"carring" poems
*she was a very bright girl
4 years old, pigetails laughing, smiling thinking the old kids were really cool.
she was happy
7 years old, one braid in each side always smiling noticing how the big kids put on a new layer of make up at lunch time.
she was smiling
10 years old, her big curly hair hanging loose she lost all her friend but she was a strong girl so she smiled even when they called her ugly or fat.
she was never making eyecontact
12 years old straight hair looking at the ground all the time barely ever talking, ignoring the kids calling her fat, ugly but it still hurt her.
she was never talking, never smiling and never taking out her head phones
14 years old, hair in a pony tail, having to redo her makeup at lunch time cause she cried of everthing while she sat in her locker she could easily fit there since she had been starving herself.
she had scars and cuts on her arms and legs
15 years old, she stopped carring she was wearing short sleeves hair hanging loose again straightened but teased, the kids called her attention ***** and pushed her around like a ball.
it's her birthday
today she would have turned 15 but she's not here anymore, she took a choice and left this world too early she wasn't supposed to be happy... not in this place, but she's somewhere else now somewhere better
everybody is sad that she left this early, but they didn't belive her when she told she wanted to leave...*
(c.m.h)
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
you float like an enchanted nebula in my mind,
pass like the clouds inside my veins,
are the easiness of breathing in my dreams
you forget me for millions of seconds in the imaginary time
you are more real than reality itself in your spontaneous combustions
so that I destroy you each day inside my bones,
I ignite the narrative of dawn, the blueness of your ribs
I forget about you like I forget crying in the aliveness of lovers
I need to forget you like one forgets faraway explosions, storms and miracles because I love you with all the songs of the wind,
the wind that spreads the seeds further away from each other the same way the flow of mystery so precise is carring us further and further away towards ourselves
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 6:53 AM UTC
I watch the moon with 1 million problems on my mind
I watch the moon and too my problems I'm blind
I watch the moon every single night
I watch the moon because it' was here when she left me
I watch the moon when the worlds on my shoulders and feels to heavy
I watch the moon the whole time we made love
I watched the moon when I got the text saying your carring my child
I watch the moon y'all left my life
I watched the moon when I seen you took both of your life's
I watched the moon when I lost my future child and wife
Now the only reason why I watch the moon is because I lost my mind
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
enduring the urban winter
daring the day uncovered
by way of a chaos of crows
pulling on the weather
breaking from their perches
crooking their feathered hinges
and 'carring' up the first subtle wash of light
they lift and clump to make a short migration
from the city to...? [shrug]
their flight pattern seems more of a 'wit' or a 'prank'
than a 'murder'
the sun machines to complete its horizon
tugged by the last departing birds
returning in the afternoon
with the full light provided
and messy winds to charge them
like malicious children from the playground gate
fed and joy fighting at their hierarchy
whilst in an unbattened flight
back into the city
in summer it will be the gulls
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 11:05 AM UTC
Carring and sweet
Homely and outgoing
Radiant smile
Intriguing and perceptive
Strong and loving
Trustworthy to a fault
Incredible and unbelievable
Natural beauty, inside and out
A magnificent soul, and heart to match.
Mesmerizing eyes
Youthful, playfull stares
Loveable
One of a kind
Vibrant personality
Everything I could ever want and more.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
I run as much as I could from you, I knew you would come sooner or later you'd look for me , you did.
We try ,tried to stop but clocks kept on ticking; time couldn't forget or forgive.
I said no. I am not going with you , but we danced... & I ran again but you came after me asking me to stay I kept on walking, pretend I didn't heard then you hold my hand , so I turn back again.
We went to take some fresh air , I needed to think and believe I wouldn't do it again...
In my messy head thoughts fighting my past feelings ,out of nowhere you swept me off my feet, carring me and spinning arround like a time machine. You put me down and said this words: " I am right here , I came for you , and I am not going anywhere ´cuz here I am"
-I looked down feeling impassive - as if I were in a surreal world.
He took my face and said no tears allowed, tho i wasn't cryng .
We went away and forget the world then we revive dead past feelings and gave our souls some joy.
I was touching you , you said no . "Not like that , don't touch me like this as if it were the last time because it won't be." I stare in silence and you took my body with love and pain .We are drawn to each other that's what fate was trying to say.
Rolling one, the room was full with smoke and I saw the galaxy in a motel's roof , you held my hand and hold me tight but I wasn't there it was too late, the moon I couldn´t take .This song was playing in the middle of it "you are everything I love , you are ,my deepest thought that's what you are , I am who loves you the most that's who I am , who will give his life for you that's who I am , I am here right next to you and i am waiting here until the end you can't imagine how much i've waited for you because you are what I love the most that's what you are"
Soul back into my body , nirvana was that moment I am sure. But I am sorry it was morning so I ran again away for good.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
sunshine lingers land
over receding tides
seashells on the sand
carring the ocean within
with a warm gentle touch
there silent whispers unfold
held to my ear I listen
as a beautiful story is told
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
There are demons among us, angels in disguse..
We dont know the difference, they all came from the sky..
but we all walk on earth, heads up in the clouds...
Would you know his vocie, if he was screaming out loud...
Or do we think he's paper, materialistic dreams...
money making favors, thats just what it seems...
These demon playing angels, catch you with there schemes...
Tell You that happiness, is found in all these things..
Gravitate to the lavish life, cuz that weights stronger....
and let go of the free fall, into a deeper hunger...
So we over eat, indulge, and over treat...
Not carring bout the brother you left hungry on the street..
forget about his need...
He waisted his own life,we live a different type of greed...
Cuz we only care about ourselves...
Responsiblity,hahaha put my kids up on the shelves...
Thats what my father did....
So I'll follow in his foots steps,not the ones mommy lived...
Thats alright we say,thats alight...
A way for you to cope,with the things that wasn't right...
The lavish livng life, the one this money gave...
The one I'll never get, but ill keep tryin to the grave...
Wheres the mind set,where is the heart in that...
Do you ever remember your mission, it wasn't about that...
You were sent to save the world..
all my boys and girls...
But if money is all you breathe, then you'll never believe...
And The whole world is lost in your greed...
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 9:54 AM UTC
Oh, I'm so sorry,
I like giving gifts to you.
I'm so sorry,
that sometimes I drive to fast.
I'm so sorry,
that sometimes your jokes are to harsh.
I'm so sorry,
that I make you mad
by going to concerts.
I'm so sorry
that you don't like my over carring-ness.
I'm so sorry
I love you with all my heart.
I'm so sorry,
I dont wear make-up
I'm so sorry
I am different than you,
I wasn't raised like you,
I wasn't taught like you,
I'm not quick like you,
But if I was you,
I would love me,
Just how I was.
And I would,
Keep my dreams big,
and my worries small.
And sometimes I would even make
important things seem important, and fun.
I wouldn't ruin my good days,
and I would hold you when you cried,
instead of telling you to stop.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
And so the creature spoke.
So beautifully clever he was,
So willingly and undocile.
Carring within a death body
and a beating heart.
And so the creature talked.
So pleasent his voice was,
So smooth and vile.
He was aiming so hard,
for the love to have.
And so the creature waited.
Screaming and hating
for his creator, making.
And so, she suddenly raised,
So demonly enlighted
So deliciously enchanted.
And although he wanted her
She will ever hate it.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
She walked in her world
On a ground of cloth
She felt stable
And was very well off
This girl was curious
And liked to tease out the strings
Not carring that her pulling
Was messing with things
The girl grew older
And pulled out more strings faster
The holes forming in the fabric
Seemed to fly past her
Once she knew what was happening
She felt fear and dread
What once was strong fabric
Was now a spider's web
And though she valued
The knowledge she gained
The new veiw of frail heights
Put her mind under strain
She wondered which was better,
Scratching her head:
To walk on unteased cloth
Or a thoroughly pulled web
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
Trails of blood,
Enclosed containers,
Riots on the street,
Resonating slowly in different cities and countries,
Overt terror,
Rapidly spreading,
Igniting flames on buses and buildings,
Scarring hearts of people,
Massacres in huge numbers.
Terminating innocence and replacing them with ****** flesh,
Orating words so full of pride and hate,
Daggers and guns being used mercilessly,
Assaulting the peace treaty,
Yet they seem to be happy.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
I can see the road ahead of me. I try to make adjustments so I can be ready. I breathe slower to get a fast beating heart steady.
The rocks slide sweeping the ground from beneath me; carring me over a tune in the pattering of my fingers.
The water in the poison dollutes the pain from the stingers.
The pace of the tone hits a pause followed by pounding of the keys dangaling from theyre stringers.
I am unequivacly astonished by the clarity of my sight in the breath of the moments leading after. My body tenses up. After all who could be prepared for this fall. I am getting to the point. Im not trying to pad the time or trying to stall.
I have came so far. So I can again. But this is not some story..My life could seriously end. I go back and forth until I come back to the moment that lead me to where and when.
Head first, I going over the deep end. I am tip towing over the glass shards of where I began.
Flashes of memories and aspiration from yearning within. Zero to sixty taking my second, third and fourth chances over and failing again.
Suspended in the air and this is what I bargain with.
The moment ends and all the noise and stimulation comes to a sudden end. I notice I am still in my car on the shoulder with hazards blinking. Did I black out again?
The road ahead me washes away collapsing to a crack several feet away.
I am still here.
Where do I even begin?
-RSC
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free
I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace
The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord
Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate
My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words
The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain
The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me
The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle
My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin
The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day
That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target
It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself
I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts
I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles
I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care
The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box
That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental
I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing
If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit
We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me
I am loosing to my angry god
;
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Hands of love caress with carring certainty.
Eyes of lust linger on languished lips
Hearts of Hearts exist infinitly
Lost, lovers joined at the hips.
Do I feel
My nights afflicted by insomnia
Is it real
amor vincit omnia
July a cold month, in loving embrace
The nights march forward
In a loving rat race
Care for me, never leave me
She says so sweet
Once in hazy humidity
And our souls are complete
No, this is not me
Lost in blonde sheaves
This is her
Fearing I'll leave
The road I yearn for
Set out before me
The out door
Sets me free
Hand me The parting glass
Hand me the the last of the whisky
Cheap one drank cold and fast
One born Larceny
Tethered together
Me and the pavement
No time for forever
No time for enslavement
No time to affectionately embrace
None for love, idyllic, and family
No time for my future to be traced
None for domestic calamity
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
"Science and art are like arms and heart. So many accidents of meaning, art is in heart, and so is hear, ear, art as a form of heart hearing."
Michael Eigen
I didn't want to open that door
nevertheless life did it for me
residues of this old combustion
pits of rage you're carring
for their perfumed names
humiliation at every corner of the street
suspicion of the sunrise
I remember or maybe I dreamt it
two sons looking for their father
he chose other walls full of zest
holy days were a laughter
indiference for the son rise
how chalenging to be a man hiding vulnerability
there was no one to show you how to
keep the balance of seeing and feeling and forgetting
there was no one to show me my edges
for good Gods to dwell and feast on life unhindered
Apr 14, 2023
Apr 14, 2023 at 10:07 AM UTC
I was born to a collection of addicts and criminals!
I can only admit that I have more respect and courtesy then them.
I Promised myself that when I am to be a father I would quite.
My love is my life and she's carring my son.
But I'm on this **** again. What the **** is my problem.
I think I'm done till it's in my hands again.
Feelin like a worthless person, a selfish heathen
When I got **** I don't need speed.
But I can't sleep and I don't even wanna move.
Just watch tv and eat so I say to myself at least I'll accomplish somethin.
**** I'm broke and living outta others homes I don't think I'll ever give my child the proper life or a stable home.
I work my *** off and make good money but I can't keep any of it 4 ****
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
I left home one summer carring my weakness in my hands,
My feet grew fond of every journey,
As i held my face high above the sea i faced nothing but sorrow,
From that day my future slipped away,
I ploughed my tears in every piece of land,
For that i traded my death for another day,
For one could taste for one could never want onother,
But beneath my luck nothing was a success,
No rain felled and all my seeds were ripped from the ground,
A promiscuous soul lay low from the ground and death blooms from its body.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC