"committ" poems
On the back of our property, up on a hill,
an old black oak stands still.
Spent alot of time under those limbs,
Dad and me, putting engines back in.
Him just a cuzzin and wrenches flying,
me with a flashlight with a battery dying.
Run out of daylight and patience at times
but he'd get the old clunker running just fine.
There was time in the making with this man I called Dad,
learning in progress, good or bad.
I learned that a garage is easier to work in,
easier to find tools thrown when the temper sets in.
Found that my daughters are not afraid of grease on their hands,
all because of lessons learned from the man called Dad.
Those that take the time, energy , committ,
to the tasks at hand , then the name will fit.
Step up to the plate, take your stand,
welcome to the world of men called Dad.
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
Lights and lights suffer into me
Out it goes, all I know
I'm a prototype of how things shouldn't be
My cells are creeping in
Blood is flowing out
Skin is lowering, I want to committ a sin
It's pumping
I'm exploding
I'm a thief, I steal pride and make it mine
I'll collapse
I'll regret
But as long as I'm fine, it's just something I'll forget
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
Tears flow like a tsunami a tidal wave.
So powerful im wreaking havoc upon myself and others.
Destroying my awarness Im ill.
Flooding tears drown as they cascade.
Spinning twisting thoughts like a tornado.
Going crazy cant concentrate.
Wrecking my day to day life.
My Identity... Im finding it soo difficult to know...
Sweeping through like a hurricane.
Lifting me off of my feet.
Rain down with devastation.
Hurting an endless amount of names..
Seems this sickness is spreading like wildfire.
Burning through the innocent.
Why must this continue to happen.
Why must this madness continue to transpire.
Suddenly I explode like a volcanic eruption.
Realizing that this is all truly my fault.
Must put a stop to this.
Ceasing the contiuation of my destruction.
Dry eyes Im numb determined to put an end to this drought.
Heaven please rain down on me.
With help from god family and friends..
We can Move on move foward constantly committ to this route.
We can rebuild.
Dedicated to all the innocence that has been killed.
We will rise again with strength commitment and will
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Thank you
For this place you call the land of the free;
a land full of debt, poverty, and incurable disease
A natural disaster can wipe a city completely off the map,
but financial assistance is rejected because another country needed that
Blow up a nation to rebuild a government that's non existent, while you've lost all interest of your own resulting in a crumbling system
You rank up the cost of living and lower the level of pay, and all those jobs that only require simple skills you send overseas to give away
Working hard and growing old was once the American dream, and we still pay our last pennies into that same bank; but that's money we will never see
Make illegal immigration a topic of social exception and fool the people into thinking it's not an economic crisis with your emotional campaigning deception
Require expensive, extensive college degrees for what only calls for common sense, and then pay minimum wage so that the people are forever in debt
Control everything we do yet still give us freedom of speech
So that we can only talk of our dreams and never practice what we preach
Committ a ****** in Illinois and you're behind bars forever on your knees
Committ that same crime in Florida and you're guaranteed to be free
Two of the same exact persons in dire need of the same heart,
One has enough money in his pockets giving him a head start
while the poor man is sentenced to death by not doing his part
America, what happened?
This is no longer your land
and it's no longer my land
it's simply crumbling cliffs of
old foundation
sifting into sand
Red
White
Blue
What do these colors mean to you?
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
Practice getting hurt
Fall in love with someone you cannot have
Committ to that and break your own heart
Practice getting hurt
Ride a bike with no sight
Fall and break your arms
Both of them at once
Practice getting hurt
Spice your oatmeal with cyanide
Drink your coffee with ipecac
Practice getting hurt
Practice all you want
But nothing will prepare you for the time you realize
Your father doesn't care whether you live or die
And he has no love for you at all
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
She ripped a metal soda can
And used it to slit her wrist
Some thought it was odd what she used to committ suicide
I thought it was desperation for death
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
As I stare at the clock upon the wall......since that day the hands don't seem to move at all
Time stands still since the day we drifted apart......and because of this nothing stands in the way of a brand new start
So now that time does stand still.......moves have not been made but I know they will
I see the hands of the clock today slightly move.......so I think it's time to get into the groove
We both needed some time to think things through...........and I think we realize our love is true......at least I know I do
Tick tock says the clock on the wall.....as of right now it does stand still but time shall not wait so we must not stall
I know that our love will stand the test of time........so move fast my sweet and committ to this sign
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
I have started living alone....
Just wanna hit myself with a very hard stone!!!
It is no more a peaceful life..
Just wanna stab myself with a very sharp knife!!!
There is not even a single element of fun...
Just wanna shoot myself with a metal gun!!
My heart is not well, maybe getting sick..
Just wanna jump from a very high peak and I hope, no one will ever be able to pick!!
There is no place left in this selfish world for me to hide...
Just wanna committ suicide!!
Now, I am unable to bear any lie...
Just wanna die!! Just wanna die!!
Manvee Chauhan
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC