"droven" poems
I don't want to sound desperate or even slightly pessimistic,
but,
pardon me, or pardon my ways,
maybe I've been a bit pampered, over the time that was once gave.
i'm used to the songs, and poems, the lyrical romance,
that… meaningful wordy romance.
the kind that breezes right under your skin, and dances along to the rhythm within.
but,
I want more.
pardon me, I don't want to sound desperate or even slightly pessimistic,
i want the phone calls that are deemed restless.
i want photos that capture my words,
that make me speechless,
that make my brain curve.
for, I've been through it all.
i've droven into love and back.
i know all of the tricks and all of the facts.
so i do not expect much,
not even a bit.
i just kinda wish it was more than just...
but,
pardon me, I don't want to sound desperate or even slightly pessimistic,
but, I want more.
More then just this.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
what can tortured lonely creator do to break free?
To get rid of all his oppressors and get into equanimity
the answer is single: to write, sculpt or paint!
but what is when he is droven mad?
Michel Foucault said that nobody yet have created something
by staying in madness..
what else?
Write letters,letters, letters, untill you see how superficial or ****** up are your addressees?
It will end in loony bin
where psychiatric terror make from him a aboulic lamb
he remain being broken forever untill this magic moment
if he will be so lucky to meet a friend
such real friend who gift him understanding
understanding is only salvation
understanding is only solution
understanding is only freedom
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
Longing for someone to touch my soul.
Bring the light into the darkness.
Fix the heart thats now parted.
Tears that fall endlessly because of feeling unwanted.
The emptiness that fills my stomach like im just now meeting you. Wanting to speak up , but i feel you dont want me to.
Daily I speak to my mind saying youre going to come back .
But how its looking now , i feel theres no turning back.
Why just why did you have to hurt me ? Through all the situations and problems , i was the eye to your soul.
When people did you wrong , i build up with anger.
When all along , your killing my mind.
Mentally confused , mind so abused. Words that fill my head , & thoughts i have of you.
Memories that haunt me , that i want to leave.
Soul desire for your longing touch. Was in for so long , just wonder if it was love.
Feining for your presence , im blinded by lust.
Problems built up to today thats causing me not to trust.
That deep, drowned ,feeling of my heart sinking whenever i hear your name.
I push myself so far , mentally and physically everyday.
The echoes of your mind repeats through my heart.
The words you said to me , when we were first droven apart.
I cry and i cry but i laugh after a while.
Trying to hide over my heart , that i dont plan to use for a while.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
I know how bad life is, so I saw this little guy driven.
So I ran outside to get a little high.
But I know that your not home and, I know that I've Droven you a little crazy.
Then you went home and got really really mad.... And I know that I'm not the person you would want, but there's alot of things that I've Said sorry for .
But baby just give me one more chance, hey hey ouu hey hey I mean so much to you.
And I love u , like you love me baby .
I love u alot Johnathan Locke baby
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC