"compleatly" poems
She used to smile
to really smile
she used to love life.
But then one day,
From nowhere,
her life compleatly changed.
"I've got to be strong"
She said to herself
and so, her heart she locked away.
She was strong for years,
but as time went by
she started to fear
Her feelings wanted fredom
so she opened her heart for a little while
and then they came pouring...
Shouting and bitting
screaming and demanding attention
she couldn't take the preasure
So she wrote a note to her loved ones
and with tears in her eyes
she swallow the death pills
But her sister saved her
she went to get help
and they helped her
The fellings are strong
but now she knows,
she knows she is stronger.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
I'd like to run away
Leave everything behind
But what I can not leave
Is all the things I really need to lose
I'd like to run away
From the black hole
Inside my chest
I'd like to run away
Leave all those memories
In a pile behind
I'd like to run away
Forget all that's been
But I can't
Because if I ran away
I'd be compleatly alone again
And I couldn't stand that
Once again
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
Days and days roll through
only seconds. all that is
thoughts of you,
and your love
i am a charlatan and a fake
I am a hypocrite and a liar
i have nothing now,
i am the ugly man
and you will never
fool me.
i find myself with not enough time
and to many thoughts, I love,
I yearn, I seek
I envy
I require everything.
I feel pretentious, one of them.
arrogant, unoriginal
i beg for your love
i did it, I was there,
are you there with me
you are but you are
invisible
compleatly,
Now.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.
the death is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Once apon a time it felt like I was chained to the floor; in a glass tank, with water slowly spilling in... But just as the water level reached the top; the glass shatters, leaving me cut and gasping for breath...when the entire building just collapsed all around me.... nowadays there's alot less hope in between the stages of doom... now it's like I'm freely standing in the middle of a room; that's compleatly engulfed in flame... faced befor me the trolly problem; with all my freinds and family and evreylast person I've ever known' s life endanger, I could save them all...but that would be saving the good with the bad...so instead semi morally knowing; I didn't put them there i watch and laugh as we all go up in flames, no misguided hope.... just allowing fate to play it's role..
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Hold me until the tears run away
Stay with me until the new light of day,
Just hold me until you have had enough.
Please,I'm not the girl who can't be loved
Death appeals but i will not go,
live for moments, live in hope.
Time will always compleatly turn the fates,
All that's good comes to the one who waits.
My heart is compacted with loves light.
My mind follows good morals, and will always fight the good fight.
Fight the demons who won't let me sing.
Let me rest, let me smile, forever suffering.
I know who I am and it's not what shes made you see,
This poisoness person who spreads lies about me.
Her venam takes hold.people forget all I can be,
They believe her lies and wipe away all the good they might see.
Please remember my love all that we were,
See that my tears are justified and caused by her.
See that the chaos that has been is not of my making,
It's because of her spite and a person who is always faking!
All I want is a life simple and true,
A happy ever after I can share with you.
No drama, no chaos & just happy tears.
Hearts full of love for the rest of our years.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
surfeit- stuck on the clipboard,
shadow of muse long
shadier than many
counterfeit
What good did I lose,
when I lost a day,
when I lost
yesterday,
man, the best hold
on the whole idea,
we ever had, duty
we share in
the world that we occupy, we inhabit,
so whatever good we do gets done,
one day at a time,
in this wilderness,
aspirational inspiration
is as fleeting as a thought never written,
but, if you caught the fleeting thing,
and wrote in the most flowing
effluently efficacious way,
beautiful zone shone known knowns
and lost it to a literal glitch,
an old forgotten buffer flush
lost in transfer from chaos, through
some kind of standard query language
patented Microsoft gadget,
for which, now,
I must wish a fix, a certain deja vuish
recovery that must be
in here,
some place I must seek
to find, or, leave it go,
one day,
what the hell,
the nonsense
of that as a question
or an expletive
at a surprise,
a wrinkle
a surfeit patience fabrication, too
compleatly
much idle time, too little aim
at being seen
at the scene
of the last confident lay down,
almost all I'll go rythms that we hear,
after sufficient trust exposure
surprise is never the plan,
value for value
idle words
for idle time.
A matched wisdom,
seeing the worth
of the effort
to be doing over,
ever put
right where
the surfeit nothing was…
put in place holding peace pose
So, now, then
sad, sorta,
not bad,
or mad.
At peace, permanence
advantage, eternally true
when you know you
knew backups exist,
or believed you knew…
tov ra, towb ra' gnosis,
da'ath chabad advantage
wisdom, is the kingdom
of truth, which, it is writ,
the God Jesus worships,
the spirit of truth, in truth
must be taken at true value
Faire and far dhe put here.
Say that tree holds witness,
with our wits about us we do
more thinking than other doing
so… Thinking, that other day…
deemed written off, but loved,
didn't we survive yesterday, ain't
this so, so we might make peace,
enough to fill the Boötes Void.
Using poems read once imagined twice.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC