"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
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
*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*
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
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
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
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
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 8:58 AM UTC
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.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
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.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
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.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
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?
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:21 AM UTC
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
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
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.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
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
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC