"degress" poems
You can run
But you can never hide
From all the tears
And fears you hold inside
Now who is lost
No longer can be found
You made your way down
Three-sixty degress around
Save yourself
It's unreachable
That string of hope
You won't be pulled
What to do
Why are you here
The reluctant hero
It's you, you fear
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
In the set square sat a round
racket of positivity, molecules
cherished in cherry smiles
chimed 18 x 9am daily dongs
a song known through sound and
vision secrets saved in silent cheeks
mothed up in ***** of tremulous tongues
tough eccentrics bull dozing blindly
baked on 1000 degress, ovened out
softened in soap suds, sponged
free, out of site of the black dog who never
wags his tail, hung dog look gallops
through the aisles, hopping hopscotch, set
squares sitting with round racket ruminators
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
There would be more love songs, if only they weren't caught up in hate. Kids leave their futures in bathroom stalls along with the food they last ate. There's no vision here, I watched the stars disappear, behind black clouds created by rejection and fear. Another pill to swallow, not the one the mother forgot to take as she accidently starts a family, no ring, no party, no cake. But the unsubscribed medicine that were all forced to take. You know the one, they claim to take for fun, it's the dose of culture that leaves them burnt out like a post-apocalyptic sun. It's written on the faces of the children, the parents might as well be the ones who **** them. Hold their heads down in the tub, feed them painkillers til they have no feeling, help hang the noose from the fan on the ceiling. Because they're not shown how to love, how to give a hug, but boys are taught to shove their feelings under the rug. And girls to wear as little as possible. not how to be a bride , but man's biggest obstacle. It's a tainted generation, a flaw of the world we live in. The youth of today is captured by the beauty of their ugly sin. Damaged by pain held within, crushed by the weight of anger, trying to lead themselves when what they really need is Him. Him who made all that is good, but is so commonly misunderstood. Who's name made it to the back of money but still doesn't get the attention that he should. It's quite the sickening process, to watch a people degress, to come to terms that my generation is becoming less and less. Culture teaches it's okay to act like a boligerant fool, as long as you don't mention the name Jesus Christ in a public school. But fathers wonder why their baby girls dance on poles while howling men drool and they can't pry their children from a bar stool. Is this how it's planned to be? Always trust the president, keep watching the idiots on MTV? Until the world passes by and the
sun burns out from the sky? I wont stand by, I'll freely speak my heart and my mind. Because I truly believe in change even in these times.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
look at what you bring me to do
to myself
I'm running but it's sinking me
into a deep abyss
where there are lessons to be learned
spirit to confess, thoughts to degress
It's all in your head
its what you do
so quiet this enormas power in the room
I feel it and it pulls my eyes on you
what do you see in those dark eyes
with a cunning to know
wisdoms
beyond speak
There is a cave of wonders
rivers of mercury, diamond tombstones
subdued by the depth of this sea
and it's keyhole is entracning me!
I'm sinking sinking sinking
with an invisible third eye and an attict you gaurd with watchful eyes
I'm staring up into this antique
when I look up into you
and it's watching me
asking what I'd do
Your silence is maddening loud
it brings me in, without steps
I am pulled into your air
I am staring into this deep brown pair
even
In my bed
I feel your energy enwrapping my body before you do
and Hook line and sinking
I am being ****** into you
and youre lost in my dealings
because I need to feel into you
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
It's about 12 o'clock, a midnight
A coldy one...
-25°C degress out there
Creating an Icy land
Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door
I take step downstairs
Without switching the lights
Sliding the doors slowly
Making a creepy crrk sound
No one there
Not even a shadow
Or a single point of lights
I light up my flashlight
But ran out the battery
So I take the candles
Lighting it up and...
Arrggghhh I heard a scream
So creepy and hopeless
A girl
She's not just scream
She's calling my name
I ran and ran
She chasing me
Without leaving any footprints
She is scary
She has no face
She full of blood
Then ****** a knife to me
Then I woke up
From my cold nightmares
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
It can be quick or slow
But Onion Peels got me ready to flow.
I write to read what emotion I live in my path. Who I am. whats been acomplised. It's all just perseption you know.
I a free moving soul. Dancing on a 70 degress breeze, moving through galexies. While my feet sink deeply into roots. I am all of this on my own two feet you are just as I living your peace. Love and hate swirling to mate. But can never be one. So they create friction that sparks dust fate. We are but star dust seeking its source. Forever living in cycles of form because our minds can't concieve being al(l)one.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
A key was gifted to a girl, a special goldon one, one that's worth more then silver and even diaomnds funds, this key is special to a guy. a guy she knows so well, his heart is made of platinum and a little goldon helm, she must also protect his key, with her guidance and her heart, hold it close to her eyes and never let it fall apart, it's special to her in every way, you couldn't nevr even sell it because it makes love in it's own perfect way, it's called the key to my heart, the door to my effection, something most girl's can't find unless they know me as a protection, she's the only one who gets the access, to a room of pure goldon hearts, i just hope she'll hold them to somewhere where they'll always be her start, my heart is a key, for her to open as she pleased, i just hope she doesn't break it and then turn it to a thousand degress, so at the end of the day, you're heart is very precious, make sure it never becomes any other guys effections.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
Talk in quick bursts, fast paced laughter
Always the happy shell or the quiet other
Frantic words centered so on happiness
Bitter remarks hiden by cheerful facade
You thought you knew but I degress
Really quite a nervous thing
with hopes and sometimes dreams
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
Devise your mind to realize the lies told by the disguised. Inform your guys to degress the ties made to this side. Without hate explain to the state of the deformed ways they go about this play. Realize and say I will not obey these deceiving ways.
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC