"bulit" poems
Like a cloud in the sky,
Like a shattered reflection,
Like a school girl who's shy,
Like an object bulit to perfection.
Like a diamond in the rough.
Like a cup of coffee,
Like a rhythm of a song,
Like a piece of sticky toffee,
Like a calculator that's never wrong.
Like a yin-yang symbol.
Like a piece of art,
Like a glittery birthday card,
Like a scientific bar chart,
Like a royal guard.
Like everybody else's heart.
Except its yours.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
We were but days away of completing this strange object we were buliding for the healer of the Earth..
The Earth was already reborn again..
Its rivers fresh and clear..
Oceans clensed and blue..
Lands rich and alive..
People free of diesese..
The world singing the same song..
At last the creation was complete..
From a mountain we carved out a sort of series of shapes and arcs..
I cannot explain it..
You truly have to see it to believe it..
The healer then walked up one of the arcs and into the center..
The healer of the Earth shine brighter than our sun...
The shapes shadowed around the healer as he shined ever so..
A gate of light seem to open above the stars in the sky..
And there fell a ball of light to the healer..
The healer caught this light and held it in front of it..
The light then shaped itself into another healer..
It was his love..
At this moment I felt what he felt..
We help build a machine a sort of gate to bring his lost love back..
The gate could only be bulit by us for him..
A race had to unite and work together without conflict..
A sort of final expression to a formula to complex for us to understand..
They became colors we had never seen as they held eachother..
The entire mountain machine mankind had bulit for them begin to shine..
It then flashed and vanished all at once..
They are going home..
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Sublime wildflower.
I cut deep into my soul to derive words to describe the constellations you built inside my dark matter,
Inside the cave I bulit with insecurities and lustful thoughts of nights I thought would never exist
You delved into places I never knew existed, places I never knew my existence could ever fathom, you entered with nothing but subtle words and
your story
My life will forever drown in gratitide until my body finally lowers to the beautiful dark ocean floor you created within me.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
My nothingness is constant .Indifference;insecurityI'm a mindless robot .I found happiness,but my happiness makes me miserable .My boredomis a constant reminderof the same ol' day in and day outI'm unable to handleall of the things that make people entertained .I need something Exciting .my tolerance is bulit upthat I need a bigger rush .Something that would terrify the average person .Something that would make you holler .Im destined to failure .We're all destined to be Dead .
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 12:39 PM UTC
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew us
Our dynamics
Our interplay
The trust we bulit
A rapport we shared
That unspoken understanding
Our guards were up
We feared letting each other in
Our sullen hearts and tired eyes
Could not fathom affection
I may not be ready
And, suffice to say, it's mutual
But this is me letting go
Of my untimely inhibitions
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
I dewelled on the thought of trying to fix the broken pieces
of this shattered frame that was once filled with the rise of what was holy,
I noticed a pattern,
an undeniable repetitional cycle of never endings,
I believed in fairy tales, I believed in anything,
the innocents I had was what lured me into believing anything,
That's how you ****** me in so quickly, without a breath taken in
It was at firts sight or first interaction , not even snow had fallen yet
and you had already began to wrap me around your ring finger,
You bulit me up to these plans of the unknown future, between the two
"but I still haven't held hands yet",
Brainwashing thoughts of uncanny marriage and birth, *********** and labor,
but my lips are still ******
A different standard of what was right, morals of "love and hate",
but I still didn't understand the meaning of love or what it is "or was"
Beause of the ignorances I regret every part of me,
that lead me into this blief of magical fairy tales,
But it took every part of me to realize my beliefs were taken away,
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
And if I didn’t spill my mind all over your surface
I’d probably go insane with these thoughts racing through my brain
This pencil perfectly transcribes all I decide must leave my conscience…
Meaning, “I can’t get you out of my head” because you plague my train of thought
While through your eyes I’ve become quite transparent
Well so be it, again, I don’t ask for much but a place to release these stranded emotions
a place where it all can be put down,
erased, and bulit up and reconstructed with some time
maybe here and there I'll put in a little ryhme
and then, maybe then, I'll gain a peace of mind...
So in time I’ll heal I just need a constant dosage of my remedy,
Just a case of insanity,
Poetry
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
I try and not make it too obivious but I’m doing too well of a job
I found I’ve bulit a line between us
Lets blur this line
I must be deprived of good conversation, you seem to ignore what we have between us with out a second glance
I dressed up for you did you even notice? I thought I caught your eye the last time I wore this dress with this smile
I catch your glance as you pass
I grow tired of these glances and want a full on look
I can’t stand to waste your smiles so I keep them in me all day
Your laugh could fill a stadium, I’m dying to keep it that way
Your eyes put mine to shame but I wouldn’t have it any other way
I don’t want to spell it out
I want you to find me on your own
I fear this want will turn into a need
I’m scared you may be too good for me
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
We know the players.
Or the so called womanizers.
With the various females lovers.
So you have to respect the couples with fifty years of love.
Just take a look at those that respect them.
Many want a marriage similar to them.
Except they afraid of the price you have to pay.
Through trials and tribulations.
You must struugle on.
A unlove affair doesn't last long.
While fity years of love folks.
Can advise you of ways to get along.
Players, womanizers we can easily critique.
But many women loves playing these foolish games.
Then have too many broken hearts from the affair.
Just to have a little taste of love.
That doesn't mean a thing.
Except notice the couples that celebrate fifty years.
It's because they realize the strength of love bulit between them.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:43 AM UTC
When we got married people said it would never last because we where so diffreant.but how wrong they where you and me have been throught everything.we have laughed and cried together and felt each others pain and heartache.yet nothing has changed between us i love you more than ever.
We had a dream we had a wish we made it happen we bulit a life together.we have two beautiful little boys that are so happy and loved in every way.there was always someone who had to tell us what they thought it was easy not listen.letting the mind wander while they talked.
Theres been highs and lows good and bad times ups and downs twists and turns.it felt like one big long never ending roller coster which didnt stop.not leting you catch your breath or stop it to think for a second.
Looking back on everything that has happen we did everything that we wanted.we never listen to any one we lived the life we wanted we did the things our hearts desired.every line crossed taught us some thing new.we have seen it all in so many ways we did it our way and we are still happy in love and married.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
The only one of ones that belongs to you.
I'm yours.
The one truest soul in love with you.
I'm yours.
Stop!
Pay attention, my love.
Romeo had Juliet to his very end.
Except our love isn't bulit around tragic events.
Wait!
Pay close attention.
To these words I speak.
Having you in my life.
Means the whole world to me.
I'm yours.
And no other one.
Listen!
To be alone.
Means you're comfortable without a mate.
To be in love.
Means you understands your heart can't wait to love.
I'm yours.
This moment.
This day.
And forever more.
I'm yours.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
I’ve never been in love
But I know that one day I’ll be enough.
You won’t go, you won’t leave, you’ll stay here with me
And my heart will finally have a home.
All the walls that I’ve bulit will come crumbling down and
I’ll be always yours, to have and to hold, forever until we grow old.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
A piece of fragile glass,
Coated at the back with a compound of Chemistry.
Borns a mirror without a mess;
Beautifully decorated like a tapestry!
Round and square, big and small,
Carved with precision or life added with colours mix.
Cheap or with prices tower tall;
Shiny items keep customers in a fix!
Rome wasn't bulit in a day,
So were these wonderful things.
Creator's a Roman, the books say;
Creator's an amazing mind, in my mind it rings!
A pool of still water, then the fire,
Then came metals with some lustre;
Smooth glasses back-coated with metals was in fashion then, Sire.
Winner of the feat was none but silver with a remarkable posture!
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC