"easer" poems
Today my name is fire
Burning taller than oak trees;
I started when a little spark
had caught a little breeze.
I’m burning hot, very mad
‘Cause they told me to cease;
But they can’t stop me , nor control me;
No animal would dare come near me.
Now that I am water,
I’m calm as calm can be;
I flow on down the river ‘till
I reach the calm vast sea.
Healing, calming, life giving
Are things that I perform;
Though soothing aches is easer
When my heart is warm.
Now they call me air
And I’ll say this to you;
You just may not see me here
But you see what I can do.
Cooling, moving, breath taking
When I am fairly light;
But when I’m confused, spinning ‘round
It’s a very tragic sight
Now I go by earth,
And right here’s where I’ll stay;
I’ll stand right here, high, rough and tough
Every single day.
I’m hard to move, you can’t shift me,
Not one teeny, tiny bit;
You can’t deal with a stubborn rock
That’s had a little fit.
So for the future you should know
To never ever try me
‘Cause you may never ever know
Which element I might be
Mad as fire, stubborn rock
Or water, calm and still
Free as air you never know
The way that I feel
#2_ 2011
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
Chains and shackles
Chains and shackles weigh me down
Ties to strong to break, helpless struggle
Unheard screams, guards surround me
Your around me, and you run blindly
So I sit quietly, with silent thought
Not knowing can be easer, so I remain unheard
I falter under pressure so squeamishly
Why slow you down?
You would try to carry me
Chains and shackles hold me down
My echoed heart beat is the only sound
A thudding heart could be heard
Tare it out from my very breast
It stop the twisted breath in my empty chest
A tortured heart freed from the rest
My body now a cesspool
A wasteland of festered stress
I will **** my hopes and dreams if it means
Honesty, equality, fairness to my loved
Chains and shackles ground me down
I could fly when your around
But I will squash anything
I wont dare let my bleeding heart sing
So let the guards hold me down
I challenge the people to there bliss
Tragic is no way for loves first kiss
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 5:26 PM UTC
I love listening to music so much.
I can’t clearly explain the sensation: sweeping waves of emotion cascade through my being. Delicately wiping away any negatively-charged flotsam that had been wading through my consciousness, music pervades.
Lucky are the few who live their life inundated with the languorous luxury of music’s embrace.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 5:06 PM UTC
Buzz, buzz, buzz
The fly says as it circulates
Around the congested classroom
The sound of pencil to paper
As art is created on the
Corners of failed labs and late assignments
Breathe in the soft pink flakes
Of your neighbors easer
That tickles your nose
And makes you cough
Hear the tapping of a pen
At the edge of a desk
As you silently beg for the teacher
To notice and cease it
Feet shuffle and bags are grabbed
In anticipation of the
Bell
s.a.m.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
I thought i was getting better,
But im so far from it.
Constantly having these thoughts running through my head.
I keep having this dream
of what i did when i used to be like this.
Im in the bathroom, where i go to hide from this family
This family that hates me, makes me feel pain
Im sitting on the toilet, ive got my special blue kit
Youd never guess thats where i keep all my secrets.
I pick the newest blade, the one that'll do the most damage
I put it to my skin and quickly draw down on it
Red liquid comes out and makes me feel alive
So i do another one, another one, until i feel fine.
I wipe up the mess, throw the paper in the toilet, flush it all away so no one will ever find it.
Its not like they've noticed, let alone cared
Pretty much invisible, until someone gets mad
Then they come to me and let it all out
It doesnt phase me, or at least thats how i act
But they dont know what goes on behind the bathroom door,
Where i spill out my emotions and clean them off the floor.
So ill stick with being silent, invisible, unnoticed
Itll only make it easer when im no longer at their service
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
Hopes die when your trust overdoses, strange.
From the little things I saw came admiration,
Like hot lava it slowly but with quantity it filled.
And rapidly did it started turning into stone unaware.
Exchange of words would be great joy,
Only until her decision was to lose interest.
Little by little I saw it coming collapsing down,
Yet I denied judgements and chose patience.
Sometimes everything looked so easer,
I never knew how they change so fast.
Dying to reach a place in her heart, rejection
Just one word to vanquish all you're.
The so called fortress of hope shattered,
A barren wasteland is what's left of it.
Confusing to understand why all the time
Leaves you unanswered intuitions.
Constant and stable is an unpredictable paradox.
Forget all and go on or stay and wait,
Stumbling upon choices when thoughts invade your mind,
Always the unpleasant but still confounding,
Fight the painful war thence you may reign once, at least!
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Hello, yha its me
I hope your all rite after I chose to leave
They said it would get easer after I was gone
but from the looks of it your finding it hard to move on
I just wanted to let you know
that after all it was me who chose to go
so don't blame yourself for what happened
their wasn't anything you could have done to stop it from coming
Hey mom, can you hear me?
I'm in heaven but I am not gone
I can see you when your crying
but don't you know that seeing this makes it hurt worse?
I would rather you forget all about me
than live another day crying because I wasn't strong enough to go on
I forgotten what it felt like
to be taken from the world
so mother pleas forgive me
I never meant to make your heart hurt
Hello Dad how are you?
how's the family
how has it been after you burred me down beneath the earth
I hope you know im sorry
but I couldn't stay much longer
Everything seemed to hurt
and even thou I tried my lungs still burned
so tell my brothers that im all rite
and that it wont help to cry
Hey, can you hear me?
are you listening
All I wanted was to be happy
Its so different now that I cant speak to you
So I hope your doing all rite
im sorry for what I have done
Im only calling you so you can lurn to move on
Forget me if you have to
Don't let my death ruin you
Hello, dear family
I left because although you couldn't see
my chest hurt so badly
and with every breath I wanted to be dead
so if you hate me I get it
I never meant for you to have to deal with it
so I guess this is it
im sorry if you stop listening
just letting you know
that I don't want anyone to follow me down
I hope you relies that I have made my choice
Goodbye my mother
and I love you so much my brothers and father
no matter whir I go
I will love no other
goodbye
so long
I will see you again when your time has come
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
Who are you?
Wayward lamb. Light seeker. Lost child.
Who are you?
Pain bearer. Guilt ridden. Heavy hearted.
Who are you?
Infinite labryninth. Enlonged paths. Endless journey.
Who are you?
Mysterious garden. Uncharted land. Hidden treasure.
Who are you?
Do you ask yourself this question often?
Who are you?
Do you need to?
Soul saviour. Heart protector. Mind easer.
Who are you?
Masked face. Familiar stranger. Mirror image.
Who are you?
Do you really know it yourself?
Who are you?
Who's behind the masks?
Locked chest. Closed doors. Sealed enteries.
Denied passage. Denied acceptance.
Cut off--Alone.
Who are you?
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
May I take a walk with you
Father Father may I have a word with you?
I feel so empty without you in my life,
My soul is weak
Crying out for help
But I haven't had none.
You are the creator of life
And the easer
No matter where I go
Astray or elsewhere
I still hear your calling
No matter how many times I ignore it
My soul trebles.
My eyes are filled with tears
While my heart is filled with pain.
It's broken, please mend my heart.
Please help me not fall into sin
Guide me
Instruct me
Father, please take a look how my life is colliding.
Please direct me, use me as a tool.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Do you know what I see when I look at you
You can ignore me all that you like
Brake my heart I wont put up a fight
but I see beneath your cover
Go on you think your sly?
You don't think I know why
I can see that your afraid
you don't want to give up your heart
But look at what you've done
just don't forget the sun
You can push me away think I don't care about what you say
But I walk away because that is what you want
I don't talk to you because it would be easer for you and her
and all I want is you happy
you don't think I see but oh, yes I do
I see rite threw you
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
with my back agents the wall
i sing to them i call
my ravens in the night
you try to **** me and you throw me to the ground
i wont go down without a fight
with my back agents the wall
i know i will fight for them i call
your death will rain blood one day
i will sing out to the other side
i will bring you death day tonight
so clam you breathing and close your eyes
its easer when you die
i call to them my ravens of night
they see the fear and feed from the night
so close your eyes say our priers and say good by and good night it is your time
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
smile boy ,smile
raise your hand and praise
for your intimacy to jesus
brighten your life like
you're soul mate with him
for his love
you better have to long
no solitude,no sorrow
No sound of despair
because he cherish all of them
in his name
you've been wallowing in
the valley of sins
no thaughts of forgiveness
full of wrath and resentment
like a bank without guards
like a broken heart without the easer
now he has replaced them with joy
and a feeling of ecstacy
it's your time boy,
grab your bible and listen to his voice
no more crying,
only feelings of his power,
from now till the end of your journey
it's time for your hallelujah.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC
I like to dream
of things
that seam to me
relies my head man
make sense now
and just let things be just what they are now
well that is to me
and if I am making no sense now
well that not up to me now
thats the stuff you carry in your own head
OW bring back the 60's
Life was like so much easer in them days
all you had to do was paint flowers on face man
look at me dreaming again.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
My mind is a storm, but
If you ask me how I'm doing...
I would probably say...
"I'm okay"
I dine with parts of me I can't recognize yet they know so much of the person I am now.
I miss childhood innocence,
the peace my mind used to cuddle and take for granted...
I miss how little control I had over my story...
I guess I was comfortable with someone else holding the pen, as though I was more confident in them to write what's best for me than my own hand.
My mind is a storm, I guess because I now write my own story?
I never used to bother my mind with...
When should a new chapter in my life start?
Where should I put a full stop... Should pause now?
Does the sentence have too much emotions?
...am I writing my story right?
...which characters should I give more screen time?...is this a sad story?
What do other writers think? Do I have an easer?
Do I know when I should start writing again?
But of late, my thoughts conjure answers from mirrors around my life
as I ponder on which version of the reflection I should keep.
I tell my myself... maybe if I was a writer, maybe then I'd know what I'm doing wrong,
maybe I'd know what a good story looks like.
My mind is a storm,
for I have spilled the ink of my thoughts over the canvas of my life, and I see not my next step.
I thought I'd distract myself with an abstract masterpiece from the noise of the colours of life, but my hand still shakes with anxiety as it fumbles to strike a fitting brush stroke.
To me, I'm a mess... perhaps other eyes see art.
To me I'm a mess...but I can't say I'm done with my story.
Jun 24, 2024
Jun 24, 2024 at 7:12 AM UTC
The bed is unmaid
The floor has glass all over the place
Makeup running down her face
Mirror turned the other way
The bed that we once made love on is all torn up all mess up covered in tears...
The floor that was once where we layes on is now no man zone because if you dare to enter you might feel pain...
Erasing old pics of him make the tears fall faster
It would have been easer to beat her to death then to slowly **** her with the silence with the solitary with the memories you guys once had...
It would have been easier to put a knife behind her back then to slowly puncture her with a knife
Then to be beaten with a stick or anything on had
That would have been easier the saying good my love
I loved you now it’s time to let go
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC