"everone" poems
Well, not everone has a mother,
Not everyone has a father,
But im lucky to have both.
And yet have a company of a motherly figure.
Whom I can refer to as a fairy godmother.
My fairy godmother has gone through worse,
She is a perfect example of a strong woman,
Who wants her children to grow into a perfect,
Like every mother,
She has cared too much,
Loved too much,
Worried a little too much
And got hurt too much.
Yet she shines and through her scars you can see the sunshine,
Only she needs to see the shine in her heart,
Her children will do well,
She just needs to let them be,
They will grow into beautiful beings.
And will make her proud.
Things will shape up,
May my fairy godmother be happy,
I may not be near her,
I hope she loves me like her daughter,
And well her daughter is really sweet,
She will soon love her.
The unconditional love.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
I am a compilation
Of dead factions
Mangled selves
Who did not choose the right turn to
Save themselves.
I am a compilation
Of eyes set ablaze
Upon realization
of their unacknowledged
future
We are not alive if we live off lies.
This is the truth
The reason everyone dies.
Greet me
Speak every syllable of my name
In honor of those still inside
Their corpses.
Remember me.
The could have beens,
Which should have been.
What might have been better if they were?
I am filled with death
And with every word,
My every turn,
I only manage to **** more
Sing to the ones inside
The ones left beind
With no chance of being revived,
For none of you ever did exist.
Only to me.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
On my knees entering in.
I pray my prayers to the Lord above.
Just relying upon him as I've done before.
He's been my shield and my protector.
Who has guided me with unselfish love?
On the church pew I now sit.
Listening to a needed word.
And the message spokes volume to me.
Similar to the scriptures that I read.
My church.
Where tranquility resides?
Where I can always find a peaceful mind?
My church.
Where God welcoming everyone?
No discrimination because you disagree.
Even God has that feeling.
When He ministering to your personal needs.
But, he understands your questioning.
And He guides you accordingly.
Church.
That worshipping place for everone.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
Darkness has fallen, o'er everthing I know,
Everone has left me, I sit here alone.
Day after day, my heart grows more bitter,
My love for the world, has long since been withered.
From where has it come, this hate in my heart,
The anger that helped tear my family apart?
Why do I feel I am trapped in this cage,
So quick to defend, so quickly enraged?
I'm sorry for the fights, I would start everyday,
I never wanted, to hurt you that way.
I never realized, I lost all control,
Until the day when I found, my hands on your throat.
The way that I felt, I cannot explain,
I thought it was you, causing my pain.
Instead it was me, my demons have won,
This hate in my heart, has enveloped the sun.
Now as I sit here, in the dark all alone,
A coldness takes over, a numbness unknown.
How do I get back, to the light I so yearn,
Too late is this lesson, through loss it was learned.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 4:51 PM UTC
Its strange how sound exists,
How silence fits around
The noise that may be far
Or may be near,
Yet always in the gaps
Within the noise
There is the sound
Of nothingness
I am noise and action
An assault upon the senses
Of everone it seems
In earshot or worse yet
Within the range
Of touch or eyes meet,
Close enough to sense
My inner turmoiled demons
Well soon enough,
Albeit not soon enough
For some,
My noise will diminish
My actions still,
And where I once crashed
About there will be purely
Blessed quiet.
Enjoy!
Sep 7, 2023
Sep 7, 2023 at 6:55 PM UTC
Im sick
Of hiding behind the fence
Of normality
When you get down to reality
Everyone is either slightly closer
To either
Normality
Or
Insanity
Which are you!?
Go by inspirations?
NO **** THAT! HATE YOUR INSPIRATIONS!!
Impire yourself to become an inspiration
And to make other ******* weaklings
to kiss you *** to try to get tips out of you
Amd when that day comes
You simply give them the same tips i gave you
BREAK RULES
GET MAD
GET INPATIENT
DO STUPID MEANINGLESS ****
AND LEARN RATHER THAN FEEL PITY FOR YOUR SELF
FALL
RECOVER
HEAL
LEARN
AND REPEAT
Until the day youre inspired to inspire
The person you are today will ALWAYS know more therefore be wiser THEREFORE be better and closer to perfection than the person you were yesterday
Show people you can
Show people you would
Amd show people you could
So you say to yourself
I will redeem
Redeem i shall
and redeem YOU WILL!
I promise you my fellow freind
Everyone who stood by your redemption
Will love the new you
And everone who left
Will miss the new you
Do NOT invite them back
F.C
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
I would of loved you *****
But you loved everone else
I watched you day and night
Spreading your legs and letting every man come inside but me
You didn't even look at me
Never even said hello
But I looked at you
I've always looked at you
I couldn't stand to see you violate yourself
For men unworthy
So now your mine
The only man who knows what you want
The one man who knows how you like it
The only man you need to see
Your fighting me now but
you'll like being mine eventually
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
The wine and Smoke float with perfect balance, Numbing my mind and heart.
JUST KEEP BREATHING... Let it overtake me, far away to a new start or an old. I imagine I'm happy (Shiny pink lip stick makes you seem to be)
JUST KEEP LOOKING PRETTY... I feel like a useless prize! Kept by my master. Smiling, kisssing *** Keeping His dream alive! When the wine and smoke float in perfect balance, I PRETEND I'M ALIVE!
I am the sexiest in the room. You know it's true. Not beacause it is but because I feel it, I own it and It's not you. My mind is my power, eyes are the weapoon. **** INNOCENCE! You could take notes or search within, everone has it, QUIET CONFIDENCE! Not as hard as it seems. I'M LEARNING TO STROKE MY OWN EGO! Don't really need you!
Is it so bad to want for yourself and hope for another?
THEY HATE WHEN YOU'RE HAPPY! How does one fill their time? Superficial smiles, 'How do you do's" But no one cares how you do. They revel in the sound of their OWN voice. Does the truth really hurt more than years of more mistakes?
JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, OPINIONS TO YOURSELF! How dare you forget for one moment that EGO RULES THE WORLD! So, beat around the bush, grin, nod and regergitate what they want to hear because that's what they like!
Stay in the cushioned cage of your limited mind... I'LL JUST FUCKIN' FORGET YOU! Isn't that easier than the truth that I know?!
Because when the wine and smoke float in perfect balance YOU DON'T ******* EXSIST!
Dear LORD keep me STRONG; Temptation for the dramatic endlessly teases the mind...........
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:20 PM UTC
DEATH OF MAN
Ayad Gharbawi
BOOK ONE
November 25, 2009 - Damascus
So let me speak now on my thoughts that have been gathered from the years of my experiences and from the years of my thinking.
I have come to many conclusions, in a conclusion of my own life.
Let me talk about every subject that concerns you all.
You think of ‘religion’ – and that word has more than one meaning – and I must say that it is not ‘good news’ as so many religious and evangelical people propound.
I tell you my friendless friends that there is NO good news to speak of – at all. It does not exist. That does not mean to say that religious people are lying to you – no, it is just that they are idiots, that’s all.
Why do I say there’s no ‘good news?’ because life is a pile of broken glass, blood, hysteria, panic, depression, failures and ultimate pointlessness.
Let me start from the beginning.
In the beginning, Man was created and he and she are a truly, unbelievably DESPICABLE entity.
That’s my starting point for Man, his History and his so-called Civilisation.
That is my starting point for WHO Man is today as he interacts and talks with other people.
Don’t trust Man!
Don’t believe in Man!
Remember and remember firmly that Man is fundamentally EVIL and you must act accordingly.
If you trusted Man, then you must pay the price.
Why do you then cry?
Didn’t you guess or understand or fathom who this repulsive entity was and is and will be?
Now IF you can actually comprehend that Man is fundamentally evil, then you should be on the Right Path.
Now when I tell YOU that Man is evil, that means that everyone that is around your existence is EVIL.
Your family are evil; your beloved ‘friends’ are evil, your ‘lovers’ are evil, your children are ultimately going to be evil – and this fact particularly HURTS.
The humans in your job are evil. Basically try to understand that EVERONE in your life is evil and act accordingly.
What do these words mean?
These words mean that when your beloved ‘friends’ speak to you then you must pretend and act that you too ‘like’ them. But within your heart, BEAR NO ILLUSIONS! Your ‘friends’ are nothing more than sickening creatures who will one day stab you in your back.
Remember that when humans ‘talk’ to you they do not understand what and why they speak.
Ask your friend this question, ‘Who exactly are you?’
They ought to answer you honestly, ‘I know NOT myself. My Unknown Self’.
ADMIT you humans that you know not who you are!
Think that perhaps you are NOTHING?
Can you understand that question?
Jew Christian Moslem Buddhist Hindu ------- ‘who’ are ‘you’? What is your Self?
What is your Identity?
How can we – we, who do not know you - RECOGNISE you?
And what if we cannot recognise you precisely because your personality is completely unrecognisable?
What if your Self & your Soul are Unrecognisable?
Do you ever – at any flickers of Time – sense & feel that you yourself are Completely Unrecognizable?
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 6:42 AM UTC
A thought in the mind with an intuition of the soul.
Why?
Why do we write?
What we write.
When we write.
The cause.
The emotion.
The start of it all.
A large door backed up with emerging traffic.
Are you wanting to let others through?
Revealing your mind,
Your ultimate motive.
Was it euphoria?
That feeling when nothing made you feel higher.
No person or thing could take you down from your throne.
For one moment in time you could pass on that stimulation.
By bringing together, pen and paper,
You've began--
No turning back now.
Your mind-set back to that very moment.
Was it anger?
That feeling when nothing has made you feel so irate.
You've reached your boiling point,
Red with fury.
Your brow out of alignment.
Your utensil lashing out on paper as if it were your own mouth.
Screaming to the world at the top of your lungs.
If only they knew.
Was it nervousness?
That feeling when you just want to crawl up in a ball and die,
Hide back in your little corner.
Just writing about it sends beads of sweat down your forehead.
The time the whole world has eyes on you when your fearful eyes are so very blank.
Was it anticipation?
That feeling when you've almost reached the peak of the plot.
You know it's coming.
Chills are sent down your spine,
Wanting to share this excitement with everone surrounding you.
Was it sadness?
The sorrow, pain, and suffering.
You weep and want others to feel as if they were right there with you.
To build a lasting compassion.
To gain a sense of struggle,
A sense of not knowing if it will ever get better.
To feel for you.
Finding the reason for that long face through your writing.
Was it the kind action of lending a hand?
Through your thoughts,
Your voice on paper.
To touch lives.
To embrace a being without a single touch.
To listen without any attention.
To comfort without showing your physical affection.
That passion.
That motivation.
That satisfaction of someone coming up to you and saying, "Thank you."
Was it your mind purely running wild?
Story after story.
Thought after thought.
Creating characters by the hour.
Minute.
Second.
Its racing had reached no end.
One solution,
Slabbing it all on paper.
Who else to listen, but an audience.
Too many thoughs and ideas to keep inside.
Cerebral overload.
Was it simply an experience?
Yearning for the reader to be right there beside you,
At that very moment in time,
At that place,
With that person,
Saying those things,
With that look upon their face.
That feeling,
In your gut,
With that person,
At that place,
At that moment in time.
Was it knowledge?
To inform the reader possible facts.
Statistics.
Dates.
Times.
Your background.
How you became a writer.
The motivation.
The incentive.
That gut-wrenching feeling,
Deep inside of you,
Screaming to get out.
Pounding the walls of your mind to escape,
To let others in.
What you write.
When you write.
Why you write.
Why?
A thought in your mind with an intuition of your soul.
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
I don't know how much more I can take. I spend all my days smiling but all my nights crying. Every day it gets harder and harder to mask the pain the wells inside me. I walk around every day like my life is so great when really, I know that I'm just a huge mistake. People yell at everything I do. Everyone pushes me away or pulls themselves away. Everyone walks away from me. I care so much for others and I just get left out in the dust like a piece of trash. I don't even know if it's worth it to stick around anymore. I mean why should I? It's not like anyone would notice if I was gone anyways. I'm "too nice" appearently. Well guess what? I'm the way I am because I never want people to feel the pain that I'm in. I never want anyone to feel left out or unloved the way I do every single **** day of my life. I never want people to feel like they arn't really wanted or appricated. Whether it be in the classroom, on the court, where ever. Everone has a right to know that they are loved and cared about. I walk around all day and my eyes sting because I'm fighting back tears. Yet no one notices. For once it'd be so nice for someone not believe me when I tell them I'm okay. Sometiems I really want to admit it, but I just can't. I don't want to show that I'm weak. I have so many people I have to be strong for. I feel as if the weight of the world is resting on my shoulders and every day it weighs me down more and more. Every day it becomes more and more of a struggle to even get out of bed. Why should I get up to go walk around in a place where I'm not even wanted or appricated? Why do anything at all anymore? Why can't I just...not?
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
never again will i let her do it again if she tries this time im stronger and i can fight back she will never hurt me again never again will i let her hurt me like she has she has caused to much pain she will never cause me this much pain again i was hurt by her she doesnt know the pain she has caused and she will never ever lay a hand on me again cause i am strong and she cant take that away from me life for me is pain and never again will i ever let anyone hurt me if they do they will regret it everone has there fears but mine is more than a fear its much more never again
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
*The inner ciity school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and ovewhelmed.
When I saw her for the first time
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no sound of footsteps.
Her skin perfectly brown
oh she was the most beautiful lady
I had ever seen.
I think she loved teaching more than life.
She would break an adult meetng
to tend to a childs needs.
.Saying we must reschedule
I have a very important
meeting with my student
I must attend to.
she taught us patience and respect.
To listen to each other and to learn
from each person we spoke with.
she brought animals to the school
and introduced us to new species.
Everone wanted to be with her
when she taught us the class was silent
and every swoosh of her sari could be heard.
she stood by the open window of the classroom
Once and said listen can you hear it
I said its just silence Miss
she smiled and said no
it is the most beautiful
sound in the world
it is the sound of learning.
she would ask what new thing we had learned
since last she saw us.
A color a poem a book.
I think I learned how to learn from her.
She basked in her small successes.
Later she told us of the nurses a doctor
schoolteacher author and poet
that had spawned
from her class.
Now when I visit England I always try
to see her in her small retirement flat.
she pours green tea that she says comes from
the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me.
As I recount for her all the new things
I have learned in the years since I saw her last*
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
im 13 in get treat like im 4
i am hiding behind all this fear
i put a smile on my face so people don't
think im un happy in everyone all whys calling
me names i wish people could show me love
i am just so tired of hiding behind this fear
i do soooo much for everyone why cant they see
im a love-able 13 year old girl . but i guse people act like im just invisible
i need to come out of my own fear in tell people im tired of it im only one girl im not anyone slave i am me for how i am in if thwy cant apreshated that then i dont no what to tell everone then
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
and the beautiful beast
he don't take "it" from anyone
sure is easy if it aint me
sure is easy soldier boy
sure is easy if it aint aint me
oh yer crazy!...soldier boy
an the beautiful beast
he don't take "it" from anyone
you sure is a sorry sight
takin "it" from anyone
homeless streets contain ye
an yer takin "it" from anyone
an the beautiful beast
is yer god, everyone
an the beautiful beast
is yer god, everone
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 4:00 PM UTC
I forgot to remember to forget you
and today i was left on my own
guess what my mind was first drawn to
on my face, my thoughts were shown
i wish you wereent always there
hiding in the back of my mind
i wish i didnt get that blank stare
as through my life i rewind
but life isnt a wish. its a lesson learned
perhaps you were a blessing in a way
unfortunately everone still seems so concerned
but i will manage to be left alone someday...
it may not seem likely, or be any time soon
but i will overcome, i will heal this wound.
6/1/09
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC
Take me back to the days
Where the feel of texture and distinguishing colors among Africans didn't matter
Where the only word was black, and not pale or darker
Where the only weapon was loyalty upto royalty actually smarter
Where mother tongue superiority excelled the rest was after.
Where rituals and ceremonies were significant in culture
Where oral traditions activities was a preservation of history.
Where inclusivity wasn't done based on tribe, status or age
Where inspiration and education was passed from generation to generation through storytelling.
Where people performed rather than spoke
Where the media was the speaker's tone, volume, and cadence
Take me back to the days
Where people did not blame nationality, ethnicity,
culture, economics and education
Where there was no colonial **********
Where there was no concept of slavery, racism or discrimination.
Where Africa was rich in culture and not the fallacy of primitive and a backward jungle
Where Africa was peaceful and not a race with guns and violent.
Where shouting am black and proud wasn't important because color didn't matter.
Where respect for elders remained an unbroken cornerstone in african culture
Where birth, marriage and burial rites was honored.
Welcome to today's Africa
Where exporting and importing of cultures have become the trend
Where cultures travel through deserts, cross trade routes and through immigration borders
Where exchange disregards our notions of geography and race.
Where virtues such as hospitality, empathy, courtesy and respect is long gone
Where the only thing left are byproducts of culture.
Where multiculturalism has faded and everone hails on becoming one
The richness is not in Africa looking like Europe
What makes the world beautiful is in the diverse contributions
Welcome to today's Africa
Where culture is paraded on an image of drum beating
Where media's notion is dancing naked or eating bush meat
Where in the midst of it all culture lost its definition
Where there is no importance in defending a territory with no boundaries.
Where technology dominated our land and mind
The struggle lies in reclaiming what is rightfully ours
I refuse to fall and cramble because I'm for the idea of sameness.
In the mind is where it all starts
I put no blame on culture, not my affliction.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
The night was velvet
Goose bumps arrived
While nails slide across the chalkboards
Habit
Screeching
Everone was reaching
For their eardrums
Grabbin'
And I was sittin in the middle of this scene
Sandwhiched
I took out my note pad
And started scribblin
Some scrabble
And here is what I wrote
In the bibble of my babble
~
The night was velvet
Soft in deep colors
And I was visually drowning
In the sea of misunderstanding
With the rest of the others
They wanted me to describe
The drastic destiny of why
We are all here
And when will we all die
On the last night you remembered
The night was velvet
The touch that affected you different
You felt that moment
The purpose of you being
Was alive in the breath you spoke
And when you spoke it
You said you'd die
When the life around you exploded
I couldn't question the answer
So I answered the question
Life is just a history of lesssons
To test your knowledge of learning
What the gift is
And you've learned
The night was velvet
A soft downey skin
Tufted along the fabric of life in sin
When will this all end
As the goosebumps spark fear
In my head hoping I'm not accountable
For everything I did
I think about all I have read
And hope that it is adequate
But I feel the only thing that I've learned
Is...
The night was velvet
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
It's lonely at the top and it's lonely at the bottom.
'Cause everone has their ups and downs.
Life isn't easy we all know that, but someone up above is looking 'round.
You gotta keep your chin up, you gotta keep a smile.
Everbody's got to have someone to love and laugh awhile.
Looking from a distance you never see alot.
You dont know what is there until it's not.
This is true my friend you really wouldn't know,
until you feel your heart break, then you feel it grow.
Treat your loved one with tenderness
and tell her that you care.
'Cause you wont know what you had, until she's not there.
There comes a time for all of us, our feelings turn apart.
We think that it's the end of love, but it's really just begun.
It makes our hearts grow stronger, and we must carry on.
We will live and love and laugh again,
because it's written in this song.
As time goes by it mends our hearts,
that's what we like to say.
But really deep inside of us it never goes away.
So I think of all the good times the two of us have spent,
and that alone will mend my heart,
'cause it's surely heaven sent.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 5:47 PM UTC
I feel so alone like a shadow in the corner of the wall,
I feel so alone I can hear whispers from people that are not their.
I feel so alone I get thoughts of suicide,
I feel so alone a piece of me has died.
I feel so alone I hide behind my own shadow sometime,
i feel so alone; inside me nothing shines.
I feel so alone I'm going to end my life tonight,
I'm going to cut my wrist and put a bullet in my head all at one time.
sorry everone for i let you down,
sorry for always having a frown.
tonight is the night,
i will no longer fight.
goodbye.......
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
*The inner ciity school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and overwhelmed.
When I saw her for the first time
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no sound of footsteps.
Her skin perfectly brown
oh she was the most beautiful lady
I had ever seen.
I think she loved teaching more than life.
She wld break an adult meetng
to tend to a childs needs.
.Saying we must reschedule
I have a very important
meeting with my student
I must attend to.
she taught us patience and respect.
To listen to each other and to learn
from each person we spoke with.
she brought animals to the school
and introduced us to new species.
Everone wanted to be with her
when she taught us the class was silent
and every swoosh of her sari could be heard.
she stood by the open window of the classroom
Once and said listen can you hear it
I said its just silence Miss
she smiled and said no
it is the most beautiful
sound in the world
it is the sound of learning.
she would ask what new thing we had learned
since last she saw us.
A color a poem a book.
I think I learned how to learn from her.
She basked in her small successes.
Later she told us of the nurses a doctor
schoolteacher author and poet
that had spawned
from her class.
Now when I visit England I always try
to see her in her small retirement flat.
she pours green tea that she says comes from
the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me.
As I recount for her all the new things
I have learned in the years since I saw her last.*
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
im happy to day.
its such a beatiful day today '
the sun brings a smile to me .
the world would end up dead if ever one never had a smile .
now if i rains everone is sad cause it gets dark in lonly
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
My soul keeps wandering these empty halls.
It's lost and have no meaning no path.
Wandering like a ghost haunting me about my past.
My shadow who keep letting these thoughts coming in to my mind.
My mind fille dup with chaos and nonsense.
The words I make up in my head is like knives in my soul
And when I let them go to me, my herat is puring out
My eyes start pushing sadness trhough my eyes.
My pillow gets mascara marks from my pain.
And outside of these walls everone thinks Im fine.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
bursting free
love
loving
she
the day is hers
she
is everone's
come
burst free
lovers
rise
arise
little girl
every child
little girl
everyone alive
free
love
loving
we are MANKIND
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 12:08 PM UTC
*The inner city school was big and noisy.
I remember being scared and overwhelmed.
When I saw her for the first time
a cornucopia of colors In her flowing sari.
She floated no sound of footsteps.
Her skin perfectly brown
oh she was the most beautiful lady
I had ever seen.
I think she loved teaching more than life.
She would break an adult meetng
to tend to a childs needs.
.Saying we must reschedule
I have a very important
meeting with my student
I must attend to.
she taught us patience and respect.
To listen to each other and to learn
from each person we spoke with.
she brought animals to the school
and introduced us to new species.
Everone wanted to be with her
when she taught us the class was silent
and every swoosh of her sari could be heard.
she stood by the open window of the classroom
Once and said listen can you hear it
I said its just silence Miss
she smiled and said no
it is the most beautiful
sound in the world
it is the sound of learning.
she would ask
what new thing we had learned
since last she saw us.
A color a poem a book.
I think I learned how to learn from her.
She basked in her small successes.
Later she told us of the nurses a doctor
schoolteacher author and a poet
that had spawned
from her classes.
Now when I visit England I always try
to see her in her small retirement flat.
she pours green tea that she says comes from
the foothills of the himalayas still teaching me.
As I recount for her all the new things
I have learned in the years since I saw her last.*
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC