"everyhing" poems
We have been kicking it for a minute or yhu can say a while
I love everyhing about yhu from ya laugh to ya smile
Time goes by I find myself continuosly asking that question yhu relunctantly turn down
but you don't want to stop messing around
You like us better with no title
Your not my girl, not my wife none of the lubby dubby shyt
But you always come to me when you need that quick fix
I'm patiently waiting for you to be ready
Wondering will you ever be my girl or should I say lady
But you prefere us to have no title
You want no compilcations to what we created things go smooth
You already got ya wife someone already married you
No ring involved just a word with no meaning someone before me has a title ****
So I'm stuck with working hard to move up a notch from just ya friend
You say 'we are better with no title'
Well I'm sick of this shyt I can't take no more
You be my girl or I will permanantly walk out ya door
I am willing to let go of the sex,laughs,conversation no more of my time will I waste on you
I soon find someone to give me what you was so scared to
A TITLE
Now your ****** I ain't shyt now you hate my guts
Mad at the fact I found someone to return the love
You feel some type of way now I have found someone new
And now I'm ok with being just friends with you
Your right we don't need a title
See I got tired of asking, wanting, and waitng
So yes I went and found someone that would love to be my lady
Now I have a girlfriend, you want to be that so you make a rival
All your screaming ranting and raving in the beginning your the one who said we didn't need a title......
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
You are the sad love song I hear on the radio
You are the boy causing my friend grief and heartbreak
The empty beer bottles scattered all over the floor
The dark eyes staring back at me in the mirror, eyes that are not mine . Ones I do not recognize
You are alternate side parking on a thursday morning
You are all the reasons why not to leave my house on a rainy day
You are the little girl walkin the street alone looking around for the caring parent who will never be there on time to pick her up for school
You are the fighting couple in the middle of the street everyone walks by and doesn't pay attention to
The crushed up cigarettes on the floor that took someone's life
The wrong lotto ticket that the family on 6 was depending on
You are the emptiness in the poor mans stomach
You are the smoke coming out of the angry mans ears
You are the green in the jealous mans eyes
You are the deserted street no one dares to walk on
You are the outcome of a helpless soul
You are the feeling of anguish that rushes over the lonely widow
You are the voices of the unheard children
You are the letter that was never received
You are the lost the destiny
You are the never ending tunnels
The aid who never came
The hope which started to fade
The life of that fine young land
The reasons why we get do mad
You are thestory I can not write
You are the fear on thst dark stormy nigt
But out of all these things you are the one who ran back into the falling towers .
The sun that's hiding behind the clouds
The boy who plays his guitar on the street that doesn't give up
You are the penny that goes to charity
The older brother that protects his siblings
The mother who is strong even though her husband left her
You are the one who keeps the world going
You are the kids who made a difference the ones who didn't let anyone change them
The one I go to when everyhing feels wrong
The one that listens
The one who knows
You are the story that will never be able to be told for you are the story I can not write , too many different sides of you . So many my fingers just can't type
You arethe story I can not write but you are the story that will be a legend for ever .
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
words already written somewhere
in the syntax of time
some waiting to be revealed
expelled through themselves
you
waiting to be caught falling back
into the great wide narrow
open
life gets unbearable
if you feel it en detail
the naked devil in the details
yeah yeah yeah
you are
on the quest for a nymph of the lungs
a never envisioned bride with a maybe smile
moaning melissas not monalisas
softnes curves textures and forgetting
like a work of art
blank canvas for your might in delight
you are also looking for that pain
again and again
more view in between your shoulders
she did it and maybe they subtly pay
the paradox of a black hole
our hearts
fancy yourself
you invent the feminine itself
on the edge of self-combustion
the feast of an unknown body
till you turn into yourself again
and into wildflowers
they taste the magnetic field
its scorch its bustling to give and receive
who gives who receives
the earth wonders
there is earth in our bones
everyhing has its nemesis
dont't worry
I'll bathe you in my tears
still
I'm writing this poem
with/for a smile
in all fairness
the woodpacker came today
its flight filled with bliss
it flies like a deer
tied up in
its desire
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 9:28 AM UTC
I'm losing my edge I'm losing my mind about to end a chapter in this relationship where's the button to take it all back like it never even happen rewind they say it gets better in time but I beg to differ people say there's always a winner but I'm a lose lose situation who is really the winner I had my flaws but so did she. I'm the end she was everyhing to me but what she just done to me was far more then a man's heart should be able to bare. Just thinking of her legs open as they made *********** moaning interlocking hands stairing into each other's eyes. Not once but twice did they link up just goes to show what she thought about me how much she really gave a **** Or maybe the other two guys ***** she ****** maybe it's my fault maybe that's my luck not to mention all the nudes she sent from standing up to laying down or ***** out while she is bent over. Maybe I should just give up on love all its done is maed me feel alone and lost I'm bound to rebound right by any mean any cost? My reality is real this comes from the heart to express how I feel how do you mend a broken heart but feeling the pain you can't deal? I'm like who's really real. Bad enough no one can hear my silent screams the only time I feel good is when I'm sleep lost in my dreams............
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
YOU LOVE HIM SO YOU COVER UP THE ABUSE, PUTTING ON YOUR MAC MAKE UP TO COVER UP THE BLACK EYE THAT HE GAVE YOU. GETTING INTO LIP STICK TO COVER UP THAT SCAR TISSUE, THATS JUST ON THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH LEFT THERE AFTHER YOU HAD YOUR STITCHES REMOVED. YOU LOVE HIM SO YOU COVER UP THE ABUSE, DRINKING HEAVILY WHEN FRIENDS COME OVER SO THEY CAN SEE A HAPPIER SIDE OF YOU. IN THE SUMMER YOUR WEARING PANTS BECAUSE YOUR LEGS ARE ALL BRUSIED AND YOUR HOME GIRLS ARE LAUGHING THINKING THAT YOU DRESS LIKE A FOOL. BECAUSE YOU KEEP IT FROM THEM, THE INJURIES THAT HE CONFLICTS ONTO YOU. YOU LOVE HIM SO YOU COVER UP THE ABUSE, DISTANCING YOUR SELF FROM FAMILY BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW WELL THEY CAN READ YOU. YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER KNOWS EVERYHING SO YOU PICK FIGHTS TO MAKE HER NOT WANNA CONVERSATE WITH YOU. AN YOU DARE NOT SPEAK TO YOUR BROTHERS BECAUSE TO HIM YOU KNOW WHAT THEY WILL DO. YOU LOVE HIM SO YOU COVER UP THE ABUSE, NOW YOUR LOOKING AT YOUR SELF LYING ON THE FLOOR IN A PUDDLE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD, YOUR BODY LAYING LIFELESS, SWELLING AND TURNING BLUE. IF ONLY YOU WOULD HAVE STOP COVERING UP THE ABUSE AND RECOGNIZED IT WASNT LOVE THAT HE HAD FOR YOU.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Baby, you are the melody
I wake up to, that I
hum to all day long.
You're the voice of inspiration
You're the lyrics to every song
Baby, you are the light
in my lingering darkness
when I'm wasted on the floor.
You're my saving grace, my angel
My motivation to want to be more
Baby, you're the sweet
scent of summer.
You're the heat on my skin
You're a cool, refreshing breeze
You're my absolute everyhing.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I am never gonna change.
I don't need to.
I'm already everyhing.
I am what you call deranged.
People see that.
I'm already dead.
Far away and out of range.
I don't want to.
I don't need friends.
I am never gonna change.
Just so you would.
Start to like me.
I am not controlled or stopped.
Say goodnight to niceties.
Goodbye to free will.
Hello misery.
If you ever cross me.
I'm sorry doctor.
There's nothing to cure.
I just hurt because I can.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
before
there was once someone
someone who once made everything
but now can make nothing much
than what he made
there was once someone
someone who once knew everything
but now knows nothing much
than what he knows
there was once someone
someone who once sees everything
but now sees nothing much
than what he sees
now
there is this cycle
a cycle of everything making the maker
a cycle of everything knowing the knower
a cycle of everything seeing the seer
there is this cycle
a cycle of the maker making everyhing
a cycle of the knowing everything
a cycle of the seer seeing everything
soon
there will come a time
the maker will make
the knower will know
the seer will see
as once more
everything
was
is
will be
nothing
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC