"deap" poems
The perfect child I used to be went to play one day.
she went down this road so very slow,
and ran into a tree.
She woke up later in a strangers house
sitting by the christmas tree.
Oh the fire, Oh the horror, oh what happened to me.?
The pretty little dress around her waist Didn't cover much
Just the nessesities.
her hands were bound behind her back
oh what happened to me?
Just then a man came to her.
"oh darling Don't worry, Don't worry I am not that mean."
he said oh so quietly. to me.
he gave me some water and I fell asleep
I wake to him ********** me Oh, what happened to me?
I couldn't see
I couldn't move
I could only feal what was happening to me
Hours it felt so painful to me, My heart was broken in three.
my body went numb so slowly I could't breath,
Slowly so, so slowly something trickled down me,
Oh. whats happening to me?.
Just when I thaught it couldn't get worse he whispered so quietly to me.
"I've opened your'e eyes so look close although you have none have fun with my son"
and he left me with his son ,
he hit me. he bit me. and oh so more
Then I heard a click and he cut me so very slowly
all over me he slid the knife, Intill everything went black and I died.
written by savannah rawdon just turned twelve
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Sit and stare at that word loe
World, falling deap while I feal so high.
Kisses tell angles lie.
Secret twist behind goodbyes.
Lost truth once found with blood can't cry.
Tore up mess lost hug found bliss,
Gory play on watch can't stay.
Hidden deap if cracked will pay.
SoLO TOLO see it be it,
**** it free it .
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
Room temperature beer,
Petal pink bra,
Grey sweatpants that should be in the wash.
A sip of beer
And then a deap exhale.
Ink smudging my fingertips.
Two pillows,
One person.
One person,
And a lukewarm beer.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
when life lays low no truth stay high.
when they sing i sit and cry,
tore up mess lost kiss sad hug leaning towards the glory mugg ....... SHot * want to know feal free too show,.
twisted truth lays low you know,. deap dead thaught's just want to glow'
it brakes you down as if that clown.
,,,
by the way clown's are different, they get the bad impressions of people that don't really focus on silly things i guess, = ]
they go out of their way to get the attention of people that have time to laugh,
.....the real life....
My life,
Hate, it.
loved it till the moment
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
I'm sorry for hurting you,
I've hurted myself by hurting you.
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry from the deap down of my heart.
I'm sorry,
Yes, I've loved you.
But not that fancy romantic love.
I've loved you as you,
As I will never love again.
I've loved you,
It's in the present past,
I've loved you.
I'm sorry for being me.
I'm sorry for you, being you.
I'm sorry but you are a wonderful human being.
You are a beautiful soul.
/I swear to god/
You are wonderful,
You were wonderful,
You will always be wonderful.
I hope all the best for you.
I hope that you will always
Be you,
Be happy,
Be angry,
Be you.
You are special, unique & wonderful.
Please forgive me,
Please forgive yourself,
Please forgive.
Let go.
And go straight,
Go to your destiny.
Run for it.
You are so beautiful.
I've loved you,
Cause you kept reminding me of Me.
I am special,
Crazy,
And stupid.
But you are not stupid,
Nor am I.
We are special,
Hard & difficult,
But special.
I'm as sorry,
As I am thankfull,
For meeting you.
Sorry, thank you.
Thank you, sorry.
I love me.
I love love.
I love life.
I love being drunk.
--‐--
Ivre
L'ivre
Un livre
Ivre de vin,
De poésie,
Ou de whiskey.
Mais moi, non !
-----
Sorry!
No more whiskey.
I love me.
No more whiskey.
I'm sorry,
Sorry !
I love you,
Sorry
I love me...
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 6:44 PM UTC
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
In a couple years when your 5 kids deap.
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
When you have no money.
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
Instead of that dead beat.
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
The first time he hits you.
And most of all you'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
When the good looks fade away and all that's left is a washed up old man who doesn't truly love you.
Yep, you'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
#############
mud
primeval
oozing
inside
mouths
spit out the
hard part of the
life the first time you
open your lips to be
source
of
screams
to bring voice to
the world in mortal
agony agony
from a voice in
distress distress
that's coming
from. a great
rib of fears fears
so deap thy are
unutterable
soulsurvivor
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
It started with opening my eyes and looking straight ahead.
eventually I turned said head to the left.
(this happens to be the direction my ***** know lives)
then I look to the right and my sense of direction begins.
I learn about forward and backward and the perception of depth.
I percieve things far away that i long for, gain understanding of inevitable death
With both eyes now open my world starts to scale out of hand,
I learn the earth is round.
I am not the only man roaming these lands there are many others like me
treading slowly, roaming with half eaten buffalo screaming "A gods utter profound."
i see the sun rise in the east.
I see the sun dive daily to its death in the west.
I hear the wind coming from the south and take a deap breath.
I scream, "bring it on mother ****** head north and rest.
With one eye open I flick my finger to the death of perception.
goodbye and goodnight my dear sense of direction.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Finding pain deap in the sea
Deep in the heart
8501
Becoming the one, erasing my dumb, feeling what was numb
The green make her come but don't make her ***
Junk days are done
She made me feel good until I found out she was drunk
What a deception I knew I was done
These new girls are trash and nothing but stunts
Why are your sheets so wet? I just wanted some fun
I was destined to pull the trig when I was aiming my gun
My rights could be a lie but I'm still certain
Could be derogatory to the way you're living
Oh well
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
I wanted to write
Something perfect.
But,
“Pobody is nerfect.”
Every sunbaked afternoon,
And rainy day,
Every crunch
Beneath my feet
Of salt and snow,
Every deap breath,
On my way
To an hour of safety.
Did I ever tell you
That I liked to
Stare intently at
The fiber art on the wall
Of the third floor waiting room?
There one that looks like a waterfall,
One that looks like eggs,
And one that looks like
An angry speech bubble.
I remember being young,
And not telling you
The whole truth,
Then growing up,
And shifting uncomfortably
In my chair
While being more honest
Than I knew I could be.
You had a white electric tea ***
On your windowsill,
Kept company
By a stack of colorful mugs,
(The orange one was my favorite.)
I recall sipping tea with you
When I had a cold.
Pobody’s nerfect.
Who is “them”?
Feel your feels.
I am a mountain.
I talk a lot,
And I mean a lot...
I’m sure
You already know that.
But I don’t have the words
For years
Of smiling,
Crying,
And bad words,
Growing up,
Smeared makeup,
My first job,
And learning
To love myself.
I hope you have
A tea ***
In your new office,
And your cat clock.
I hope someone else
Gets to grow up
With your help,
And remembers the things
That I remember.
I’m sure many already have.
Thursday’s were for breathing,
Tuesday’s were for closure.
I’m going to live my life
Carrying your words
Tucked behind my ear,
And I’m going to make you proud.
Thank you,
For the high speed
Emotional
Puberty.
-Layna
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
Finding pain deap in the sea
Deep in the heart
8501
Becoming the one, erasing my dumb, feeling what was numb
The green make her come but don't make her ***
Junk days are done
She made me feel good until I found out she was drunk
What a deception I knew I was done
These new girls are trash and nothing but stunts
Why are your sheets so wet? I just wanted some fun
I was destined to pull the trig when I was aiming my gun
My rights could be a lie but I'm still certain
Could be derogatory to the way you're living
I think
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
HAPPY TRADE
come's back in a smile,
grow's great through out the long mile,
deap is loud through out the walk.
come my way, just please no pay,
... Its not a game this is no play.
I say this is no Good bye,.
whats this i say it's not a lie,.
really no need., no pleed to cry.
when's non left but yet too high.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Autobiography and memoirs
Are more then just a way
To share stories
They can keep family in touch
Sharing yesterday and today
Accolades and glories
When we have passed on
Your memories will fade in to gone
Who will remember our life
Our children, husband, wife
It’s the memories we share
For those to read and care
Told directly by you the more you give
The Stronger your voice will live
With sites such as
Ancestry and family tree
Our next Generation can learn and see
However Only Legacy story can be told
A deeper perspective as we grow old
Writing your autobiography
book of short stories,memories to share
From youth to old age secrets are there
Every emotion from joy to pain
Life’s lesson our refrain
If you choose a memoir to share
A specific time frame is centered there
A detailed event or period Is time
Sharing what you learned
The good the bad exposing the crime
Everybody has a story to tell
Situations create life’s joy or hell
an exceptional life have one
Every story is different Once you begun
I have kept a journal, diary books
since the age 12 twelve I started writing
I was hooked
Capturing the emotion
in the moment
Our heart a deap ocean
its powerful, accurate writing what I saw
Yes sometime exstreamly raw
An actual account what you saw
did ,feel ,the whole ordeal
In some cases
you’ll have to change the names
to protect the guilty
face it, we’re all guilty of something
People like stories
that are based on real events
if you seek publication
Carpe Deim
Time is of the essence
Society is fascinated with
Stories of the past
Your voice, spirit will last
You will be celebrated remembered
A relatable story people will grasp
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
When bright days fade away darkness comes to play.
good days, once bright slowly fade to grey
making good times, once long shorten till they fade.
I've been in places where light doesn't reach and the dark holds me captive for weeks it feels like im bein choked, i can't breathe eat, sleep, speek, or leave.
my screams are muffled more as the pain pulls me deap.
Walking is pointless when you can't seem to see.
asking for help only pulls me further into the deep
Till one day a loved one notices a change in personality..
And for a moment i feel saved, i can once again feel free.
Then later they leave, and you wouldn't believe how fast things change.
When you see a person who's seen as insane remember there in pain.
Its hard to talk to them because they don't see things the same as you and me.
But the saddest thing is that there much more likely to be profits and see earths beauty, understand arts meanings and spend time on simple things.
Life isn't easy and never will be but before you judge me for feeling dark remember you also have a heart.
the mind is a muscle and we work it hard so feel lucky yours hasn't fallen apart.
Billions of people live on earth's yard so how can we discriminate on those who have it hard.
Im sick of seeing grey every moment I breath because people can't except everybodythey meet
Nobody's the same but masses of people still claim harmony and peace are important to believe.
But fame and money drives everybody including me
Sad as it is we've lost lifes simplicity's and continue to pass on our greed to generations of baby's making people into robots as we lose our own thoughts...
Grey is hard to see thru, and i can barely see
I've lost my brighter day,
it may take a life time but when the world burns its money and stops governments from running our lives than freedoms will open our eyes.
We exchange what we know and what we have between one another in return for what we need,
If we can end the greed we can help the hungry to eat
days will have purpose and people around the world will come from the darkness and finally. see
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
Hand in hand,
Certain emotions go.
Like passion and envy,
Or anger and jealousy.
Like red and green,
They compliment each other.
Passion that fuels the envy.
Full of fire and frenzy,
Pulsating out.
The envy creeping in with tendrils,
A seething mass of resentment and desire.
Anger that provokes the jealousy.
Raging with pain and misery,
Seeping out.
The deap jealousy pooling,
A grasping puddle of hurt and greed.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
as I look into the mirror , I see not only my reflection , along with my reflection is my dark side my demon that I will soon loose control of. I'm dying ,my soul is broken along with my heart and the demons patience soon will be paid of when it finally has control. People will soon see the repercussions of their doings to me they will meet the person ive been trying to conceal, the person who follows me in my shadow , the deap dark merciless fool who lives and feasts on the pain of others. I give up on fighting against him , lately it seams his stronger then I am , strong enough to fight the world and dark enough to destroy the people who try to break me.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Do you feel that?
It’s hunger.
Plain, raw animalistic instinct,
Hunger.
The fat girl wants her fix.
The ex
Skinny
Queen *****
Is hiding away in her room,
Dreaming.
Dreaming of trans fats and sticky
Perfect
Corn syrup,
Of powdered, fluffy,
Luxurious sugar,
And crispy, crinkly,
Crackles on your tongue,
Against your teeth
Deap fried
Junk calories.
While she lusts after that feeling
Of being too full to be awake,
Drifting off into sleep,
Entrancing herself with flavor and sensations,
She pinches the skin over her ribs and stomach.
She rolls the soft fat
In her hands,
To remember.
Remember you’re fat.
Remember you aren’t enough.
Don’t eat.
It isn’t worth it.
Oops,
She opened the door.
The gates have swung open
And out spills grease,
And glorious salt,
And sweet confections.
The sweet taste of self loathing.
That ********
Build up
To the cravings finally being met.
That comfort of knowing there’s food,
there’s food that no one can take out of her hands.
Do you feel that?
Hunger.
Basic survival
Reminder
Hunger.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC