"comming" poems
Dear friend,
I searched the world for you
climbed the highest mountain
swam the longest nile
Why were you hiding?
I faced horrific demons
swam through trecherous waves
almost drowning in tears of frustration
Where were you?
I heard you were hurting
felt your heart melting
sensed you were wanting
I'm looking... I'm comming
Then there you were
right beside me
within me
You are me..
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
O might those sighs and tears return again
Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent,
That I might in this holy discontent
Mourn with some fruit, as I have mourned in vain;
In mine Idolatry what showers of rain
Mine eyes did waste! what griefs my heart did rent!
That sufferance was my sin; now I repent;
‘Cause I did suffer I must suffer pain.
Th’ hydropic drunkard, and night-scouting thief,
The itchy lecher, and self-tickling proud
Have the remembrance of past joys for relief
Of comming ills. To (poor) me is allowed
No ease; for long, yet vehement grief hath been
Th’ effect and cause, the punishment and sin.
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*You call me amidst all the smoke.
You call me amidst all the dieing hope.
You call me when I become weak enough to hide my tears.
You call me when there is nothing left on earth to fear.
Everytime you call me I die a new death.
Everytime you do not call me I live like death itself.
When my loved ones stop me from listening your call,
I throw them away, push them aside but with tears in my eyes.
I know you are my death.
I know you are my fall.
I know you're not a friend,
Just a devil's call.
But how can I stop myself from comming to you.
You help me burn all those scars and unfulfilled desires.
You are the solution to all my regrets.
You are my companion during my messed up state.
So lets just burn together behind your smoke.
Lets die together behind your smoke.*
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
Yes, I have scars.
They're part of who I am.
I didn't see them comming.
but earned them all the same.
They're not always appearent.
Some are hidden, some are not.
But trust me, "I still feel them"
with every passing storm.
The scars I have inside me
by far haunt me the worst.
They keep my heart from your heart
a cowards shield and curse.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
A old gentleman in a bar was sitting next to a very beat up man this tattered man He wore no shoes
He smelled
He was soaking wet and looked very pale.
The old gentleman bought the man a beer
and ask him what his story was
the man told him that he was once a successful buissness owner
a man of high class and standard.
He wore the finest clothes,
wore the most beautufl jewelry,
and went on amazing journeys.
The old gentleman began to laugh
he sipped his drink
looked over the man and asked him what happened
the man told him that he was driving out in the country comming home from a buissness meeting
He said he had been drinking and reached for his scotch when he
looked up
his car swirved in the lake
water seaped in
He said " water came rushing in so fast"
the old gentleman looked down at his beer
looked up
and the man was nowhere to be seen
he asked the bar keep if he saw where the man went
the bar keep insisted that the old gentleman was crazy that he saw the old gentleman talking to himself...
suddenly
The old Gentleman heard a voice over the television " Good evening we have breaking news it appears that Lyon Lemon Owner of Inka Industries has gone missing. Police have recovered his viechle but with no trace of Lyon inside it. They've issued scuba divers to search for the Lyons body. We will keep you posted on this story.
The old gentleman suddenly felt quezzy and uneasy. His lips dried, his skin went clammy, and his hair stood on the back of his neck. He knew he had seen Lyon not moments ago in the bar. The old gentle dropped a handfull of silver and paper on the counter and rushed out.
Javier Timble once a Master Con Artist and a Cheat was now the one being fooled and tricked with. He knew the game that was being played on him and he was to have no part of being set up for a ****** Timble was shakened but was far from scared. As he walked out the bar he noticed wet footprints. But they were forming as if someone was walking. Timble again felt the rush of adrenline come into his heart he began to mutter to himself and wonder what kind of trick this was. Javier stepped slowly towards the footprints and noticed that there was letters forming on the wall to the right of him. slowly the words formed out to say "InKa"
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
Imagining his voice,
his scent,
the way he would cup my face,
his control.
Reliving the ****
reliving the abuse
Hating myself
I did this
I should have left
A year ago
it hurts
Don't talk about it
it never happened
Scared
comming out
I was ***** and abused by my boyfriend
said he loved me
used me and threw me out for the next
took my virginity
my innocence
my body
held onto my mind
he dosen't let go
his face haunts me every day,
moving to the otherside of the world and he stays put in me
Hating myself for being *****
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
If we were together,
And you had been captured,
By a villainous turtle,
Who's name was bowser.
I'd come and save you.
Without any mushrooms.
I'd dodge the hot lava,
And jump over the flowers.
Forget the gold coins,
I'd run past them all.
I'd come find my princess,
Like on n64.
I'd swim through the water,
Past the piranhas.
I'd raid the castle.
And beat the boss battle.
'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.
Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.
Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back.
Mushroom kingdom will never be the same again.
On a grassy hill, in our giant palace,
I'm not scared of any ghosts.
My sites are set,
On the clouds in the sky,
And tower in the distance.
I'm not scared of any stones,
That will try to crush me,
I'm going to do my best,
To keep my timing.
'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.
Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.
Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
Dear magazine and tv fashion
hast thou ever heard of natural passion
you Photoshop you cut and crop
you edit this and that ... Please stop
the real beauties are those that know
you don't have to be a size zero
Sixteen eighteen or all above
can still find joy can still know love
nipped and tucked Kozmo get ******
only chicken skin gets plucked
wax n shave and now vajazzil it
Draba for gods sake don't talk ****
lift em up and shrink that bottom
yet there's something that you've forgotten
men prefer a sense of humour
to all this artificial hoo haw
so girls for reason and for sanity
tear up this propaganda vanity
be yourselves and break the habit
be a bunny girl not a freakin rabbit
ditch the salad bin the chart
Declare today a brand new start
ugly is as ugly does as spoken by the media buzz
today take back your sass and bounce
cause your all woman each gorgeous ounce
men admit it for gods sake
there's nothing **** bout a rake
women should live for more than style
so come on sweetheart chin up... and smile
now let your heart and soul start humming
and as for boys.....
Keep em' comming
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
you're smiling at me
is it pity?
it doesn't quite reach your eyes...
'they feel sorry for you'
you're laughing
is it real?
there is an edge to it...
'they don't find you funny'
you're telling me to be happy
but my voice is comming from your lips
"stop being sad, you're annoying when your sad"
'they want you to leave'
im doubting every expression you make
every word spoken turns against me
the world is no longer welcoming
'they are telling you what you already know'
"YOU DISSAPOINT ME"
"YOU NEVER LEARN"
'do it'
"WE DON"T NEED YOU"
"STOP BEING SAD"
"YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE SAD"
'do it'
"UGLY"
"FAT"
"STUPID"
"DEPRESSES"
'do it'
"IWILLNEVERLOVEYOUYOUWILLNEVERFITINALONELOOSERWHYCANTYOUJUSTBENORMALWHATISWRONGWITHYOUSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDJUSTGOAWAYWEAREBETTEROFFWITHOUTYOU"
'DO IT'
stop
please
just stop
but the words aren't yours
they're mine
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met.
Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his *****
Oh, the difference between this two.
But both are part of me and my past.
Who will I tomorrow be?
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
I sit and watch with a distance.
Everything rushes through me in an instant.
All I can do is quietly grin...and resent you.
Forgetting is easier said, than actually comming through.
Old wounds were bound and broken.
I'm left here with words untouched...unspoken.
Another scar shows, as I slowly heal.
It'll always be there: a reality shield.
There is no moving foward when your attached by a string.
It's like life on a treadmill, no matter how thin.
Like that miniscule piece of thread,
That hangs there, with a pull it may spread.
But in most cases it won't break or tear...
It's just a little piece that will always be there.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
When every single second,
of your fragile little life.
is a relentless mystery,
How will you know what's comming?
This very day,
could gladly be your very last.
What do you suppose to happen next?
All of this is just a Great Perhaps.
What if?
Maybe?
Possibly?
All questions, whose answers are unknown
When life is a great mystery,
How could you live it to the fullest?
Perchance you'll never know.
I guess it is just a Great Perhaps.
I am in a constant search
of who I am, of who i want to be
But it's all still a mystery.
Life is only, a Great Perhaps.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
She'll never see you.
She'll never see the love behind my eyes.
I think you must be color blind.
when you see red
can you love me instead?
You know me better than I do
what can I say? To get you to stay?
When you see blue
I'll still be here for you
Brown eyes **** me in so deep
that part of my heart? That peice you can keep
When you see pink
I wont let you sink
You crept up on me and i didn't see it comming
you showed me affection and I stopped running
Because when you see grey
everything stays the same way
So open up your heart to see the love behind my eyes
because it's not fun being color blind
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
But what is a soldier without his gun?
A brave little boy, playing makebelieve
in his room with a plastic G.I Joe doll,
his camouflage inaccurate and too yellow.
Plastic sand bag barriers scattering the floor
this boy has never learnt a thing of the war.
leaving it all up to imagination
he takes the tiny plastic radio
and calls in, *"Mission complete -
Commander, we're comming home.
Over and out".*
Creating a fake static noise with his mouth
which takes us to a new scene.
Accurate camouflage colours this time,
the australian flag on his shoulder,
but that little boy from his room
is now wearing them as a man.
A soldier he has become
with destruction all around him,
he was flown to Vietnam.
A high-tech radio for real this time,
"Man down! Man down!"
One of his unit fell heavy in the mud.
303. slung over our little-boy-from-his-room's shoulder
he drags the wounded behind trees and shrubs
an act of valour.
Though, our little boy did not know,
that he'd be wounded too
and comming home tomorrow.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
Those little blue, grape-like flowers
They remind me of childhood.
Sweet, soft, soothing childhood.
I would spend a warm afternoon,
picking the little bead-like petals off the stem,
for no reason in peticular, just to have them.
They were fun to hold in my hand.
Pretend they were little grapes.
Of course, those “grapes” I never ate.
My brothers would say they are poisin grapes.
They remind me of childhood.
Childhood, so sweet, innocent and good.
No drama, no homework, nothing to worry about.
Just playing house, jumping rope, learnign the ABC’s.
Every year, it was exciting when the time came around
when all the bright golden leafs fell to the ground.
pre-school, kindergarden, 1st grade...there comming now.
We’d be happy, getting older...we’d think
while jumping up and down.
But back then we had no idea, no clue at all,
how much we’d miss those carefree days,
our sweet, soft soothing childhood.
It will all seem so distant later on.
But some memories just wont be gone.
Sometimes you will see that flower,
the flower that reminds you of childhood.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
I was echilerated after comming across an iredessant sun
Twas shining on a perpendicular humanThat had been hung.
I was a very exotic environment,blood,guts,and beer all over the ***** bar.
The dead corps had a flamboyant ****** expression yet whilst hung -
Untouched ..Un-moving.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Cant seem to close my eyes with the world on the other side. Banging on my eyelids like when hammer and nail collide. Keeping reality ever present in my marathon of a mind. Even when im dreaming i cant seem to press unwind. So i press another button, as my life continues to play. Wishing that the days i wasted could simply be replayed. Running while my life is in a state of full unrest, body condeming me to sleep under house arrest. Sleep finding adversity in the priorities i have set. Making deals with the sandman to pay off my sleeping debt. But every debt made with him is one i cant seem to pay. So ill break even with the reaper on my dying day. And ill push away the sleep, and ill push away the night. Tricking myself with coffee and work; my sleeping schedule ill rewrite. Ill catch those Z's again, by the comming of first light. When priority meets procrastination, and sleeping becomes a right. So necessary to life as to every breath we take, keeping the sandman at bay for momentary sake. But sleep becomes anxiety as hour by hour they pass. Woken up abruptly by the sound of the next class. So you shuffle along your path, with one goal in sight. Keeping up your strength so you can stay in the fight. One where the rounds dont expire, and the bell never sounds. Only thing keeping you up, is that which knocks you to the ground. So you admit defeat for now and you suffer all the blows. Patching up all your wounds and reaping what you sew. Hoping that tomorrow you can finally take a rest. And find some sleep and peace of mind in your life of pure unrest. So finish up your work and try to close your eyes. Because in those few moments of silence, you can kiss your worries goobye.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for phantasy:
Therefore thou waked’st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so truth that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories.
Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.
As lightning or a taper’s light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me;
Yet I thought thee—
(For thou lov’st truth) an angel at first sight;
But when I saw thou saw’st my heart,
And knew’st my thoughts, beyond an angels art,
When thou knew’st what I dreamt, when thou knew’st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,
I must confess it could not choose but be
Prophane to think thee anything but thee.
Comming and staying showed thee thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That Love is weak, where fear’s as strong as he;
’Tis not all spirit pure and brave
If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour, have.
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal’st with me,
Thou cam’st to kindle, go’st to come; Then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
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I am walking through the mall,
your walking next to me.
we can't wake the baby,
I wish I knew why.
Each store sells something different.
Everything is so complicated.
Now you'r dragging me to a room.
The walls are white, so is everything else.
I'm scared,
I wish I knew why.
There is people all around.
There is about to be a show.
You're so excited.
Why are we here?
They herd us into a room
Now everything is red.
I'm terrified now,
I wish I knew why.
The show begins, it's magical and fantastical
there is magic and tricks.
"Now for our final act!"
Oh **** what's this..?
We all clap, what's about to happen?
"We need only one, and i choose you"
A light shines on you and they come and take you.
I cry and freak out, you need to come back.
I wish I knew why.
"These people they arn't okay!
They want your soul!"
How i know this, I will never know
I see there portal and I jump in.
You're lying on a bed,you're tied up and strapped
"They are comming for you,
they are going to eat you,
they are all vampires. Please baby
let's go."
I wish I knew why.
I grab a magic wand and I speek words
I can't recall.
Now we are back in time, it's just me and you.
I remeber that day,
why are we here.
I wish I knew why.
It's a dance, for school that is.
You ask me to come outside.
I follow you out when a car comes flying past.
We have to help.
We run and stop the car just in time.
Someone comes running we saved the day.
"Hey it's time, time to watch the show."
You look at me excited to go.
I wish i knew why
"Maybe we shouldn't go"
I hate to beg and plead
"But i really need to see"
Thats all you have to say to me
"Why, it's just some horrifying
vamps!"
I scream and shout
You look at me weird, and start to walk off.
But because i love you, I follow real close.
I watch the show and you had a good time.
They didn't choose you and you were just fine.
I wish I knew why.
I'm ****** back into that portal ,
and the world reviels it's secrets
back in the day when you wanted to see them
you didn't, i stopped you
and now your dead.
When i went back I changed that fact.
Now you're mine, you were supposed to be mine.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
Rats in my Kitchen
I got Rats in my kitchen,
I got a mind to be bitchin'
I'm free and easy twisting
a perfectly nasty cadence
with my six strings,
singing like I'm a star draw
at 'The bucket of blood,'
got a bone handled knife
it keeps my life
ongoing
makes other men’s wife's feel safe,
eliminates slow mindedness
some times I scrapes it up side
my trusty singing strings,
drives women crazy
to shuffle their *****
up and down the blood ingrained boards.
my fans think I'm your Jesus incarnate,
I think I'm closer Satan’s hounds o' Hell,
they sing so loud
they hardly needs me at all,
but I'm here for my stack of Dollars,
my fun with the women who wants me most,
and my fun reducing that stack.
cause I is so popular with the gals
I gots to watch the shifting eyes
'neath the Stetson hats,
cold as steel
they’d like to pierce me
with a stare
"I wasn’t born yesterday mother,"
I study my steps
and is now wise
you take one at a time.
I cares for little
'cept delivering' the Blues
to the people like me,
that’s when I hit my natural peak!
and I is indulgent in seein'
you is comming with me
to the bottom of the river of whiskey,
the blues sustains me
been my real mother
since my baby left me.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
Whats fear?
Me feeling your hand in my hand,
Hearing footsteps comming up the stairs,
The relaxation of drifting asleep to your heartbeat and breath,
Just to give birth to my vision, looking in your eyes and seeing the glazed glare,
The songs i hear you sing in the shower,
The scent of you and how it lingers for hours,
How i suddenly miss a flannel,
How when i leave the television and come back, it's on your favorite channel,
How i see your shillloutes on my wall and hear your whispers in my ear,
Fear is all of this occuring but comming to the realization that you arent here. Losing you is what i fear.
- Beau
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Beware the pale horse
Who rides at dawn
From the wells of sorrow
His gait was drawn
Across the plains of snow
Unto the barren field
Ceaseless can he be
He can't afford to yeild
The benifactor thus unknown
To fabricate our faith
Shall carry upon his back
All that has to wait
The still pond lies
Its whipers are obscene
The pale horse is comming
This you can believe
He's passed the ancient grove
Before we knew of love
He's rode across the meddows
And waded through the mud
With a weary head he watched
And kept the toll
With blind eyes of age
Barer of the soul
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
These pictures of time, Laid out before me.
The Choices I make every day.
These open wounds of mine, Play out before me,
How much more must I take?
I Stare in the mirrior and wait for it to change,
But my reflection is always the same,
I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,
But this face staring back has no frown,
I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,
This man in the mirror continues to cry.
Promises I've been breaking, and risks I have taken,
It all plays out once again.
Back in the days, when the world wasn't the same
When I was convinced I could win
I Stare in the mirrior and wiat for the change,
But my reflection always stays the same,
I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,
But this face staring back has no frown,
I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,
This man that I see continues to cry.
She's comming back to say hello again,
And this face that will greet her has a chance to win,
But how can he rise when all he knows is how to fall,
How strong must he be to break through these walls?
I stare in the mirrior and wait for the change,
But my reflection is always the same,
I watch the tears fall as I stare myself down,
And I see the tears break before they hit the ground
I stare in the mirrior and wonder why,
This man I see has so much pain inside.
This reflection is all I know
But Everything changes when you know where to go,
I cry out to the Father to spare my heavy load,
So that the reflection's story will be told.
And suddenly everything begins change,
And this face staring back at me now has no pain,
So he thanks God for taking it away,
While looking in the mirror at himself today
I stare in the mirror and wait for the change
Suddenly This reflection doesn't look the same
See how this reflection changes.
I stand before my God without any shame.
Goodbye to everything that has gotten in the way
And my whole reflection has completed a change
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Hey you, yeah you its me, remember me?
the one you used to call your best friend, or at least it seemed.
whats going on with you?
cause somethings diffrent and i can feel it comming out of you...
Lord help her.
to you whats more important?
i can feel the anger in you rising up so high its about to burst out and come out smokin...
i can see all your old prioritys beginning to be shifted and the important ones all driftin..
**** girl where you goin!?
using all these temporary things to kick depression out the door.
trying to send it on its way
just dust it of your shoulder
knowing there is only one way
to keep it from getting any colder.
see you know its true.
and i think you know your running from the truth.
cause you're scared that deaths gonna catch up to you.
Lord i dont know what to do.
help me.
i need you.
yeah your scared you've abused your mind with very dark things.
and you've been showed some very hard things that have taken you places you didn't want to making it scar you.
every body goes through stuff
but you tend to dwell in it
but you've gone further and you've grown up taller
your finally seeing the world in a new order.
BAM then you get hit again falling flat on your face in disgrace
and all you can do is stand there while people humiliate you.
so your back into these temporary fixes again.
come on grace wheres your head at?
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC