"beutiful" poems
I feel asleep
I dreamed beutiful dreams
Dreams never dreamed before
Dreams hiden in the background
Dreams that opened my eyes
Dreams that helped me survive
I saw the ocean blue
I saw the blue sky
I saw the charming sun
I saw the colorful garden
I felt joy for freedom
I felt joy for happiness
I felt joy for opportunities
I felt joy to be alive
I fell asleep
With the fright of waking up
With the joy of felling life
With the fright of loosing everything
With the joy to know it hapened
Even if it was only because i was asleep.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
*We never hang out anymore
your allways with her
has she replaced me
as your true bestie
apparantly because when
she calls you run*
**We never talk anymore
We used to share everything
we used to share secrets
we used to share jokes
but when she's here you go**
*We used to be like sisters
We used to stay up all night
We knew each other so well
we started off so beutiful
but when she says sister your gone with no words*
**we arnt best friends anymore
like the wind she swept you away
that best friend stealer she made you go away
like a river she drowned you in lies
like the flu she spread rumors of me
and you listend**
I miss MY EX-BEST FRIEND**
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Procrastination,
My fair lady,
Why must you compel me
To worship you
When I have so many and so urgent things to do?
Fine. So maybe it is not your fault.
So I'm just lazy. Okay.
But you are so tempting.
Lulling me away
from so many chores
(Or a death by boredom - who can really tell?)
Sometimes you offer me the prettiest of pictures,
Sometimes the funniest of videos,
Other times merely my bed and the ceiling,
But more often books.
Beautiful, beutiful books.
So why should I scold you
For taking my time
When those are the hours
I most lovely spent?
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
is humanity's ignorance pure disgustance or is it beautiful?
it very well could be beautiful how much pain one human could endure
yet its disgusting how humans thrive on the downfall of everything
Or maybe us, humanity, is simply eveything or is it nothing?
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
You're beutiful in every way.
My love for you is never ending.
You're eyes are navy green.
You're smile is perfect in every way.
You are every thing I want in a girl.
You're dating someone that wouldn't treat you just right.
If you give me a chance you will be very bright.
But dont make me put up such a fight.
With the touch of you're lips will make my day.
Now lets just hope I behave.
If you give me a chance it would be you're greatest day.
I will make you feel like a wonderful princess.
Expescially when I get my liceanse.
I will always tell you I love you.
Every night and day.
I will kiss you and hug you until you tell me.
But just give me a chance and I promise you will never regret.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
I wish I was in Zanzibar
to walk upon its sand
to feel the impressions of poems
that explode within my palms
and all the ink that baths upon
and calls itself anew
is but a shower of raging sunlight
that drags my heart askew
I wish I was in Zanzibar
to walk upon its sand
to feel his beutiful fingers
entwined within my hand
my arms stretch out above my head
I really do love him
But know that he is dead
I wish I was in Zanzibar
to feel its gentle waves
its foam like Can Can dancers
performing on a stage
and one day soon
I am going to have to go there
and then they all will know
that I am a boy, a mere pretender
in slow motion in the show
and here I will look for butterflies
as I make my way to school
and claim the part of intelligence
or perhaps that of fool
I think in velvet red
and dream of the day it will be me
naked upon the stage
I wish I was in Zanzibar
to feel its gentle rage
and put my palm to ink and pen
and write upon its page
I wish I was in Zanzibar
its where I wish to go
to play all day upon the sand
and be in its strange and wonderful show
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
He opened the door as so many times befor the old man not giving thought to a stranger
inside in wait.
His smell gave him away even in the darkness it's always that moment just befor that
excite's me so.
As his feeble hands flicked the switch he gave no thought to a intruder
he only cursed the light.
Godammit! I just bought that bulb!
His voice like a memory lingred within my thoughts of hatred.
The mouse was in the vypers cage and I thrived in knowing the strike would
be savage in nature.
He stumbbled his way to the kitchen and as he was met by only the promise of more darkness it was then he would hear my hiss.
Hello Jim it's been so very long.
His eye's were so perfect in there grasp of terror for he knew the devil well.
Who's there? Get the hell outta my house I'll call the cops!
I couldnt hide my laughter Oh Jim how can you call the cops
When the phones dead besides didnt you miss me?
I dont know what your talking about who the hell are you?
The fear was a drug I knew his heart couldnt take much more but much like the phone he fumbled for it wasnt the only thing that would be left dead in this house.
He staggred back blind was the mose that soon would know my fangs.
My arms around wrapped around the weak old fool he let out a cry but I muffled it
with leather glove.
Oh dear uncle Jim dont you remember me?
You said I was always your favorite you sick ******* *******
How many were there ?
What's wrong are you scared good you ******* freak!
I felt his body tremble just as helpless as he had made me feel
You know old man it's only fitting I should **** you for so long ago you killed me.
His withred lips began to speak my name but soon he felt the sting and the
blood choked the sentance from his mouth.
His throat slit I let the old man crawl painting his kitchen floor a crimsom of pure devilish delight.
I dropped the phone in front of him and enjoyed as he in a last effort to survive
dialed the numders the gurgling noise a sweet music to my ears.
What's wrong Uncle Jim you seem so unhappy?
He convulsed in the floor I watched my creator die in such a beutiful demise.
The sound so sweet to hear my memories were washed clean my past was dead with the
wrinkled old garbage in floor I drove the blade in agian thats for the past you
I drove it in again thats for that helpless disgusting feeling of filth.
I drove it deeper agian and agian blood painted me i was washed clean of his decay.
How i love family get togathers
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 5:40 PM UTC
death
thats what i want
feel the warmth
of my own blood
leaking out of my own body
knowing i went out
the way i wanted
sounds good
but thats just it
it sounds good
i could go with my wrists
id fell my blood
driping down my hands
i could paint a pice of art
let it happen slow
that sounds good
or my neck
i could choke on my own blood
drown in it
fell it fill my lungs
choking me slowly
but thats what life is right
it just chokes you
up untill that day
you give out
well
thats the day im waiting for
thats the day we all wait for
so should i cut my wrists
paint a beutiful picture
in my own blood
feel myself slowly slip away
or cut my neck
and drown in my own blood
so witch will it be?
i just want to die
but really
nobody gives a ****
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
empty life , no joy no love
even all those friends in my empty life
till i meet one person ; felt so happy
makes me feel better ; makes me feel the life
we spent the most beutiful moments ever
he is my best friend..my best friend
he's like the sun shine..
he back the smile to me every time i feel sad
he back the love when i'm broken at two
he back the joy when i'm not fine
he's my best friend..my best friend
i promise that you are in my heart forever
i promise that i renember you all the time
i promise that i'll give the world for you
because you are my best friend <3
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
the world is filled with beautiful things
others die just to allow their kids to dream
A boy is allowed to walk because someone dared to think
But a beautiful world is not in my dream's
Silence is deadly as far as I'm concerned
My minds filled with beautiful words
I write the truth nothing more
Cover up the deadly the sick and the depressed
All so you don't have a heavy heart inside your chest
you've devoted your time to playing video games
im sorry that I act this way
but my words do speak the truth
the world is beautiful
but I owe my beautiful world to you
kind as you are I don't know much
your catholic your not its not a big deal but
I know you like fallout boy
and your American flag pants
you wore your sisters shirt
and you wore a 1920's hat
your suspenders are red and you like to excel
You don't like drama and your kind of introverted
your eyes are brown
and you have no idea how bad im hurting
but ill put it aside all just to Keep you happy
because without you I don't know if I could keep lasting
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
shining star
in a beutiful sky
up my eyes looking at you
feel so high
i always try to hide my love
but you don't know
that you are my drug
very special drug
crazy but strong
i've never felt like this before
but i always want more
you tell me about what's in your heart
and i hope is true and right
you said or did crazy stuf
but i've never said this is enaught
when you smile
my whole world stop for a while
i love the way you are
i can't find the right words
to explain what i feel about you
but i have three honest words to tell you
that i love you
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:19 PM UTC
Tomorrow I'm going to the lighthouse
And I'm going to draw all the beautiful things I see
Because people don't take enough time to see it
They don't see the ocean as an enormous creature
They see it as a place to lounge and capture food
They don't see clouds as beutiful gigantic structures
They see a shield from their precious sun
People don't understand the beauty around them
People are so indulged in luxury and technology
That all they see are things they want to see
And the beautiful things are trapped behind the selfish human mind
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:02 PM UTC
Dress of mist about a beutiful mountain
Where the grace around trees is only black
Where candles can glow a hundred miles
Standing in my doorway
I could see you dancing in the fog
The thread of spirit
Was lost in the fall of a rock
And winter made me wrap my coat about me
Where the shame of wind burns my face
And tears turn to crystal
Where fire makes my heart loose its grip
And the thick paycheck
And the handful of lotto tickets
Standing in the light
A cigarette turns to ash in my hand
Black in my lungs
Eat
Feast
Maul my heart
Starving
For fire
For the black
I twist your fingers in my hand
Moon
Bright enough to shine
Until the sun forgets
To turn the trees green
And tells a time of shattered sunsets
In which I am alone on my doorstep
And you dance like a spirit of green
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
crackers bursting across the earth
we heard the loud cries of his birth
it was just like yesterday
when you made our lives to bright from grey
i had the best time with you
which i not knew untill days swiftly flew
time is very cruel
everyone has to go someday,thats life's rule
every morning,i wake up
gaze at the morning twilght
"Isn't this so beutiful or is just my eyesight?"
Memories may haunt but still the best shall i highlight
chereished moments ere you left
was a unforgetable gift
recalling our lives together bring back happy and sad a tear
we did none be fogotten what together we share
They come yonder and leave
but thou art special
because thou art full of meaning and real
which forever shall i belive
I shan't see thou ever after
I shall tresure your every laughter
Now,I say goodbye, 2010
Wish the next is good as you, my dearest friend.
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
What is wrong with me?
Am I a fiend
Why is this the most beutiful thing I have ever seen
A body falling like a rose petal
Ending in a flower of twisted metal
A death so horrible it was a crime
Jumping of the tallest building of the time
What pain must of bin going through her heart
And yet I sit and watch her like a piece of art
The Dress
All the stress
All the finesse
All the chaos to make such a perfect mess
An image I will never unsee
**** what is wrong with me?
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
You and I
Wove a beutiful tapestry
all the right colors
in all the right places
but there is this red string
of lie
that got woven in
unseen by me
and when I saw it
and pulled it
the whole tapestry
fell apart.
And part of me
wants to weave it
right back
from the start.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
some can say hope is beutiful maybe it is in times of when hope is your last reason for taking that last breath, or of not jumping off that bridge,
maybe it is in thoose circumstances,
but when you you hope for oh so long,
hope becomes nothing but you believeing in some pathetic idea,
and maybe when you tell someone this pathetic idea they say
" that's so normal though! how can you hope for that?"
that's when you know you arn't right anymore. That somethings wrong with you.
when relizing that hope for you is something the average person thinks is normal, something the avergae person feels every day.
expierences everyday.
when you relize hope, is truly some pathetic overused idea of your.
Your hope has turned into something disgusting,
when you hope for a true smile, one that you don't have to fake ,
a true laugh just once,
that is what hope does to some people. ey are at the end of their to short rope and they hope.
but you can only hope for so long.
and after you are done hoping what is left?
faking everyday for the rest of your life to fulfil someone elses idea's expectations for you?
inwhich at this point death becomes so exotic and wonderful.
and after you first think that thought, of death being the true answer,
you don't care anymore or you just start caring about EVERYTHING and every point off of a one hundred kills you,
when every inisult from him starts tearing at your flesh,
when evert thought of yours isn't "good" starts to ich ever so much more, when every glance that isn't a good one makes you feel o so ******
death really does become your most faverable topic then, and people wonder why you are the way you are.
stop wondering and simply look at their ****** expressions,
simply listen to what they say,
simply try for them.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
I hunger for your love, my love
But yet you feed me rocks
And other cold hard facts.
I thirst for your affirmation
Yet suffer the tyranny of
Mouthfulls of biast statements
Contradicting my hopes
I want to kiss you and,
Crawl into your bed at night
Listen to your euphoric shrieks
Because like your childhood bedbugs
I also sometime playfully bite.
But your scientific mind is
Veining over my beutiful
Dreams Of guns and roses
And other lucid stimulus.
I love you, okay
Three words not even your
Verbose tongue could complicate.
Maybe that's why.
Maybe love is a concept your
Rational mind feels threatened by
And thus conceals all pulsating
Emotion
By diction and intelectual ***********
I hate you for that.
For killing my cat.
For raising my suspicion.
I hate you for not loving me.
And not acting normally.
Always being formally
... cold and undefined
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
The girl i like ...
is beutiful ..
Like a motorbike..
But not Ducati...
She moving softly
Like a motorbike
But not Yamaha .
Neither Harley...
She is more like
British bike.
Triumph ..
I like her sound.
I like her shiny armours..
And ride..???
Ooo...what a ride..
Smooth and silky..
And..what a bike..
God... is beutiful and shiny..
I know
she maybe like the man ..
The rider ..
Her own
Dark ...
Ghost rider..
Maybe ..?
Me.?
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
One day
you will not be same
One day
you will be the one reading this
One day
you will be judging the actions of others
one day
is just 24 hours
Time flies even when your with the most beutiful flowers
One day
you will think back
on the mistakes you did on your track
which made you correct them
and sticked to you like gum
to never again make that mistake
thats called experiece.
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
Orange light
Orange light
illuminate me
Ooh ooh ooh
Stars and Planets around me
Ooh ooh ooh
Cosmos very beutiful
And his beauty **** me
Mars Mars Mars illuminate me
Ooh ooh ooh
Maars Maars Mars illuminate me
Ooh ooh ooh
2016
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
I am getting graceful
It is moon night full
How feel breeze beams
Moonlit night what a scene
I loving your feeling
The moon light, like a dreaming
Ohh , i am gazing the stars
tearing the darkness the spark
Little sparkle having a great energy
A beutiful night feel a intoxication
Let's come to me
And get it hug me
I feel the cool air
Want to drink like cold beer
In this intoxicated night
I miss you , i miss you
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC