"devided" poems
Our time was short
not aged like wine
The truth was plucked
from the vine
And I never got the chance
to say goodbye
The thoughts hold on
The heart despairs
The ghost of you
is everywhere
And I will always be next to and
. . . near you
so goodbye . . . farewell . . . goodbye
The day begins
just like it ends
Is it God's good will
it came to end
But my loneliness
shouts out in vain
So when something ends
it's time to begin
I won't be looking behind . . .
it's just the wind
And my arms are aching
from the pain
Goodbye . . . so goodbye
fare thee well
So go on now . . . cut your losses
Close the fact inside the coffin
Take the key and
lock it deep inside
Learn how to say your prayers
Long for the day without the cares
The evening air comes on now so chilling
Say goodbye , goodbye now . . . forevermore
Goodbye . . .
you've closed the door
With every step I'm feeling
Where once so firm I'm reeling
from the overburden
of my motal ways
So just release my last goodbye
Don't even dare to ask me why
The chances are cast
the lot now devided
. . . so goodbye . . . goodbye . . .
. . . goodbye . . . fare thee well . . .
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
The throne she called home
His manipulative love
The legacy devided
Her life as red as wine
Her inner secrets confined
She is a mistaken flaw with no cause
She is the ugly in refined
She is undecided
She is unwanted
The woman with no weakness
Her guidance is useless
She is the devils spawn
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
We are not poets.
Nor are we artists.
We are the bleeding hearts
Daring to rebel.
Society cuts this world into careful little blocks.
Devided by cold cut stones forced to comply.
And yet,
If you look a little closer, you will notice,
Not us, for you will never see our face
But you will see our fragments.
The pieces of us we leave behind for you
Scattered among these cold stone walls
Words we have carved into the stone
With our own ****** nails.
Proof that we exsist.
Proof that you can to.
So here we are,
Strings of letters
And scattered lines,
All echoing the same war cry.
“We Are Here.”
"Are You?"
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
I struggle and struggle
I push and push
Working to provide
But never satisfied
The never ending work days
The never ending bills payed
Trapped in a vicious cycle
Of working for next to nothing
Just pushed down and trampled
My efforts feel strained
And my life feels drained
I hope one day
We can start a new
And not be so devided
So broken and bruised
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Raindrops raining rings
On coffee cup surface.
Too wet to care,
I remain seated on the slab
Of concrete
By the containers.
Oil and filth creep into fresh
Cuts and scratches.
I ignore my hands itching,
Drink and exhale.
I could be a millionaire
Throwing cash at the shadows of
My emptiness, or a holy man
Preparing for Tukdam with
Nothing but his robes to
His name. Anything but this
In-between existence devided
Between too much work and
Not enough free time or sleep.
What am I doing here, should
Be the last words they'd watch
Me think. The concrete won't
Answer. The coffee won't comfort
My restlessness.
But the rain replies:
You're living.
"And what are you doing here?"
I counter.
Raining.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
unbearable secrets
negotiating bearable truths as
day brakes in
everyday life of
rural experiments
taken by the
huge momentum of lifes
eventualities
broken by the
roughness of modern
intellectuality as the
devided forgetfulness
grows into
elegant white memories
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
The path to war
Is never the same
Some of it may be a lie
We might be to blame
Destruction is never good
We might have gloated
We accepted bad not good
We might have boasted
Innocent is innocent
Proved in court if law
Seeing isn't always believing
Of what we might have saw
In any circumstance there may be peace
Talk and gestures communication
At least
The different colors of this planet
Are not to be the same
Not to judge
Not to blame
We each shed a tear
We each have fear
The one and the same
Think of fabric
All colors stitches
Think of that time
It may have been torn
May have been ripped
A world of color is beautiful
The nations not devided
All stiched together
The color not one sided
It is whom we are
For which we stand
Stick to your values
Don't be bland.
A world without color, race or religion
Might be recinded
Enjoy what we have
All well blended
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
A million points of lightascending to the skystanding watch in the darknessuntill a sun will rise.Screaming to an emptinessof how we once defined ourselves,claiming all of creation,blinded by the hands over our eyes.What power inspires in us this madness,that our existence should be definedby a light that no one can see?What inspiries in us this madness,to base our existence on that which we can't see?That which can't be seen?A million points of lightascending to the sky,archangles in the dark stand watch,untill the one will rise.Is this our definition of progress?I doubt how far we've come.We appear to ourselves as deities,claiming what nature has presented as our own.We **** everything, damning us as a devided race.Our actions betray, offering us blindness and stupidity.Can anyone see our self-destruction?No one seems to remember our existence,so very delicate___without the light we are but shadowswithout the light we are but dust.A million points of lightascending to the sky,the archangels watchuntill we ourselves fly.
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
God is being generous,
life gave me all I wished for,
yet I miss one simple thing,
a teacher, to take me under his wing.
And you noticed how I'm happy,
how I'm laughing all the time.
But did it ever cross your mind
that I'm just being kind?
All given will be taken,
all earned is undecided.
All I know is that we're
all devided.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
The Devil took on the shape
Of a city crow.
You should have seen him
Manouver through the streets
On the warm gusts of wind.
Beak silver, feet golden,
Wings as wide as the smile
Of a demon's fresh from
Heaven's grasp.
He turned his head, exposing
An eye; a window to his lack
Of soul, as black as the center of
Nothing. Fresh wounds from
Needles in the arm of a girl
On the pavement below
Were sunsets and rainbows
To him; he croaked with the
Voice of a hundred crying mothers:
*Your opened veins are my gates.
Syringe keys and ****** handles.
No single sin is anything
Without the eye that judges it.
Behold: Within the skies above
Is only air, no godly love.
No devil neither rests beneath,
As blade within an earthly sheath.
Behind this blackness you will find
The consciousness of Humankind.*
The crow looked up and lifted off
With a giant rustling flap.
Then, mid-air, changed into a dove
Of summer-cloud white; glided above the roof
Tops; became one with the sunlight
That stroked itself across the face
Of the girl in the street.
She looked up at a passing
Child. One that didn't cringe at the look
Of her weary, weathered features, but smiled
As if knowing her.
I swore I could see the chemical veil lift
From her eyes.
Who needs gods or devils, I thought.
They're only devided by heart.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
It is possible
for grammar to-
be a mistake ... sometimes
words are
NEVER perfect
I type,
text
errors
true words,
though
run like a stream
FLOWING
from my brain
BUT
this brain
my brain
had been
under construction
for all
my entire being
words
were born in here
in my brain
developed
collecting
images
from my....
surroundings
elevation
no conclusion
BUT
I was counting
scrambling numbers
poor additions
about life
adding, nothing
NOT YET.... no method
salvation
with a bit
of seizure
relying on them
to save me
deppening on them
to revive a tune
to make these mistakes
look pretty???
There are
many languages devided
= many errors in
perfect grammar
+
the ones with gutts
rasing amo
graph-ic-assurence
firing reprisal
______________________=
unique insignifacance
intellect that does not belong
to the world
it is possible
for mistakes
to be a grammar
unexplained
not understanding
why I have to prove
perfection
when
there is no such existance
in humen kind.
© The Madd Hatteress
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Overly emotional
strangely proportional
partly suboptimal
highly improbable
Easily
devided
by truth and anger
and all that subsided
I'm trying
I'm hiding
Bad at denying
I need to feel
I need to scream
mostly defying
the urge to break
the urge to destroy
to disappear, to dissolve
I might be lying
To myself
to myself
My need for leaving or staying
is always unmet
with internal bleeding
my thoughts are paying
and these monsters
in my head
keep eating
Did I really put them there
myself?
Or did it happen back
when I was twelve?
I hear you
but your breath is so cold
I wanted to believe
in anything but you
But I think we got too old
and the house
my heart grew in
has long been sold
And when I'm drinking
you get angry
but what should I do?
My thoughts feel so scattered
and you can't pull me through
I'm trying
I'm fighting
Bad at denying
I need to feel
I need to dream
mostly defying
the urge to fake
the urge to decoy
to reappear, to resolve
I might be lying
to myself
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
The world is in a sickening state.
Wars rage through once beautiful and peaceful lands
Stripping them of dignity, personality, and strength.
Some parts of the world are still left unseen.
Left without crucial aid to those who die uneedingly to polotic's hands.
As I watch the news or read a worn out second hand magazine
As I read as I sit and I wait for appointments or my friends to join me for dinner.
Questions arise as to why the world must remain so devided?
If the world were to compromise on pride, polotics, and expectations...
If its' citizens were allowed to unite
Simply to aid with a true and helping hand....
Oh what a beautiful and productive place this Earth could be.
Wars would not be needed out of disputes and economic starvation
Discrimination could be abolished when we see how each one of us isn't so different.
We all suffer the same and we all are blinded by pride, greed, and power.
Alas, if only thes human souls could see past their heavy and set ways..
Beyond cold polotics and being united in common grounds..
Of being Human and caring about the rest falling due to such problems..
Removing the hassles of blinding self-centered needs and the powerful wishing to stay as such...
Then this world would and could be a united and beautiful place.
I know I am only dreaming....
However, some dreams were made to come true.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Here I am devoid of trauma
Waiting for it
All my troubles
The smallest part of anthing
That is real
The things that I let
Hold me from the strain
Would hold water
But not hearty broth
We are afroth
With simplistic hinderence
We are alive
Cultivating anger, passion
From small discrepancies
In our superiority
This word and not that
Ascribing universal truth
From a devided
One planet species
Thinking true and high
But still arguing
As if the two were
simultaneously possible.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
It has begun
Off to my right . . . dancing
Thumbs snapping
Music thumping
In all intensity
We are looking . . .
Looking into the ways
Swaying ,
Chills surging ,
Together saying . . .
Power be to my sunset's moment
Don't steal it away
24 left
No more sound ,
Dancing done
But no less aware
We are not devided in two
As we wait for our sun to rise
12 . . .
When to live
When to die
Sacrifice the truth ? ? ?
Ha !
We paid our dues
Dance now again
Dance like it was an Irish jig
To the last second
Shed not a tear
Nor give in
Wail not , nor whimper
. . . But be brave
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
The road itself
Had not changed
But the median
That devided it
Had shifted
And what had once
Been the center
Brightly defined
Is now
A pair
Of black
Parallel lines
Reflective
Visible
a strange
Redaction
Why was I drawn
to this
I circled around
Ride back
Try to guide the bike
Between the lines
And picture
Quite literally
What it means
This new
absence
A shift of what
Once had been
Taken for granted
Is it just me
My life
Ghost road
Ghost ride
From allegory
To zeitgeist
I am your
Poster child
A guy with
Parkinson's
Riding
No hands
Trying to take
A picture
With my iphone
Pondering
meaning
In the middle of
the ******* road
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
Before the world ends
And where all devided between
Good & evil
I want to know that i lived a great life on earth
And that i've made all my wildest dreams
Come true~
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
and than there is a night
an impeccable night full of blooomy stars,
all along the way i travelled so far
i have earned a lasting peace,with my devil self
engrossed in me, i can hardly see
these code words of flying bees....
i am not affectionate towards all the people in this **** world
neither a heart of gold i keep.
a stainless piece inside my chest
is eroding itself into dark peel!!
lament is lamenti have learnt so far ,those words speak by ur heartonly donot part!
and i am not, wat i was
yet the happiness never ajar
unending lunacy keeps me euphoric
out of those mumbles i hear around ;such sort!!
ur face is designed by those linear curves
that are drawn by these fathom faces
and they are so hospitable
to make the sketch of ur life
filling it with their favourite colors
and hanging it beside!!
curling canvass of my bedsheath
every morning i straighten them up
not for my sake, but for little sums of cries and laughs
i am bound to be like this now and forever
for i am devided in half!!
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
If I had to decide
I would like to stay undecided
To keep my frustrations when things go wrong
Devided
Yes, like most I have hopes and dreams
But those are well grounded
When nothings is going well as it seems
Most people know what they want
Thats ok too
I choose to be different
Not only because I don't have a clue
My reasoning is this,
I feel the need to proclaim
Because even when plans go right
It still doesn't end the same
Life sneaks up a timeline with many paths
When your angry, when your sad ..even when you are having the last laugh
Life cannot be planned because nothing ever is
You will miss the adventure
That I know life is
To always know what happens is no fun at all
So I say stop planning
Let things land where they fall
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Upon my cheeks
For the world to see.
Debossed deeply
Agony and weariness
Linger in the dry rivers.
Endless nights
No sleep in sight
Heart knockin on deaths door
Mornings light
Evils terrifying fright.
Burning a path
In loves aftermath
Torture defined by wrath
Spelling out demons path
Washed in the ****** bath.
Pillows soaked in tears
Releasing nightly fears
Sheets devided by daggers and spears
Stacked upon satan's piers
As the glorious end nears.
Happiness avails
As the nights air becomes stale
Love once again will fail
Open the daily mail
And receive the mornings hell
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Once was the memory as fresh as frozen dew
I stepped back and then over
the rotten log of truth
Now the days are slated
in the absence of the years
Leave me debating on the worthy of shedding salty tears
The oaken deck and floorboards
of my weathered ship
From the sun and salt
have turned to white at the ending of my trip
I left one foot ashore and the other out at sea
Have thus been devided serving two masters knowing that it can never be
I scowled at by the landward winds
Then turned and prayed to us at sea they'd send
So the back and forth of my life
I sadly never let it end
Now the mast has broken
the repairs will never last
Thus I come limping into port
dropping anchor , and holding fast
The dingy is the last ride
on the oars that water drips
I'll not be putting out to sea
It's now the time that R.I.P. s
But be not sad the greatest voyage remains
One a joy to make
that eliminates
the pain
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 8:07 AM UTC
Insane like a heartless confession,
Soul sessions,
Reality of the beast spreading infection
I Spread the Ded in Poet,
Like a sobering moment-
Know it,
I take you down with me
As you took me to highest heights,
When you leave:
Even crickets seem to sigh at night,
Revelations
Pain soars hand in hand with happiness,
Ironical elevations,
Teleportation
Body and soul
Better for the sickness,
I see i love you,
Destroyer of beauty with the quickness,
Personal mixing with business,
What is this,
A brokenness with every decision,
Precision demolitions,
Words of fire.
Love the ammunition,
A contradiction conflicting,
Happiness sickening,
Bring on the quickening
Pace,
Face of the beast,
Hopeless in your light,
I see when its too late,
I earthquake,
Shake my head though,
How much of me can you take,
I still beg you dont leave though,
Lets be clear yo,
Im intentionally devided,
Lifetime glitch provided,
I cant hide it,
Fight it.....
Im down for you,
You go, i go,
Us against the world;
Easy though,
Me against you,
I really dont know.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC
Politics have devided my brothers views masked its self like a performer on a stage of props staging it's lines of lies allowing each mind to wander within its powerful web of deception for politics is a tool forged from the minds of men to whittle a device made solely for profit for those of wealth and not of greater device for only the whole of the Apple is pure and true to its design until it is devided by the hunger of free will
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Seek of strength seek of faith and hope dream and reach beyond those who unravel humanity for law is the foundations that form cival boundaries for all and not to be devided by the few who linger inside there own egos of power for one must decide must see and respond within the laws of respect
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC