"everythig" poems
Happy..
Energetic..
Care free..
These are the memories from my childhood
The innocence I once had is forever gone
Sorrow and woe has taken its place
Consuming me from the inside out
I am trapped within myself
With no hope of ever feeling alive
I sit in this hollowed out shell of mine
Physically looking as if nothing is wrong
While emotionally unstable
Locked in my room i stay
Out of fear from the people who don't undestand
I see them staring
I hear them whisper and laugh
Will the teasing ever stop?
Silent I stay
Pretending not to hear
Faking my smiles as if everythig is fine.
Holding in the tears that want to pour out
Stupid girl
Don't give them that satisfaction
Don't you cry
Not yet...
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
I have not been this sad in such long a while-
That I though my face
would soon pick a smile.
But I know that I cannot lie to myself anymore.
I'm depressed again. I've walked this path before.
I wish I would say I was sad, but I'd be lying,-
Cuz pain's smaller than the reason I'd be crying.
So I will turn my every
tear and bits of rage-
Into ink, then write down how I feel on this page.
'They say that every cloud has some silver lining.
Well, they haven't seen
the clouds I'm seeing;
If big boys do not cry
then I am really unique.
And if 'unique' is not
normal, then I'm a freak!!!
They say 'never put all
your eggs in 1 basket.'
But I did worse on the
Friday that you and I met.
Its like I put my eggs in a worn-out basket and-
Put that basket in some blind cripple's weak hand.
I kept playing back how
everythig fit perfectly,
Us; teasing fate. Like you were meant for me.
I couldn't stop smiling
even when I got home.
I even broke more rules
and wrote you a poem.
True, I was scared it was too good to be true,
But I somehow believed
that we'd pull through.
I was ready to fight
whatever odds I'd face.
But I can't throw a blow against your happiness.
I may love you more than him, but its okay,
To me, its been about you from the first day.
I'll not be around much,
because I really do care.
But if you'll need me, I
hope that I'll be there.
I heard that to cry about a girl is just being wack.
But I'd rather be ****** than hold the tears back.
I bade you farewell with wet eyes and a smirk.
But I didn't agree that we really couldn't work.
You asked me to keep you close in my pieces,
But there's not much to
say about past wishes.
But, sure as rain,I wrote this poem just for you.
I'm really sorry if you wont find it very beautiful.'
Melting my sorrow, my
wishes and my regrets,
I channeled my pain out
through my eye sockets.
I tapped each drop into a fountain pen I love alot,
Scribbled something and
this is the poem I got.
Keep Smiling
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
There's always that one person that will always have your heart. Yeah your definitely that one for me.
Do you remember how it used to be?
How we used to stay up till 5 every night just to talk to eachother?
How we would always fantasize about what could be. About the things we wanted to do.
Do you still think about how we used to talk every minute of every day?.... We never ran out of things to say... **** I sure miss you. I still remember the first moment I thought I liked you. Two years ago.... **** babe You took my breath away.
Yes of course there was other guys that got my attention. Mostly ones others would classify them as perfect. But with you it was so much more, There was something about you that I couldn't get off my mind.
Before anyone knew about our mistakes, it was great. I loved everything you use to say. Even if it was about video games or movies it was okay. I didn't care it was still you and that's all that mattered to me.
Yeah we got into some trouble and they found out I thought it was the end I thought you might give up but you didn't. You came right back. You and me we acted like we didn't care we still stayed up late and talked for hours like we used to.
But we got caught again a few months later and now it's like it all wore off like everything that happened in those two years is lost. We don't talk anymore all those late nights are over... I hate this.
I wish I knew what you thought.
I wish I knew if you still felt the same way.
I still stay up but when I do it's only so I can think of you and what could be...
Just trying to keep myself from calling you.
**** I miss you so bad babe.
To me you were so perfect
It never mattered if circumstances in my life was going wrong cause you made me so happy.
Everything was right a long as you where only looking at me.
I miss you, I miss everything about you.
I like how you made me work for it how it wasn't just given..it was always so real and I never wanted to see us end.
And now no matter what I do something reminds me...
A catch if your sent in the wind my way...
An old txt locked in my phone of something you had said.
A song a show a movie it doesn't matter cause no matter what a thought always brings me back to you.
Even if I'm with another and I'm in his arms I still think of you he coul do everything right but it still wouldn't be you.
With you my heart was there everythig felt so right if only there wasn't that night that they found out maybe you and I would still be talking. If only.....
I would tell you this but if I did there would be no mystery
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
The poems were just falling out, I was walking into words much like stumbling through spider webs in the dark. Some coming too fast to have time to find a sketch pad, or a new one already dancing in my head before the last one was written down. Post it notes started to come in handy. Waking up in the middle of the night with words waiting and glowing on my bedroom wall, hands stumpling in the dark for my phone and my eyes not yet focused but my fingers tapping away. My admiration and wonder for you started to bloom into the sensation of falling... and then I started to fall.
Messages weren't so easy... no where to hide. My fingers would hover over the keyboard and my eyes transfixed on an empty message box for hours...sometimes even days. My heart wanted to shout and shout and shout, but my mind was terrified and shy and wanted to stay silent. Reason and sense said say nothing at all... just walk away. But my heart was caving into the madness of impossible possibilities and beautiful tragedies with happy endings. I ended up stuck between the two and sent small talk, constantly afraid of saying too much and steering clear of all the things I really wanted to say. Hiding all my secrets in the plain sight of poetry and silencing my heart through the messages...
What was happening
How did I fall so fast
It was crazy
And mad
And beautiful
And it made me smile
And the simplest message
Made my heart howl
And race
And I felt
Excited and
Exhilarated
And
Terrified
And
Happy
And everything
No matter how
Repetitive or mundane
Or ordinary
Everything was
Suddenly beautiful
Every part of
Every day and
Every night
And every dream
Everythig beautiful
Everything about me
Started falling
For every part
Of you
And I could keep everything safe as long as the messages stayed simple, careful to never say too much. Save all that for the middle of the night, stumbling in the dark, out of focus, over the top poetry. Writing between the lines and hiding behind metaphors of falling, careful not to let on that I'm madly and completely In love with you. Because that... that just doesn't make sense. Unless, you ask the mad truth beating in my heart. There, in the crazy beauty of it all it does. It makes perfect sense. Because there I can hide behind...
Every word
Every syllable
Every letter...
And I fall a little more
Falling faster
Falling deeper
Every sound
Every image
Every message
And my heart escapes me
Beating wildly
Flying madly
Every morning
Every day
Every evening
Always dreaming
Always smiling
Always falling
For everything
Of you
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
We do all exhort love, do we not?
We all do revere it and give it a place
A throne, for love is a king
A tender taskmaster, needing no castle
Instead finding a dwelling place
In the heavens and in the heart
Let us worship this cause of love
Let us give praise to this idea
This concept which unites us
In ignorance or total, complete understanding
We can find it in the minds of every human being that ever existed
No lifeless golem, this Spirit of Air
Air…such a priceless gift to the drowning
No heartless demon, Spirit of Fire and Ice
Spirit of Earth
Our love weeps for our losses
Our love cares for lost children
Our love does not recoil in the face of our enemy
Our love kisses and kills
Our love breaks hearts only to make them grow again anew
Our love heals those wounds
Our love tells lies, none of us care
Our love offers a smile at just the right time
Our love reaches out a hand
Our love lifts one up
Our love eases one down
Our love speaks through music
Our love speaks in tongues
So that all will hear and know the song of our love
The sun is naught but heat to the blind man
Each one of us is blind to everythig outside our own perception of love.
This is a kind of love that can never be seen in it’s entirety
Having encircled infinity
This love is the heat that falls on the blind man
Even a blind man realizes that there must be something within
Which allows the sensation, illuminates it
Our love makes it’s presence known
But refuses a name
Trust follows love around like a shadow on the ground
Patience a gift to the anxious who cannot wait
Not even the shadow can touch it
Yet, in all it’s glory, love is a heart breaker
Only love could so masterfully combine pain and pleasure
To let us know when we are in love
Or to let us know love’s been lost
Through it’s touch the emotional carnage of tragedy is soothed with time until all that’s left behind is bearable
Love allows a space for mourning
But hurries to get on with it
To get on with life and the living
Where we belong
For there will soon enough come a time to mourn again
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC
Filled with different emotions
The letters are carefully chosen
Late at night the poet will write
When time feels like it's frozen
We write about our happy endings
To cover up our pain
We write our grief to feel relief
But our words will never complain
Each letter takes his place in line
On the tip of the poet's quill
His only care is to try to share
An emotion the reader can feel
The letters start to form the words
That's chosen by the muse
Try as he might the words he'll write
There's a few he'll have to reuse
But once the poet lays down his quill
And everythig's been said
His pain will cease and bring him peace
Each time the poem is read
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
Everyone believes they are the king of their own worlds
Walking around with their hair grown long
Looking down over everythig
Flirting with the mysterious
They wear sunglasses
And speak rhythmically
Pulling out their cameras
Anticipating the next show
Everyone is a mini habitat
And that's how they go
Wandering, forever
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
I'll make it happen
My miracle, my need...
Out of what is not such a problem and great a sin to touch.
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC