"continuosly" poems
We have been kicking it for a minute or yhu can say a while
I love everyhing about yhu from ya laugh to ya smile
Time goes by I find myself continuosly asking that question yhu relunctantly turn down
but you don't want to stop messing around
You like us better with no title
Your not my girl, not my wife none of the lubby dubby shyt
But you always come to me when you need that quick fix
I'm patiently waiting for you to be ready
Wondering will you ever be my girl or should I say lady
But you prefere us to have no title
You want no compilcations to what we created things go smooth
You already got ya wife someone already married you
No ring involved just a word with no meaning someone before me has a title ****
So I'm stuck with working hard to move up a notch from just ya friend
You say 'we are better with no title'
Well I'm sick of this shyt I can't take no more
You be my girl or I will permanantly walk out ya door
I am willing to let go of the sex,laughs,conversation no more of my time will I waste on you
I soon find someone to give me what you was so scared to
A TITLE
Now your ****** I ain't shyt now you hate my guts
Mad at the fact I found someone to return the love
You feel some type of way now I have found someone new
And now I'm ok with being just friends with you
Your right we don't need a title
See I got tired of asking, wanting, and waitng
So yes I went and found someone that would love to be my lady
Now I have a girlfriend, you want to be that so you make a rival
All your screaming ranting and raving in the beginning your the one who said we didn't need a title......
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
I am electron
You are positron
I am moon
You are sun
Me, winter
You, summer
Yet continuosly turning in a dynamo twist
Burning, cooling, forgetting our places and time
We forgot, totally forgot.
This is the rule of the Universe:
The opposites are destined
To make the world go round
And shake it
Tremble it
In a bursting ball of passionate fire!
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
I'm starting off agressive because I'm sick of this ****
You seem to have more excuses thn a crack head *****
Either your going to the store or out with your friends
And today for the 7th time you walked the dog again
Lies
Quick thought travel to the mouth and released thru the lips
As I watch ya mouth move I know its all bullshyt
No way in hell you been to work all week and your missing 2days pay
**** right I know ya hours, clock-in time, and hourly wage
Why the lies
You continuosly try to pull these wools over my eyes
Oh yea she ya cousin from ya father side
I know its bullshyt I see no resemblence at all
And I saw the look in her eyes when I kissed you as she walked off
Your lies
Has put you in a compromising position with me
Sick of your lies ya stories my once blind eyes now see
Here's wat you do take ya going out with ya friends, dog, and shopping sprees
Don't forget ya missing days paycheck, and cousin who don't like me
And step
One foot in front of the other ***** salute
March out my life cause I'm done with you
Yea I kbow its a rude way to say good bye
But you ****** up the day you thought it would be better to LIE........
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:50 PM UTC
That shrill, screaming pluck of a string,
it sends vibrations through the air.
Bouncing off the wall and back in my ear,
but it lingers for awhile.
All the while hindering my thoughts.
My axe rendered from powerful timber,
leaking sounds that drip from the neck
like the sweat from my grip.
She rests angelically on my hip,
only to be stirred once more by an earth-quaking strum.
I begin to hum to compliment her sound,
our hearts aggresivley pounding together
and feeding like leaches off of our love for one another.
My bleeding fingers teach me to ration,
but it's futile.
For the beautiful sound is far too addictive to quit.
And my hopelessness is indicative of my lonesomeness.
As my instrument moves in, all else is lost.
Love, but at what cost?
I am being consumed,
though content with my doom.
Continuosly, plucking furiously alone in a room.
My one and only legitimate fear,
I may wake one morning without ability to hear.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
I like the nastiest bars,
Those where the waitress is called names
But she doesn't care 'cause she's too kind
And tries to keep it all clean for 400 a month.
Those bars have drama
Whole worlds and stories continuosly entangling,
Whisky on rocks, vomits and shouts
Here comes Rita the waitress to clean it all again;
Dogs bark in the streets
Women cry in their beds as men get drunk
And kick the innocent trash can over a discussion about gibberish.
The loner cat lurks the street at night
Hunting for hamburgers that fell off the trash can,
The drunk men start a fight,
'Here comes the police!' 'Run-run!'
One falls, gets the blame and a free trip to county jail,
Three others join a party and feed the ******
Money and **** --- tails.
Finally, the last one goes home
To beat the crying wife over the same junk
And the repressed anger only a coward can hide.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
My body is just as exhausted
as my mind, at the moment
I did this to myself
and I'd do it all again.
Walked miles and miles
for a lost cause,
for my fragile pride,
for days long left behind.
A hammer continuosly hits my skull,
I'm being aggressively whipped inside
by the consumption of my own beer,
by the consequences of my own night.
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 8:59 PM UTC
sorry mama for my pride
ignorence im sorry for your
incedent at the bridge my lord saved
your life may lord God be your superhero
continuosly for all the days of your life
THANK YOU LORD FOR SAVING HER LIFE
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
The proof of His love didn't just stayed and ended on the cross,
For His love continuosly present in all generations.
"Have you know His name?
His name is JESUS CHRIST"
m.V.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Here we are
Grey waters
Swells heaving
Crashing continuosly
Over, over, sinking
Lost, capsized
In an ocean of feeling
Such bitterness
Cold, grey waters
My world, our ship
Taken, torn,
Slipping in
Capsized, feelings
Going down with a ship
A lost cause
Because of you
Sails lost winds
only to be torn apart
when winds of change hit
breaking masts; match sticks
to the crushing weight
of your caress
the lack therein
Abandon ship
A chance if only
Gaining purchase upon
Or cling to foolishly
a fractured fragment
of the lost
the capsized emotions
gasping, choking, calling out
Washing up on the shores
of an island of confused loss
Capsized in an ocean of feeling
lost.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
she was screaming for help on the inside, but smiling out the outside she was like a flower dying but she still looked like she was shining bright she couldnt keep living so she left with a smile on her face. now noone knows how you feel you cant sleep because you have flashbacks even though you didnt see it. you imagine it. you hardly noticed her. but you had conversations with her and know your hurt because of her and you feel like you dont know how to get through it. you put your head down because you dont want to see the world you dont want to see people being happy because you know thats its only going to hurt you a million people say that theyre there but no matter what im always going to feel alone. because noone understands the thoughts that are continuosly going through my head
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Here we are
Grey waters
Swells heaving
Crashing continuosly
Over, over, sinking
Lost, capsized
In an ocean of feeling
Such bitterness
Cold, grey waters
My world, our ship
Taken, torn,
Slipping in
Capsized, feelings
Going down with a ship
A lost cause
Because of you
Sails lost winds
only to be torn apart
when winds of change hit
breaking masts; match sticks
to the crushing weight
of your caress
the lack therein
Abandon ship
A chance if only
Gaining purchase upon
Or cling to foolishly
a fractured fragment
of the lost
the capsized emotions
gasping, choking, calling out
Washing up on the shores
of an island of confused loss
Capsized in an ocean of feeling
lost.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
In the midst of conversation
A top conversation,
Atop conversation
What do we speak of ?
Something quite brand new...
Processed so late.
But, in the moment a blend of Hues.
Simply shades that have no name.-
A painting nameless
But, purely painless
trapped in a circle of jargon.
I'm sure I'll hear that car again?
it was implied...
Smoke in the face
A massage, noises I cant recreate
A simple serenade of two.
But not sure which fire Would choose.
These Chones are cute-
A challenge
Burn!
I feel it coming.
A breath on coals.
It Burns
Continuously Burning me
Continuosly mocking me.
under the breathe I heard the. Words.
It would never be so.
The rush came and the.
Rush will go.
Was it all real.
An assumption that feeds the mold it fuels it self and eats me whole.
Words only to describe the gestures that keep it alive
the exchange of words. Would never be comprehended.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel as if I'm in a race with my own thoughts.
Instead of me beating them,
they continuosly beat me.
And turn my habits into addicts.
Leaving me speechless.
Now its hard for me to form my thoughts into sentences,
And my emotions into thoughts.
How exactly do I decipher my thoughts into a language that I can translate?
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
I scream in my sleep
thinking of that creep
now that I finally have you
I cant even touch you
he tied me up and torchered me continuosly
but you found me and killed he
sometimes I tell myself you should've let me be
but maybe I was ment to die
even though you tell me it's a lie
but now I'm free I realise there is nothing here
nothing I can actually bare
I go to the clubs I "share"
you say you'll always be "there"
but you wont you will never be "there"
when I "fought" for my life i never had something to push me to go on
I dont have a daughter nor a son
he had taken everyone, everything
I remeber I sat there hearing the birds sing
I remeber how much I wanted to go right then and there
so when you say you'll be "there" you'll never
be there
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
While enjoying a good bottle of beer,
A close friend of mine told us:
You should all practice
"The Art Of Not Giving A ****
I had an immediate idea of what it is about
But I wanted to have a deeper look on it.
As I scroll the book,
There was this one particular line that got me;
"This is why not giving a **** is so key.
This is why it’s going to save the world.
And it’s going to save it by accepting that the world is totally fvcked and that’s all right,
because it’s always been that way, and always will be."
People must take note of this:
Bad things happen and we reach rock bottom,
that's okay!
Stop hating yourself for being so bad and focus on continuosly watering yourself for you to grow.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC