"everday" poems
when i was a boy,
i collected seashells.
i had the most beautiful collection
when i was a boy.
i dreamt of seashells
and what i dreamt was beside
me every morning of everday
when i was a boy.
i had red ones and blue ones
white ones and rounds ones
ones of beauty and of majesty
when i was a boy.
the world marvelled at my collection
the world coveted my collection
i had the most beautiful seashell collection
when i was a boy.
one day i looked out through a window
and saw a boy walking along the beach
he picked up the plainest of seashells
and smiled
i raged and raged and raged
for forty days and forty nights
i raged
when i was a boy.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 6:41 PM UTC
It is ******** when a child is being abused everday for no reason other then there born. If you dont want children. Heres 2 ideas dont have *** or if u do use a ****** and birth control or adoption. It is no fare to a child being abused for there parents lack of protection or chioces. That child has a right to live a good life. The child will do anything for one person to touch them in a postitive way. To feel loved cared for and nertuerd the way all children are suppose to be treated. There is a difference between spanking and abusing your child. 1 you dont leave marks. 2 You do it out of love not hate. 3 You tell them you love them after you spank them. "You dont cuss or tell your child you are a **** of **** go to hell I wish you were never born you are a mistake" you dont abuse your child its wrong and illegal when you do abuse your child and say those things they believe you because they dont know who else to believe other then there parents. They already wish they werent born when you abuse your child. They want out of the abuse but they dont know how so they stay. So when they grow up they either commit suicside become alcoholics, drug addicts or become abusive to there child or children. It is ******** that people adults watch this and let it happen. Even if you are not sure ask the child. The child might want to tell you but cant. The child will tell you because no child wants to be abused no child. If they dont get the help they need they will struggle there whole lifes over there abuse. Tell someone immediatley so they can get the help they need immediatly before its to late. Some even die for there parents the parents will stab them shoot them or beat them to death. Then when you did know about that child being abused you will feel guilty for not going to anyone about that child. So STOP CHILD ABUSE before its to late. Stop them from bringing abuse into there family. They may abuse there children because they were never taught how to disapline there child right. So the adult that abused when younger will " disapline" there child or children the way they were taught by abusing them. Its not right to let this go on not only is it not right but its sick to let it go on. STOP CHILD ABUSE now by telling someone if you know someone is being abused or even if u have a slight idea. Stop them from beong a concrete angel. Another peace ofstone on the ground.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
I need to make a diffrents
being the same dosen't change a thing
If I can just change one life with the things I say
when thing in life get hard you just have learn to pray
make the best of everday
if you believe the Father well help you thought
but frist we must all step up and be ready for change
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
As you can see,
I've never been a prodigy.
Always unimpressive, apparently.
Stressing is an everday thing.
But you wouldn't care,
You're just so unaware.
Depression has me ensnared,
But you couldn't handle my despair.
So keep your eyes closed.
And I'll do the same.
The things I think about are completely insane,
I wish the good times would never change.
But this isn't my dreamland.
It's a place where I don't want to stand.
Depression is the ocean,
Anxiety is the sand,
And I'm somewhere floating in between it all.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Screaming
What's the use----??
Flower of the Graces
"The Tenth Muse"
"Everyday Use It"
The earth revolves
Around the sun
Minerals Love it
Drink it vitamin C
Mass of energy A-B-C
The gravity every day
We cannot use it_
Became the play money
Copied tainted not the
Bee's honey here's
The everyday economy
One lick of hope the
envelope not much
company
Everyday- Einsteins
Big profit scope
The brainstorm Reign
All signs detour cabin
Choo Choo train caboose
You nailed it the moose
One footloose
The one-man show
Two women know
The odds to their
advantage
Someone is the traitor
Mom is the Tailor
The zigzag lines
Crazy cat felines
"That's It" punctuality,
Use your capability
"Technet Technology"
take a walk favorite park
Shiba Inu rollover
The bad ones the
Millionaires homes
flip over the do
or dare
We cannot pay
NYC token fare
Words are our power
For Sale quick sales
Being sold
Too hot whats cold
Those emails trying
to delete
(More casualties
Tombstone mummies
Democracy leading us like
dummies chewing Bear
Valentine gummies)
Like the "Elephant Stampede"
New Orleans parade
Every day please donate
We never know about
our fate too early or late
Every day new Providence
Demon computer virus
Love comes with confidence
Love yourself and Venus
Apples and oranges minus
Use it You have a voice!!!
City clean up cockroaches
Swap your fake Rolex
Watchtower index
Trump tower complex
"Eiffel Tower Use It" to be kissed
Every day we need to cleanse
The "Godly Shower" be blessed
Practical Everday Use It
Magical write poetically
Precisely the right piece puzzle
You are the one
World it's you to dazzle*
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
In a beautiful garden
sits a pretty flower
surrounded by plant life
it's filled with music
it dances and grows
as chlorophyll flows
But a vandal comes
and digs up theflower
grabs it carelessly
ripping out good roots
soon the flower
lies alone on the street
the music, the life
everything, everyone
is gone
The flower is left alone with itself
the flower hates itself
it's ugly, its wrong, its
just not perfect
and noone tells it otherwise
there is noone else
as it fills with black hate
it ripps off its petals
and plucks out it's seeds
it starts to die
it does not look like it will last til dawn
But it does
and as soon as sunrise
a wise old woman
out for her walk
stumbles upon this
pile of sadness
she gently lifts up the flower
being careful not to rip the leaves
or break the stem
she cradles it in her wrinkly arms
and takes it to her house
she waters it
and watches it
and everday she sings to the flower
day by day she always persists
and sure enough, that flower
grows new petals
and strengthens it's stem
life flowing though it
so lyrical now
it recognises the beauty
that has always been there
One day, the woman
returns the flower to the garden
and the flower dances and sings
and worries no more
because it feels beautiful
on its own
and doesnt need the other flowers
she sings for herself
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
the clock chimes
but no one counts
the days move at will
forward, backward
days stand still
the ticking of seconds
lost in the minutia
of the everyday
endless mind chatter
and negative self-talk
heart in a vacuum of speculation
what if -
coulda, shoulda, woulda
WILL NOT
DO NOT
STAY IN THIS PLACE
strain to listen
can you hear it
it's there
in the undercurrent of life
lost beyond yourself
tick tock
a shadow of a sound
tick tock
time never stops
tick tock
feel the minutes turn to days
a sense of time thrown away
on nothing
it's easy
so much easier
to wonder
what if -
why me -
than to take a deep breath
and realize
the world does not revolve
around a solitary soul
and no one is ever
the reason someone makes a choice
choices are made of free will
or they aren't choices at all
good or bad
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
can you feel it
tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
it's the minutes of life
left behind
in a cloud of never was
tick tock
the clock chimes
but no one counts
the days move at will
forward, backward
days stand still
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Heartbreak is its own form of amnesia
And sometimes music is there to numb the pain as well
But the unbearable pain has given me a seizure
Is this the end of the road for me? I can barely tell
I bleed just to feel alive
I cut everday hoping to survive
Yet the more I cut, the deeper I get
I feel further from the death trap I've set
It gets harder everyday just to breath
And when someone says they care, I find it hard to believe
Is ther anything for me in this cold world
Because I'm walking alone with no one to hold
I bleed just to feel alive
I cut everyday hoping to survive
The more I cut, the deeper I get
I'm closer to the death trap I've set
There's no one by my side
And its left me feeling broken inside
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
What, exactly, is a star? It's made up of so many things. Scientifically, it's a body of gases rubbing off against each other to create friction and heat, thus turning into a ball of bright red or blue light. And as for airplanes, they're the only mode of transportation in the air; once a man's dream, now everday's reality. The airplane can travel to any corner of the world-- how cool and sweet is that?
I see you in airplanes. I imagine them as shooting stars, with me wishing for you. I also see you in the stars, also imagining them to be airplanes which are frozen in time, with who knows where they have traveled to in the past, or where they're bound to fly to.
I love you as the stars, and I love you as the airplanes. I love you either way. No matter how far you are or how far you will go, I know I can always find you out there, free in the skies.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Have you ever experienced
the disagreement between
your brain, heart, and body?
when brain heart and body just
outcry to each other
and then you lose?
I have once
when I had my firstlove
first heartbreak
I cried everday for months
everytime i closed my eyes
in the shower
in the bed
everytime i was alone
My brain told me not to cry
yes because i deserved better than him
because he didnt deserve my tears
but my heart hurts
i felt the physical pain in my chest
my body
that was the first argument between my brain, heart, and body
I loved dressing up and doing make up
I loved shopping
I loved watching movies
those all are my hobbies
but I stopped doing them all for months
I tried thousand times
because my brain told me that it was a good escape and healing
but my heart wasnt interested at all
and my body kept screaming to sleep
I loved sleeping
I'd rather spend my time to sleep
than play with my friends
but I couldnt sleep for 3 days straight
trust me
I closed my eyes for hours
but i just didnt sleep
and sleeping pill was my last choice
I loved food
but I couldnt eat for 3 days straight
I wish i was being over dramatic
but no
I couldnt eat not because i didnt want to eat
i wish it was the case
but no
Lord knows
i really wanted to eat
but every food that crept in my mouth
would be thrown out again
every single time
I just couldnt eat
literally for 3 days straight
My brain always gave the solutions that I really wanted
But my heart always seemed not interested
And my body rejected all the attempts that I did
that time...
I just didnt know what to do...
other than try to survive
and never give up to love
my brain
my heart
my body
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
I wish I were dead.
But not really dead, just unfeeling.
Unfeeling of pain, unfeeling of love,
unfeeling of all of the above.
But I resist everday
and stay alive.
Hoping and praying
I'll stop feeling dead inside.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 11:47 PM UTC
Somedays I don't feel like writing
and it worries me because
'Writers write everday --
real ones, at least.'
I fear being ordinary,
which is tasteless because
maybe being ordinary
is what I need.
The appeal of snapbacks
and hipster haircuts
is starting to make more sense.
Blending into a crowd
might suit me better;
to be invisible but
to no longer be insecure.
Rap lyrics make more sense,
even though I can't relate;
these words are my sedation,
these clothes aren't armor
but marketable camouflage.
My words have been said before,
but that might be okay because
I'd hate to torment myself
wondering about my relevance.
So, to move on, I write,
and I write, and I write
to pander and to conform.
Substituting thought for
appealing diction and
strong imagery, afraid
to show myself because
maybe you're too much
like me, which, surely,
would eat me alive.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
The artifacts were sent back to myself from a place of memory and rememberence. I could not tell at first that these were artifacts sent to me from myself. They were everday simple things. The first one was a small compact mirror my mother owned. I use to reflect sunlight with the mirror and follow the beam of light with my eyes as it travelled through space and time.
The second artifact was a red rock I found in our back yard. It had this crimson like color no other rock had in the area it seemed. I held the rock as I layed in my bed one evening seeing the planet I found.
The final artifact was a circular thick crystal lens. My brother and I found this lens inside an old abandoned house next to my grandmothers house. When held close to a light you could see the spinning galaxies within this universe.
Earlier versions of myself sent these artifacts to the present to show me in the now that it was possible to see the universe from within. That a planet can be held in a hand. And that light can be captured.
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 12:04 AM UTC
I like white sweets,
For you only, my heart beats.
Your smile is so valuable,
For you, anytime I'm available.
You are my life,
That lucky lady is you,my wife.
Please don't be angry,
I know you are so hungry.
I've cooked your favourite dish,
I deserve at least one kiss.
For this gorgeous lady, one red rose,
How you will look on "Garmi" pose.
Forgive me for God sake,
Let's go and cut the cake.
I'll look after you everday,
By the way jaan, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY."
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
What is your mind?
Or are you the mind.
When you close your eyes,darkness.
So when we where born light was created.
Inside the mind everything seems more real.
I don't feel pain judgement or punishmant
Insdide my mind I can be happy.
Picture anything and travel to anyplace on earth.
My universal mind is infinite.
Inside my mind I will take the loved ones.
AS your body leaves this realm.
But your teaching stay here.
your words become the air you breath.
Your cries will make the skies rain.
Your pain will make this earth shake.
With your children.
Wisdom of the ages.
Fire withing the veins.
Heart erupting blood like volcanoes.
Mind thinking at speed of light.
Sun creating shadow.
Following you as your conscions waiting to take your soul to sleep.
Seen everday as the sameday.
Nothing changes but the thought.
The image will remain the same.
Your body will madifest into the air.
You will become the sun.
Watch over your loved ones as eagle.
Death is nothing but a dream.
As your mind is reincarsinated through your children.
Music heart rythms creating real warriors willing to move mountains with your mind.
As your whole life you had one long dream.
Age is not real as you can die anyday.
It was always the present.
The ancestors are still here.
They never left,they were burried under earth.
Same earth we walk on.
So you see,we are the suns of the suns of the great great grandfathers.
Nothing leaves but madifest.
Wind clouds rain oceans.its a cycle.
Death never ends and creates life.
Its like the earth in the center of the dark universe.
Its your mind.one as all and all as one
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Just imagine there are no countries
Instead one big landmass
Where the people live together in ease
Surrounded by peace and harmouny
Just imagine all the people living for today
Creating history everday.
Just imagine sun rising so beutifully
And at night the moon gleaming beutifully in the dark night
Just imagine for one moment
The darkest moment of your life
Lightened by a smile
And more brighten by a smile in reply.
Just imagine every extraordinary innovation
By a life time of preparation
Life is full of decision
Everday the community is developing
Just imagine your self
Flying among clouds
The wright brothers did
And they were right
Just imagine a simple word
That you have never heard
Can change your life
It’s a small world after all
Just imagine your so close
Yet so far for your self to be expose
Make your parents proud
You make god proud.
Just imagine someone knows
Deep inside your heart
How hard you worked
To reach your destined goals
Just imagine you tried your best
Yet you failed even with every step
You gave it all till nothing was left
Seek out the strength within you to victory
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
Would you love me if my skin was beautiful
a perfect porcelain
without scars marring my skin?
Would you love me if i had full lips
the delicate kind
that kissed roses everday?
Would you love me if i had a straight nose
a feminine one
that looked perfect from every angle?
Would you love me if i had doe shaped eyes
an innocent pair
that showed my inner purity?
Would you love me if i had an unbroken heart
like those of newborns
trusting and joyful every passing second?
Would you love me if i had a clean soul
white as the first fall of snow
never to have known of darkness and unimagninable hurts?
Would you love me if i had a muscial laughter
like gentle gurgles of a stream
never a note out of place in its symphony?
Would you love me if i spoke in soft tones
never to utter a curse
with diplomacy ruling my tongue?
Would you love me if i was this check list
of what others considered beauty
seemingly the ideal whose hand a task to win?
If you could love me as this
erase meat once from the chambers of your mind
leave no trace of my presence visible
i would be sure to disappoint your wishes and dreams
you held on high pedestals
For i am riddled with battlescars
and my words would only voice my honest opinions
my body breaking the mould of ideal perfection
my heart a shattered vase taped together
my soul steeped in darkness yet riddled with wells of dreams
If you could love my imperfections
If you could love my soul
then you and i could possibly be together
as imperfection but never alone.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I wish I could write,
Maybe then everything will be alright.
I wish I knew the words to describe
what I feel on the inside.
I wish you knew me
everday, agony.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
/I gotta (Thank God2)..(everyday2)..Aye..,(Imma Thank God2)(Thank God2)..(everday2)...Thank you so much Heavenly Father for always being with me , keeping me strong & surviving..(Thank you so much2)../*2
Aye...
/(I prosper*6)..
Thank You so much...God/*3
Aye..Imma thank God (everyday2)..I gotta (Thank God3)..Yeah, Thank you so much Heavenly Father for always being in front of me, guiding me from wrong & keep me away from harm..,You keep me aware..You keep me strong..That's why I had to write this song to..(thank God3)..(Thank you so much Father2)..Yeah..because of you..
(I prosper6)...I prosper through ever trial & every tribulation..(I prosper3) through all of my stresses, (I prosper3) through all of my sadness, (I prosper3) through all of the depression,.. (I prosper3) through all of the drama.. (I prosper6)...I prosper when they said I wouldn't,..(I prosper3) when they said I couldn't.. (I prosper6)..when nobody ever even believe in me mane Yeah I still, prosper Yeah man..(I prosper3)..because I always believed in myself,.. (I prosper3) with me having hope Yeah.. (I prosper3) because my faith wouldn't let me fail again mane..Yeah..(I prosper6)..
Thank you so much God for giving me so much worth man, we all are worthy of doing something that's life changing...Aye, I always knew I had wealth even when I didn't have a job mane, no income was coming in at all man..so many arguments wit my mama, like babyboy..get on yo grind now.. Uhh writing is my life, writing is my grind dawg..I always knew one day, like right now, it would get me paid by the graces of God..It happen too man,Yeah..(thank God*2) because of God..
(I prosper*6)
So Uhh..I (gotta thank God,2)..(Thank God2)
I gotta give all the praise to Jesus Christ..Yeah..(Thank you so much Father2)..Thank you (so much2)..for always keeping me strong, protected, healthy, & alive..because of you I prosper, I strive..I rise..Aye..
(I prosper6)..,Aye..I prosper so I can educated yall & bless yall spirits with wisdom & knowledge dawg..I'm only giving out blessings through my songs , forget brainwashing, the youth, I want all of my people to fly up to Heaven dude..(& prosper3)..(Yeah prosper3)..Dawg, Yeah we can all prosper if we fight together then..we can. start gaining back our full control,..Instead of living life the wrong way dawg.., let's live life (right2)..Stop letting the Devil attacks make you weak & distract you..just (listen to God*2)..make sure you stay on his path dawg, don't let these demons continue to take over your life, with lies , confuse you or get to you mind mane..Just cast em away..The Lord will defeat them..he already defeated Satan..mane..The government is liars they been plotting a big human extermination, they blinding us wit material lusts so they can do what they did on 9/11 but even much more terror..Yeah Its Time to wake up, rise up & fight back today ..Ayo..Shoutouts to Malcolm X, & Martin..because of them my music is prospering..Aye
(I prosper6)...I prosper through ever trial & every tribulation..(I prosper3) through all of my stresses, (I prosper3) through all of my sadness, (I prosper3) through all of the depression,.. (I prosper3) through all of the drama.. (I prosper6)...I prosper when they said I wouldn't,..(I prosper3) when they said I couldn't.. (I prosper6)..when nobody ever even believe in me mane Yeah I still, prosper Yeah man..(I prosper3)..because I always believed in myself,.. (I prosper3) with me having hope Yeah.. (I prosper3) because my faith wouldn't let me fail again mane..Yeah..(I prosper6)..
(I gotta thank God.. Thank God..Imma thank God..Thank God,Yeah2)..mane..(thank you so much Father yeah2)..for always being there for me protecting me, keeping me strong & alive..Thank you so much Father..because of you.. (I prosper*12)..
(Thank you so much God2)..Thank you so..Thank you so much..Thank you so..Thank you so much..Heavenly Father.. Yeah, Aye..I gotta (Thank God2)..Imma (thank God2)..(everyday2)..Yeah..I gotta (thank God2)..(everyday2)..Imma (Thank God*2)..everyday..
(Imma thank God, Thank God3)... Mane..Yeah..(I gotta thank God..Thank God3)..Thank you so much Father Yeah..Yeah I thank you so much Father, for protecting me, keeping me strong & alive..Yeah..Aye your so awesome.. Because of you (I prosper*6)...Ohh..
(I prosper*6)..Ohh..Yeah....
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
their is a song in my
head that will not go away
whatever i do does not help it go away
it comes back and i think pending on what
what i think about on what
the words mean and the meanning behide them and i add them to a song
everday when i wake up a new song pops up and i write it down
and im done w a new pome or song hoping that it will get out
and people will love
people reading them and knowing what i mean makes me feel good
and knowing that i am doing what i love to do
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 5:46 PM UTC
Maybe I'm a nobody,
and everybody knows you.
Maybe I won't get far,
and you'll be famous
But you wont get there on wit.
Hey captain of the Barbie squad,
Did you bleach your hair?
Seems it comes with stupidity too
Miss know it all, but really doesn't
Brand name clothes?
They look expensive, oh dear
Is that a stain? Money wasted!
Still obsessing over your hair
In the bathroom mirror?
Did you see your boyfriend was cheating?
Oh wait, it was with me wasn't it?
Maybe you're that boring,
Same drama everday
"He said, she said" nonesense
So, miss I can do anything,
What happens when daddy's money fades?
Bills pile up?
So miss I can do anything,
Having fun being Queen now?
In the end you'll still be the same
Queen of the Brainless
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 8:54 PM UTC
Queen... Have you learned the importance of the word SELF? Realizing that once you love you... You don't need nobody else. The mirror is more than a mirror.. It's reflector of power and to whom it is delivered.. I love you.. But if you don't love you.. How can I ever hug you.. If you never embrace yourself. How do you ever expect to replace you with anyone else. Every morning a different battle. Everday the same horse with a different saddle. In a boat of self pity it gets hard to paddle... I love the love that you love yourself with... I understand that a man can't really give you **** But you'll take it anyway.. Never needed the mirror you could break it any day... But I see you Queen.. I truly, truly do.. So just go to the mirror grab yourself.. And pull yourself through.. Love YourSELF...
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Let me in
and we can share,
a love like no other,
and I promise
to show I care,
every moment,
of everday,
i'll be with you forever,
and always.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC