"enjoi" poems
i am free like the stars and the heavens that make me be..
i am free like the blackness of night that make me see.. i am free..
i am free like the words that swim to become poems..
i am free like those people who learn to love and live in homes.. i am free..
i am free to feel and to think like those mentals who enjoi seeing shrinks..
i am free to be in pain with nothing much to gain.. i am free..
i am free to live and love again..
like the burdens that i carry knows no end.. i am free just to be.. just to be.. i am free..
i am free like when winds touch the seas to create waves..
i am free to live inside crumbling walls and live inside caves.. i am free..
i am free to write and to spit on pens and papers..
used to create isolates spaces and lie on craters.. i am free..
i am free just to be who i am.. and who i am is not as free as i want to be..
pauldeeeeee
5march2011
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
Guess what?
The title has nothing
to do with what
you're reading.
Shocked?
Don't care.
Melancholia
Sweep through my insides
Signing away my life on a slip of paper
God's given graces
God's men
You looked like you had a fork tongue
I came to you
Modestly
Dressed in Enjoi and a Beanie
I wanted to hide the cat gang on my shirt
Look presentable
I was in front of the higher ups
This was serious stuff
But you mistreated it
I should have come naked
And flopped my **** around
It would have been about as serious
As you took this get together
Wow, that was atrocious
I can't believe I wrote that
But these feelings are true
And I won't try to fight back
My wording could be better
That I will admit,
But honestly, the way you handled this
Makes me sick
So I sign again,
Hoping this time, for the better
I signed this piece of paper
Letter by letter
Signed the date,
And away
Goes that weekend
On a retreat
Hoping for different
Not expecting much
Praying for better
Than a fancy lunch
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Scraping by on pennies added to dimes with 25 cent pieces in the laundry mat- sure to make fine dining at a cost of some old sailor who’s early retirement was all but his own
Killed in the heart but @ the mercy of men and fielded in newspapers swept under the cold damp dank swell of emotion- and (I) enjoi the cafe immensely
Candles burned and tuna can saliva made for glossed over window sills
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
I could write you a song,
but that wont do.
I could write you a poem,
about things you already knew.
I could try to persuade you,
but the heart ignores that to.
I could buy you a necklace,
but you would refuse.
I could wait,
my life would end.
Or, I could forget,
long time to forget.
You’re killing me,
I slightly enjoi it.
You’re perfect for me,
but we will never be.
I showed you my heart,
you left it open,
empty,
alone.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:12 PM UTC
the wind water and fish bites
swings cherry trees and stringy things
me @ a little past midnight
whispering weeping and waiting for you
canoe paddles, Sunday strolls and a knife attack
I do enjoi candy corn stolen from the church vestibule
as the priest takes hold of my arm.
THIEF!
whispering weeping and waiting for you
As he beats me and strangles my every life's pleasure
away from me and tells me that God only cares for people
who can obey
so I look in the distance for something to cling to and reasons to go on singing but what I do find is already gone
and the vegetables are spoiling there right in the sink rotting away just like my soul has and I have nothing left to drink,
well anyways... its fine- well anyways- well any ways- any ways....
whispering weeping and waiting for you
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
I crept in late that night and was mesmerized by you. I kissed your brain through your hips that always lead to ur lips and make it springtimes forward to winter for long whiles to maybes with salt skin and ocean reefs breath. I don't wanna go but I’ve been drawn back to some anatomical physical trend that I will live my rest (ofs) with. I don't need a bankroll any longer because in this moment u can fill that void with architecture of a minds daily picture. It’s a violation I so enjoi.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
I wonder where I’ll be when you come down...
Could you even think to speak?
To explain the actions behind such a disastrous act
With the words that I speak
They are held on my tongue
I should have ripped his head off
Watch the blood from my eyes slide down inside
and fill you up with the irony ironic blood that you chose
So when the door is closed and you can’t go back
Smile loud and sing out somehow to somewhere out of town
to the distant lands of my youth and re birth
This is your brain without me
Rotten to the stem
The core is empty
Tattoo your ******* face and lose your job that was never there
Turn around click undo but don’t forget them there
they held you up once
She did find me in the wicked night
Sinning about the city
Living in and around the city
I should have killed him when you had no chance
This may come as a shock to you all
But I’m done here or there
Or anywhere
I’m done with the light that once shined so bright in my eyes
It is now a vacant home for the demons to return
Enjoi my dreams and fears, demon ******
Take all of my sleep and drink it down with your pills
Split my back open and let me forget how to fall perfectly still
Give up Andy
You will not win
I will rise up
But only in the end
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:57 PM UTC