"dejavu" poems
Been ******* ova a thousand times
Result of that is trust isnt on my mind
Thats one thing i dont have
So i kno any relationship i start wont last
I try to believe that your not like my past
But after you gave it all its hard to redo that
I have put my heart on the line
Covered my eyes to lies i played blind
Closed my ears to gossip in the streets
Of her cheating and not claiming me
Who would of thought the one you give your soul
Would trade it for what they thought was gold
Make you out to be the fool when time of approach comes
And i loved her so much i believed her how dumb
So now you come in singing a song i have heard
How you would love me forever and my heart you wont hurt
Sorry to be the barrier of bad news
But i must be real and say i dont believe you
Yes i heard you when you said you'd love me on dieing knee
And your promise to never cheat
But your words are oh to familar
I have dejavu with your words this is a bad delima
Trust isnt something i can give easily
As well as my heart my mind cant you see
Take it slow with me i cant go fast
I refuse to get out of us what i did in my past
I be ****** if i get hurt again
Having to hear gossip from my friends
I will not hold the sign of pain any more
Before i go thru it again i will show you the door
I dont want to wait up at night for you to walk in
Or get scared when i see you around another woman
I want to be free of playing the fool
And to be honest i just want to love and be loved without trust issues
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:25 PM UTC
I have dejavu
Why do things keep repeating?
I have dejavu
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 6:15 AM UTC
For all of them, greatness ekes not on goodness,
but on mysterious and spectacular humility,
semitism cradled from epileptic Tehra,
Hebrewism from Abrahamic despair,
Jewry from shrewd Israel of Isaac,
Christianity from lame footed jesus,
Islam from an epileptic desert oat;Muhammed,
Africanism from warped emotionalism,
Hinduism a mere avatar of godly imaginations
all these calls for a pious dejavu
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Oh hello again
Familiar feelings
Feelings of vacancy
I remember
When I thought
I could fly
I remember
Learning about
Gravity
Hello again
Old feelings
I remember
How empty I was
I remember
Floating
It only lasted a sort while
Then time went by
As I was deflated
Falling is a familiar feeling
This desire keeps coming back
It wont escape me
Every single dream
Emptiness escapes
I suffocate every time
Mistakes keep coming back
One after the other
Rows and rows
Reminders
Of the emptiest time
In my life
Why
Do
You
Keep
Coming
Back?
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Broken glasses beneath my roots
Scattered memories of a girl I knew
Penetrating fragments through my open wounds
Would it be simpler to be abuse
Leaving taints as the march's wind blew
Opening circles of rendezvous
Dreams may now seems like a dejavu
Was it really you the girl I knew
Now just became part of the muse
The girl I once knew
©2014 Maman Screams
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
I had seen this
A dream
Now I feel this
reality of the dream
was my dream true
or I see future without clue
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
Here we are again
this cross road again
passing the beginning
and collecting nothing
A chance card is all we have
Maybe this time
Maybe not
Here we are again
Dejavu... my friend.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
~For Baby Beast
It started out,
With what it could have been,
What we could have done,
And what I could have said,
It may be too late now,
But better late than never.
I stand in the shower,
As if my mind was traveling through time,
Creating new puzzles and challenges,
That fulfill my nights.
What once was,
Will never once be again.
I stand and think,
As water drips down my neck,
I remember of those rides,
When it was raining outside,
And I looked through my window to the sound of Dejavu,
Just imagining what I could be.
Long cold thoughts,
For my body to feel relieved of the pain.
Long burning waterfalls,
For my body to never love again.
I once heard that we make our own luck,
At the time it sounded nice,
I tried saying it a couple of times,
But never came out the same,
Sometimes it was for help,
Sometimes it was for knowledge,
And sometimes it was the answer.
I walked in the shower,
Loud voices screaming to the sound of Lund,
I closed the doors and the storm started,
The ceiling was the cloud,
The shower was the rain,
My fears turned into acid,
As my tears turned into steam.
I remember feeling my stomach crumble,
My hands shaking,
Eyes sweating,
I hit the door the first time,
The second, she came into my mind,
It felt so real, so real that I could hear her laugh,
Begging me to hit her,
But crying for me to help her,
How could I hit such a beautiful being?
I want my voices to be heard,
Want my screams to be considered,
Want my sweat to be seen,
And want my poetry to be read.
Sometimes I swallow my own nothing,
Feel the emptiness bouncing,
Feel the guard calling,
I created my own little world,
For those who fear,
To escape and explore,
The beauty of my mind,
I see, a clearer world,
With no belongings and no money,
Simply a pen and paper,
A world with no rulers,
A world in which you feel,
The same old sad stories,
But with a happy ending,
With the dead walking freely,
And their causes flying swiftly,
With a pretty bird by my side,
And a bright blue sky that cries.
As I walk through the main forrest, I see a very tall hill,
And so I walk and climb,
For him to be satisfied.
As I approach the top,
I hear a familiar voice,
That sounds like the one,
But screams like the two.
My mind is now back to the lab,
Where thoughts come and go,
Water keeps dripping,
And tears keep sounding fake,
This so called shower,
The one in which I sigh,
For my life to become so high,
That no shall be capable to buy.
I now stand, one thousand feet in the air,
Yet still hear Broken being sung,
I once again, open my eyes,
And check the time for answers,
Dry myself and walk,
As now I face a detective,
“Why the long showers, my dear?”
Well, that’s where my mind finds peace.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
And yet it was better than ever.
well, so there is the mystery solved
the case of : who would be there to be there
and yet
I had dejavu, of joking with you about
making pizza, while we were making love
simply the truth tho, make me more than happy
end this skin and bone, lets both get some meat
and ask up front, end it at the right time
real to the tenants , unluckily bellow us
uncertainty, this trust on a whim
no matter how far you live
trust on the fact of this
at first sight
no
>
********
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
Demagogues of our society; daftly delivering
disarming delusions of decrepit delights.
Dealing in powder, rock and liquid death,
demurely doled out in droves to the
willing unconscious, dysfunctional deviants
of the land.
Blindly offering devotions, flaccid devotions
to plastic, white collar deities; giving new
definition to internal deformity, through
decelerated dejection.
Desperate and emotionally dismembered,
defrauded by quick, cheap decadence,
debauchery, and mental decay in many
deliriously delicious forms...pick a flavor,
name your poison!
Delegate your defect, as those with
doctoral degrees in defunct traditions
do deviously delineate their demented
designs...for our future.
DejaVu?
Perhaps, but in fact, it is we
who sniff, inject and drink up their drivel,
decidedly and dutifully depleted of
intellect by way of dubious data.
Duplicitous dullards...sanitize and
deodorize their fiendish lies...as we,
WE do nothing!
Not enough of us dumbfounded or
dumbstruck by their deceitful smiles.
Full of dread and deep dismay, by
the statutes of the day...I, for one,
will dream of better days, when we
shall defeat these diabolical demons.
But for now, down beaten, downtrodden;
we will continue to be denigrated for
the duration.
Clever dissection; dumb as they want you
to be,
disparity of all creativity...individuality...
and all of your rights...controversially.
Our disgruntled displeasure doomed...to
fall on dormant hearts...and we,
debilitated and daunted, lives dismantled,
are now forever haunted, by our freedoms
demise...by days we could question
their smiling lies.
Demagogues; Big Brother...such delinquents
dosing up the masses with a deluge of powder,
rock sedation and liquid elation...pick your flavor,
name your poison.
At the end of the day WE are ONE...duped,
defaced, defeated...and to continue on this
road, our final denouement will come
disturbingly disguised...as DEATH!
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
I have rolled four big wheels
hung on a freaking clock tower
Unsheathed a million craps
I still have zero power.
Consider, I fought on top
of War ongoing,
despite the pain
which I kept hiding.
Still the world shunned
the movement I rippled
cuz they don't give a ****
even after I've made myself a *******
Oh, I'm sorry, has peace been signed?
Hmmm.... a sense of dejavu, I think.
I remember what history has shown:
Always being signed by ******** ink.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Taking over.
No need to brag.
Ya'll compared to me,
I am a different breed.
Thinking that you are big and bad
but you ain't even in my league
Cut that small **** out
or get TAGGED
and become a memory.
Words of wisdom
order of fellow OGs
Keep your friends afar
a closer eye on your enemies
Trying to help these
babies live their dream
What we represent is
bigger than any team
in a your field of vision
perspective of a side mirror,
everything you see, is not as it seems!
Always Grinding Never Sleep.
You fools be getting lost in CREAM!
I Battle with both sides of me
Breaking limits, beyond dimensions
Dejavu Detrimental Disaster
I'm a living monument of duality!
Talk that noise, render your abilities.
Surrender to everything
you pretend to be.
Isaiah prayer for all my people
So please proceed cautiously
Play with my fire and
I'll SET IT OFF
NOBODY IS STOPPING ME!
Kakashi activated sharigan
This is not what you want
I breathe fire hotter than
hell inside the sun!
Giving no option to run
Been like this before the hunt!
promise you on everything,
I am not the one!
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
i look around and have seen this all before,
we tell ourselves we discovered something new,
but we have lived this all before.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Escape
My belly emerges above the ripple in the water
While the rainbow hue of small delicate bubbles pop the moment they make contact with my skin
Exposed the goose bumps grow around my areolas
I think of the small toes
Bumping, tickling the inside of me
While a heart beat
Moves rhythmically with me
How the butterflies sing me to sleep when
Her eyes glow
A burdening row of uncontrollable
Addicting
Protection
I watch as his fingers trace the porcelain
The water cascades in
Roaring, boiling
My lips purse together
While the steam
Emerges from the ends of the mug
Water dripping down my shoulders
Pooling at the ends of my hair
Breathing deeply
Embody
Eternity
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
no advil - my brain is swollen and throbbing so often its uncommon
its dejavu
perhaps even karma
i guess i should take the blame
and apologize -
just so things will be
erased, than put in the past
and a clean slate will emerge
one more time
in this vicious cycle ive commited myself too
Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 6:50 PM UTC
Vacancies left by death
are realized in life.
We wander across worlds
over time, dismissing the old
but there are some worlds
which we do not leave behind
and its the collection of these speckles
that make us realize the symphonies
camouflaged under the monotone of mundane.
Its these speckles that intoxicate us into nostalgia
and dejavu .
and yet its that one speckle that covers our eye
a rising sun that romanticizes the sky
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Luces de una noche igual,<br>
digan como el reloj quebrar.<br>
Distantes; dime esto no igual.<br>
Como... ... <br>
<br>
Hayar sentido de la casualidad.<br>
dia noche dia noche dia noche<br>
dia noche dia noche dia noche:<br>
dos partes: Dos: Uno, uno: Uno.<br>
<br>
Trabajo, descanso, algo mas,<br>
trabajo, descanso, recrear,<br>
trabajo, descanso, estudiar,<br>
trabajo, descanso, descansar,<br>
trabajo, estudio pa'trabajar;<br>
Descanso descanso pa trabajar<br>
<br>
Dos. Dos. Dos. Dos. Dos: tres.<br>
Tres, uno, ono, uno, uno: dos.<br>
Luces que no sea casualidad.<br>
Noche ya dejame descansar.<br>
<br>
Luna tu no importas vete ya.<br>
Luces que secreto esconderas, <br>
ooo favor que se algo mas;<br>
No... Estupida! maquina . . . . . .
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
We're done here i cannot carry you around with me anymore...
At least not like this...
Not in the form of guilt for tearing us apart so long ago...
For making you cry...
I need to let this go...
Even if it has been the only way we can be together...
Probably why i held onto this for so long...
But this needs to end...
Today...
This is the second time i've said this to you...
Dejavu...
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
The world is grey.
Well...slightly more so now.
The nerve endings have healed.
Yet the numbness has lingered.
I stumble on my own feet getting out of bed.
Is it that hard to believe I’m simply.
Average.
I get more lost with compass in hand.
Although I can tell you how to find north.
Theoretical knowledge always worked in school.
But my life mentor is absent.
What happens when there is no teacher in gym.
A bunch of kids wandering the grounds.
Some fighting.
More aimlessly wagging their tongues.
Trying to figure out the social heirarchy.
Then there is me.
Smoking a cig at the edge of the property.
Day dreaming of past events.
Even then I secluded myself.
Unknowingly laying the ground work for the next ten years.
Countless routines repeated with different faces and surroundings.
Sometimes even the words would transition into the other.
In those moments I was living faux dejavu.
Losing my mind to my own reflections shadow.
If only I had read the letter My past self had written to my future self telling present me to listen to the mistakes I already made.
Maybe things would have been different.
The possibilities is what destroys the intellegent mind.
Not pain.
It’s the “why”.
The only question that will truly have no answer if asked enough.
And I can’t seem to stop asking.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC
Ideas come like a pistol gun,
One click on the gauntlet,
Snap, it is gone.
Some thoughts are like birthmarks,
Forever they're established,
like a sculpture on a tree bark.
In our life we have a lot to think,
better be strong,
better swim or you'll sink.
daily living, We have to serve ourselves,
as well as others,
who make life out of our shelves.
Their are places that seemed sanctuaries,
the ambient surroundings,
dejavu, good old memories,
But some places gives us despair
hopeless grin, in and out
of our closet bin
Only Few People care on what we feel,
They come and go,
whatever has got to deal,
better keep your feet down on the ground,
stay on levels,
all can change in a speed of sound
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:22 PM UTC
im lost and comfused. i dont know what to say i dont know whats wrong inside me. Questions and fears repeating on my mind like a dejavu. Regrets and agony in my chest and burned inside like a ritual crest. Lies with a sharp toungue but with a heart filled with stitches and cuts. Telling a girl lies saying its love but truly i just see it as lust. Why do i play this game if my heart belongs to one? You cant replace a girl you gave your heart to . But its harder to forgive yourself knowing because of you. You lost the woman of your life all because you dint know how to say no and wasent selfish for your own. There aint a day i dont think about you. There aint a time where i just lay down and remember every little thing about you. All i can truly say is someday. I hope you can forgive me.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Exemplifies everything we try.
Purgatory trapped in dejavu tells a story.
A time warp to another place.
Different years past, present, & future erase.
To cease to exist from this time & space.
No recogination in my face.
Paroled to abuse victims to use.
For themselves solely to amuse.
Insanity has blown a fuse.
Innocence & development is confused.
Never an essential priority.
A false undeserving authority.
It shouldn't of happened to us.
A stranger "mom" mistakenly trust.
Corruption & sin confines.
A hellish nightmare of mine.
Could not foresee to prevent this crime.
Unspeakable at the time.
Disbelief of this unstoppable grief.
I can feel what is real.
Unbelivable & inconceivable the past can't heal.
Of what is real & what is fabricated.
Blurry, foggy, memories that's debated
No perception of time that is waited.
Delirious, confused, & dehydrated.
My agenda & purpose is contemplated
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
You are the thought
that i have in mind
as i watched the sunset
and felt my heart breaking
You are the pieces
of my broken down dejavu
that plays in my mind
constantly on repeat
The thought in my mind
The music in my ears
The art for my eyes
The ache in my heart
But at the end of it
Ive learned to love the night
And how the moonlight kiss your face
And the stars shining bright for you
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
If I had one wish I'd go back to the beginning none of this stealing kisses and mischievous sinning
way back before I ever had feelings, for you now it's my problem, I'm dealing. I had it up to here with my emotions through the ceiling
you left a nasty sun burn and now I'm peeling. Your radiance overbearing and non concealing.
I'm lost without you but I lack direction. I've spent too much time looking at my reflection. Hoping youd appear ever again was my misconception. I loved you in more ways then one, back when we were friends trying to have some fun.
I wont lie because I do miss you, the fact that I feel this way is not my issue.
Its that it came to an end so quick and abrupt cant you see I miss you, do you give a **** Dejavu yes we meet again, another time another place for me to rewind yet another friend.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
I grew up realizing perfection doesn't exist
But if it does, I think you are the closest meaning of it
Your hair again falls stylish without effort
Your dimples showing off
Your music tickles my soul
It touches the very strand of my allured mind
Your shine is more than enough
To light up my world forever- like in movies
I couldn't forget the day I saw you on the screen
You are making the huge crowd admire you more,
Without even noticing it,
They shout your name with enthusiasm
As my heart does when I'm never existing to you
Just plain. You and your bass, you set the stage on fire
You hit every note with the so-called "perfection"
I knew it was back then
I couldn't forget every detail of how you looked
I memorized everything I recognized about you
Curly hair, charming eyes, gorgeous dimples
They mean "perfection" to me
Sounds eccentric but my mind is dictating
That we should know each other, we must
Too bad, we didn't. Not even a single glance of dejavu
Our lives resides on different galaxies
No memories, no talks, no interaction - plain nothing
I tried to search our lost, stolen moments
But I got nothing but eyes full of tears
Begging the Divinity to somehow collide our stars
But no. Because I forgot the most important thing
You are the bright star and I am a dead asteroid's dust
A particle unseen in a vast majesty of celestial bodies
All I could do is watch you from here, lightyears away
You are embracing the sun.
A dust like me will never be the sun.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC