"doent" poems
She asks me if there is any relief
She feels like all I know is grief
And I tell her no thats not where you belong
The pain me makes me forget there is more than me
I have loved you babe all along
Its sitting here when Im alone and cant find any peace
When I pray the hour has come when you come home
I promise I will do my best to make my pain talk cease
Loving you is whats important to me
Further out than the eye can see
More than anything baby you belong
Tell me if Im bringing you down
Or I can leave and go into town
Its just to be honest no matter where I go I prefer us
Well and to go into town I need a bus
But know I would do anything for you
Without your precious love
Well I dont knlow what I was thinking of
But without your love Im only blue
The kind that sticks to you like glue
It really doent matter what I do
All the joy in my world comes from you
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
the day turned into honey
my lungs filled with its sweet taste
and my heart beat fell
i couldnt see around myself
i am stuck...
stuck...
on your skin
the taste doesnt leave the back of my mouth
and thickness doent leave my eyes
wash me down
wash me down
now...
your maple honey skin
is drowning me
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Body aching,
Heart racing,
Edrenalin rushing,
Feet flying,
Rain storming,
Sweat pouing ,
Mind racing!
And for what?
What am I running from?
My past?
Yes,
My past,
The one thing that haunts me.
It may be far away now,
But it's still here
Burning my very exsitance,
Hallowing me to the core.
My very core that has frozen over with time
I no longer feel
It doent matter if I'm dripping from the rain,
Or burnt from the sun
I have one mission
And that,
Is to run.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
it doent matter the color of your skin.
we all look the same on the inside.
mostly red.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
When I die, put my body in the earth
Without a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
Put me in the earth in jeans and a t shirt
The same way I lived
Tell my daughter she doent need my permission
To stay out late
To drink
To marry the man she wants
If I disapprove of him it's already too late
Tell my son to do away with formality
To buy dinner for the boy he likes
To hold the door open for everyone
And to never believe someone
When they tell him he’s a bad man
When I die, all my affairs might not be in order
But someone please put my body I'm the earth
Wthout a coffin encasing me
Without a sheet enveloping me
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
Look into her eyes, she's broken.
Realiz that, that smile doent hide everything.
That pen doesnt cut the pain away.
Pain is something that demands to be felt.
Once its felt, it will slowly, but surely, turn into a memory
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC