"eveyone" poems
What's up Mr. Blue Sky!
I thought you're not okay in the eye
It's okay if you let that flow to cry
No reason for being shy
It's not good if hiding in a lie
Even it's just a fake smile
Please, don't ask me why
Cause eveyone was born to fly
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
I was thinking yesterday
About how to end my life
About what I could do
To make it less painful
For my loved ones.
Do I find my husband another woman?
Do I make sure my mom has friends to lean on?
Do I get another puppy that my dog can play with as a distraction?
Should I write eveyone a detailed note?
Should I move far away?
Should I pretend I'm fine until the end?
What did my dad do?
Did he have an outline of his plans?
Did he polish up his bank account?
Did he tidy up his room?
Was his note written in advance?
Was he off his medication?
Was his mind always made up?
I was thinking about ending my life
But I dont think
I was prepared to leave.
Dec 19, 2022
Dec 19, 2022 at 12:49 PM UTC
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues
with no true meaning as usual.
Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and
love bitten luchador slash attorney.
Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why
I never dropped acid anymore.
Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which
his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married.
As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal
jargin you couldnt possibly understand.
His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than
eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window.
Front doors are over rated.
In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere
okay.
I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew
she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream.
how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes.
How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table
so the ginger bread people couldnt find him
and return him to there bitter talentless leader
Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo
with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your ***
Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew.
i should never have introduced her el man donkey who
resist such a uhh personallity.
But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his
***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him
man tities are so yesterday.
If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std.
Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me.
The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well
balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent.
Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo
its probaly best you hide all sharp objects.
adios Bastardo
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
There is a singer eveyone has heard,
Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird,
Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again.
He says that leaves are old and that for flowers
Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten.
He says the early petal-fall is past,
When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers
On sunny days a moment overcast;
And comes that other fall we name the fall.
He says the highway dust is over all.
The bird would cease and be as other birds
But that he knows in singing not to sing.
The question that he frames in all but words
Is what to make of a diminished thing.
1.8k
I feel as if I might explode
Filled to the brim
Overflowing with emotion
Love, wonder, hurt, sorrow,
A lightness in my chest
A feeling in my heart
It is something I can't explain
All these emotions filling me
I feel everything
There are no words to describe
What goes on in my mind
This feeling in my heart
It fills me with want
I don't comprehend
What do I do to the end?
Is this to be my fate
Never finding the right words to say
Is this what it means
To have a poets mind?
I'm not very good
Not like the greats
Classics that eveyone knows
Or maybe
I'm just to close
To see my own greatness
For to me
These poems don't fit
I can't use symbols
Or discreetly criticize
Everything straight foreward
But is this feeling in my chest
The potential I have in me?
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
It’s like everything is still in slow motion, but also a silent film.
It’s like I’m not even sneaking out for a cigarette anymore,
I light one in the room with the door open.
It’s like I’m not trying.
My grades are dropping as well as my bags are growing,
They ask me if I’m sick and I say, yea
It’s the cold
I have a cold
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
When will I understand,
And learn to live and work,
Dear school will you teach me,
In these textbooks I lurk.
While Rosa Parks sat still,
And Fleming found penicillin,
Remember how great they are?
Raise our standards, cross the bar!
Studying twenty-four hours a day,
All work and no play,
Why do we do this only for marks,
There is knowledge, in the dark.
All you make us do,
Is derive this and that,
In the future in my cubicle,
I'll being having पराँठे to get fat.
These egotistical teachers,
They make me cry,
All I hear in the staff room,
Is पुलाव and दाल fry.
You go on with the system,
You go on with the lies,
Why don't you let us think!
Even we have minds.
These benzene rings and oxidation states,
Will never help me with taxes,
Theoretical imaginary waves & motions,
Make me a complete राक्षस!
Five thousand equations to integrate,
But all we do is differentiate,
This religion and that religion,
"It's all in my fate!"
Why don't we do something,
For the ever growing community,
Yes, the same society,
That doesn't let us break free.
Do you ever wonder,
Why our country is so poor,
There's a shortage of lawmakers,
And the government is run by actors.
My whole degree will be,
A complete joke,
No matter how much I study,
I'm just the "fresher" bloke.
I got ninety-seven percent,
In the prestigious class twelve,
Yet my IQ is,
As much as a बैल!
Why do you think eveyone is stupid,
And engineers smart,
I think studying Humanities,
Is a work of art.
These teachers think I'm obnoxious,
Just because I don't talk,
One day I'll prove something,
And on their face I'll walk.
I can't memorize these problems,
Don't forget, I too have a brain,
It isn't a big harddisk,
But at least, it isn't a grain.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
I've had enough.
i cant take this anymore, everythings ******
everyones staring, judging me because i've decided to dress different,
act different, be the person that i want to be.
**** them.
**** everyone,
but most of all **** YOU.
eveyone can just get ******
i dont need you, you sure as hell dont need me.
so lets just stay out of each others way.
i wont bother you if you dont bother me.
just leave me the **** alone.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC
Ten years from now, when eveyone has left me, I hope you're still by my side.
Ten years from now, when these years are just a memory, I hope you won't be faded with them.
Ten years from now, when I look back on my highschool years, I hope you'll be looking back with me.
Ten years from now, when our friends have moved away, I hope you'll be here to stay.
Ten years from now, when I wonder what happened to this small town, I hope you wonder with me.
Ten years from now, when we are all at the reunion, I hope I won't look at you from a distance thinking where it all went wrong.
Ten years from now, when I have my kids, I hope you're the one they call daddy.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
While eveyone else
Waste their time
Making new year resolutions
I confess I don't have mine
But do you wan to know what?
I don't want mine
All I want
Is for this year to be full of you
That's all I need to make this year good
As long as I have you
All my years will hold happiness
I don't resolve to lose weight
To be happier than last year
All I want is you
Only God knows what this year had in store
I just pray he will never take you away
I thank him for you a lot
Of I resolve to do anything
I think I'd resolve to pray
And thank God for you everyday
Maybe new year resolutions
Aren't so stupid after all
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
*death is inevitable
you can't avoid it*
Everyone dies sooner or later
....But if eveyone dies
than why does it hurt everytime
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
Friends, well let me describe my good friend Sally
She is like a breath of fresh air
blowing perfume from pink blossom.
The gentle touch in your hair of a leaf
massaging your face, stilling your thoughts.
She is like the beauty of an ocean
Calming waters around an atoll
clear as porcelain.
She knows what to say when, where and how
She is intelligent beyond belief
Homely and wise.
But Sally Bayan above all these things
you have a quality standing above all
Loyality.
You are a good friend Sally, and I love you.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
My jaw came unhinged
and spoke **** that made them cringe.
Words like flaming oranges, that singed my mouth
as they fell out at all the wrong time.
O, bring me a comforting wine to soothe the pain.
A sip of blood, I loathe the taste
but drink it to the bitter end.
The unchanging cycle of comfort.
Who dares abort this flawed system of coping?
Copying eveyone else at the party and continue to suffer.
A slient prayer for change goes unheard.
I wouldn't hold my breath,
for Change and Hope have met their deaths.
I have stop dreaming of that beau ideal.
Orange peels remind me of my Achilles' heel.
Sealing my fate.
For once you let go of the steering wheel,
it isn't long till the crash.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Its another holiday doesnt feel like much
Got invited to go out but dont like to be around ppl who drink
Its awkward being the sober one in a social circle where eveyone is intoxicated
They feel bad for not drinking I dont like to feel obligated to others
I dont expect much of others but they demand the world of me
I like to be alone i gather my thoughts not sure how to process others twisted thoughts and point of views. Over those who claim to be one way but act another.
I try to have confidence in others but they let me down over being setback and disappointed. I have to be responsible for me not others. If I ever become a parent that kid will be my world
School for my degree work to pay my way through jujitsu so I cant prep my mind and body to be tough. I hope to one day find someone who loves me for me until tjen im focused on being bettter its in the works
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
How come everyone wants to go to heaven but are scared to die to get to glorified mountains and flowery meadows and pink horizons.
Is heaven really what we all imagine? Why does eveyone want to be under Gods wrath? Will it make us a better person? Is it worth it?
We all imagine heaven being a beautiful place but not everyone wants to get there.. die. Is the trip to heaven worth it all. It takes time and pain, sweat and tears.
Nothing promises us a ticket to enter heaven. Thats whats scary..
What if we have not completed under Gods rules and are rejected into Gods home.
I want to go to heaven, i really do. With all my loved ones and enjoy our second life in peace. Heaven is what we desire to go and not to be rejected by our lord God.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
While it’s true
Some people dote on him
My sisters and my brothers
Others even vote for him
But in my pocket I’m carrying
A little note for him
60 percent of the Republicans
Hold out no hope for him
Two out of three people
In New Hampshire
Cast another ballot
Now I may be an amateur
But someone tossed his salad
It may seem like a major victory
To the uninformed
He’s like a raging ocean
Before the storm has calmed
As the field narrows
Where do you think he’ll be
Despite his slings and arrows
It’s no mystery
He’s not running a campaign
It’s reality TV
And because eveyone’s watching
Doesn’t mean a victory
If you listen to the pundits
Not afraid to keep it real
Even the redundants
Say there’s no lasting appeal
He’s an aberration
So don’t worry just be patient
There’s a snowball’s chance in hell
That he’ll be running our nation
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016, All rights reserved.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
I lied
In all of my time
In every painful moment
I cried wolf inside my mind
I swore that the pain was
unbearable
I was sure that I had felt it all
and me being me
So utterly selfish
So undeniably vain
So wrapped up in myself
I was positive
That I had felt it all
I never thought I would feel
What I felt
On that hazy night
When you told me that
My pain
was shared
and oh god
Oh god
If I spent various nights
With hot tears and nauseating guilt
If I spent days wondering if my mother
would still love me
If I wasting years of my life
brooding
over something that I had every right to mourn about
oh dear
That means
That you did too
And how on this forsaken planet
How
how could any god let you
******* YOU
feel the pain
That only terrible people like
I
Should feel?
If that's the God
That eveyone worships
I want
no part
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
there is an irish lassie she loves to write a rhyme
she always brings a smile she does it all the time
with her sense of humour fo eveyone to see
this lovely lass from ireland that they call sueb
she has lots of readers and poetry to share
bringing smiles to people each and everywhere
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
love she supports her souls with will not be sufficient I think someone must tell her truth that she is suffering alone and quiet. I think it’s time someone turned the lights off in the daylight and left her put in the dim dark of the orange street lights transparent through the window when the street lies asleep and she releases her songs to the paper and her heart can rest and she can erase stupidity hilarity from her show and perhaps stay silenced for a while until she can speak what the street lights hear when the neighbours sleep.
when this happens it seems eveyone became deaf
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
Yelling from my peers
I shouldn't be here
But it wasn't my choice
Its that small little voice,
Yelling
Screaming
Perfection is what I strive for
Pain stabbing to the core
But really I just can't handle this
It's reality I miss
To close to the edge
Nightmares of jumping off the ledge
I'm tired of eveyone's fake kindness
I'm a mess.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
I feel so small.
I see others making foot prints in the sand all over the world,
But I'm confined to my small corner,
Desperately trying to carve my name in some sort of stone.
Everyone wants to make an impact.
Eveyone wants to leave their mark.
But are those marks really scars left on the world.
Not our gift to man, but just another side affect of living.
We want to be noticed by the universe.
But why even try, when eventually, there will be nothing left.
Are your footprints any better than my lack there of?
Does it even matter?
I sure as hell hope so.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
There are people who don’t know
The wrong things I have done
The lives I have disrupted
And I like it that way
I like knowing not eveyone needs to judge what I have reaped and sowed for many years
I have changed in unimaginable ways
I promise I am not who you once knew
And I’m sorry for the pain I have caused
I know there is much
But to the ones who love me
And know there’s more than meets the eye
But nonetheless admire who I am in present day
Thank you for the encouraging love and support you bring me
To be a new me each day and grow farther and farther from who I have been
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
there are lots of people in the world today
each a different nature each a different way
but love is all the same for each and everyone
it dosent change at all makes the world go on
people may be odd or seem a little strange
there love is all the same and will never change
no matter who we are no matter what we do
love is there for everyone there inside of you
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
love it is for everyone love is all the same
no matter who you are no matter what your name
it is there inside you to give you happiness
deep inside your heart with its warm caress
there for you to share for your whole life through
a special gift you own that belongs to you
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
This is me
This is who I am
I am Sky
A music-obsessed
totally insane
Linkin Park fan
with a monster screaming in her brain.
Maybe I'll actually live to be an adult
Or maybe I'll off myself tomorrow
Maybe I'll live a long life with my soul mate
Or maybe I'll die young and leave him stumbling in my wake
I feel like eveyone is watching me
When there's no reason for them to even notice that I'm there
I am always afraid
And always prepared
I am on the edge of a cliff
Maybe someone's noticed
But I don't think anyone really cares
I wield a sword built from words
But I fear that it will shatter
And punture my heart to leave me bleeding
I am not noticeable,
but people have noticed me
I am not heard,
but people have listened to me.
A lot of people look down on me,
But I act like I don't care
When, really, I hate it.
I am not a waste of space
I have a reason, a worth, a purpose
I will keep stretching to reach my dreams
Even when people pull me down
I am emo(tional).
I am depressed.
This is me.
This is me
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC