"colided" poems
A chance meeting we had
A secret all our own
Most others would consider mad
Forbidden meeting
Stolen kisses
Two hearts together beating
From the first embrace
I knew this would be like no other
Forever wish to look upon your face
world out of controll they soon spun
Upside down and colided together
And a new one begun
Attempting to make a new normal
All the while feeling scared
Excited anxious and somewhat paranormal
Ups and downs we will face
But we will find safety and happiness
In each others sacred embrace
I will brave all obsticales
That are thrown in our path
Beacause never have I felt this before
All my love you hath
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
****** altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie ****
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there ***** I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd **** there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.
Dec 11, 2009
Dec 11, 2009 at 7:12 AM UTC
Once upon a time,
A very long time ago,
There was a girl that everyone in the kingdom used to know,
She was pretty but sad and rather low,
always having to sow the seeds and even the clothes,
She seemed rather alone,
Simply no where to go,
Her father had an ego as strong and bitter as the snow,
Her mother was bossy but rightly so.
She knew she was always protected,
Her pride was strong, But somewhere in there she felt ugly, sad, lonley, Mad!, But one day she let it all out,
And everyone saw that they feel the same,
Everybody had their own pain,
She could see everyone desereved to be a princess, A knight and even a Queen,
They all colided together for a wonderful,
Self confidentual ceremony,
And with all the muscles in their faces they struck the last smile,
Of the kingdom with great sanity,
And that were the last of the century.
By Larna Kira Kourtis.
© 2013 Larna Kira Kourtis (All rights reserved)
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
I know were a lot of disfigured momentum, we colided. Yet I know when enough is enough. We've reached our destination and your not getting off. **** I keep throwing up.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC