"bullshits" poems
For all the ********* I have given
sometimes, I realized;
I’ve never been a good person to you,
but still you stood with me
against all the odds,
still you held my arms
when I’m about to kiss the ground,
still you never left me hanging,
never allowed my questions unanswered,
still you tried to understand my personality
as other people don’t.
I followed all your rules and commands,
I followed every step you were making,
perhaps, now is the time
to discover myself on my own way;
I listened every moment to your words
but please,
can I lend also your ears?
Unraveling the inner reason why I was born
but indeed I’m thankful , I found
an exquisite love from both of you ―
my parents.
Thank you for letting me
embrace the beauty of nature,
for letting me perceive the world,
and for letting me wander
beneath the pouring rain
(I learnt the lessons then).
Thank you for scolding me,
for giving me pieces of advice,
for the care,
for every sweat you tasted
(from sun-up to sun-down)
in order for us to experience things
that some could not
(I appreciate it like rain),
thank you for everything,
Mama and Papa.
I’m not used to, of saying
“I love you”, “Thank you”
and “I’m sorry” in front
of your eyes, but it
doesn’t mean that I don’t consider
these thoughts in my heart,
it doesn’t mean that these phrases
have never been at the corner of my mind.
You may not know, but as I’m breaking free
from my childhood stories and fantasies,
I’m also losing my strength, for I know
your presence is not permanent.
But Mama and Papa, I’m begging God
to bestow upon me enough time to show how
much I love you; how much
I need you both
in my hardest
battle, and in my greatest loss.
It’s been years that were already in memories;
still you don’t recognize that I write,
that whenever I can hold my pen
I can’t resist the art of poetry,
yet I hope you will find
this poem I made before you depart.
I’m sending all my hugs and kisses
inside this treasure,
I may hate you sometimes
the way you talk to me ―
when I encountered mistakes;
but it’s only mild,
because you can understand me
as other people can’t.
Sincerely yours,
your child
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC
Life is nothing more than madness.
Probably there is no karma, no right, no wrong.
It's all a bunch of mechanic or random probabilities fighting against emotions, which are simply chemical reactions happening in our brain. Often good people get bad things, bad people get good things.
Simple: no meaning, no reasons.
We have these curious habits to give life some meaning just because we want some sort of reward for our efforts.
We put effort in things because inside and deeper each one of us is a dreamer, even the most skeptical man on earth.
But we should go through madness first, to get rid of our inner-fake-dreamer, to unlearn the ********* we have been told from birth and to re-learn how to dream properly, with the help of a less magic but different truth.
If we decide to go through madness we need to know we may not come out sane from it, and sometime we will have left just that little bit to keep going and survive. If we succeed we will understand that there is nothing to win, nothing to lose, that is all about perception and everything is a cyclic succession of experiences to use wisely.
- Manuela Camporaso
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
You have no idea
of how poetic it is
to eat a great load of junk food
while thinking about life.
---
I once tried to
keep a healthy lifestyle ---
eat an apple a day
avoid junk food
wake up early
shower two times a day
know my limit of caffeine
go out with friends
listen to popular music
live as a teen
and other ********* ---
in case I live long.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
"MIXED FEELING."
The saints
are always
crook: why.?
They have
none tolerance for ********* Yes
believe me
they don't,
even Christ
Jesus didn't. Nonetheless
though He
quoted "When your
right cheek
is slapped turn
the left side."
that's no ******** it's
what make
a Saint. But
He hesitated
not to chase the Merchandise
out the
Lord's temple.
********* are: like, sometimes where positivity is
anticipated finding negativity there
right is
the biggest
******** in the
whole wide
crazy world.
Full of
crazy thangz, crazy people living crazy lifestyle. Wide
life, out
the jungle,
homicides, massacre Wonder why we breathing, when
we living to
die. Or I'm
high? (Sigh)
when will the
world halt being ridiculously
crazy. Said
they he's
zany. Plagued
the sages
mad. However
sages are the
last hopes
to heal
the world.
Corona-virus
army, enemy
agent of segregation. What right have
you to black
me, who am
I to white
a brother. ?
When we
looked just
the same, being humanbeing.
How to become
human, Auth-positive thinking faculty, creativity,
optimism build only, nothang but
possibility. Innovation, inspiration,
motivation.
Here rode
time on the
road to glory
is there any future anywhere.? if
there ever is
a time for
everythang
le' me use
mine now. I
was told
the future
is now, I
wanna live
it unfolding
my pages
stepping the
stair cases,
roller coaster,
fortune searching
I
ride slow,
nonetheless
I gets heading
I should rush
not, yet
on steadily.
#C9_fm
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
Love every inch
Love ever curve and scar
Love the body that carries your soul
The soul that thinks there should be a goal,
a goal to be perfect
Because the World has told it so
They say you're too skinny
Then they tell you you're fat
Your mind wants to blow
What have we done to our world though?
Why want us to suffer mentally?
living up to societies expectations
Fake photos, and photoshopped *********
Why make us all follow their fake idea of perfection?
I am more than just what meets the eyes,
No one else has my skin, my body, my hair, my mind and me all together
I'm unique as I am
I will ignore their definitions of "beautiful",
Not going to hide under pounds of makeup,
Not going to hate myself for not looking more like them,
and not going to hide from the world
I WILL BE BOLD AND GO,
Let them all see who i want to BE, instead of the mask they wanted to see
The mask covering up the real ME
I will stand up straight,
I will keep my head up high,
For me and all of society
Praying one day, this will all be over with
That we will stop defining "beauty"
I will fight for our right,
Our right to live as how we are made
No more being afraid
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
Earphones and music on, world off
Every time they'll blame me on things, every time I see them coming
Trying not to cry, thinking if they'd be fine if i'm gone.
Tired of this *********
my music is so loud
Not hearing what they're trying to say,
I don't even care anymore
Listening to my type of songs,
having perfect happiness
Just leave me alone,
I'm doing my best not to cuss.
I'm here at my bed, tugging at my blanket.
Not minding these people surrounding me.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
You still tolerating me?
Tolerating these *********
If yes,
Tell me,
Are you a fake-ist?
A **** ist?
Or
A Feminist?
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
I saw this world as a beautiful place,
one that welcomes me everyday,
but apparently that's not the case,
cause nobody will ever have their say.
Parents, oh no, not those terms,
because it definitely does not suit them,
instead they abuse and neglect,
to their child they'll only wreck.
Let's not forget those childish harassment,
that people in general gives to others,
also the society with errors of judgement,
which lead to many trails of ashes.
And just as I remembered what I've left out,
is the ********* of what we named 'grown-ups',
their conservative talks that they shout,
shutting out imperfect ones that drowns in tubs.
Humanity? What loads of *******
naming beings that they refuse to acknowledge 'monster',
how ironic and may I say snobbish?
when beings of their own kind they will slaughter.
*Rejecting, exterminating, stigmatizing and resenting,
huh, monster, they say.*
Heading next to the well-known bully,
this cycle will never ever cease to exist,
cause for generations it will always sully,
this immature charade that'll seem to persist.
And you ask for me to be positive,
when I live in this world filled with negatives,
it's fine if you wanna be all judgemental,
cause I'll say you're obviously mental.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
If once in your life you come across a beautiful flower,
Don't pick it up,
It'll die.
At first, the flower might dance in the wind;
Happy, with its face beaming brightly.
It might even say, "I'm so glad you plucked me from that boring bush."
You take the flower home,
Learn its name.
You do all sorts of things together;
And you ask yourself how on earth you even lived,
Without this flower to liven you up;
How did you even manage to push through,
Devoid of a companion to boost you up.
You suddenly feel so light like floating, you wonder why.
Then, the flower makes you realize,
How sometimes, emptiness can be heavy too.
And that you’ve bottled too much emptiness for so long now.
But you picked the flower.
One at a time, its petals would slowly fall
“When you pick a beautiful flower, it dies.”
Once you realize this,It's too late.
The flower might survive a couple more days,
If you place it in water;
But this won't stop the unavoidable.
It won’t save it;
It won't prevent it from succumbing to its painful death.
You’ll place it gently on the ground.
Tell it you’re sorry over and over again.
But, at this time, it’s had enough of your *********
It has gotten tired of hearing how sorry you are all the time.
It’ll tell you how lazy you are,
Because all you do is stay inside your ******* cave.
It’ll tell you how you are never contented,
You say, the flower takes the stress away.
But here you are, still stressed with ******* life.
It’ll tell you you’re too weak,
Because you can’t lift yourself up with all this hate behind you;
You always fall on your knees and learned to walk with them instead.
The flower will tell you that all you did was hurt it.
From the moment you cut it from its stem,
To plucking the unwanted leaves it had.
It’ll tell you how drained it became when you snatched it,
That it can no longer smile like it used to,
And that you should carry the emptiness again;
This time, all by yourself.
The flower withers.
So if once in your life you come across a beautiful flower,
Don’t **** it.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
We are not dating
and
I don't like you.
You are one of my friends, and I love you as friend.
I saw your brown eyes in many ways:
when they're blue, I set your mood to red.
Setting fire so we could burn the whole blue horizon.
When they're grey, I laughed a lil bit because your idea of everything.
Listening to our dream and dancing till the day comes.
When they're brown, we went to our own world.
You were the king and i was the queen, ruling our kingdom and executing our sadness.
man, those were the days we looked at each others and said some *********
then, the day came and we took different paths.
soon, I'll see you sit beside me, cheering the moment from our thrones.
As friend.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
I used to think forgiveness and forgetting are *********
Until I know what it is like to actually forgive;
My heart was full of anger
and disappointment
and every muscle in me contracts and relax
trying to calm myself
my eyes would not stop releasing tears.
So I sat and try to think of the memories
I NEED TO STOP
I told myself
I remembered every memory and think of it as a phase in life
I NEED TO OPEN A NEW CHAPTER
My tears left my eyes again
my heart clench at these memories
I smiled, I cried
I NEED TO MOVE ON
I wrote everything that my heart could not content
I wrote everything
Until I fell asleep.
I NEED TO FORGIVE
When I woke up
I stare at the living device that used to greet me with happiness
I stared at it for so long
I went insane.
I laughed, thinking of all the things he did
and
I forgave.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
It’s 4:20
I’m with my B bros,
Blunt and ****
Faded as hell,
High life.
Its nightfall,
I’m popping up em bottles,
Inhaling the good *****
Exhaling the *********
Floating ocean high,
People say it’s a crutch,
Well, crutches help people walk,
I can’t erase it,
I can’t stop it,
No one to blame,
Life is meant to be lived,
100% agreeable,
Don’t judge me,
It’s my choice,
Hope they understand,
Let em fools talk,
Talk is free,
Experience is what you get,
When you don’t stop trying,
Life is full of imperfections,
There’s no other way to be perfect,
Hold on, wait a minute,
I see *** holes,
They aren't playing any roles,
Veins are pumping,
Eyes are dilated,
Anxieties are high on the level
Modesties, lofty on the average,
One shouldn't be afraid to be different.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
"THROUGH _ALL THE_ *********
*_whenever it feels so tiring, when it seems the world is smashing down after a cloudburst, of course even through all the *********
_Let courage uphold. The ability to sustain negative effects is bravery._ honesty and integrity, _loyalty delivers from slavery._
When we can't get moving, we get growing.
#c9_fm
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 4:37 AM UTC
**there stood the plaintiff
her eyes were filled with grief
she struggled to speak
too tired, too weak**
*o, believe me
judge and jury
hear out my plea
hear out my story
that man is a criminal!
he is worse than an animal!
he is guilty of robbery
he stole my heart with the threat of leaving me
he is guilty of fraud
a sly scoundrel we must all applaud
he is the master of fabrication
he has an outstanding skill in deception
he fed me with all the ********* he devised
with the most convincing lines and perfect lies
that man is a killer
he is guilty of ******
he did not use any weapon
but his words are poison
more lethal than a gun
more damage done
it did not pierced my skin but it crushed my soul
left my heart with a sempiternal hole
it was worse than the sharpest knife
i may still breathe but believe me, he took my life*
**and so came the lawyer
he stood for the defendant's answer**
*he is not guilty of robbery
you gave your heart willingly
knowingly and voluntarily
he is not guilty of any form of deception
you were a fool from your own volition
you chose to believe
you were willing to be deceived
you knew the lies he always say
but you believed it anyway
this was neither a case of ******
it was not the fault of your lover
it was suicide
for you had the power to decide
you could just walk away
but you always chose to stay
you had the power
to leave your lover
to find another
you knew better
you are aware of love's diabolical scheme
you are a willing victim
o, believe me
judge and jury
won't you take my side?
isn't it love is a form of suicide?*
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
People have something
that brings, buries me down
in centuries
but never brought up for a fight
to my face
nor had taken a fall
for me
When is it became so easy to
just neglect us,
pretty abominated, ripped off, and abandoned
-perished
and utterly left to be
lingering amongst the deadly spirits.
In the realm of intellect,
what pours us into the integrity of a reason?
The true hallmark of unorthodox
has given to the appealing, only
to unleash the underside of themselves
to be intended.
Passive communication can
never be infinite lively.
What can be more flexible to round up
the whole taxable force than its function, to
barricade it?
The cunning grins on every rooms;
a calm melody in the midst of
stormy weather opens new insights and finds out
a balance to the loads of *********
in outside world.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
The problem with people nowadays
Is they demand too much
a dollar and a daydream nowadays is never enough
Everyone wants to be ******* rich
but they just sit around looking at trees
How the **** can that happen
I see virgins wishing they were ******
But when in the moment, chicken out
If that wasn't enough to **** things up
Then why do you want it?
Why do you want something you're not sure of?
Why do I want you?
With all your blasphemies and *********
From day till night
I ******* want you
My mind is set on pursuing you
but nowadays, that's not enough
wanting you will never be the same as having you
I will even take a bullet for you
but that ******** will never be enough
To win you over
Nothing is ever enough
Not even the universe
There is such thing called
Man's never-ending need for perfection
How irritating
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Girl,
Angels do not have wings
Demons do not have tails
What they told us
Are plain *********
We,
otherworldly creatures,
Are larger than the streets we've roamed
Are greater than the books we've read
Are deeper than the oceans we've swallowed
Are longer than the nights we've sojourned
Are scarier than the monsters in our head
Are vaster than all stories
and possibilities
and gloriousness combined.
So tell me, girl,
who needs wings and tails
and a god that fails
When we're grander
Than life itself?
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
If these hands could talk
They'd tell you
How many times
They wiped my tears away
Each time you broke my heart
If these eyes could talk
They'd tell you
How many litres of tears, shed
Wasted for crying over you
If this mouth could talk
It would tell you
How many words
I've spoken to you
To beg for your attention
Craving for your love
Wanted you to come back
If only this heart could talk
It would tell you
How sick and tired it is
For all these
Never ending *********
And it would tell you
Why does it still love you
Eventhough you are the one
Who keep break it into thousands pieces
And it would tell you
Why does it still forgive you
Though it knows
You don't deserve it at all.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
"I love you,
please don't leave me.",
he said.
I smiled.
I reply nothing.
For all my life,
I used to be that someone that said,
"I love you too."
"it's always been you."
I once to be that person who gave those empty words,
as I live happily after they left me.
I didn't see the need of giving those *********
to you;
as you are the one I care about.
I cannot lie to you;
& to myself.
But, I promise you,
for sure;
when I do really love you.
& I do really want to live my life with you in it,
Every day.
I'll let you know.
-
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
Woke up in my bed again, alone again, so many thoughts going through my head, "Work is for life" is that what I said, of course it is I love this music with a pledge, if ********* what your feeding me then I'm well fed, you look a little lost or maybe your scared, but I don't think you understand me, the last thing on my minds a grammy, oh what's wrong you mad at me, you sad to see, that instead of you I'll always choose family.
Walk up to the microphone
Open myself to this crowd
I see myself as a child
But they can't tell I've got my head in the clouds.
But thanks to you I've created my own style, rapping about things that have made me cry, I've worked so much I've crushed my mind, you leave me on the grind and I'll leave it all behind... but I am not the one you want to **** with, I come to the show with my gold out, thongs out, I'm in the zone now, zoned out, my sound, with my hands bound, in my hometown, that's all I've got now, but there you go, I know it's not the real you but don't get me wrong I feel you and with that look in your eyes saying they know.
Walk up to the microphone
Open myself to this crowd
I see myself as a child
But they can't tell I've got my head in the clouds.
You've got to understand that what they say, "It cant be that hard" and "it's about word play", if that's how they see it then it's time to stay away, and for all the **** the people are saying, all the fees I'm paying, looking for the same product in a different place, they think this is easy, I'm going at my own pace, how can they know how hard I've worked for this, you expect me to stand with the fans of God who keep taking the **** y'all wanna join me but I just can't do it, I'd rather be myself, feel how I feel and take no **** so let's take a step back, I can sense it, rules don't apply for me, no side chicks, I'd take everything for myself and with the look in my eyes saying that I made it......
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
I was in love with the way he tells me about you,
Like your name is caressed before it leaves his mouth.
I keep repeating his voice in my head,
Thinking it was me he was talking about.
I was in love with the way he sings for you,
Like you were always the only woman left on earth.
I keep replaying how he recklessly strums the guitar,
Pretending I didn't hear my heart hurt.
I was in love with the way he melts you with his stare,
Like you were the only one there for him.
I keep reliving how he looks at you,
Imagining someday he'll look at me like that too.
I was in love with his words,
Like you were the only story to reveal.
I keep recalling how he described you like a drug,
Anticipating that he'd realize he's too good for you.
I was in love with the way he holds your hands,
Like they were the most precious things left in the world.
I keep remembering your fingers were always interlocked,
Hoping he will soon let go.
I am sorry I loved him,
I am sorry I still envy you.
Because no matter how many times I tell myself ********* on how much I am better than you,
I cannot forget the vision of you holding and kissing each other too easily,
I never came any closer on erasing how your bodies perfectly fit each other.
I
Never
Came
Any
Closer.
But forgive me,
I never knew how to unlove.
I never knew how to forget.
I never knew how to kiss..
The past good bye.
It's not for me to ask,
But please give him the love he needs,
The love he wants,
The love he deserves,
The love he desires.
Love him more than he loves you.
Love him for me.
Please.
Because I will never have the chance.
Because I will never come closer.
Because he will never let me.
Because it's always you.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
I've been swallowing the bitterness & *********
what could be more bitter?
My heart has been broken multiple times,
what could be more painful than that?
I've been tricked on,
lied on,
betrayed on..
It is life.
One thing people should remember,
at the end of the day, all you got is yourself,
No one should & no one would ever help you.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
Color me in red
or in saffron, to be precise
and bathe me in green
if you think that is wise.
Hand me the crux and tell me
this will show me "THE WAY"
and feed me the gospels
so that I would preach what you say.
Shallow my conscience
Take all the time that you need
use the best of your men
and turn me into one of "THE CREED".
If you inculcate slightest of doubt
over your training expertise
you may start over and over again
I have the patience of cheddar cheese.
Once you think
you are done with the task
you may test my learning
any questions, you may ask.
For all your questions
I have one single reply
to whomsoever, it may concern
with these ********* I cannot comply.
For all your lessons are so dud
they don't reach to my soul
while I am a raptor, the king of the sky
you wish me to be a fish in a bowl.
Now that you have used your chance
to get inside my head and wipe it out
and paint it with the haloed monstrosity
since you've failed, please don't shout.
I need to be somewhere,
I think is more crucial and prime
you have disappointed me miserably
I was expecting some wisdom simple and sublime.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC