"completly" poems
I lay awake in bed one late night
Letting memories wash over me
When a memory wondered into my brain
A memory of my childhood
Back to late nights
Just as this one
When I was cuddled up
With my soft big blue blanket
It was torn at the edges
One edge missing completly
It kept me worm in the winters
Made a great fort in the summers
Held me tight during nightmares
Wiped my tears when I cried
Let me rest in its vast softness
Made an elegant dress for dress up
The best padding for play fights
Made for the best tug-of-war
Between my brother and I
It made me feel at home on long trips
Kept me company
On the couch when I was sick
Now where is my
Cuddly childhood blanket?
In a box in the attic
Waiting for once again
When it can be held tight
In the arms of a child
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
I keep feeling like I'm sombody else,
every time I reflect on myself.
I know I stay true to my inner being,
but I'm always
compelled to be a better me.
While never losing
what I've learned before,
I keep it similar to what ones adore.
Is this what I want and even more?
Or is it a facade I tend to abhor?
Am I completly there?
Am I even me?
That's what people think
it's not what I see.
I've loved
and lived
this life gone by,
but now i have the need to actually try.
To become the way,
I knew that I would,
while staying true,
to doing good.
I create my day
and tend to say,
that I live life,
in most interesting ways.
Staying spontaneous,
keeping unique.
By realizing that,
I'm merely one of the meek.
Is there any life I'd rather seek?
Or is my existence completely freak?
Am I all that one's made out to be?
Or am I blind to what others see?
No reason to care,
for they matter not.
For most lose themselves,
their true self forgot...
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
But maybe it not really sadness for a reason.
What if you've just been hurt a lot so the feeling becomes normal.
You know; that sad feeling?
It's not really sadness you show either.
It's not a sadness where you cry all the time and you're always frowning.
You hide the sadness with smiles and laughs.
Convincing yourself you're completly fine.
You get used to it.
Or maybe it's not the kind of sadness where you have a reason to be sad.
You just are.
You don't want to see anyone
or talk
or eat
or do anything.
Maybe we get so used to feeling this sadness in a way we are addicted;
because that's all we know?
But maybe it's not necessarily the sadness we get addicted to.
Rather,
what we do to stop the sadness.
Maybe we really just get addicted to whatever is going to **** the pain at the end of the day.
Or maybe that pain at the end of the day is what's going to cause us to finally feel something;
because we've been numb for so long.
We arn't necessarily sad, but we arn't really happy either.
We just are.
But maybe at the same time maybe we are sad.
And we're sad because we numb,
and we don't care anymore.
But maybe we should care?
Becuase when we don't care we tend to hurt others.
But they hurt us so why not hurt them?
I mean, isn't it only fair they feel the same pain.
Or maybe...
We all have secret addictions no one knows.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
there was a little panda he at lost his white
he was all in black it didnt look quite right
panda he was sad that his white had gone
a panda all in black he was the only one
he had lots tears rolling down his face
it made feel him depressed and completly out of place
then suddenly he heard. a rustle in the tree
he took a closer look to see who it could be
it was his friend the elf he had heard him cry
he came to have a look what was the reason why
elf had magic powers and gave him back his white
panda he was happy and once again felt right
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
In a busy town
In massachusetts
there is this college
BCC
At this cozy college
there are 8 buildings
But one has capture my heart completly
G BUILDING
Walk through the sliding glass doors
Around the corner
through the lunch room
To the Dinning hall
Noise assult my ears
Beeping video games
shouts of triumph
Kpop and metal music
Tables littered with playing cards
Yugioh
Pokemon
Magic
People as different as can be
From all corners of the social spectrum
Popular
and geeks
Join together in a crazy dance
A swirling brightly colored tango
Joined together
by mutal intrest
Riker, dear Riker
puple fadora ever present
My "Co-Pimp"
a founding father of the trolling company
Damien, Oh damien
Your strangness growing stranger
Your hair of deception
Another founding father
Jose, Dear Lord Jose
You're pervertenss proceeds you
Cat calling
Video gaming
Holly, sweet Holly
Looking innocent and sweet
Masking your wildness
underneath
Nathan, My Naten
My best friend through the ages
Opinions flying
Jungle juice by your side
Casey, My sweet sweet Casey
Ghost story devourer
Trusting you with my secrets
Everyone's little sister
John, John of the lake
Annoying as hell
but loveble all the same
only kind things to say
Josh, Or should I say Shoji
Big Brother
Laptop out
Video game in
Matt, My lovely Matt
This is where we met
Fate intervined
brought us together
This is where I belong
This island of misfits
This G building gang
This is my home.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Everything Beautiful inside of me is taken.
Everything that framed my body has cracked.
Everything that once molded who I was and what I wanted to become has shattered.
Everything healthy inside of me has hollowed out and left completly.
And I feel dead inside.
So I curse my features,
For they do not follow suit.
And I am broken.
But a solid mask is stuck in place,
masking my truths from any followers.
So I stay peaced together.
Hiding from my true form.
So well that I hide from myself
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
What would it take for someone to open up to someone else?
To let them into the crazy dark mind that people wouldnt imagine you having.
Just for a second you feel relieved.
To let all ure thoughts gather around and be set free from the mind of where it came from.
Just for a minute you feel free.
Just for a minute you feel as if that person understands you completly.
As you look into her eyes , messages being sent back and forth and back and forth.
With out having to say a single word out.
With out having to whisper it to eachother.
Thats how crazy the trip is, how intense it gets when you feel every single touch on ure skin.
How you all of a sudden become so aware of everything.
Oh how i love this tripy trip.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
We're drowning
Together at least
I try to move for the surface
But you pull my hand
As if to say it's too far
And for all I know
It might be
So I rest at the bottom
Right next you
I feel the air almost gone
And then you go
You betray me
You push me to boost yourself
Looked me in the eye the whole time
And I always will remember that look
Not sadness
Not regret
It was more like anger
Like you had won
And while you swam to the top
I watch you
As my air
Is completly
Gone
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
At the top of the stairs
watching your hair
in the cold night breeze
as it moves through
the air with ease.
A step below you
with my hands behind me
feelings of every hue
and the fear
of you not being here.
Completly powerless
I surrender
If there was just one thing
I wish to say
please don't push me away.
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
In a world that feels so cold
stuck with no one important to hold
lights glistening so bright
but only at night
god, what a beautiful sight
look into the stars
see straight through to mars
the rings around that cant be seen
tells you that the world is not ment to be mean
solid answers
and a broken dream
the child finally starts to scream
dead in heart but alive in mind
thinks she is the last of her kind
breath just like a wild wind
child dead and completly sinned
everyone against the world
my soul feels twisted and curled
the demons cannot control me
but they've turned my soul into debris
demonic child, put to rest
hopefully she will be blessed
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:01 PM UTC
Tickets please.
Tickets please..
Thank you..
The seating orientation was a bit strange. We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.. We sat in a circular pattern next to these strange looking candle holders. They looked a bit to gothic for my taste. The candles seem to be all different colors of wax. We paid 200$ for one song. I don't think its worth it. But everyone says it is.. The house was completly sold out. There was not one seat empty..
The lights begin to dim away. Darkness fills the entire room.. Its then we begin to hear the most beautiful acoustic guitar music I have ever heard.. As the music played on I could see a small glow of light beside us.. The candles were coming to life.. Each flame was a differnet color. Ours was a beautiful blue. The longer they played the brighter the candles got.. There were two of them playing. Never did they look up at us. They played with their heads looking down at the floor. It now looked like and aura of colors within the theater. The song begin to slow down and the candles got dimmer and dimmer.. The song then begin to slightly speed up. The ceiling was now filled with stars and endless falling comets.. I was now lost in the music..
The sun begin to rise, A new day was being born.. The song had ended.. The applause was thunderous! The night song of the two.. Magnifcient it was...
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
I dont feel like writing anymore
I dont feel like dancing anymore
I dont feel like rapping anymore
I dont feel like myself
I cant think straight
I dont even know who i am anymore
Im confused about my feelings
Im confused about life
But what i do know
... is that im a daddyless little girl
i have been pretty much all my life
my dads somewhere using herion
Not caring about his little girl
Im scared whether or not
He'll get sent back to jail
Im lost and confused
Im just trying to survive in this world
But now i just dont care
Im completly numb
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
I am fragile.
But I am strong.
You are Alive,
but struggle to stay standing.
You have Spirit,
But only on the days vulnerability and insecurity aren't constant companions.
But my world has changed.
Utterly and Completly.
While yours remains the same.
Too much to Bare
Too much to Carry
Too Long to HOLD
And you just stand there watching.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 1:26 AM UTC
My life is on a roll, because I fianlly get to live it,
My right foot hung a cliff, but my left began to pivot.
Cause that's how I lived my life, completly on the edge,
But today I live in comfort, I steer clear from any ledge.
The thought I have today, about how I lived and thrived,
Scares me more than ever, I'm so grateful I'm alive.
My middle name was "apathay", my last was "no control",
but now that name has changed, the glass is more than full.
Today I live "transition", and look forward to progression,
note that these are blessings, and a highly valued lesson.
And this adventure never ends, it has really just begun,
the wind is at my back, and I can finally see the sun.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Dear Miss Harris.
this letter is to inform you that your position in the constaltions
Is fixed and never to fade.
My dearest Eleanor.
It would be misleading if I told you that for me, it was love
at first sight but you have grown on me with
The passage of time.
Over the years I have come to understand what the fuss was alll about.
As me myself and I sat alone in my solitude.
I have grown to love what a little moonlight can do as I cried for you.
Don't explain. Now I know that you've changed
Like autumn in new york and yesterdays witout your love have made me miss you even more now as I cover the waterfront in search of my love.
You my love are. travelin light crowned with a white carnation forever
strolling through my memories.
Maybe we will meet again on some other
Spring.some fine and mellow sunlit morning.
Till then dear,good morning heartache is the
Song that I sing as I sit in my solitude.
Hush now my heart. Don't explian. What is there to gain.
All my thoughts are of you for I am completly yours.
You are my joy and pain so don't explain.
Right or wrong don't matter,when you are with me sweet.
The pointed pain
Sad refrain. Good morning heartache.
Stop haunting me love.can't. Shake you no how
The welcome sting that your love will bring
Your arm so bruised and stained.
Repulsed me at first. The wounded bird
Does sing a lovely song.
It took me so long to
Feel your pain lady.
But you are now and ......... forever in my vein
And will remain.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
My delicate peace has been shattered
While my heart went on a rollarcoaster trip and got completly battered
I cannot sleep at the thought of missing you
Or of the thought of the secrets that I kept turned to be true
Sleep has disapeared
Who thought I got bored
They tend to talk badly
Too bad they all look to each other so sadly
The words are haunting me again
I just need to stop my brain
Its not as easy as it looks to no longer dream
When the nightmares get so extreme
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Once I inhale this smoke
I feel content
My body mind and soul
Feels completly innocent
My heart tells me to be kind
But my mind tells me
Do it now!
For you cant rewind time
All the lies and the hurt
Cant compare to
All the secrets ive ever kept
So
Once I exhale this smoke
Ill have nothing left
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
crystal with pearl sitting among the earth starting at its beauty then whatch a swirl a blood covered coating the peals white now completly drowned with red boiling radge filled with anger twisted emotion with a broken heart on half sad, cold hearted in the shawdows afraid to be loved again and the other half wicked and always swoling and evil grinning like a ****** thats gone sycho and lost it way and all ties together into a death blood full moon.
I only see...this no one else i walk alone knowing i lost my friend and she has gone to depths in the shadows like a black whole ****** every bright hope she gets or has slowly get torn by the black whole the resting in her heart. She cries for help but lies in silnce no one can find her not even her soul can find her. She ask for no help, no one...she trust no body not even her self. I repeat over and over to my self only nobody can see her but my other friend may know her may know here but she has no clue she keeps messing every thing for her i create the demon moon with my friend i under stand her that i cannot not tell my other friend
i find her in the black whole and slowly recreating her her white moon
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
I DESTROY HOMES, TEAR FAMILIES APART, I TAKE YOUR CHILDREN AND THAT’S JUST THE START.
I’M MORE COSTLY THEN DIAMONDS, MORE COSTLY THEN GOLD. THE SORROW I BRING YOU IS A SIGHT TO BEHOLD.
IF YOU USE ME, REMEMBER I’M EASILY FOUND, I LIVE ALL AROUND YOU, IN SCHOOLS AND IN TOWNS.
I LIVE WITH THE RICH, I LIVE WITH THE POOR, I LIVE DOWN THE STREET AND MAYBE NEXT DOOR.
MY POWER IS AWESOME, TRY ME YOU’LL SEE, BUT IF YOU DO YOU MAY NEVER BREAK FREE.
JUST TRY ME ONCE AND I MAY LET YOU GO, BUT TRY ME TWICE AND I’LL OWN YOU SOUL.
WHEN I POSSES YOU YOU’LL STEAL AND YOU’LL LIE, YOU’LL DO WHAT YOU DO, JUST TO GET HIGH.
THE CRIMES THAT YOU’LL COMMIT, FORM MY NARCOTIC CHARM, WILL BE WORTH THE PLEASURE YOU’LL FEEL IN YOUR ARMS.
YOU’LL STEAL FROM YOUR MOTHER, YOU’LL STEAL FROM YOUR DAD, WHEN YOU SEE THEIR TEARS, YOU SHOULD BE SAD.
YOU’LL FORGET YOUR MORALS AND HOW YOU WERE RAISED, I’LL BE YOUR CONSCIENCE, I’LL TEACH YOU MY WAYS.
I TAKE KIDS FROM PARENTS AND PARENT FROM KIDS, I TURN PEOPLE FROM GOD AND SEPARATE FRIENDS.
I’LL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU, YOUR LOOKS AND YOUR PRIDE. I'LL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU. RIGHT BY YOUR SIDE.
YOU’LL GIVE UP EVERYTHING, YOUR FAMILY, YOUR HOME,YOUR FRIENDS YOUR MONEY, THEN YOU’LL BE ALONE.
I’LL TAKE AND TAKE, TILL YOU HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE. WHEN I’M FINISHED WITH YOU. YOU’LL BE LUCKY TO LIVE.
IF YOU TRY BE WARNED, THIS IS NO GAME, IF YOU GIVE ME A CHANCE I’LL DRIVE YOU INSANE.
I’LL RAVISH YOUR BODY, I’LL CONTROL YOUR MIND, I’LL OWN YOU COMPLETLY, YOUR SOUL WILL BE MINE.
THE NIGHTMARES I BRING YOU, WHILE LYING IN BED, THE VOICE YOU’LL HEAR INSIDE YOUR HEAD.
THE SWEATS THE SHAKES, THE VISIONS YOU’LL YOU SEE, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THERE ALL GIFTS FROM ME.
BUT THEN IT’S TO LATE, YOU’LL KNOW IN YOUR HEART, THAT YOU ARE MINE AND WE SHALL NEVER PART.
YOU’LL REGRET YOU TRIED, THEY ALWAYS DO, BUT YOU CAME TO ME, NOT I TO YOU.
YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, MANY TIMES YOU WERE TOLD, YOU CHALLENGED MY POWER, YOU CHOOSE TO BE BOLD.
YOU COULD OF SAID NO AND JUST WALKED AWAY, IF YOU COULD LIVE THAT DAY OVER WHAT WOULD YOU SAY.
I’LL BE YOU MASTER YOU’LL BE MY SLAVE. I’LL EVEN GO WITH YOU, WHEN YOU GO TO YOUR GRAVE.
NOW THAT YOU MET ME. WHAT WILL YOU DO, WILL YOU TRY ME OR NOT, IT’S ALL UP YO YOU.
I CAN BRING YOU MORE MISERY THEN WORDS CAN TELL. COME TAKE MY HAND, I’LL TAKE YOU TO HELL.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
The darkness spread fast..
The fading glow made me sad a little..
But from the darkness I heard new sounds and tones..
Sounds of something that was hidden in the light..
The more darkness there was the clearer the sounds became..
They reminded me of whale songs back at home..
We were all walking toward the light mountains..
The light storm had passed. We continiued our dark journey through the light forest toward these majestic and beautiful light mountains. There were many mountains the ranged in the same size all except for one. It stood higher than my eyes could see. I dare say it stuck out of the planet. At times it looked like a pillar of light.. We were a group of dark walkers, shadow touchers, dusk bringers, I tried to come up with a cool name to call our group as my mind wonders about in my head. We then come upon a pond of light water. It shined with green light rather than blue like the river.. I then heard the voice speak to me.. " They keep her here, we cannot enter these waters, but you can.. Go and free her please." Without hesitation I stepped into the green light water. The water is deep as I am completly submerged. But to my suprise I do not see light. I see complete darkness. For the moment I begin to panic. But then I see a small speak of light at the center of all the darkness. It begins to grow and spin about itself. I then realize that it was a heartbeat. What I was seeing was a beating heart in the darkness. I cannot begin to tell you how beautiful it was. It grew brighter and brighter with my presence. Then a body started to take shape around it. Only in darkness could I have seen this...
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
In general the idea of oneself is false
people change,
personalities stay behind with the people you meet
and, return once you see them again
all closely related but never the same
I find myself unknowingly playing this game
this act can hurt, even break up relationships
however the ecused can be completly blind
the mixing of cliques can be a rude awakening
friends can be strangers
people change.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
Your enchantment was a spell to my heart, along to everyone else who's ever been unlucky enough to cross paths with you,
The world loved you,
It kissed you every night and drowned your ***** secrets so that no one could see through you,
But you could never really love anything back.
I watched you destroy me every single day,
I wanted to get away,
But your soft touch felt like a sweet lullaby kissing my ears,
And just like a lost, fragile soul,
It always lingered me back to you.
You starred at me with eyes that made me feel like I was the only one you've ever loved,
And when you held my hand,
The bitterness inside me seemed to fade.
If I had known back then,
That you'd hurt me the way you have,
I never would've gone back.
But then again,
I was so certain it wasn't all in my head,
I still would've stayed and braised myself for a heartbreak.
Now I'm lost and you're looking for me,
I haven't got anywhere else to go,
But if I stay where I am today,
You'd only use your hypnotic ways,
To make sure that I never go away again.
But you don't do this for me,
No,
You can't stand the fact that I'll be the only one in the world who you can't get to.
You've left me completly destroyed,
But I've learned to run with a broken leg and a bruised body full of scars that I once believed I could call your love,
But you could never really love anything back.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Sore and tired
But with a smile
See the world
In a hole new
Way
I know it's hard
I know it's long
But I am completly
Willing to play this
Song
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
Whats left from the ball game
I walk through rows of soggy buns
And deluted beer
No one finishes:
Conrad creates a trash bag pancho
Brandon finds an unopened can of beer
Stephens still engaged to spider women
And the carboard folds like a soft taco
When I stuff tarter sauce in my water logged trash bag
I under stand trench warfare completly:
My toes are drowining
Andrew thinks hes a dog
Dwain gave up drinking six years ago
Allens speaking gibberish (we still love him)
I dont know why
Were here.
Each of us wear the same caps
Like a team of washed up minor league players
wondering why were still here
Even more when we have to work for the rain.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC