"breake" poems
You came back with rage again
You stupid, freaking, angry pen
I used to think that we were friends
But that seems to be coming to an end
You're an angry pen
A crazy pen
I don't like you one bit
You're a lazy pen
A stupid pen
A freaking baby nudist pen
And I Hate You
I want to write but you're too busy distracting me
With you're incorrect grammar and all your pointless babbling
I can't believe this is happening
How can a pen be mad at me?
I feel like a disciple and this pen is just a Sadducee
And I'm ****** off, again
But this time it's going to stay
All I wanted to do was play
But this pen led me astray
And I hate it
Every little click makes me cringe
Every little word I write makes me want more revenge
But lets face it...
What exactly would I do a pen?
Instead of taking it a part and putting it back together again
Well, it depends...
But honestly pens don't really make good friends
You rusty pen
You musty pen
You mother freaking ugly pen!
I hate you pen!
I breake you pen!
I can't wait to look down from Heaven and see your face in hell.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
My subconscious is stuck on you
My thoughts hate you
My heart still feels you
My eyes still see you
My voice still speaks you
My sleep still dreams of you
My feeling miss you
My pain is still you
I miss you .
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Sparkle moon light that dances on the heavens of the earth. Awaking the cries of help that need to breake their souls free,wanting to dance with the stars in the milky way and let the winds of the heavens take them there when their ready to set their life on fire and let their souls be the wind of the souls that nver stop flowing.....the stars are dzzncing under the full moon brezze.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
Is too much
For this little girl
That just want to not be broken again
Stay with you
Is just too much
For this little eyes
To watch our smile
Breake all the sadness in the room
Is just too much
For this little mouth
To kiss
Your beautiful lips
Is just too much
For this little hands
To hold yours
So strong
Is just too much
For this little stomach
To feel those
Awful butterflies
Dear
Is just too much
For this heart
To love again
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
Mingled pain and pleasure,
I grasp the essence and harmony,
Of my heart´s made subtle letters.
I breake a piece from the glass wall
Tossing it through the soul
And feeling it downstream
Through my crystallised vessels.
A glass wall of weakness
A glass wall of fear and madness.
A glass wall that is always there
Even if you hardly notice the presence.
I let the flow of the delicate words
Of the inner poem caress my soul
The inspirational power flooding in.
But the glass wall is ever so hard to break
So hard to step through for my own´s sake.
Is ever stronger when I feel the stress
Of the world´s burden and saddness.
Why I even let myself to be bothered?
Because I want to break through
The glass wall.
That is a dream.
For me as a woman.
For all of us.
A metaphor for our soul.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
I'm traped in a place
A place full of confusion
Observed by a demonic face
Conflics with an illusion
Traped at this place with many scars
Living without conviction
This space, with dull stars
This place full of suspicion
Traped at this place and it's hate me
Can't break out of those dark memories
And never will be free
Pictures in my head of those black stories
Traped at this place without hope
A place where I'm alone
This is a place I can't cope
A place, where I breake under the weight of a stone
Traped at this place where I'm lost
It's a place of gloomy fog
A place never endless darkness crossed
This place with an invisible lock
Still traped at this place that I know
This place is me
This place is my foe
This place of broken dignity
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 4:39 AM UTC
The breake up if
just another two letter word
well that statement
might seam poor
listen I will tell you why
surprise yourself
just listen to this man
if you told me that
if I knew
if only
if it had been like that
if only I knew why
if that was that
if no wait
no man
them to letters are not getting on
but we need you man
you can not split
if you do that
I will not be the man as I was before.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
I see things differently
That's OK
I can offened with my words
This I don't like
So I started again
Rewind freeze frame
Looked at myself
God that was hard
Sometimes my words breake down
They decay .
My mouth walks before my brain
This is why I write
This is where I can explain
I see things differently.
I'm OK.
Every human never stops learning
Good or bad
Good for me.
I'm still growing learning everyday
Now I can play with my thoughts
Daydream all day
Fly away with the fairy's
That flood my brain.
Not quite like that
You no what i mean
I can try
Explain
I'm feeling good today
To be honest it's nearly good
Everyday.
I see some things differently
That's OK.
I'm growing into a person whose handles her
decay.
I'm not displaying
Every ****** day
I'm growing
I'm learning
I'm listening
I'm interested it what you have to say
Be nice
Be kind
Help someone today.
As tomorrow you could be the person
Who just sees decay.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC