolphins are interesting, but they are not men,
And they can’t comprehend what is it I follow
In the blind, long-aching of unknown distance,
Or what I pine for nightly, in my roiling watery soul
In the solitary caves, of this twilight world.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 3:53 PM UTC
I hate the way you trust me
I hate the way you lie
I hate the way you say stupid things
I hate the way you didnt listen
I hate the way you said I lied
But all you do is lie inside
I hate the way you said you loved me
I hate the way you hugged me
I hate mostly everything If it reminds me of you
I hate that you were the first guy i cried over
When you said "We're through."
I hate the way you made me laugh
I hate the way you treated me
I hate the way that I hate you
It's not just hate I feel
It's hate with a passion
But you never know, things could change
We could still befriends
If you weren't such an ***
I hate the way I don't care for you anymore.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
You have a wife and four daughters
and a colleague amongst your supporters
mindset engineered: you answer a question
with a question and indulge in light sensationalism
My wife befriends many people - a natural star
suddenly they're saying the same things that you are
ideas are pinched, put to use, there's no excuse
for queering my pitch - you stupid *****
No offence meant: I hold myself to account
who am I to hold court, judgemental nonsense
don't say anything, go sit yourself on the fence
come back to me when you have pounds, shillings and pence
Some commontators seem less than cool
it's doubtful if they could explain the offside rule
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
one good thing will happen
to counteract the bad,
bringing me back down to earth,
dissolving each dream that i’ve had.
expect the worst, always hope for the best
set yourself up for a long way down
to fall until you can finally rest.
i can’t have everything, everyone knows nobody can
i feel like an ostrich
hiding his heavy head in the sand.
maybe disappointment and happiness
are in fact, closely linked.
maybe what i need is beyond what i want
or feel or say or think.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
(trioletish)
she is lithe and serene
as the staid air melts, frantic.
as she befriends a sable fiend
she is lithe and opaline.
for completion, they convene
and together study the bleak, pedantic.
she is lithe and agleam
as the staid air melts, prismatic.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
I crawl unnoticed
into your bed,
having done so many times before.
I know you.
Familiar is always inviting.
The warm sheets, welcoming pillows
bound reflexively around you.
I am that inch of the bed
you never knew.
Darkness and discomfort rapidly infect
the free-spirited bliss that befriends you daily
Toss left.
Toss right.
Your brain in my hands,
a black slab of clay
Open your eyes,
all that seemed so clear, now
clouded like a stone dropped
into still shallow water.
I decide to unchain you,
for you may manage your physical existence, but
I am the puppeteer of your alternate reality.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Cold nights
Souls drifting
Hearts beating
Dream chasing
Echoes of wolves speaking
My ears listen while my hearts skipping
Fear befriends my lonely soul
It holds me hostage
As I sleep with these wolves
I remember the touch of sheeps
In pain I dive deep
Giving sorrow my soul to keep
Seeing that love is as sharp as these wolves teeth
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Beware the boss who befriends you best above the rest
The compliment isn't free
It's you they'll savage, not he
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
A small candle-lit flame
Lights the way
Along the dusty corridor,
Meager warmth it provides
As I shuffle quietly over
Warped and weathered floorboards
That sigh tiredly under my feet,
Blank orbs skim over
Hand painted portraits
Looking only for one,
I pause at a high arched window
A servant left it ajar
To catch the midsummer breeze,
Moonlight spills softly
Over rolling hillsides
Fresh with midnight dew,
Swallows slumber softly
So the bats fly on in euphoric glee
Unto the fruit trees,
Wistfully I leave
The picturesque scene
For my own bland world,
Moonlight leaks through the cracks
Of this high and lofty house
That only befriends spirits,
A gust of air stumbles down the hall
Only to tumble around blindly
Yet steals my flame when it sulks away,
I continue on without pause
The way known by my limbs
As well as my mind,
Hollow and barren is my heart
Since you left
For the bittersweet life after death,
I reach for your likeness
But fingers touch
Only cool, cracked paint,
Her portrait is gone
I hear someone screaming
And realize it is I.
~~~
"Whose cries were those
o' servant?"
"Why those were my masters
dear milkmaid."
"Why does he scream so?
Such agony, I've never
heard the like."
"His wife died nigh on ten years ago,
and long since has her portrait
been gone by his own request."
"It cannot be so?"
"'Tis. Ere' night he wanders
the halls in search of her,
but only to be foiled
by his own hand."
"Ah the poor soul."
"Aye and in the the morn he remembers
naught.."
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC