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"desperatley" poems
senorita her name is ****** living in a half empty cup under neath the stars of a lofts stairs. ****** dances and dreams wonders if life is all it seems as its perceived, questions her thoughts traces her dreams chases the feelings that so desperatley brings ****** to her knees perhaps there is a plan maybe its all just a test as ****** sips her cup under the stairs a man comes and says hey bonita como se llamo ****** she speaks softly and smiles hola senorita he replys
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Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
Senorita
*Much like roots of a tree sprout love molds into what it desires, clinching the one it desperatley seeks everything that makes it whole one who can finish sentences before they are spoke and understand unspoken words never blind to pain nor needs magic hands that soothe the wildest fires within a troubled soul loving no matter how bad the storm is, or how you both shall deteriorate never venturing from one another, or falling into an empty temptation knowing the cost of such foolshness love knows no boundaries, it shines in the darkest of days and grows in the worst of storms*
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
Love knows no boundaries
Because my heart I wear on my sleeve Exposed, helpless, visible for all to see. Each hope of new love, Every dream of a happy ending Naked in a crowd of leeches Watching, waiting for their chance To bleed it dry of every emotion, To **** away the desires of a pure soul. Using their main weapons of silky words, Promises of paradise Whispers of eternity Sighs of ecstasy Shrouded by empty vows of love. Blinding my reasoning with every embrace Every kiss filled with the poison of deceit Your touch leaves me paralyzed, empty Left with a unquenchable thirst in a desert of lies. Left with nothing but an unfillable void A Black Whole devouring every vision of fate or hope Desperatley wanting to believe every syllable
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
"Empty Promise"
Do you ever feel like we are butterflies caught on seperate sides of the window? Each one trying with fluttered desperation to break through that glass Sometimes with an overwhelming feeling of hope that this too shall pass The one on the outside trying desperatley to get in waiting so patiently for things to change and a new life to begin While the one on the inside trying so hard to get out bottling everything in not wanting to scream and shout Both with the dream of spreading their wings to fly not really wanting things to change or say goodbye
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Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 8:58 AM UTC
A Butterfly's life
Whenever I see her tears, It's time to dive right in, and I'm already drowning sinking to the ocean floor of her sorrow, believing I could've prevented her river from flooding the banks, and throwing my life preservior after her before she had gone overboard. The switch of the sun is stuck on off, and the dizzying waves come crashing over my frail frame slamming me below the surface. Haunting stories to never be retold. Nobody there to carry them A firey blaze kept you going then a heart break put out the fire that's been burning for going on 13 years And all of sudden, your tears are bombs Each one that drops from your war zone eyes, narrowly missing me But I'm hanging in there For you But that isn't my story. My story is being the sirens that you could hear coming closer, but that never actually showed up at your doorstep, that one pink leaf that gets flicked off the branch which once promised hope. So you uncoil from under the rubble the foundation of your heart got blasted away Some of it from your own error. Unravel the white flag as I finally make out your figure In all the darkness, I somehow transform to that beacon which is something you've been looking for your whole entire life you've been flung around Time to grab you, hold you tight and wait until the alarms become inaudible summer after summer, I layed there in my world, taking in the fresh air. And this whole time, on another world, held you your misery, your destroyed faith, and the hope you used to treasure. Everywhere you walk, was a graveyard, tombstones and rotted oaks uprooted from your place on the shore where you could look out at all those, And to think.. this whole time, I was just past the horizon, searching for you, trying to be that saving grace you so desperatley needed. If only I could wish all your worries away. Let them become the stars that shine so bright, they outshine the moonlight. Holding you close, Bringing you back into the world of love and promise and security. That is my story. I wouldn't have one without that first wave rocking me off my feet falling a thousand feet down to slam into your troubles.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
Drop Off Fades
Whenever I see her tears, It's time to dive right in, and I'm already drowning sinking to the ocean floor of her sorrow, believing I could've prevented her river from flooding the banks, and throwing my life preservior after her before she had gone overboard. The switch of the sun is stuck on off, and the dizzying waves come crashing over my frail frame slamming me below the surface. Haunting stories to never be retold. Nobody there to carry them A firey blaze kept you going then a heart break put out the fire that's been burning for going on 13 years And all of sudden, your tears are bombs Each one that drops from your war zone eyes, narrowly missing me But I'm hanging in there For you But that isn't my story. My story is being the sirens that you could hear coming closer, but that never actually showed up at your doorstep, that one pink leaf that gets flicked off the branch which once promised hope. So you uncoil from under the rubble the foundation of your heart got blasted away Some of it from your own error. Unravel the white flag as I finally make out your figure In all the darkness, I somehow transform to that beacon which is something you've been looking for your whole entire life you've been flung around Time to grab you, hold you tight and wait until the alarms become inaudible summer after summer, I layed there in my world, taking in the fresh air. And this whole time, on another world, held you your misery, your destroyed faith, and the hope you used to treasure. Everywhere you walk, was a graveyard, tombstones and rotted oaks uprooted from your place on the shore where you could look out at all those, And to think.. this whole time, I was just past the horizon, searching for you, trying to be that saving grace you so desperatley needed. If only I could wish all your worries away. Let them become the stars that shine so bright, they outshine the moonlight. Holding you close, Bringing you back into the world of love and promise and security. That is my story. I wouldn't have one without that first wave rocking me off my feet falling a thousand feet down to slam into your troubles.
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He reads clouds in the sky, sees wind's great works of art. Bobbing gently through each wave, While he floats and dreams in a lake, secretly seaweed wraps around his body. Foggy underwater waves make his mind, body, and lungs set desperatley fighting in a breathing brought war of water and air. The boy is drowining, an idyllic dream landscape lake turned into a nightmare. Slowly as seaweed and currents bring his body to the dark depths of the lakescape, malice endrapes itself through one ear and out of the other; fate. The bubble blood life force of the boy from air, turns slowly to liquid, and his ghost dissolves. Coldness lingers and clawing weakly through frictionless water, lake bottom hits and frozen fingers. This boy's brain beginningly starts disentigrating as it processes the trickle drip flow and ebb of lake currents that sound and surround each thought. He remembers each whispering wave telling him to get in, with the sun beating down, the enticement to drown. And his mother's voice yells to him from a heavenly place, but he knows his watery tomb will become ear muffs for his mother when the depths finally win: will his life force to its bitter end. Back on black lake mud, and the sun framed in waves in the glowing waters above. And the tangled arms of seaweed beckon those that leasure on the surface. Childhood faces and feel good places dissapear from his mind. At the bottom of the lake, this boy becomes himself, with the world's first hinting of trauma, he let his naivity die in a dramatic show, body blows and a new manifesticity to sit by. With each inhale of water, this kid's childhood dies. And by the time he resurfaces, he has lost what it means to be alive.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
Drowning
He reads clouds in the sky, sees wind's great works of art. Bobbing gently through each wave, While he floats and dreams in a lake, secretly seaweed wraps around his body. Foggy underwater waves make his mind, body, and lungs set desperatley fighting in a breathing brought war of water and air. The boy is drowining, an idyllic dream landscape lake turned into a nightmare. Slowly as seaweed and currents bring his body to the dark depths of the lakescape, malice endrapes itself through one ear and out of the other; fate. The bubble blood life force of the boy from air, turns slowly to liquid, and his ghost dissolves. Coldness lingers and clawing weakly through frictionless water, lake bottom hits and frozen fingers. This boy's brain beginningly starts disentigrating as it processes the trickle drip flow and ebb of lake currents that sound and surround each thought. He remembers each whispering wave telling him to get in, with the sun beating down, the enticement to drown. And his mother's voice yells to him from a heavenly place, but he knows his watery tomb will become ear muffs for his mother when the depths finally win: will his life force to its bitter end. Back on black lake mud, and the sun framed in waves in the glowing waters above. And the tangled arms of seaweed beckon those that leasure on the surface. Childhood faces and feel good places dissapear from his mind. At the bottom of the lake, this boy becomes himself, with the world's first hinting of trauma, he let his naivity die in a dramatic show, body blows and a new manifesticity to sit by. With each inhale of water, this kid's childhood dies. And by the time he resurfaces, he has lost what it means to be alive.
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You were doing so well. Almost a week, You couldve done it. Its not your fault, And i dont blame myself, So who should? Today, Sitting at my desk, I spotted the box and Gave in to temptation. Each line i make Represents a way i cant Help you Or myself. A way im hurting others Or myself. I dont want it to be this way And i wish i didnt have to But i do. And everyday i give in, It gets worse. I know i should hate it I know i should want to stop I know it should hurt But i dont And i dont And it doesnt. Every line i make Shows how weak i am. I wish i was the bigger person Who could take my own advice And be smart. Instead i desperatley Count the lines To practice Because i cant focus on my geometry homework And all thats making me do Is fail.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
Big
I can't sleep, though my eyes are weary, I can't eat, though my stomach is empty. I can't dream, though my mind is restless, I can't think about nothing but you. My muscles clenched and aching, My heart throbs fast and strong. the fear that i could lose you, makes my body cry out in pain. I'll try desperatley to hide it, I'm not as strong as you, though i try. Lifes not worth living, without you by my side. The night whirrs and howls, calls to me, but i stay hidden. I don't want what i used to, My future dosn't matter, unless its with you. Do you want other people? Just make the hurting stop, What did i do wrong, to push you away? Just tell me that you love me, That you can't live without me. Even if your lying, I'd rather nto face the pain, the truth, not tonight. Shh; wait for the sun, Idont want to wake up. Let me lie here, Warm in your arms. Kiss my wouds, Heal me, Stop the pain. Be the one i need most, My heart is breaking. carry me through, You promised me you'd keep me safe from pain. I trust you, I love you, I need you, I dont care past is past. She wont have you, Not while i still need you. I always will, Will you?
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC
Looking Back
Woe is me. Desperatley searching for a savior to rescue thee. Patiently waiting for years upon years. Days spent dreaming of who he may be. Wandering aimlessly down empty streets. Peeking around every corner hoping one day we shall meet. Every stumble, every fall My hand reaches up toward the heavens Longing for a strong gentle hand to lift me from the hollow ground. The tower in which my heart is locked away, reaches so high no knight could possibly climb My ballad of love falls on deaf ears cursed by the evil queen desguised as hope unable to wake because true love's kiss may not exist
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
Damsel in Distress
all you had to do was take that little look from me or rather more give me that look of yours come with me cause you know you can come with me cause you know you should I ask you too cause I know you wouldnt so they say that sometimes things are better left half done no matter how far I push the ice I will never feel like I'm half way there outside the old bar I smelt the alcohol in your breath when you told me you never wanted to say it and then you let it go you broke free and thats when I turned around and decided to leave everything behind me including you my hand slowly slipped off the back of your wet neck as I walked away I leaned against the light pole something classical faintly playing in the background and I'm thinking to myself I'm never going to forget this day I know your still standing behind me watching me I yelled inside my head you will hate yourself for this but I didnt turn back I stuck the needles in all the right places and stuck the warmth in all the wrong places and my end result was a bleeding soul with no guidance from that smile I needed desperatley just water from the clouds falling down falling down
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Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
No title
Lose the name which has been tainted with sour letters and revolting cadaver like syllables. Shed the name which was held with the highest regard but now is regarded as a peasant. Leave the name which once was carried with the chin thrusted  towards the sky but now is,  desperatley left behind in the streets hopefully to be carried away by the rain water and into the drain. Take the name which was bared with a solider's pride and rip it from your garments Undo the stitching let it tangle No longer must you have the name.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
The Name
There was a time in my life where i loved God so much that i prayed desperatley in the night The moon washing over me softly like silk with tiny hands clasped together i prayed for things to get better Along with yellow stained walls and a clatter of beer cans off into the distant I prayed I thanked god For giving me my mom and grandmother I thanked god for the food That mom prepared for us I thanked him for the roof over my head and for the waves of happiness that the church brought to me I prayed for my dad I wanted him to care The day i started to lose faith was like the breaking of glass I stood before a deacon soaked from the rain curls dripping down my worn young face I begged to be blessed again I needed that feeling one last time The overwhelming feeling of sunshine warmth, and honey I needed to feel God’s hand in my life To know he still existed That he didn’t leave me alone with my alcoholic dad and shattered mom That he was there ready to give me strength Days passed weeks grew into months and i was forgotten by the church I began highschool With empty hope that soon withered away like an unwatered flower
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Losing Faith