"everthing" poems
love is like a blanket it can warm you through
takes away the cold and stops you turning blue
wraps around your body as it holds you tight
gives you lots of warmth to help you through the night
it can be a duvet so very thick and strong
and be there to comfort you when ever things go wrong
it is always there in everthing you do
love is like a blanket there to comfort you
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 4:08 PM UTC
I am worthless
I'm about to fall
But that's okay
No one else cares
So why should you?
I am worthless
I can't contribute
All I do is waste
Waste anything and everthing
Food
Water
Shelter
Words
Light
Time
Space
Everthing I touch is wasted
I am worthless
Don't bother trying to save me
If I leave
If I die
It will be better for everyone
I am worthless
Just let me die
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
A young girl is walking on a sinuous and rough trail.
Wounds and scratches have found its place in her body, so frail.
As she reached the end of the pathway, she began to feel decrepit and impuissant that she wanted to discreetly skreigh.
On a cloudy dark night, a boy appeared in the fog.
He said
Everthing will be okay..
Don't worry..
Just take my hand..
He took her to a place
that is very bright,
dazzling that it hurts
her heavy eyes.
They both sitted on an evergreen
well-groomed grass.
She noticed the beautiful scenery that appeared.
It calmed her mind,
her heart,
her whole being.
The sun shines,
the water by the river is crystal blue,
the breeze of the wind blows her hair.
She have seen the skies,
the birds and the flowers
surrounded by tall trees.
This place is filled with love, joy and happiness.
This is the place that she can choose to be with
or she can be in another world..
- Ella Salvador
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
My anxiety pulls me in my room and locks the door
My anxiety throws out the key that never existed and taunts me
Makes me think I am not loved
Makes me not reflect on my actions that cause pain
Makes me feel crazy even though I am not
Makes me feel like I am the only one in the world that feels this way
My anxiety ruins the good things in my life and turns it around to hurt me
But my anxiety can't hurt me
My anxiety is only in my head
AND because of this I have overthought and painful thoughts about what is going to happen to me so I stay in a state of fear
Torture
Anger
Sadness
I have even thought of how it must feel when I am gone
But once I thought that I realised once I am dead I am dead and who knows if you still feel the pain or not
So I decided to keep on living to get rid of this constant anxiety and live a better life.
SO
But my anxiety does not define me
It does not define my actions
My thoughts
My pain
My happiness
My tears
MY anxiety will not lock me in my own room in a state of fear and sadness
MY anxiety will not take away everthing I have ever loved and will love in the future
I threw my anxiety out the window and made a key to get my self out of this room
And If it comes out
I will throw it out over and over again and find and create new keys with the heart of people and my own
And although my anxiety is an emotion that makes me hate myself
I will continue to love myself and stay the amazing person that I know I am and not change for something that is insignificant and cruel as anxiety
And I will learn to grow, love and learn to never Ever let anxiety define ME
And so should YOU
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
they write about her im the toilets.
they call her a ****
they mock her.
they make her hate herself.
everything she is, everthing shes become.
its their fault.
she crys herself to sleep at night.
wishing she could change.
wishing the scars would fade.
wishing she could fade.
wishing she hadnt done the things she things she had.
wishing.
wishing.
wishing.
just wishing she would die.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 7:54 PM UTC
if we have respect then we have our pride
happy and content with ourself inside
have respect for life in everthing you do
life will do the same give respect to you.
have respect for others of each and every race
each and everywhere respect it has its place
something we can give something we can share
show respect for others each and everywhere
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
you always make me happy when ever im with you
make me feel alive make me feel brand new
the smile you always wear all across your face
sends the soul in me to a different place
with your loving way that you give to me
you brighten up my life set my spirit free
everthing i dreamed of you just have it all
deep in love with you i began to fall
i just want to be with you for now and evermore
the feelings that you give me i never had before
you are everthing your my dreams come true
for the rest of my life i want to spend with you
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC
Like Mono to Stereo
that's how paths
change.
And like the Ocean;
sometimes calm,
sometimes weak,
in the blink of an
eye, a tempest.
That's how Love is.
I cry.
You smile.
We each taste
Love in
different ways.
It is true that I
only lived for you.
I only thirsted for
your love.
In doing so, you got
the best of me.
And I lost myself.
I forgot that I
too, needed love.
I forgot how beautiful
I am.
I forgot me.
It’s so strange
that you can love
someone and lose
yourself at the same
time.
Loose your singularity
It’s so strange
that we will change
and adjust, for that
someone.
For love?
But as I did
I couldn't bear it anymore,
I was becoming me.
Loving you I lacked
everthing.
Loving me I lacked
nothing.
Loving me, might be
harder than loving
someone else.
However,
I’m the one I should love in this world
Me, who shines, my precious soul
Now I finally realize, so I love me
Though I may lack some things, I’m so beautiful.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
my heart is in a cage
the cage is invisible
but my heart is barely visible
hidden behind so many bars that are practically invincible
because every bar is made from a scar
i dont even know how many there are
so many; it seems more like a prison
everytime feelings have risen
they couldnt get break out
and who wants to break into a jail
when every attempt seems to fail
it seems ive been trapped in this cell
ever since that one time i fell (in love)
how long have i been here
i cant even tell anymore
sometimes i just sit and stare at the lock
and everthing that is blocking the door
someday it will open
as long as the lock isnt broken
atleast thats what i'm always hopin
I do believe one day
you will find the key
to this invisble cage
but you better hurry
it only gets stronger with age
beware of the jokes
and meaningless conversations
that never get serious
because they will turn you away
as i try to run away
but i hope you swill stay
and break these scars
so i can let go of all the pain
and all this rage
stuck inside my rib cage
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC
if we have respect then we have our pride
happy and content with ourself inside
have respect for life in everthing you do
life will do the same give respect to you.
have respect for others of each and every race
each and everywhere respect it has its place
something we can give something we can share
show respect for others each and everywhere
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
I unlove you
I don't care if it's a neologism
It's my heart you imprisoned
And I unlove you for that
You were everything I wanted
Because I love everything you're not
I love it a lot, like a lot a lot
And I love what you don't look like
I've fallen head over heels for
Whose personality you don't resemble
I long for the way your kisses differ
How the *** isn't as curricular
But of course that's not enough
I want to want you
And "you" is an easy word to rhyme with
So that's what I won't do
See how easily I'm distracted away
From what you've got, what I can't say?
Because all I know is what you don't relay
How we share a not-so-bad day
I've got a question... if I may
I should love you for what you've got, right?
For all you are and not for who you're not, right?
If this holds true, we'll descend from the spotlight
'Cause I don't care about who you are, just who you're not quite
I unlove you with my whole heart
And I refuse to dig any further
I like to love everthing you're not about
And I pray that's okay with you
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
Raindrops striking the window pane
I need to wipe them off...
I try,
BUT, they keep gushing
Blocking sight, the scene, efforts in vain
Bluring everything, obscuring everything
WAIT
Is it just me?
Then I realise - I'm crying
.
That window will break, someday, some time...
Shall that crack in that window..
"Snap!"
everything shall spill
Rain will flood in, and it's more than my eyes they will fill
Drenching everthing
Someone needs to wipe them away!
I'll try. I'll TRY. I'LL TRY.
Why isn't anyone helping me?
Mum, why do you stray?
.
Raindrops are falling,
Raindrops getting desperate, falling harder.
No one understands why they are, not even my Mother
They etch and carve at my window pains. Slowly..... eventually..... it will end in drains
Slowly.
Eventually.
One day.
.
Hallucinations. More carving, from cheeks to arms
Raindrops turn red.
No longer in drips, more of streams and river beds
Down the clear glass, seemingly steady and seemingly smooth
They keep waking me up in the middle of the night
I can't sleep. On my bed I flop.
That familar tune - monotonomous, dreadful:
"Drip, Drip, Drip, Drop."
Do you have them window pains?
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
if we have respect then we have our pride
happy and content with ourself inside
have respect for life in everthing you do
life will do the same give respect to you.
have respect for others of each and every race
each and everywhere respect it has its place
something we can give something we can share
show respect for others each and everywhere
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
. . .
. . . .
. . . . . . . . .
i stare at a docile ocean
waveless sun accosted
dark and shadow edged
tinned with men's brave
history of misconception i
'Dragonne'.
'Colossuus'.
'Cetaecean'.
- Leviathan ?
As sure as hope setting sail -
Past shoal, past shallow,
So each chase begins.
Lines parsing out,
Expectations coyly
Embroidered,
Entwin-ned.
- Leviathan ?
Pray please this narrative be drawn :
Truth for sake of safe harbour;
Stillness without caution;
Softly ripening dawn;
Jupiter and Venus descendant,
Celestial promise anon ?
- Leviathan .
Violence
the casual violence of life
the worst kind
not casual really but whats violence anyway
few knew why why ask why the few
once the dice flipped get
its a flying a mind a dunzo game
gravity responds we hope hope together sake
to gether
we short the freaks short em' all them freakin freaks freaks
i want you I want yours
i want to take you over
take control take over
29' run kontrol all night day
long time end time
everthing happens forfurfor fit ur
once and done (nature) forfeiture
reason or ur other or ur another or ur a altogether reason
or simple GP drunkworld
reason (nurture)
surprise my ripest faither - less
5 rise 10 run huh
up the down and dumb
dumb ber right left left right thum ber
number one number
numb - ber
one ones
another
come
under
the
(tumb)
.
All Rights Reserved.
James R. Morse, NYC 2013.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
I wish i had a daddy .
I wish i was the little princess of a daddy.
I wish i had a daddy to take me shoping
I wish i had a daddy to come in my bedroom why im
laying in my bed in tell funny storys then cover me up in give me a good night kiss on the check. Their was this one man how i realy look up to as my daddy he treated me like i was his own in like a princess in would sit in listen to how i felt in everthing eles he was the only man how i have ever look up to as my daddy in now i wont ever get to see him ever again he loved me as his daughter he would alwhys say how he more then a daddy then what jay is cause he dose more for me then what that jay guy has ever did 4 me . in his name was rohn he was gonna be my step dad in 2 moths but my mom in him brooke up now i am never ever oloud to see im again now so i am sad but maybe one day i will get to him again sincarly love me hayley >3
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Forgive me Father
God bless Gin
Drank before, be Drunk again
Alone in a corner, Alone with friends
Everthing lies, Everything sins
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 11:47 AM UTC
when were very young manners we are learnt
not to play with fire or someday we get burnt
have respect for elders yet another task
say please for everthing before you even ask
thankyou when your given any thing at all
keep your manners always never let them fall
this is what were taught and for ever they will stay
this is what were learnt and dont let them slip away
always use your manners in everything you do
then everyone around you will have respect for you
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
there was a little monkey he played the violin
he just love to hold it with his little chin
he would use the bow pulling to and fro
from his violin his music it would flow
he had a dream that oneday famous he would be
a violinist of the best go down in history
he praticed everyday two hours maybe more
until everthing was perfect for his music score
there was a competition to play the albert all
monkey stood in line waiting for his call
then came his time to play he would do is best
to be the best of all and beat all the rest
he began to play the crowd he did amaze
playing with such skill they were in a daze
they shouted out for more and stood up on there feet
monkey he was proud it made him feel complete
monkey he had won now a music star
people came to see from near and a far
now he travels global for all the world to see
all around the world famous now is he
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
*she was a very bright girl
4 years old, pigetails laughing, smiling thinking the old kids were really cool.
she was happy
7 years old, one braid in each side always smiling noticing how the big kids put on a new layer of make up at lunch time.
she was smiling
10 years old, her big curly hair hanging loose she lost all her friend but she was a strong girl so she smiled even when they called her ugly or fat.
she was never making eyecontact
12 years old straight hair looking at the ground all the time barely ever talking, ignoring the kids calling her fat, ugly but it still hurt her.
she was never talking, never smiling and never taking out her head phones
14 years old, hair in a pony tail, having to redo her makeup at lunch time cause she cried of everthing while she sat in her locker she could easily fit there since she had been starving herself.
she had scars and cuts on her arms and legs
15 years old, she stopped carring she was wearing short sleeves hair hanging loose again straightened but teased, the kids called her attention ***** and pushed her around like a ball.
it's her birthday
today she would have turned 15 but she's not here anymore, she took a choice and left this world too early she wasn't supposed to be happy... not in this place, but she's somewhere else now somewhere better
everybody is sad that she left this early, but they didn't belive her when she told she wanted to leave...*
(c.m.h)
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
in a land of fantasy so beautiful and free
where everthing was magical as lovely as can be
there was a purple hedgehog as friendly as can be
he lived in the woods underneath a tree
there were little ladybirds having lots of fun
dancing there so happily underneath the sun
the stars were made of diamonds twinkling in the night
underneath the moon shining oh so bright
the grass was just like velvet so beautiful to see
everything was peaceful so beautiful and free
in this land of fantasy is where i long to be.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
I'm not a good person,
It's not too hard to see.
It's pouring from my sweatglands
And lingering in my sleep.
I'm not a good person,
It's pretty obvious to see.
Cause everthing you tell me,
I seem to believe.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
Poetry is the direct cause of death of boredom.
Spoken words exist to excite the human soul
and to crown artistry with the nectar of wisdom
Poetry has more decibels than the Superbowl.
Poetry is the Ganga of the human soul.
It induces a beautiful feeling that stupefies
and leaves the mind dazed like a drunken fowl,
yet it delivers results that really satisfies.
Poetry flows from the fountain of Wakanda
and permeates the arid soil of Timbuktu.
Poetry is the vault to the treasures of Zamunda,
where Mammy Wata guards the Kane of Mobutu.
Poetry is the language used at the creation.
When earth was young and everything was dark,
The great arbiter called out light and put things in motion.
He used spoken words to tell Noah to build the ark.
Poetry is life and life is in coexistance with poetry.
Before ancient Africa and the pyramid of Egypt,
Poetry was cooked and stored in God's pantry.
Ready for use in the Garden of Eden's script.
#IvanBrookspoetry ©️
#Bassapoet✍️
5.24.2019
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
What do you give yourself? How do you honor yourself? How do you show diginity and respect for yourself? If you don't do this or you don't know how to do any of this, make it your top priority to LEARN how. It is an invaluable skill to learn how to love yourself. I'm not talking about standing in front of a mirror and saying "I love you" -- that is maybe the first step. Loving yourself or even thinking postively about yourself is like climbing a slippery mountain where the fall really hurts. But, when you get down to it and truly care for yourself, above everyone and everthing else, you don't have to climb that mountain of self-love. You can fly over that mountain. And on the other side is paradise. This paradise is all the love and goodness that you crave from others, except this love is unlimited and endless. It will forever flow into your heart because it's source is you. You are an evergreen wellspring of unconditional love. If you really sit down with yourself and be honest and say to yourself, "hey, Self, how do I stop being so mean to you?" And, "how do I start loving you and treating you with the respect, adoration, and sweetness that I seek from others?" When you figure that out and become crystal clear about HOW to do this and most importantly, if you're READY to do this -- I mean REALLY READY to do this, then just... do it.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
through the eyes of a child, everthing is lovely
the neighbor is kind, it rains fruit punch and candy is the balanced diet
running around all day laughing,playing
imagine being a superhero
with the mask and a cape
the clouds are actually cotton candy and mud-pies are chocolate cakes
all animals are nice and noone is unliked
so how about we play around with dolphins
and kiss a tiger while stargazing
in the eyes of a child, the world seems amazing
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
9th month
September2013:
blue skys
warm air
at night it would go cold
the autumn leaves slowly started to fall
still rained from the summer
and the cold wind
started to chill us to the bone
On the first week
i walked to my friends house
with Zoe and her french exchange student Elise on my side,
we waked into Zoes house and sat in the kitchen
Elise had an apple with peanut butter
Me and Zoe Had Soup
We walked after to a little River bank,
Elise sat on the rocks
i skipped flat rocks like Amelie Poulain
Zoe took picutres of the river.
We found a ripped dollar bill with a phone number written on it
Zoe texted it, no answer
it rained later that evening
i reasted on my bed and thought about the day
with a smile
i Biked to my favorite field
one evening...
recited a poem i made up in my head
the one line that i repeted was
" Will the love of Fall and Winter choose me this year?"
a week later a girl named Kirsten walked into my life
with a smile and wave, i wanted to meet her
we talked one day and planned to go to my favorite field
on a Friday..Friday the 13th..not so unlucky
though i cut myself shaving
i went to go meet her that friday
i walked down the stairs
there she was at the bottom of the stair case
"What will become of us?"i thought
She facing the other way,
i wondered if we would become friends
I tapped her on the shoulder
turned around with a surpised look
then she gave me a warm smile
We went to the field
sat in a childrens park
Then sat in the grass that melted in the sun
i showed her a leaf that looked like a heart
..i kept it under my hat...
i walked her home, she lived close by
i gave her a hug and left with a smile on my face
Got home and put the heart leaf on my wall
We became friends
Talked everyday
i would walk her home
and meet her in the field
as i came in riding my bike
She kissed me before i left...
I started to fancy her
she to started fancy me
I asked if she would be mine
she told me wait
i said " i will!"
Nights came
when we walked around looking the stars and looking at the city lights
laying the grass and runnning around
we were happy
The night was ours
She kissed me goodnight
i went home
fell upon my flower my bed
and dreamed of her...
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC