"bleek" poems
Feel the breeze running through your hair
Flowers blooming along the green, green grass
Colors painting the world
Adding life to this bleek place
Picking a flower or two
Celebrating the coming of spring
Where Mother Nature announces her return
Giving life to the earth
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 5:33 PM UTC
So familiarize what having to swallow this pill is like
It happens all the time, they take your heart and steal your life
And it's as though you feel you've died because you've been killed inside
But yet you're still alive which means you will survive
Although today you may weep because you're weak and
Everything seems so bleek and hopeless
The life that you're seeking, it begins to seep in
That's the only thing keeping you from leaping off the motherfreaking deep end
And I'm pulling for you to push through this feeling
And with a little time that should do the healing
And by tomorrow you may even feel so good that you're willing
To forgive them even after all that **** you been put through.
This feeling of resilience is building.
And the flames are burning quick as fire would.
Through this building. you're sealed in
But you're fireproof, flame retardant, you withstood it.
And as you climb up to the roof, you're just chillin' and you look down
'Cause you're so over them you could put the heel of your foot through the ceiling.
As time passes, things change everyday
But wounds, wounds heal
But scars still remain the same
But tomorrow today's goin' down in flames
Throw the match, set the past ablaze
So feel the fire beneath your feet
As you barely even perspire from the heat
Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief
And as you say goodbye to the grief
It's like watching the walls melt in your prison cell
But you've extinguished this living hell
Still a little piece of you dies, you scream..
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
He forgot how to help himself.
He forgot how to love,accept,and respect himself.
He now loves feeling his pain,
and wishing things were still the same.
Exchanging brains,
for drugs with names,
that will land him under the ground,
or inside of a cage.
It’s a crime to wait,
for life to take,
the righter path,
with a mind that hates.
At night he’ll pace
his mind will race,
yet sit in place,
designed to waste.
Why does he do it?
So self destructive.
He claims he isn’t an addict,
but isn’t above it.
The future is bleek,
so no need to recover.
A bleeding heart bruises,
and is misleading in color.
At the moment before,
the moment he snaps,
and right before he’d lose it,
**his music oozes from the loosest of nooses.**
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
Bleek jockey *****
Death is nevv life,
a ride upon a Black horse.
An ill-omened trot;
bring forth Avvakening,
no time to stall.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
Delirious foaming sips
Fidgeting for a cigarette
I look like a raging manic
Time to whistle the time away
With strategies of how I could have spent It better
( My time I mean)
Courting disaster
A youth breathing in angst
Working out the senseless semester
Of continuous mistakes
Sinking sailboat within the space of
Sea in the back of my mind
The bubbles pop like acid rain
And I've nothing tangible to soak
Up the stain
I've perpetrated my desires into
A crisp letter that I've labelled
With a sticker of a lark
Spun out on stress
Reliving the sickness
A gush of cough suppressed in
My chest
Vladimir Nabokov's ******
Explains it the best
Contemplative in public places
With my thoughts hung like
Guitar basses
Riffs in my skull that whisper
How this phase is contagious
And I'm still the only one left of my
Peers with sweaty palms
And a sore throat
Dancing
High to a symphony of lyres
As I suddenly hit a sour note
This vast mountain road
Sliding back and forth on
Riding to a sense of home I've
Long ago forgotten
Is this tingle normal?
Is my preservation of self
Illegal?
Like that girl Lucy with
Cartier in the sky?
The leaves withered up long ago
Like dry grapes and I can't wait
Much longer in this combustible
Longing for
Someone's lies to shelter
In my soft direction
No use speaking about my
Indiscretions
Because no one ever listens till
I utter "I told you so"
I pour karma, dharma and nirvana
Into a tea cup
Finish the potion up
And start to loosen my joints
Poking along my skin in oddly
Sewn points
Walking through the doorway
From one world to another
To the waking screaming world
From a heavily dosed slumber
Seasons came and passed
Grains of sand caress the insides
Of an hourglass
Waiting for forever it seems
For some stranger I catch glimpses
Of in my dreams
Courses through my veins
As novocaine
After a bright vision solidified
In numb numbers as they said it would be
My blanket no longer fits me
As my feet stick out contorted
And my bleek sensation of safety
Seems to have become distorted
A calender left blank
I sit in a shackled ruin
I'm running on the brink
And no longer doing things
I thought knew me
Withdrawing from stings
Of the images in my fantasies
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
media is obsurd...don't you think
they only say whatever they think
what makes headlines...as long as it's good
you'll hear about in the evening news
the real news is grim and bleek
there's people starving in the street
look around and you will see
choas and mayhem
in your city
do you really care who's president of god knows where
or would you rather see who's dying here
it happens everyday...we don't seem to care
next time you see the news at night
remember we to...
have our own plight
read the paper...what do you see
third world countries in dispair
*** about here
do you think that....they...even care
i think not....its easy to see
if you take a life...
you make the news
if you help some one
you just amuse
back in nam...we were hero's
than the footage came back...and we were zero's
so next time you watch that reporter rant
think of you own hometown
and the devestation they can't....
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
many times i feel, as if the things i have to do matter only to me.
like my life or death isnt apparently a deal. but how can that be true.
we all live with love. but with pain more often we sleep.
now the only time we ever feel the hope in our heart is when things are shining, not bleek. but how can this be true.
we must learn to let go, of the fact our fear has pushed us onward.
well you only know its love when you dont know.
you only start to hide when it starts to show.
you only know you love life when you let it go.
move on now to better things. is what we are told. but how can this be so.
we live in the shadow of others mercy and we take to pride our own victory over others at the same time. is this how it goes.
let go of the love of power. and the power of love will win.
let it go
with our only hope being the main thing we wake up to, and the last thing we have in our heads as we sleep, we must let go of fear, and the past must make its own course. free you're mind, and everything will follow.
the enemy is fear. we think it is hate, but it is fear.
fear creates danger, not vice versa, and courage dispels its.
let it go.
the fear.
the past.
the hate.
the love of power.
free your mind, and everything will follow.
let it go
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Stars in paint, crackled glaze
walk the cobbled street with me.
ochre, blue and wizened haze,
A swirling canvas galaxy.
Light my broken dawn, my love
darkened hours, quiet night
bring me all the skies above
and drape the dim and pale moonlight.
Sadness, silence, watered cheeks
sunflowers waving in the dirt
charcoal clouded, ever bleek,
dark storms brew like bruises hurt.
Dewy glass and fired ale
absinthe daydream, starry night
touch my arm, porcelain frail
pale skin and paler light.
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
Though sometimes there's days,
I feel all alone;
Even with family beside me,
a house not a home.
I know that I'm loved,
but still shed a tear;
For to be all alone,
is life's greatest fear!
Alone is a dark place,
so dreary and bleek;
It creeps in with fury,
turns strong men to weak!
When I'm heavy and lonesome,
my heart so so sad;
I remember Christ My Saviour,
He helps me feel glad!
I remember He loves me,
He's been here for me;
Once suffering and lonely,
but now I'm set free!
My heart now so happy,
my sadness all gone;
With Christ in my life,
I sing a new song!
He's shown me forgiveness,
my sins washed away;
He's filled me with gladness,
and mercy to stay!
A new day had dawned,
His grace He has shown;
With Him right beside me,
I'm never alone!
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
i have my mother's skin
freckled and fair
my dad's nose
sloped and refined
my grandad's curiosity
vibrant and pestering
and my grandmother's voice
poetically overflowing
i have my mother's emotions
capricious and antagonistic
my dad's perfectionism
bleek and disciplined
my grandad's stubbornness
punctuated and impervious
and my grandmother's faith
gentle and unfailing
i am what i am
i am who i am
because they have raised me
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 9:45 PM UTC
*Subscribe to my vibe, rolling to the sea.
It comes with the tide thats pulling at me.
The ride I ride screams with glee.*
As a freak I blend in, with the geeks.
A fine *** woman, i seek.
Iv been celibate, for about a week.
Man that future, sure looks bleek.
Blonde wavy hair she has,
What id give, to pound that ***
Ride or die, ill be smoking that grass,
Livin up in rockin roll heaven will be a blast.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
In all the crooked corners of my mind,
Cobwebs and dust mites are all I find.
There's no longer a sense of reality,
I can only see a ton of duality.
My stories now have dust mites,
Whose bindings have layers that are contrite.
So where is it that I should seek,
A tale that is not so bleek?
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Slice and chop into the dirt
exacerbate into the earth
Pillow-lined: the metal slate
My mental state triggers a string
that plucks at the guts
and resonates up, scraping
The ventral pull of innards
Takes my head down with it
As I listen to syllabic
'Toungue-and-Bleek'
No talk of god lifting the weak
Only if mortals sleeping
'Cept the thing, is that,
mortals are all I've seen
This lucid dream
is my home
This sweet by-and-by
is all I've known
We grow together
We grow apart
We grow alone
We take these pills to take us home
Yet when we're rolling in our beds
all we ever fear is death
Accept the fact we are alone
Close our eyes and dream of home
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
There's things in life you just can't deny
Like how you kept me up this night
How you remind me of something I had inside
And people tell me play it cool
But I can't help if I'm a fool
And I can't explain it but I'll try
You are things I want to be
And an image of someone I didnt want to let go
Call it repeated history
Cause when you get attached to someone
You search for them in everyone you meet
And when I see even the smallest pieces of crumbs of you in them
I like to make believe
Cause I can't help the people I meet at a young age so bleek
The people that leave an impression on me
And now I search for them in everyone I meet
And you resemble something
I can't speak ..
I can't say...
If I did it wont make sense anyway
But there are things in life you just can't deny
Like how your thought kept me up tonight
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
Arriving there is always sweet,
Embracing you our lost mouths meet,
Our journies always fun and wild,
I long for you just like a child.
You treat me with such love and grace,
I love your heart, I love your face,
I feel so safe when I'm with you,
You hold me tight the whole night through.
You reassure me when I'm down,
You fool around, and act the clown,
You sense I'm down before I do,
And spring to life to pull me through.
But comes the time that I must go,
My heart feals heavy, weary so,
I cling to you and cry my tears,
You kiss them gone and wipe them clear.
The passing days bleed into weeks,
My empty bed is cold and bleek,
The wait for you seems endless at times,
I manage It by making rhymes.
I yearn for when we next entwine,
And I can briefly make you mine,
I vow to make this permanent,
And try to make you more content.
But until then, this endless wait,
Is necessary, it's our fate,
But one day we will be as one,
I promise love, to you I run.....
For you Rob x
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
In the season of hope, it was to be,
a friendship to form,
lost at sea.
I remember the day when we would speak,
such hostility between you and me.
I ask for comfort,
though you rest in peace.
Another chance to say sorry,
or inspire you to be.
I know not what I seek,
the world is lonely, so bleek.
In my dreams I search for truth;
may my soul be worthy to plead.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
My heart is aching without a doubt it's my stomach that twists and turns without warning my face promoting euphoria but only to the naked eye. Everyday I wake up crying without someone there, does anyone here me screaming is anyone out there? I shrug it off hoping that it will get better, but day after day I feel myself floating closer to the sun. My skin is melting as I realize I' m trapped in my own limbo; this depression is eating me from the inside out. Darkness creeping closer to my core as it claws at my soul only to be stopped by the mild feeling of hope that wells up when a glimmer of happiness is seen over a bleek chapparal. Digging my fingernails into my chest I pull out a black mass, slowly pumping nightmare fuel to my brain; squeezing with all my might it bursts. An ink colored substance lingers down my arm as I fall through space, the sun getting farther and farther as I plummet to the earth. Finally I land, unable to move a single muscle I utter to myself. "Help me."
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
Collapsed in thrash
A post dusk dance
Where fickle whispers
Dare not doth ask
Digress, thumbing some
Of their finest cask
I'll ask myself
Dare not whispers doth ask
"What the **** are you doing?"
Laid with three
Just this week
Father's Cancer
Shan't I speak
Best friend's a child
So dull, so Bleek
Why do I seek to swerve
Where others swerve to seek
"Your life's a proper mess."
A diligent instrument
Succumbed to drink and spit
His nightly dance,
Thumb in cask
No longer feels so intimate
An idiot reflecting idiots
"I thought attractive people,..."
You finally made it
You Wretch
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
It's still and calm
Patiently waiting under your palm.
It's dark, black blood.
It wishes to break from your restraint
And start a flood.
And truth be told it completely would.
It's dark, black blood.
The blood deep within that you will never let Bleed out.
The blood deep within you that no one else Knows about.
It hasn't flown for years.
It's dark, black blood.
If only others knew the power it does hold
Its pain always shown, never told.
Yet you've never seen it.
It's dark, black blood.
And it's inside everyone
Patiently waiting for it's time to run.
Streak down your cheek,
On a day dreary and bleek.
Erupt from underneath,
Rush between your teeth.
Yet it never will.
It's too dangerous for each of us
To ever let it spill.
It's dark, black blood.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Im just scared and tired
Im just getting tired
all the walls build towers
I plummet below sea level
and revel in my misery
every step isn't far enough
all my options are bleek
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 5:22 AM UTC
What if we wake up one day and realize that all along, we have not been living
What if this life, is not life at all
What if we are just puppets being controlled
To provide entertainment
To act on this "life" movie set
Our roles are already set out for us
Our stories already directed
Some have happy endings, some not
Some uncertainty, some just bleek dullness
It's not within our control
And as well go along acting
Experiencing an array of emotions
The puppeteer sits comfortably on his high chair praising himself for what he has created
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
Grey daylight bleeds through my bedroom window
Wake me from a deep and dreamless sleep
Rain echoes off the mud
I am as bleek as the day
Dayspring brings no optimism
Like days of my youth
When mornings swelled with exhilaration
A sunny side disposition
Now apprehension bears down
Unbearably
Pressing, choking, smothering
The day is so terribly long
Bone-weary I sit upon stones
Begging the waves to wash away my sorrow
Beseeching the sunset to take my regret
But they do not
The cold gust of night and melancholia
Now all I have is the moon
She pours down her shining sentiment
Still I am alone
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC