"elses" poems
*if girls care so much about their hair
why do they take someone elses?*
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
by Danny Smith
The old man rises from his chair
gently cursing the ache that crept into his bones
when he wasn't looking
His slippered feet scuff the carpet
making a journey they know without him
to the window
He watches down on the cars
as they flash through the rain on an urgent journey
somewhere
Leaning forward to rest his forehead
on the cool damp pane that shields him from it all
his prison wall
The cars seem to softly merge
as fragments like a broken mirror
tease and torment
A lifetime of dreams and tomorrows
that somehow became painful yesterdays
much too fast
Squeezing his eyes tightly closed
he remembers her face and the soft scar on her cheek
a perfect imperfection
The laughter and cries of children
running to him with chocolate smeared mouths
grown now, gone now
All of them to different worlds
ones where he was afraid to travel to
out there
Plenty of time to make it through
but the nights seem to skip the sunshine days
sentenced
he shuffles back to the chair
lowering himself with limbs that can't be his
removes his slippers
Reaches for the polished shoes
years old but hardly worn and still uncreased
laces them
Moves slowly through the house
turning of lights, collecting a wallet
a pack of cigarettes, a photograph
pocketing them
The old man stands at the open door
just a fragment of someone elses memory, as he walks
into the rain
©Danny Smith
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Who Am I!
Who am I to be!
Where Do I belong..
Where will I end up..
Why was I designed and what Do I live for.
Wonder why I am who I am..
Wonder why I do the things I do.
People....
I wonder why people judge the way they do..
I ask how people hold on to the judgements and criticisms.
I often see how people keep others in tight cages.
I see the hatred and it often amazes.
Even with all the answers......
I'd love some favors, I'd Love some forgiveness..I'd love Grace.
It'd be so wonderful to love others as we love ourselves.
It'd be so Blessed should we let go and let God..
It would be so humbling should we forgive as we need forgiving.
See how we don't all have the same views....
See how we all don't believe the same things...
See how we each reason and have our own logics.
But can we all at least see we are all still human beings.
Who all needs those basic Things...
Love! Redemption. Safety..Trust..Peace,,Understanding..
Food..clothes.. shelter.. and family and friends...
Can..
Can we place ourselves in someone elses shoes..
Show some empathy..show some coompassion..
consider what if you were me.
Live the best we can with the life we are given..
Open the cage and let the hated free..
Give them To God let him Be..
What ever it is to them He wants to be.
S.a.m 2018 Protected!
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
I long for her touch,
Her body,
Her curves,
Her lips,
Her eyes,
Her lust,
Her hair,
Her thighs,
Her...
I lust for her,
Whom I cannot find,
anywhere at all
She is missing
I wish for her to be
On top of me,
Under me,
And most of all beside me
She is nowhere to be found,
Sometimes I have to wonder
maybe I'll never be that lucky,
maybe that privilege is not for me,
nor will ever be...
My biggest wish may never come true,
But atleast I'll be someone elses wish come true
That's the least I can do
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 1:21 PM UTC
Remembering those that are keeping it all together whilst being screamed at, humiliated, insulted, offended and hurt.
Those who feel like screaming but holding the meltdown in check.
Those who are frustrated and trapped and killing somebody seemed the best option but just do not have the right state of mind.
Those whom in the ugly face of violence, are still fighting for their right to freedom of choice.
Freedom for a right to live equally because, life has dealt them a hard hand. A right to be who they dream to be.
Those that are being mistaken for their tears as mere weakness.
Those that have lost their spirit to fight but are hoping-still.
Those who are in their lowest now but still faithful and pressing on despite everything.
Those that feel the need to cry but had to smile instead.
Those who live within their means but wish there could have been more or be more because of another brother, sister, relative in need.
Those who put every one elses need ahead of their own.
Lest we forget, you are remembered today.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
It's been a while since I have written
I get so wrapped up in everyone elses words
But it takes one to realize
The truth in all that is said and heard
Some people need to learn to be respectful
To the members of our group
Because what ever it is stuck in some ******* ***
Can cause a load of ****
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
If my love was personified as my hustle
I’d take you into my heart and never let you go.
I’d cling tight onto you and no matter how hard you fought
I wouldn’t let go
I’d let you know
You. Are. mine
No one elses
Your home is hear
Listen
to the beat reverberating through my chest
Cavity
Rotting me from the inside
You’d make me blind
Like an error
my mind
I wouldn’t understand how you infiltrated my veins
I’d kiss you like you were my forever
Love you in pure desperation
Because my present without you is bleak
At best I know that if I blink
the moment could pass
A risk I can’t take
Won’t
Never
Losing wouldn’t be an option
You would be my dream
you
the very earth that I walk on
The pillow I lay down on
I’d lay down
What ever I would have to
To make you my reality
I would blindly dive into the opportunity
to make my dreams come true
THEY wouldn’t deter me
I don’t need their
approval
permission
opinion
Not to love you
Because the core of me would want you
And the lack of THEM understanding my vision
Means that I’m about to make history
If my love was my hustle
We’d never end
You would be my dreams
And without you I would be nothing
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
sparks flew as you stared at me, your eyes full of galaxies of shooting stars, and dreams of a love that so easily could have been, a beauty that i could barely contain in my heart as it burst in a slow motion shower of everything i am and was.
now that i'm alone, sitting in the backseat of a car where we once sat together, i miss you. realizing now that most of what you said to me was merely cruel deception,
there's this empty feeling in my bones that makes me so cold because i thought i was your everything.
but someone's nothing is someone elses' everything. and i was your nothing and i thought you were my everything
[i.k]
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Over royal tombs and palace walls,
moonlit dreams spread whispers of the rising sun.
Come to me says the sirens song
*Come to me, lay down your sword, lay down your shield
Come to me*
Shadowy figures gather within the dark spots of her eyes
to share secrets of why she can't see.
Vision stolen by the greatest of thieves,
capable of stealing things that aren't yours to begin with;
Nor anyone elses.
But when the stars come down to kiss goodnight
and she rests her head on the softest planets,
sprawling across galaxies, wrapping her body-less soul in a warm nebula,
the sweetest dreams will cradle her new born thoughts,
tugging at the strings to her wings,
drowning out every siren that sings and brings their destruction
with out having to touch them.
Standing on rooftops chanting paganisms toward the heavens
like a heathen taunting the sky fire.
And it comes,
like the rain from home it comes;
It always does.
And as the gentle sunrise graces her face,
lighting up and opening the windows to her soul
I see that it's burning cyan-hazel flames;
Make moonlit dreams become sun soaked realities
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 9:31 AM UTC
it's hard enough with your own
but it's harder to take on someone elses'
you want to be a pillar of strength
but you're just a blade of grass.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
I remember when I was a child I disliked reading books , mostly all of them . They all had a specific ending it could be happy or sad and sometimes something in between. Somehow I knew that I could never read the words writen in my heart by someone elses pen so unknowingly I started writing. I started writing as what a normal child would have to, when he starts to dream and imagine about all the things that one wants and desires and everything one knows he could be. I started writing in the blank page of life . I wrote my desires my ideals my character my adventures and everything else I thought I needed my life to be about. Pages full of happines, memories , mistakes and terrible regrets. All my darkest desires ,darkest secrets my best and worst qualities. Since I was a child the only thing I didn't give importance was time , time was passing fast right before my eyes into the words I was writing on that blank page . I never stood still to realise that until now . My life was turning into my worst nightmare filled only with paranoia and fears. I never realised that getting so hooked into what you want life to be and what it actually is would turn my reality upside down and realised I was living in a lie that I was writing . As I was stading alone in the dark yesterday I woke up . The page I started to write since I was a child run out of all empty spaces , I dont know how old I was back than but now I'm 21 and the worst thing is that I realised that I'm one of those humans helplessly stupid and I've wasted so much time rewriting and correcting on that blank page everything that I thought was wrong and now my blank page looked like the messy adventurous confusion I wanted my life to be. Today I woke up and I had a new page to write on and I've only writed four sentences the only four sentences I decided to keep as a treasure from my life
as far as today.
To desire is to dream
To dream is to want
to want is to do
And to do is to live.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
We are the change we are searching for. It's no surprise we're having a hard time finding it,
like a trick question the answer's inside.
Some, like me have high expectations we're trying to erase
because they limit the places our minds can go.
And we know it's not to race to conclusions or exclude any info but
like a kid on Christmas our impatience can sometimes take hold. But it's ok, we're humon.
We are youth in revolt of the old ways that are clearly keeping us chained
to the ground like slaves to didactic socio-political religious segregation.
And like me, sometimes we forget that change brings growing pains.
Do you know how much force it takes for a flower to sprout through pavement?
We are growing everyday, that's scary to some, leaving many parents to wonder
why their children aren't driving on the roads they paid to pave and ride on.
It's because WE have our heads higher, in the sky and beyond.
Roads are antiquated when you can fly--dropping the gas pump for light trying for a brighter future with nature as a guide.
Don't get me wrong, it's a long flight and there's going to be lonely low dark parts in the timeline but I find some comfort in knowing I'm going with my own flow on my own ride and no one elses cause then I'm not myself which is where all our pride should lie.
Not on material & wealth, but health, body and mind.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
sing my song.
use the angels tone as you remember our hands touching like
the feathers of a dove.
hold on to the fact that this isnt love.
this isnt lust
this is the human holding on to the strings of its own reality .
the ideas of hate fading into the background.
use your hands to craft amazing things.
but use your voice to proclaim your stunning ideals.
make me fall for you.
like the feather of a dove i will soon fall away.
dont give me the memory of your hand if you plan to pull it away.
because as the feather falls it might soon be picked up to be put into the headdress of women with just enought time to make it fit.
but our shared emotions might be enough to engulf me in the passions of flame more powerful that the strength of my frail form.
and nobody wants a burnt feather in there headress.
if you plan on extending your hand to me. then do so knowing that i am a fragile feather, attached to you, because every angel needs a set of wings.
When you grow tired of me, make sure to let me fall slowly. so that when i am used in the lining of someone elses memories, they can use me as they need.
I am a feather. something that is used for other peoples needs and desires.
when you grow old and remember me, just remember to sing the feathers song.
it starts with your name.
and ends with mine.
sing my song.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
My poetry has no consistent theme,
Or single writing style,
I simply jot down what I dream
Every once in a while.
I appreciate the daily sight
Of words someone elses owns,
That inspire me to try to write
A better work than Sticks And Stones
I always thought it seemed to be
A glorified, extended limerick
Compared to others on the daily-
All of them! Take your pick!
This rhyme is an apology
To those who may have thought
That I may show some consistency
In the writing of my poetry,
When I have not.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
I know a girl, everyone does.
All she wants is fun.
She won't be having cereal today,
she'll have everything under the sun.
She don't read the paper.
She don't watch no news.
Why would she care about someone elses troubles
if they will never buy her shoes?
She don't need no man.
She don't need no gun.
So many rides to take her there,
she don't walk, much less run.
She's got no time to cry.
She's won't listen to the Blues.
Nothing in the world matters to her,
unless it's something she can use.
She has lots of friends.
She'll dance with them all night.
But she cares not that they ain't real,
cuz she's forever high as a kite.
She don't care about no art,
unless it's something she can wear.
The thing she loves to look at most
is in the mirror there.
She's just loves making trouble.
She's always causing a stir.
But she don't bother about anything in the world,
cuz it revolves around her.
It's almost sad to watch her live her life,
always seeking to ring her own bell.
A living, breathing, girl on a mission
to fill a vacant, soulless shell.
She stares down into her pond, from her big ivory tower.
She'll never be happy and even less so,
as a helpless little flower.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
She walked along the side walk slowly
watching the cars go by
All the while there was an unshakable feeling
that she was held in someone elses design
Since she was young like everyone
it was engrained how to think
how to act
how to dress
and with in such a vast and astonishing world
there were so many limitations
She stopped for a moment and took off her shoes
but could only feel cold pavement
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
I admire you.
The honesty, the purity
The seconds of happiness
The moments of passion
How does this moment last forever?
Without secrecy...but the same intimacy.
How does one feel?
How should we react?
What is right doesnt mean it will lead to happiness.
What is wrong doesnt mean its worth loosing what is.
But how do we know?
We dont.
Its all risks. A risk worth taking?
A risk worth fighting for?
Whatevere it was...
All it took was a single spark.
All it takes is a singe spark.
A single spark that set ablaze not just the heart.
A spark felt throught.
It never felt so good to be on fire.
But how does a spark end?
Pour water on it?
No. Not this kind of spark.
This is one that merges.
Before it dies out,
It catches fire with someone elses spark.
Fight fire with fire.
And all you get is a bigger fire.
Could the flames burn for eternity?
Die out in a day?
But, how did the spark catch on this much?
Whats so special?
Sirens preserve theirs under the moonlight.
Where the smoke creates the plantes.
The planets then orbit the earth.
Fall down and blaze up the fire again.
The Sparrow is a little more chaotic and less poetic.
She lights up her home, but she keeps adding the twigs.
Does she destroyed her own home?
Or has she created a weapon?
All it takes is a single spark,
To start a fire, a revolution, a war
And the most important thing of all.
To start the shimmerin your eye.
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
My life is the sand in an hourglass
Slowly falling down into the bottomless abyss
Waiting for my time to break free of the imprisonment
Ive been forced into.
My life has been twisted and manipulated to the point
That I have been forced into submission
And I am no longer my own being but a
Creation formed from somebody elses mold
My life is a lie, a story that has been
Passed down from generation to generation without
Any hesitation at all and I once again start
To fall through the hourglass.
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 12:08 PM UTC
*i had a broken toy box full of broken toys
flotsam and jetsam of a childhood
filled with playthings shattered and forgotten
in later years I would open that dusty
chest filled with dusty remnants of happier times and weep
for the friends I had left behind
shattered chunks of preformed plastic that
kept me safe when
barely out of diapers my Nuclear Family went
nuclear
lead paint and lawn darts
loose pieces and lost innocence
i learned the value of love through
spending time with cast off friends
i learned the value of respect through
seeing the pieces of the stickers that I
tore off my spider-man helicopter immediately
after
my mother and father in their last
act of love as a couple spent hours
placing them exactly as
instructed
i did not learn that one day i would
be a dusty old cast off toy in someone elses
box of broken pieces
in that world
toys are replaced before their
time
broken not by love and use but by throwing
them against the wall in a tantrum looking for
the next
shiny
new
thing*
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Dear future husband,
I’m writing this now, because my future self might be convinced that I love you.
Might be persuaded by my desire to find true love. Problem is, it’s always just a phantom of my fantasy. Love, I mean. I want it so bad I start hallucinating. I lose myself
The truth is, I don’t know if I dare. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to set my self loose like that. Loosing control is my biggest fear, and isn’t that what love does to you? Makes you put aside all logic, and let you act upon your heart? Can I ever fully trust myself in someone elses hands? I doubt I will ever be that brave, which is why I’ll never truly love anyone. I just don’t have the capacity.
I might be in love with the idea of us, but not with you.
You see, I’ve spend years burying what my heart desires for not only you but myself. It was too late to dig up years ago, so why now? Most of the time, I don’t even want to. I build these walls for a reason. Young and pretty, but never yours. Smart, so I’ll will never let you know how I truly feel.
I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to axe my needly architected buildings down.
Some days, my mind decides to do so, but I’m simply too self destructive to take any action
All this time I've spend on becoming a selfmade woman…Would love mean giving that up? Deep down I realize volunerability is a strength, but there’s too many things thrown on top for me to see that anymore.
So my conclusion is I will never truly be able to love someone.
It would be a riot against myself.
I was never much of a rebel.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
My uncle used to ask often
if I had any boyfriends.
I realize now after
reporting him for
molesting me,
that he asked me that
question because he
didn’t want me
to be
anybody elses.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
Her shallow waters, I dove in
head first trynna be someone
I shouldn't sin
suicide
if she wanted I would jump again; terrorist all she needed was a turban with a Taliban as a wristband
chants written on her body they were lyrics then
tattooed, and I was thinking more like angel wings instead she brought a dress from the devil on the ****** sands
tainted, glasses even tinted, everything Instragram everything vintage, everything is everything to her im just a witness; a blast from the past, a mistress of a mistress Killed it.
matter fact **** me this not what I wanted and I not who I should be; you say the sky's the limit but my limit is a frisbee my sky is a ceiling of a feeling of what could be
I don't think I want you any more!
MTA
stand clear closing doors
gasoline
burning bridges to the floor abandon ship ***** you don't wanna fall alone
but it seems im stuck in Davie Jones and swimming in her waters is the only way to roam,
grown
daughter of the music angel so; burn
Sean is the only way to go; swerve
I had get up outta there but no one elses water taste like Everclear and no one elses water I could jump in bare
matter fact there was never water there i could jump in raw, the rain coat was never there
Hold up, but what was I thinking
I knew her whole song she never had to sing it
I knew that it was wrong, I couldn't stop reneging
***** after ***** after *****
cut after cut with a blade
clubs I would cut cause of shame
I knew her whole hand so who is up for blame,
Or is this just a phase but maybe I was wrong, to think theres something better and maybe Im alone in thinking that there was palm trees and maybe nicer weather after I was giving up but I cant forget her.
so I
jumped in again, head first
she was wet all clear, slick roads
traveling full speed on her **** curves words slurred vision about to go
I'm bout to give it all up to this girl
my mans like I don't really think you know
cause once you go in raw you already sold your soul
and once you eat her fruit she already took your clothes.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
[please] dont grab her hand
and flash that silly smile
when shes sad
[stop] being someone elses thoughts
late at night
when they drift off into there dreams
while i am
plagued by the thought of you
you’re [forgetting] the way you
wrapped your arms around me
and held my head against your heart
when i was drowning in my own sorrow,
breaking.
the thought
of losing my only love
was tearing me apart
you’re killing [me]
when you look at me
with a lost light in your eyes
that i used to give you
im so sorry
i couldn’t love you
the way you should have been loved
im so sorry,
my only love
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
Staring out the window
through the raindrops and my tears
i see my past go by me
as I travel through the years
I'm sitting on a greyhound
all I own is down below
The darkness hides my bruises
and my inner scars don't show
I tell myself "it's time"
I know just where I'm at
I tell myself "it's time"
I know it's time that....
It's time that I took back my life
It's mine..damn it...mine
It's no one elses...it's my life
It's time...yes...it's time
I'm taking back my life at last
Once again I will be me
I'm gonna find out who I was
It's time that I was free
Married nearly fifteen years
with a dozen blackened eyes
More broken bones than I could count
Fixed by I love you....broken lies
I still don't know just what I did
To have love shown this way
I buried myself deep inside
I hid my life I guess you'd say
I tell myself "it's time"
I know just where I'm at
I tell myself "it's time"
I know it's time that....
It's time that I took back my life
It's mine..damn it...mine
It's no one elses...it's my life
It's time...yes...it's time
I'm taking back my life at last
Once again I will be me
I'm gonna find out who I was
It's time that I was free
He doesn't know just where I am
In fact, neither do I
And watching through the rain streaked glass
It's easy now to cry
The nurses called the cops this time
Gave me money...and said run
He'll spend the night in lockup
And you'll be gone before the sun
I tell myself "it's time"
I know just where I'm at
I tell myself "it's time"
I know it's time that....
It's time that I took back my life
It's mine..damn it...mine
It's no one elses...it's my life
It's time...yes...it's time
I'm taking back my life at last
Once again I will be me
I'm gonna find out who I was
It's time that I was free
I have never had this feeling
Not in many many years
There's a voice deep down inside
That's been stifled by my fears
I'm taking back my life from you
I'm me and not your wife
I'm no longer your old punching bag
I'm taking back my life...
I'm taking back my life
I'm taking back my life
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity
to immerse yourself into a precious moment.
It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic
to experience composure, equanimity.
Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause,
low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate
trending previous troublesome thoughts,
silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses,
to softly embrace your audible senses
with silence which conveys complete assurance,
that the here and now is yours, no-one elses,
ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self,
It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption
embraces the heart, and encourages serenity,
all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection
are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness,
you are experiencing them leave, then transcended
with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence.
You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic,
the mind is calm and clear no longer confused.
Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric
momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul.
Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and
wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted.
There is no expectation of time, not at all
just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity.
You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted.
You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought,
this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly,
relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored.
Then you turn the telly on! All gone.
Michael C Crowder March 5th 2019
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC