"crys" poems
I met a girl named Ana
she is beautiful in every possible way
her body is perfect, and she was
determined to stay
I made a friend named Ana
she promised to tell me her secrets of perfection
what I didn't know wouldn't **** me
until it led to addiction
my best friends name is Ana
she's always talking to me
recommending to skip two meals
maybe even three
I hate a girl named Ana
she promised me pleasure
instead I feel dead inside
it's nothing but torture
I'm prisoner to a girl named Ana
please, somebody listen to my silent crys
I can't speak my own mind
help me before I die!
my murders name is Ana
she made me starve, she made me weak
death wasn't the solution
I tried to seek
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
they write about her im the toilets.
they call her a ****
they mock her.
they make her hate herself.
everything she is, everthing shes become.
its their fault.
she crys herself to sleep at night.
wishing she could change.
wishing the scars would fade.
wishing she could fade.
wishing she hadnt done the things she things she had.
wishing.
wishing.
wishing.
just wishing she would die.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
The sea gave off a cry tonight,
It plays home to a child,
Her father threw her out of sight,
The sea swallowed her, so wild.
Her mother pushed and screamed all day,
Until the sun shone twice,
The blood would flow without delay,
Her grip was like a vice.
While pain would ebb and flow for her,
She knew her life was slipping,
But he refused to let her go,
The fear was ever gripping.
When finally the child was born,
And mother gave a sigh,
The father cleaned as best he could,
The mother closed her eyes.
A wail crawled from the fathers throat,
A pain beyond compare,
He'd lost his only love that night,
To love this child, he could not bare.
He struggled down the beach, that night,
With baby wrapped in cloth,
He swore up to the lord with spite,
And stepped in to the sea- like froth.
The sea crys out in pain tonight,
It's tears make waves, so wild,
A life, just barely started off,
She plays home to a child.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 8:15 AM UTC
There once was a boy from Nantucket,
who would rob and steal for them duckettes.
One day while ganking a purse,
he ended up on his back in a hearse.
Now Mama crys and wails at church,
while his boys pour 40's from where they perch.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 3:40 AM UTC
by the seashore
(by the seashore)
sits the soft decAy.
breast laden frames 1by1(in neat rows)
unquenchable olive flesh thirsty dirt
devour
but sotoo there is this:
in the beneath quiet quays
the green darkness pulls ugly
gull crys oily wings from hideous throats
virulent diseased avian beak *****
exhaling billowing bacteria
plume
disgusting riot of feathers
white grin bleached pearl bones repose sandy drug
and all the children laugh horribl e to spread sickly
f
ingers
by the seashore
erohsaes eht yb
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 11:10 PM UTC
A raindrop floats down from clouds of grey.
It seems to be cry Night and Day.
Help me O Help me it pleads as it falls.
Spiraling, drowning, falling, raindrops.
It crys and weeps the sky.
The raindrops its tears. The sky it's face. The clouds its eyes.
Spiraling, drowning, falling, raindrops.
Raindrop O Raindrop why do you cry?
I cry for the stars. I cry for the sky. I cried for my life but not anymore.
Why O Why did I ever die.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
I Can Smile, But Not be happy
I Can Cry but because i am angry
being lonley,like im drowning slowly
hard to breathe as my heart rushes to catch up to my thoughts
i feel the cold rush down my neck
i can feel you creeping
all your eyes watching as i drag my feet and trip along the road i used to skip down.
the only place ive been hurt like this in this town.
the sneakers that squeak as mine are silent.
the clothes that still smell like the stores, mine the same as they were.
the same everything. i wake, i struggle, i push, i shed but one tear
and tear apart everyone else to protect myself from everyone.
i wish of the things i wish i had. of what i wish i was. of what i wish i wasnt
and whisper into the trees and grass how much i miss you and everyone else i have lost.
screaming at people who i never should have, loving people i know will hurt me.... unless i hurt them first,
so many first kisses and first girlfriends i have ruined...
so many inults that i said out of a place in my heart that is cold as ice and hard as stone. afraid everyone knows the lies ive told. to create this persona that makes me less of a lame, shame, untame dissapointment of everyone who is related to me....
Let me start over.
let me be the one who never lies.
let me be the one who didnt have to say that they hate someone.
let me love everyone including myself.
Look at me without shame Mom.
look apon me without disgust father.
for i am your baby girl. i am the baby you nurtured into the monster you call a daughter......
no mas no mas mother.....
i am not what you have raised
i am a near blemish in your imperfect yet perfect life.
as we stare each other down from across the table i see the dissapointment in your eyes...
the instructers see the lie they call potential...
i am just a shadow in the glory of the boy.... just a twinkle in the firework of YOUR life.
and as i begin to fall to my knees with pain and anger
i think of the people i hurt and wish they could watch me slowly fall into a deep pit of darkness and hate,...
i will sleep to the sounds of their giggles
since i danced to the sound of their crys.
Ill continue to disappoint those around me.
im sorry for the pain and stress mom.
Im sorry for the tears and fear mom.
this is me.
oh so terrible
unforgivable
broken
shaken
shattered
me.......
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
In my deepest moments
i can feel the fear rushing in
i can feel my pain is rising up
i can feel my doubt
coming in faster than ever
and i can feel the weight
of all the words holding me up
by my throat
Giving me no room to breath
and i can feel the hope
leaving me!
these things that used to make me happy
are the only reason for these tears....
yes, i know how it feels
when youve dug yourself so deep
in regret that you cant see....
.... the joy thats been stripped from your life.....
and see
its only harder when
you dont even listen to .....
a word i say
it doesent make it easier
when you dont EVEN KNOW WHO I AM...
ANYMORE....
but when i finally hit my limits
i realize,
that theres a hope beyond
this... crazy pain.
that even in the mist
of your devastation
even in the depths
of your pain,
EVEN in the middle
of your fear,
even in the loneliness of your past,
EVEN
in the loudest
shouting of your crys
in the times
when your pain......
brings your only comfort
...there is yet a hope left uncoverd
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
its
the TV commercials
the fake ****
the campaign trail
the welfare recipients
psychotic shooters
bible thumpers
and athiests
salesmen
gangsters and
special interests
its junk mail
the court system
its the poor paying more
the ignorant
the scared
the recluse
the extroverts
the sales tax
the hospital bills
zombie ammo
beggars making more than me
nuclear threats
starvation
animal abuse
drug addiction
half assery
its the bullies
the police
its advantage
in retreat
the lies
the masks
the crys
the laughs
its all the ******** that ******* annoys me
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
We find our Beloved
In stillness
In peace
In love
In a sound mind
A mind so sound
It does not need to speak
It just is
And in that stillness
In that peace
In that love
In that sound
A river flows
And it washes to The Ocean
Where everything is cleaned
It washes us of our weights
Of our rituals
Our crutches
Our adornments
We are baptized
Then reborn in the heavens
Filled with manna
When the earth crys for water
Heaven releases its holy clouds
And mixes its pureness with the dirt
And the Beloved is reborn
Over and over and over
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
I'm spirialing faster and faster
I need to rid the demons that are taking over my head
Please call over a priest or a pastor!
DeNts dEnTs...three dents in my car
If only I looked behind me
My mind had traveled too far
One bite...just one bite
I want to eat but my brain always puts up a fight
One, two, three,oh God theres more,four five, six
STOP COUNTING!!...the lines....red lines
I cant hold it back anymore!
Drip,drip, drip...tears stream down my face
I shouldve been there for you
I was the one to put u in this place
The world is black, the world is good
Cover my eyes and rock in place
Just like an unstable person would
Tap...tap..tap
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
It's not working, I need my headphones
I open the plastic ....the sharp plastic
Pressing my finger to the point
The pains feels good.....
I put on my headphones
"They are empty, they are worn
Tell me what we built this for
On my way to something more
You're that one I can't ignore!!!
Mmm...
I'm gonna miss you
I still care
Sometimes I wish we never built this palace but real love is never a waste of time."
Close my eyes and listen .....
But they're are still pouring
Through tears is the only way the world finally glistens
Red ....red...I see red
I see blue eyes
I dig my nails into my thighs
to remind myself I'm not dead
My 1 yr old niece crys
and for a brief second I'm out of my head and I can actually stand up and try
Try to be normal, try to hold it in
But when I am alone once more
My depression once again lets panic and anxiety come in
...tap...tap....tap....tap.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC
Our relationship was strong
many things happened this year
I dont know quite
where it all went wrong
I try to connect with you
but you cut me done
Make it all about you
You say I'm making something out of nothing
but that impossible you can only make a something out of other somethings .....
You are my something
I built my life around you
If you liked it,I liked it
if you hated it,I hated it too
But I guess it doesnt matter
The only conversations we have now
is if i lost weight or am fatter
Your love is conditional
i just want to be myself
even if its not traditional
When did you stop loving me for me ?
I gave my life you to
I thought living for you was my destiny
You say I'm selfish
but im alway hiding my feelings, crys and desires from you
To be a good daughter was my only wish
Now I just crave acceptance
I cant live in your shadow
Im done...
Ive served my 18 year sentence
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Stirring up the beast inside,
Keep him caged. Run away and hide.
Cuz if he wakes I can't control,
I'm trapped inside my own black hole.
Screaming where no one can hear,
I'm lost inside my darkest fear.
He stays awake but kills at night,
Make sure there's not a soul in sight.
Keep me chained, tied up with a bow,
Watches while red crimson flow.
Cut me open.
A slash with a knife,
Steal this heart and steal my life.
Laughs at pain of silent crys,
Manipulate with a thousand lies.
Drives me in circles to go insane,
A river of tears, a river of pain.
***** the life right out of me,
Light so dark. I can barely see.
Don't let him escape from your mind,
Tangled me up in ropes he bind.
Every breathe, a struggle to take,
Hide the blood, a smile to fake.
The memory kept on me he scarred ,
Reminds me that he's never far.
Watches his pride suffocate me,
Hang my rope, try to be free.
Death is but drops of blood away,
But scars are here to always stay.
So don't let the beast stir up inside,
Keep him caged. Run away and hide.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Why do we fight and argue
Over things that dont make since
Why do we scream and shout
Over things we cant work out
Why do we have this incessant need to banter and bicker
About every little meaningless insecurity
We scrutinies everyone's lives but our own
Plaster their lies on every visible space
And the skeletons are beating down your vale
Of hidden closet doors
Offer up your educated opinion in your best efforts of advise
For dealing with their misdeeds
And at every turn the skeletons are beating down
Your vale of hidden closet doors
They scrutinies your every move
Cold and calculated to take away your dignity
Until all you have left are the demons they made
And the skeletons are beating down your vale of hidden closet doors
They spit it back in your face
And expect you not to move
Only to leave you standing there
Feeling disgraced and bruised
They created havoc in your life
To be left wandering with no tears to cry
You bottled up every ounce of pain
Wondering the tole your broken laughter would gain
Made many a useless plea
Fall upon many a deaf ear
Let escape many hollow sighs
Wondering if they heard your placid crys
Broke the shattered mirror
For disgust of pieces of battered dreams
Wondering if the skeleton key can be re-cut
Standing behind your vale of hidden closet doors.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 8:53 AM UTC
Thank you for soaking up my tears
I know there have been quite a bit
just this past year
Thank you for absorbing my crys
You muffle my voice
Cradle my face
while I scream "why!"
You have seen the worst
I prayed to die in your embrace
To be saved from this misery
To live left like a curse
Thank you for holding my head up
Even when I had no strength
to do it myself
You stepped in and acted as my back-up
I'm going to find my worth
I'm not no longer afraid
I'm going to live like its my last day on earth
Because I always know you are right there
Waiting for me to come back
Ready to take me as I am
No matter what emotions I bare
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Maybe I should go
Maybe I should leave
Maybe this wouldn't be happening
If I just disappeared
Lifes going down hill
The road to recovery is getting rougher
All I wants to do is cry cry cry
All they think about is why why why
But dont you see I'm missing a part of me
My father passed away
My mother crys and yells everyday
I lose hope of anything getting better
If we were born to die and we all die to live
whats the point of living life i just cant understand
Im not gonna **** myself thats the wrong thing to do
I have a second choice about what to do
I just dont know how to do it
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
The desert
Is dry,
My thirst
Unsatisfied,
May the dew
From the thighs,
Of the motherland
Amplify.
When my lips
Reach to sip
& my tongue
Is fortified,
I cannot stop
Until nature ****
And our beings
Emulsify.
To the just Lord
She crys,
With
Sweet agony
In her eyes,
My mouth
I open wide,
To reclaim
What is rightfully
My prize.
Our hands
Clasped
&
Unified,
We give
Praise
Towards
The sky,
Once her
Convulsions
Turn
Petrified,
And I listen
To her bosoms
Beat
A Morris code
Lullaby,
My heart
Is
now on
High,
So this old soul
No longer needs to be
Spry,
For the flesh
Has had iT’s fill
And I now
Am ready to die…
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
I WENT BACK TO THE CHRISTMAS PLAY
I HAVEN'T BEEN IN YEARS
AND JUST LIKE ALL THE TIMES BEFORE
I BROUGHT ALONG SOME BEERS
IT WAS MY YOUNG SON'S DAUGHTER
WHO I HAD COME TO SEE
SHE WAS BETTER THAN MY SON HAD BEEN
SHE WAS WISE MAN NUMBER THREE
THE STORY, IT REMAINED THE SAME
OF JESUS AND HIS BIRTH
OF HOW THE ANGELS CAME AND TOLD
TO THE SHEPHERDS HERE ON EARTH
THE BOY WHO PLAYED THE ANGEL
WAS SUPPORTED BY A HOIST
HE WAS EXTREMELY NERVOUS
WHICH MADE HIS WINGS QUITE MOIST
HIS NAME WAS DAN AND HE WAS FROM
A TOWN OUTSIDE OF WHEELING
THE HOIST GAVE WAY AND ALL I SAW
WAS DAN SINGH ON THE CEILING
HE LANDED SAFE, THE PLAY WENT ON
AND NO ONE WAS THE WISER
UNTIL A WATER PIPE DID BREAK
AND STARTED SPEWING QUITE THE GEYSER
I SAT AND WATCHED WITH MY YOUNG SON
WE KEPT IT TO OURSELVES
BUT ONE WISE MAN WAS SIX FEET TALL
AND MADE THE OTHERS LOOK LIKE ELVES
I THOUGHT BACK TO THE TIMES BEFORE
OF HOW THE PLAY ONCE WAS
IT NEVER REALLY WORKED OUT RIGHT
AND WE NEVER KNEW THE CAUSE
BUT HEADS FELL OFF AND DONKEYS PEED
AND ANGELS LOST THEIR WINGS
BUT THESE WE ALL EXPECTED
THESE WERE SURELY SPECIAL THINGS
THAT MADE EACH PLAY DIFFERENT
EACH PLAY BECAME IT'S OWN
SPECIAL LITTLE MOMENT
AND EACH ONE STOOD ALONE
NO ONE PLAY WAS PERFECT
BUT NEVER WOULD WE SAY
WE RATHER WOULD HAVE STAYED AT HOME
THAN COME OUT THERE THIS DAY
REMEMBER NOW, SOME YEARS HAD PASSED
SINCE I FIRST SAW THIS SHOW
F/X HAD NOW BEEN ADDED
AND THE BABY'S CRIB, IT GLOWED
THEY TAPED A BABY CRYING
TO COME OUT FROM THE CRECHE
IT WAS THE FIRST TIME EVER
JESUS CRIED LIKE DJ FRESH
THE TAPE THEY USED WAS BORROWED
BUT THE KIDS THEY DID THEIR DUTY
BUT IN THE BACK, BEHIND THE CRYS
WE ALL HEARD "SHAKE YER *****
I CLOSED MY EYES PERCHANCE TO THINK
OF TIMES SO LONG AGO
OF FIGHTING THROUGH THE TRAFFIC
AND DRIVING IN THE SNOW
I LOOKED ACROSS AND THEN I SAW
MY SON HAD DONE THE SAME
I WONDERED THEN IF HE THOUGHT BACK
AND IF THIS WAS JUST A GAME
THE PLAY WENT ON WITH OUT MUCH FUSS
AND WE ALL STOOD UP AND CHEERED
FOR EACH AND EVERY CHILD THERE
AND THE FEW THAT HAD REAL BEARDS
I SOUND AS THOUGH IT IS A WASTE
OF TIME, BUT THEN AGAIN
NEXT YEAR I KNOW THAT I'LL RETURN
TO WATCH FROM EIGHT TILL TEN.
Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
It's funny that those that lives in the best of town.
Find many ways of opinions to put the poor side down.
Only if we check their back ground.
They point out the crimes that seems to run rapidly.
When many of the same things happens in their neighborhoods.
Sure they have up the crime watching signs.
But they gets robbed by their very own neigbors child.
Yes, only if we check their back ground.
Then we would see that there's no safe neighborhoods.
Because all have embellezers and wannabe thugs.
They might be business executive or simple hustlers.
They all share a common bond.
Except it depends on your side of town.
Strange when the rich seems to face justice.
They then try to call upon all their powerful connection.
The mayor, the governor, maybe a judge or a lawyer.
The rich just hates to be exposed.
Because they realize they no better than those they call poor.
The safe neighborhoods are just a smoke screen.
Where many lives according to their dreams?
Scandals, are better in their communities.
Watch them gets better attention then you possibly could think.
Except, when it comes to the news.
Then you find out the rich wealthy folks knows them too.
The group that crys about the public right to know.
Seems to sit upon stories they should have reported days ago.
The group that hides behind secured gated fences.
Fails to realize crime invades them through associates , they came to know.
We , without.
Or those with plenty of.
Shouldn't look down at others.
For, we all have been told.
What goes up?
Eventually will fall.
Judge not, if you won't judge yourself.
Because when push comes to shove.
We must turn to one another.
Don't matter, what side of town.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
iam the girl who sit alone
Iam the girl who stands alone
Iam the girl who crys alone
Iam the girl who talks alone
Iam the girl who walks alone
Iam the girl who speaks alone
Iam the girl who runs alone
Iam the girl who sleeps alone
Iam the girl who eats alone
Iam the girl who crazy alone
Iam the girl who drinks alone
Iam the girl who smokes alone
Iam the girl who wishes alone
Iam the girl who loves alone
Iam the girl who shops alone
Iam the girl who lays alone
Iam the girl who texts alone
Iam the girl who listens alone
Iam the girl who showers alone
Iam the girl who plays alone
Iam the girl who calls alone
Iam the girl who swears alone
Iam the girl who paints alone
Iam the girl who lonely alone
Iam the girl who happy alone
Iam the girl who sad alone
Iam the girl who angry alone
Iam just a girl.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Astro space dust peaking over the bows
Jesters prance across your belly causeing blindness
And practical giants pick your clothes for tonight.
Although we have danced together
Yesterdays lunch backs up our crusades.
The spiked pants have formed a crust
Around the water bed
Filled with the tears of your family.
Your halos burn in the fire of the ages
Scorching the carpet.
Liquor and wine fill the packs
A toast to life is a thirst quenching mission
Taking away our lust and bleaches our skin
Forgotten births spread across the floor
Covered in last nights brew.
The night bodies jangle around under the gauze
Bells toll in the distance but the breath drows it out.
Under the bridge, behind the stores,
In the Inns, out inside.
The physics are catestrophic in their own way.
Crys begin once the breathing stops and the men leave.
Today we are creatures but how did we get this way
Who was the one who came up with the idea?
Don't question yourself
The leopards can't chase you forever
Give yourself to the hunters
They starve another night.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
Close your eyes
try to visualize
in your mind
you're alone
as your body craves
an appetite
to wet your thirst for love
Now try
to imagine
you are caught
in this moment of passion
as your heart beat pulsates
your body
crys out to be touched..
Just say
my name baby
let me enter
into your dreams
to meet you
in your deepest
most intimate desire
My lips
pressing your soft skin
as I gently kiss
every inch of your body
it burns with fire
your yerning
is begging and pleading
to feel me
deep within ahhh....
you and me
are in this dream together
you starve
for pleasure
Baby
what is in your mind
brings your foreseeing
endeavor
your thoughts unleash
this vivid picture
open your eyes
baby open your eyes
An image
appears
as the midnight moon
shines
through the curtain lace
feel me
touching your face ...awee yea
my fingers
running
through your hair
as I pull your head back
and place you against the wall
I kiss your lips
your body
submits
your heart
succumbs so engulfed
in your pleasure
my pleasure is your drug
love is but a symptom
that I crave
but for this moment
I crave you
Baby
so give me a taste of it
I gently bite
and **** on your neck
as slide
my tounge
down to your breast
I hear you
softly whisper
(ahh.. yeah baby don't quit )
your cries
scream out
as your nails
dig deep into me
you are caught
in this moment of passion
Baby
open your eyes
Let's make it happen
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
~inspired by Lar Lubovitch,
gifted to Glenn Currier
who made my eyes water-dance this
morning ~
<>
raise the arms in preparation
for an articulated genteel waving
to keyboard,
an elegant slow descent,
fingers extending, splaying,
but in fine coordinated curvature
for they are 24 carat gold filled fingertips,
word & dance-art~infused
i king and expelling sounds of dancing words,
all over my body
some body part of me,
grasps that the cylinder of ink,
becomes a baton,
single instrument director,
an attaché,
an additive~lubricant,
for all my orifices,
firing rocket-in-the-air bomb bursts
while body in its entirety
motions,
shuckin’ and jivin’
in the prayer~poem first position,
a rock n’ roll motion,
back and forth,
to fro,
holy mesmerized
words run down my arms,
letters drop encased in salt drop capsules,
from the intuition in my eyes,
we see them forming words,
pooling,
without volition,
upon,
all my surfaces, but they
a mere conveyance,
bringing these expulsive explosive verbs
in an ordered fashion,
to your eyes,
intuitively,
asking you
to dance with me,
begging you
to envision me,
hearing the piano maintaining rhythm,
while a violin crys out in a overly long held notes,
concertinas bellowing,
all together quavering,
oscillating, emoting,
and you!
you are reading me perfectly
so we dance in unity
cheek to cheek,
to the song of
our poem,
our words, our tongues,
our entire entities,
rogue kissing
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 8:52 AM UTC
1,2,3,4
she drops her razor to the floor
5,6,7,8
she looks up and says "its not too late"
she throws her razor in the bin
and promises herself never to use a razor for harm again,
months past and shes stressed again
she picks up scissors and grazes her legs
she crys as grazes appear on her skin
no blood just scars.
shes sick of everything
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
My first monster
As the blood drips through the cracks of your fake disguise
Skin peeling off from the fake body you claimed as your own
You wear the face of a friend but the intents of my worst foe
Lust seeping from every pore of your body
My second monster
The face of a man twisted until it hurts
The sound of his merciless crys
Limping slowly towards my bed post
They crawl towards me
And I hold them close because they are just like me
hiding behind a disguise, and withering in pain.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC