"certian" poems
Actions
Sometimes we listen to what others may say
And still we never change our ways
We think our actions wont hurt someone
But are actions cause harm in more ways then one
They say that they love us and ask us to change
We say that we hear them and then walk away
We think that our actions are ours all alone
Not knowing our actions can cut to the bone
Remember your actions may harm those you love
And push them away and make them give up
Love is not certian to have and to hold
True love will die if we let it go cold
Actions hurt feelings and cause deep scars within
Scars that stay with us although faded from skin
Some scars will heal and let us forgive
While others are lessons that we must re-live
Some actions define you and stay with you for life
Some actions forgiven and forgotten in time
Listen to others when they give advice
For changing your actions may change a life
Carl Joseph Roberts
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
I believe people can change. Anyone, in any time of their life can change, but only if they are willing. The problem lies in the fact that most people are not willing to change, they are, instead, trying to change you.
I have tried to reach through their mental barriers, but words only push so hard. I tried to show them videos, certian circumstances, I even took a stand against an entire community, risked relationships with people that I love, people who looked up to me, people that were important... But, I guess, not as important as the big picture I see.
They will always refuse to see my picture and rather show me theirs. I listened, I watched, I read, and I submerged myself in their world, and tried to see what they saw... And I still said "no".
So when I try to do the same, I am not even aloud to bring it up anymore, unless it's from their relm, because they are cowards. They want to believe, not take action. People are timid to bleed, to cry, to feel what another feels. The truth makes them cringe because they don't understand. They don't want to understand. So therefore it's wrong, or it's right, or it ceases to exist.
Change requires action.
I hope you're comfey in your chair.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
You can buy your way out of anything
In my supply you'll see I take everything
But in this poem I won't talk about pills
On my own, my dreams I fulfilled
Mesmerized by green paper at a young age
No surprise, planned to be a doctor by a certian age
I mean, I always wanted to help people
Until one day, I let a women turn me evil
So my personality obtained a sequel
No remorse, doing everything illegal
A different course, had to find my own kind
Now of course, the stock exchange was in my mind
Ever since she cheated on me
My main goal was to achieve luxury
Brown nosed those who I perceived under me
Clown nosed them as I put them under me
Now I'm at the very top
My name, can't even drop
Destroy my reputation?
Rather be a vegetation
Money is freedom
That saying, incredibly dumb
Have to write with a brown bag on my face
Drug addicted boss looks like a disgrace
Trapped behind golden bars
I wish I could say more
But all this...for that lame *****
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
on certian serendipitous days
I gather a glance through a golden window
of the tantalizing truth
THE ONLY REALITY IS THE ONE WE CREATE
elusively it avoids my grasp
flashing through my frantic fingers
realizing revalation I resolve
to let it land on my soul like a butterfly
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
its always sunrise
somewhere
things move in every atoms presence
tonal vibrations power through into tmorows
certian serenity
blissfull melodies
we die daily in our meditational cremation ground of minds past eye had been cast upon building up
or down
spiral, the.sine curve of life
respect the crecendos with ease
the patterns are flexible in form shape and mind
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
As I seem to age in years as the days pass by
I'm old enough to know true pain but still to young to die
if you want to know me I am very easy to find
just follow the little pieces of my heart I have left behind
time passes so quickly that it often becomes a blurr
all the things I believed were true but was never sure
I have a mind that will welcome you in, it's oh so comforting
my voice can soothe the harshest words, taking away thier sting
arms strong enough to carry you when you're too weak to walk
caring ears that will always listen when you want to talk
eyes that will look upon you with honest loving care
a warm inviting gaze, never a cold blank stare
I do not have all the answers to all the questions, though I wish i was so wise
just know what you see is the real me because I wear no disguise
please be certian I do not hold onto destiny with kid gloves
I except and embrace it tightly, it is one of my greatest loves
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 2:02 AM UTC
I guess this is it,
I guess its finally done.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised,
I knew I wasn't the one.
I don't know what I was expecting from you
I know I can't expect it to be me you choose.
All I know is I was certian I was ready to
start pushing you away,
and in this time you've found someone to fill in my absent space.
For the record with that I will never be okay.
It is what it is, and I must let you go,
I never wanted to loose you
I don't know why I hadn't already lost hope.
As time has moved on
from you there is no sound,
just the ticking of me,
I'm now a time bomb.
I'm small & short fused,
feeling like I gave you all my love
& you've taken it just to abuse.
As my fuse grows shorter'
you distance yourself further.
I feel like my feelings are nothing but ******
I can feel my self exploding
because I've held on for too long..
Suddley silence,
no more ticking, from me
the time bomb.
boom
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
They say when people leave your life
They continue to live in your heart
I guess that explains all the time I’ve spent clawing at this chest of mine
Tired to drown my problems
But those ******** learned how to swim
Ripped you off like a bandaid
But somehow your mark, remained there.
Scars
Scattered
From being touched by certian people
Let’s contrast
Let’s compare
I’m a very small thing existing in this very big world
And I don’t know if I can be alone much longer.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
I miss the feeling of your cheeks next to mine.
The wretchedness of the events before us, was what makes us yearn for each other,
But old memories hold us back like the universe holds it's mysteries.
Close to the chest, towards the heart
Because that's the only place it may seem safe.
Oh no, don't let anyone see your memory cards in this poker game of life
And even with this near certian thing in hand,
We're afraid to risk it all and go all in.
Because we once, both almost did.
And the other person, indeed, actually had a better hand and beat you, beat me too
So ****** up from seeing a near certian chance at a win crumble in front of your eyes
I don't blame you for being more hesitant to play another hand
I don't blame you for thinking leaving the table might be the best idea
Or leaving the casino all together.
Because I thought that too,
I left the table, but I didnt leave the casino
I walked around, maybe played some slots
But I saw the glistening cards fly around the table,
Being played by others,
It made me miss holding those cards again
So walked back to the table and sat down again
I hope you could join me in this seat right next to me
And possibly get lucky and we both win
Or if anything, just split the *** with eachother and go along with this game.
This game of gambling.
This game of poker.
This game of life.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
"Certian people remember certain things from the past e.g. perfume or smell, voice, face, place etc. A person can truly say that they have moved on when that person passes by something or someone which before they would have stopped and smelled a certain perfume, have recognised a certain face or recognised a voice, or recognised a certain place, then that person at that moment will pass by and not recognise a single thing of the past, then that person can truly say that they have moved on, because they have simply forgotten."
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
No one knows me
I hide behind shadows
the real me is never showing
and whenever I want to give people a glimpse
they say im not acting like 'me' today
What they really mean is
I''m not acting like they want me to act
I'm not 'acting black'
and im not like they want me to be
and I don't wanna change anything
I like not being real
Then I don't have to feel
I can stand back and watch my life
like a 2-hour movie
Around certian friends I'm cool
but that is only one part of me
I show people diffrent parts of me
and they all know a diffrent me
And im so caught up in all of these personalities
I dont know who I am anymore
I dont have a plan anymore
I dont have a me anymore
I am just a narrator
Watching the characters of my life
watching the diffrent me's roam around and smiling bright
yet im not there
nothing behind my smiles its not that i dont care
its the fact that I AM NOT THERE
Who I am
I don't know anymore
my real personality got lost in the world
and I don't know if I can find it
I don't know If i can look in the mirror and see one person
I don't even know if it is really me looking
I don't know If 'I' even exist
I don't know who the real me is
I don't know if there is a real me
I don't know me
I don't know
And I don't want to
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
People always say the eyes are windows to the sole
but i gave my soul away
so if look into my eyes
and you see nothing
you will be certian
that i am empty
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
I once told my lover "leave me"
"why?" She asked
- well im a poet
- and so?
- i will hurt you
- how?
- i will
- and how are you so certain that you will?
- a poet can not keep inside of his hands something that is for themselves
- meaning ?
- i will hurt you , use you
- but how?
- i will use your cries as lyrics for my next poem
- and so you'll turn me to art
- but you already are art
- what if i dont leave?
- then you'll face my blood thirsty demons
- but what if i can tame them?
- you can't
- i can
- but i am certain you won't
- and why are you so certian?
- because i can't even tame them
- what if thats why im here... to hold you when you're hurt, or when you're unstable.
- love is not a job
- but love requires work
- are you up for it though?
- ive been up for it since the very begining
- how could you be so sure?
- well love can be quite a sensation, but i know it when i feel it
- but how do you love a mess of a poet i am? feeding on you, on your "love"
- how do i love someone who is just the epiphany of everything i feel inside? Well that is very easy.
- but i won't be good for you
- dont be, I'll be good for you
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
yes, this is exactly what you can expect,
a poem about a love that can never get wrecked,
expressing a desire for love,
that always manages to go above,
above and beyond expectations,
because they both had to be patient,
no love that could even compare,
cause this love will never tare,
they share a love and a certian kind of lust,
and writing about it is a must,
cause no one understands,
the feeling that comes with holding hands,
the memories that are made in the moments,
that are always worth the hints,
the sacrifices they've made for eachother,
they love that they've gave one another,
its all so beautiful
and their hearts were so full,
full of love and happiness,
never hate nor sadness,
together they were strong,
together nothing felt wrong,
so they shared their story in a generic love poem,
even though most people considered it dumb,
it was a good way to express feelings,
and it was very revealing,
to write that generic love poem.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
*I FEARED MY EMOTIONS, FOR MOST OF MY LIFE
TEARS THAT I CRIED, FILLED MY EYES
WITH TEARS OF SADNESS, WITHIN MY EYES
SADNESS HAS NO MEANING, WHICH KILLS OUR FEELINGS
FEELINGS INSIDE, WERE WE SHOULD FEEL ALIVE
LIFE IS VERY STRANGE, IT DOES CERTIAN THINGS
IT CHANGES OUR FEELINGS, OUR FEELINGS WITHIN
MY FEELINGS HAVE NOW COME BACK, THEY BROUGHT ME TO GOD
THEY ARE MY FEELINGS, MY FEELINGS FOR GOD
MY LOVE FOR GOD, HAS BROUGHT ME MEANING
MEANING FOR LIFE, FOR LOVE AND AFFECTION
LOVE FOR OTHERS, IS ALL I CAN SAY
THEY BRING ME GREAT PLEASURE
THEY MAKE ME CRY CERTAIN WAYS
TEARS OF HAPPINESS
TEARS OF JOY
TEARS OF HELPING
ARE MY TEARS OF JOY*
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC