"beileve" poems
With beating wings
I follow you
A thousand years behind
I hear your cries
Of all the lies
We've been told to beileve
And though we know
The lies they sow
We still begin to see
That there is truth in everything
From love to hate to stars to pain
We beileve we're all alone
And that there is no room for home
I follow you
And all the steps
You've had to leave behind
You wished to take them with you
But you chose to choose your mind
I wished to keep
My steps with me
And now my mind is rot
I hate myself
And all my friends
For seeking what we sought
The steps I took
I place them down
Just one at a time
To find my way back
When I have you
And you're finally mine
With beating wings
I follow you
A thousand years behind
I hear your cries
Of all the lies
That say you've lost your home
And though you know
The lies they sow
You still begin to see
That there us truth in everything
From heart to soul
To eagle's wings
In everything, from love to hate
That a thousand years behind
Is your soul mate
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
*I'm sitting down playing the piano,
You walk in,
I felt your beautiful aura
From deep within
We are two distant strangers
So the idea of love is still a danger
Because we’ve opened our hearts up to False infatuated strangers.
You spoke to me, with a voice so heavenly
I knew a angel was sent to me
I could write you a book
I could make you a song
I could kiss your infectious lips
Until the pain is all gone
I could see all your wrongs
But its okay because we all make mistakes
I know we just met but you make my mind BEILEVE in the art of faith
Can you paint me a picture?
Of my love and your heart in the mixture
I see so much opportunity, I see...a whole life witcha
I apologize if I come off strong
I haven't felt this way in so long
You just bring out the best in me, she could be my “Greatest Love Song.”*
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
"I don't look like Snooki, do I?" I asked her, grimacing.
"Of course not! You look hot!" She gleamed with pride. This monstrosity on my head was her doing.
My frown deepened and I stared at my red face in the mirror.
"Beileve me, he's gonna love it."
I forced a smile and asked her to go grab me my purse. As soon as she whipped around the corner, I shut the door and wiped off the eyeliner and lipstick slathered on my face. I zipped up the front of my "zip-all-the-way-down-" shirt that she had lent me, just in time for her to open the door.
She smiled at me again. She didn't notice the difference.
I grabbed my purse from her hand and slung it over my shoulder. My Mom called from the stairway
"Girls! It's time to go!"
She beamed at me again and we ran down the hallway, my left hand placed strategically placed on top of my head **** as to keep it from sliding right off. My Mom threw us a look; we were already late. I ignored her and bounded down the stairs and out the front door.
Straight into the world of love, abandonment and heartbreak. The world that brought me here. Writing a short anecdote about it, with my hair poofed, makeup slathered, ready to go meet another "him."
I hope he likes it.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
*Take a vision
And place it where your heart is,
Take a moment
And place it in the part of your mind that never forgets,
Take a second
To find yourself and slowly reflect
Sip on your happiness, detach from your regrets
Give your soul more and your pride less.
Drop the selfish act
No one can enjoy a self centered show.
Beileve in your dreams, even when no one else may think so.
Misery still loves company, you need to cut the bad leaves off...if you want your tree to finally grow.*
#Rise
-Dougie Simps
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
The fake solution
i found in the bottom of a bottle,
drowned all my pain
saying just one more swallow,
just one more hit,
just one last sniff,
and that will be it.
Ill stop tomorrow
or maybe the day that follows.
Everything i promised
turned to everything i lost.
All the things i had turned
into another bottle,
pill, or whatever would
erase the shame, and the pain
that made me feel so hallow.
I wanted to stop, its true i really did.
But spending even a minute
alone with my thoughts was
enough to try and bring
my life to an end.
Id lost her, my family,
even my own morals.
Lived with true demons
i led into my body
through a needle in my arm.
I considered sucide
and tried.
But for some reason
god wouldn't let me die.
I thought i was being punished,
forsaken and forgotten.
I was completely at my bottom.
I found myself half dead
in a hospital bed,
hearing my parents plead
"god please don't take away our child."
I couldnt show emotion
so i cried with a blank exspression.
How could i have forgotten,
i was loved.
I sat in that bed,
weeks turned into months.
I swore id never go back.
Id change for the ones I loved.
The day i got discharged
i found myself there looking at
the devil in the form of a pill,
i was ill i was sick.
I have a dieses with no cure,
and found myself
shaking and seizing
and it all re accured.
Back in the bed i lay for two days.
Found myself on a small plane
headed far far away.
On a pilgrimage of change.
It took a couple weeks
but i realized I'm lost,
I'm powerless and broken,
only one could change that now.
I turned to the sky and asked
what do i do.
He told me be willing
and it'll come to me soon.
I made new friends
and made steps in the right direction.
I havent looked back
not even for a second,
god saved my life
beileve it or not.
Now I'm approaching
9 whole months.
Gratitude keeps me hear
and god makes me willing.
So now my life can be fulfilling.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
What deed did i breath?
For what i am to beileve.
I did nothing wrong
but it seems i cant stay strong.
Its been to long
but life is to short.
Can i abort
from what my fate has erupted.
But will it be rude to interrupt
what is play to be disrupt.
I am walking on thin glass
but i will show no class.
I feel like an escapee
that needed to be free.
From Jail
to bail.
I drag my nails
against the rusty rail.
I feel the blood
becoming more like a flood.
As i am empty out
all my doubt.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
I thougth you’d give me the chance to write of Love
The kind to brake the habbits that kept the others at bay
I beileve you are someone who could make my rosy thoughts a reality
But you won’t be doing this for me
Was I just something to be soaked up
To bring you up and make you laugh
You can’t understand the way your eyes led me on
I swear I saw it in the way you looked at me
It was like the foot between us was too much to bear
I swore I could feel you holding back
You told me once that we all need affection
But what else do you need?
I thougth you’d give me the chance to write of Love
The kind that would make others jealous
The kind that would make me blush from the inside out
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
I think I was saved.
I was saved.
and I couldn't be more thankful
I couldn't imagine a life
with no other meaning
but a ****** one .
I think that I was cursed to have the whole world
at attention .
I was saved the moment I started to write
I write down these words because I am running from a fate
a fate that many women find themselves in
I'm arguing with the evil and good part of my brain
some say good always triumph
but bad makes me feel so awful
it drags my soul down and makes me feel
like i'll suffocate
if i don't cave .
I get dragged down and I get
treated like what they want me to be
I get dragged down and I get treated
like I should not aspire to be something
more than
I can not be powerful
More powerful than
the people who try to pretend
to be so noble
and so I realize that people
are good but not when it comes
to hitting their soft spots
to wanting to be above them
and hoping that I soar far away from them
That I don't want to conform with them
That I no longer beileve in their story
and I no longer choose to be a part of this
and so I just want to be natural
one with the way the universe
created me to be
not the way the ads, and man made churches
polticians, police and all people expected me to be
they point a finger at me
with their tainted skins
and minds
and souls
they'd never point the finger at themselves
they think they have control
just know that I'm running
in the words I type
hoping to survive
the hell I sometimes find myself
in
I stare
and I stare
into the abyss
and it starts staring back
now It has me by the neck
and i'm choking and I'm scared
to admit there's no way out of this
no way out of this but to hope that
if I close my eyes
it will go all away
If I'm strong enough
One day the world will just stop.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC
There is no word for these:
Old friends in new bodies
gOld souls with
Ancient minds and
Youthful eyes.
Some of us have
The blood of Mary inside
Others raise from wakeless lakes
You, I beileve, have both.
Balancing on her railroad ties
She whispers,
That's your own impression
And she adds,
Why do all your smiles pass like clouds,
Instead of sticking around like thick crowds?
Because! I answer ( in different words )
Even the best eyes, still
Cannot untie our blind minds,
Cannot disarm our arms,
Cannot keep our feet from passing on.
Fair, she allows
But now, quiet your mind
Forget your words, and
She starts to hum softly
His soul circles him, it turns
The passing train breaks his trance
Buried back in his body now
Hearing pistons pounding in his head
Dreaming up old friends again,
Real and fake, then
Unmaking them, one by one
Finishing with this one
Lady of the lake
Toes tickling the water, blond curls like clouds,
Eyes belying death...
How is it this one shares a friend
In us all?
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Each day I remember
Our November
The moment that started it all
The ones that for months after made me bawl
One day you were mine
And everything was fine
Then I saw you leave
And it took me a while to beileve
When I did I couldn't cope
All I had left was some sort of hope
But you let me down
Made me more than frown
Some cuts on my shoulder
The weight of my emotions one heavy boulder
With my blood I said good-bye
Knowing your love was a lie
And my broken heart was a trophy of my failing try.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
Swan fly
and
bon high baby
everyday
I will always call you mines everytime
I won't pretend
Trust me baby I will never leave secrets behind I promise to tell you the truth and what's on my mind
I wan't lie not this time... not ever again my sunshine
I don't wan't to be on the outside wandering off into different directions left alone and feeling hopeless and captured I wan't your hands to guide me once more I promise to keep you close and never let go
****
I hope you notice that Im fousced
and anxious to stay in touch
and feel your touch what eles can I say to you other then I love you baby I want you and I need I ******* love beileve me I do and I hope you understand that I forgive myself and most importantly I want you to forgive me for all my wrongs that I've carried on for so long
Baby I wan't you to understand stand these words in this poem is from my heart and most importantly I want you to hear my love song for the frist time I also wanna kiss you again for the first time like I haven't seen you for a long I also wanna hug you and ssqueeze you
And just stare in these eyes of your for the rest of my life cause your the woman that I love and adore
I will ******* treasure you the most.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
my anger will not stop me from being a good person
everyday I wake up with a full heart and a list of good expectations
I don't know how often I have to stress this, but people grow.
you will not be the same person you were yesterday, tomorrow, or the same person you were last week, and its okay if not everyone understands that.
those people who knew you, once knew you but you are not defined by your mistakes or shortcomings
your objective on this planet is to grow, become a better person who makes better choices and not everyone will see that or choose to make better choices for themselves but it is your and only your responsibility to not lose sight of your purpose.
Be kind to others, we are all on a journey that no one knows anything about, no one of us is better then the other.
Fragility is not a weakness it is a different kind of strength
Knowing that things in life will and do hurt and embracing it at a healthy distance is a very real part of growth and acceptance of your small role in this world, compared to the greater scheme of things. I tire of our societies definition of strength and everyone's apathy towards people who are struggling. Working a nine to five like a robot does not make you strong, enduring the pain of life and letting it change or emotionallymcripple you will not make you the strongest person in the room either. It's the stuff no one ever talks about, If you want to know real strength not the kind everyone pretends they know everything about try Embracing your natural sensitive and empathic nature you will learn it is not a crutch like everyone wants you to beileve it is a different kind of awareness of the world it helps you challenge yourself and only in turn grow stronger.
We are inherently sensitive to our surroundings, and when we are watered with happiness and sensitivity
We blossom into something beautiful.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC