"delima" 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
My heart remains invincible ,
My Brain from start was unbeatable.
There is a war going in me ,
Where peace was never affordable,
This disease which I am suffering is untreateable.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
She said 1 plus 1 was 4 ,
But i thought it was us.
See that 4 **** brought up the fus
Cant add 2 more to our mix
that aint the way to fix
Our problems.
Sad thats how we had to slove them.
Swinging in my door came ******
thats what she said
honestly I thought that would leave me dead
It took time to see her tricks,
Starten fights to call me a son of *****
The delima,
What more could I do but to deliever.
Time be lost since then
start out fresh took time to begin,
I been on track
she been on her back,
no more drama
**** now she feelin the karma
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 12:46 PM UTC
Take center stage
in this play called life.
where the script is
lost to you
The main act
is your self destruction.
For all the world to see
Your dagger held close
scars spanning every inch of skin.
Should I end it? Should I stay?
The ****** of this life's play
Bring it down to your wrist
the pulse rising as your delima grows
the world holds its breath
everything slows down
The turning point
throw down the dagger
it clanks to the wooden floor
Stand on this stage
look life in the eye
I quit it with the suicidal recital
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
I wish u were always there with me
In my present and history
But u only dwell in my thoughts and memory
As if u were an unsolved mystery.
The mystery which I've to solve
For I need to get involve
With my mind heart and soul
Before it defeats me at all.
I wish u were always there with me
And all my faces u could see
Shower upon me your mercy
And from this delima set me free.
Dilemma to hold on u or let u go
Vipe your thoughts at a single blow
Its not difficult for me to do so
But the rebellious heart in me says no.
I wish u were always there with me
For the sake of my heart only/heart's glee
Oh please listen to my plea
And give me the reson to be happieee.
-NIRVANA
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
A few words I nibbled off
The back of my hand
They said
"Flow in the river"
I could not understand.
My feet went for it anyways
Nothing showed confusion
So my hands played the drums this way.
My new affiliation.
I'm afflicted with the rhythm of the river
It's tempo is fueling this fever
I can't awaken until
The growing Weaver
Recides in this flowing river.
I am stuck in this desire
I'll write the epic to our delima
The one where you are unwavering
I am stuck in this desire,
To love my unchanging river.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
He gasps and and exales with his cheap door open.
I have a delima because...
How can he trust my honesty.
We watched our son replay a delusion
How can we sit and tell him reality doesn't mean eternity.
I'm only close...
He holds his licked breathing, one bridge could hold his body in a
White pearly coffin.
No matter how he grows my husband forgets he is crazy. Some how jobs go awry, jokes, humor, pleasure and reality mean: he will die toothless and unhappy.
I told him in a truthful drunken nite:
You are homosexual because I never watched you kiss or grab a can of red paint. He only works for his drunkedness. But he gets better, because he want the music he can't transpose. He wants something he can't understand to translate Into genuis. I am a mother...
I am a women who can die from bee stings.
I hope he comes home before I fall asleep.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC