"exitement" poems
Perpetual sadness
That's all this is
Just a melancholy mind
And a black soul
Twisting together
To create a darkness
That envelops every
Happy emotion I have
Until they become
Nothing more than
Neutral, dull, nothingness
I can't feel exitement
My laughter is always forced
My smile never stays
My heart always breaks
Perpetual sadness
That's all my life has become
A rerun
Of nothingness
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Hello there,
Let me introduce myself.
My name is Punching Bag.
It doesn't matter how long you neglect me,
Because, when you need a scape goat,
I'm just as tough as the day you first met me.
Hit me all you like, I'll barely budge.
And no matter how hard you throw that punch,
I'll only move closer to you.
Not once will I ever swing back.
You'll find those more well-aquainted with me sometimes call me,
Used Tissue.
When things get a little too messy, I'm the reliable one who cleans you up.
Get sick, I'll take care of you.
A broken heart? I'll dry your tears.
I'll fix your make-up.
Then, when the exitement is over,
Just toss me out.
I won't mind.
As you spend more time with me, I'm sure you'll learn to refer to me as:
Closet, or even Mirror.
A part of the furniture you're used to having around
But even whenyou get bored with the look,
You don't throw me out.
I'm a place to point ot your insecurities,
Then hang them up along side your skeletons, locked inside me.
Then, seeing yourself as better than you are,
Go on with your day.
Go ahead and stick a lable on me reading Story Book,
Even though I'm still fairly empty of fairytales inside.
I won't even read into your faibles;
There's nothing more exciting than a history that never really happened, right?
Make up what you think might be fun to tell before passing me to someone else,
To read and add on more.
But, now that you've gotten to know me better, why don't you call me Staircase?
I let people walk on me, walk all over me 'til they reach the top.
I'll have to warn you about this though.
I'm not made of marble, stone or brick.
I'm made of wood that's been warn away by heavy boots
So, each step is a little less thick.
One of my dusty, rotten boards might give way and you might fall.
Please, don't blame me.
Even with all my identities, I can't change what I am.
As har as I try, I'm still only human.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
parallel motions
aligned in asymmetrical
symmetry of the
subconscious eyes seeing
abductees of the mind
gathering in blind
exitement
opening to the silent sound of
fingers painted in rainbows
touching the innermost
honesty of every verbal
echo
mending hearts
in no time at all
needing nothing but
devotion
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 6:34 AM UTC
.your jealous words
will make a fool of you.
unstable.
creating that bubble of security.
talked into it.
talked out of it
concussed and confused.
the truth lies south.
the world changes and anger ensues those whom have lost themselves.
in losing what i thought was a drop of serenity, humanity, singularity,
i found what i had been missing.
i found the most profound feeling in my mind again,
reazlizing what i was supposed to be filling my life with.
it was the most beautiful of temporary spells.
descrete in meaning,
overwhelming in form.
i reached that treasure in my heart that i had lost to the pirates of time so many moments ago.
reached out my palms and let the time flow through my fingertips.
the unatainable love for life had been captured and caged.
my reality is full and quenched.
so rare,
i describe to you.
silken petals drawing in all the waves of the world,
the things ive lost create the realization of what i really have inside my cup.
im jolting through the golden fields,
swimming gracefully through the torrents of the sea.
calm.
breathing seems to calm the harshest seconds passing through.
emotions sturred, whipped, beat like the yolk of desert.
in the end it rises.
the last ingredient in realization for the now.
this is the most beautiful day the world has ever presented my entity with,
and tomorrow, well the morrow shall wait up for me and give the next gift for mine eyes.
exitement inhales.
my words spill as the paint on your canvas.
i am my reality.
possibility.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 9:56 AM UTC
A certain peace befalls us
As we stroll through these fields
Where the grass grows so high
I've been here before
It's where I played as a child
3 weeks every summer
I still smell the scent of the barn
That held home
To 16 cows
Here they cut off the horns
And feed them hormones
But not where I come from
Their warm coat colored brown and white
I still hear the lady call them out
Her voice echoes
Through the hallways of my memory.
Here we stopped being
The girls from the city
Each august it was time to harvest
We carried the pitch forks
In our small hands
To the fields where the tractors
Slowly drove by
Skin scratched open
From the insect bites
The burden of hay allergy
But we never loved it less
We caught mise in the barn
Build beds of hay blocks
Swam in the lakes
And took long walks
Toward the end of the cow's labor
With our bare hands
We aided the calf in to this world.
And watched their first steps
And offered them their first milk
We sighed from boredom
And screamed of exitement
There where the grass grows so high.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
This mundane way life grows so tiresome
Not just for me, but for everyone
The constant repetition of everything
Wake up, go to work, come home
Eat, sleep, do it again the next day
It's so bland, so constricting
Where's the exitement?
I mean there's a whole world out there
A bunch of new experiences to be had
Unknown mysteries to explore
Yet here I am continuing this repetition
Maintaining the system that enslaves me
Yea, **** this
I'm not some **** robot
I'm a human, with a soul
Which yearns to explore the other facets of life
My existence is so much more than just a job
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
A loving relationship
doesn't just happen
It's not like flipping on a lightswitch
Commitment is a process
a wedding ceremony
A promise
Emotions may lead us
Though understanding, sharing our lives
Is hard work & compromise
Communication in dialogue
Is the key
Experiencing true love
Is our own
Love should start romantic
A gust of exitement sweeps us off our feet!
Naturally
The truest test of love
Will come from willingness
To share in the delights of life;
negotiating the bumps in the road
A mutual exchange of ideas,
any relationship
is the needs and experiences
of two people
Face misunderstanding
open and receptive with respect!
Navigate even the most difficult situations.
Take a deep breath, hold them
in a space of love,
Listen fully with all of your heart
A greater level
of personal transformation begins,
Learning powerful lessons
about ourselves.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
Burning with an eternally educated mind.
Expressing her expansive thoughts with experience but not enthusiasm.
Enchanted by her eyes and energy to emphatise with excrements.
I hope she evaluates this a day in May.
Evidence of affection as the words he knows grows empty.
The extra effort and eager exitement from this enthusiastic male from Norway.
Her name is Ellie May.
Expressing my emotions to this damsel West of Maine.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Somewhere in the town I heard a strange humming lullaby
That I've never heard before
As my heart beat It made a match to her humming lullaby
Her presence was unexpected
Now I feel protected
Just by having her warmth
She is the only one that understands my story
My worries and my sorrows
She gives me a feeling that no one else can
Her touch is so, magical
And the beat of her gentle touch is so classical
While she places some kisses on my lips I'm so,
gentle to her because her fragile touch reminds me that she is the only one
Possesing every inch of me
She modifies my disposition with her magical hands
So I hit play and wind her back
When my world seems gloomy
She arrives with the sun
And slowly she tosses the sun rays Reminding me that every is alright
I lay back and give her control
She beats the pain out of me
When i turn on my speakers
Her carresing hands so sensitive begin to touch
Exitement and anticipation builds
I hold her tenderly in my arms
And sink slowly away in her lyrical pureness
On our ecstatic trip to paradise
She meets all of my needs
So i ****** to the beat,move every part of me
Moment of total bliss
As I explore every inch of her curves
With her its a perfect world
With smooth lines she serenades
Chanting sweetly about my prowess
Twirling and jingling with fondness
Falling for her allures
I perform the hardest contortions
Marinade myself in her positive vibes
My hands tight around her
Rhythm changes,
We go high ,we go low
then higher like shooting stars
Breathlessly till we ******
And start on the free fall
She is my shoulder to cry on
My molly to feel mellow
Her love spell is so powerful
She does all that I please
She hypnotises me with intense lyrics
Reminds me of lost passion
Future love and magic
As we move along in slow steps
A love song
She is there whenever I desire her
She is forever youthful and beautiful
Her tune is full of promises
She lights up my blues
Laughs with me and cries with me
Till the beats fade away
Carrying with them my pensive moods
When the sun kisses the sky for good night
She makes sure that tonight the sky is full of star's and with the moon
Laying in my bed room before I sleep
She wraps her arms around me
Till we fall asleep
All I need in this world is her glitter touch of her soul
And her glitter soul
Forever in my world
DET & Andrew Juma ©2016
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
Joy walked out of her house and pruned the roses in her yard.
She saw a tiny figure from afar. She wiped the sweat from her head and look ahead. Happy looked nervously at the house and beautiful Joy. Nervous acompanied him. He walked faster because he might spin and walk away, Scared also came. He bent on one knee when he was in front of Joy and said” will you Marry Me.” She looked at him with Exitement over her shoulder. Three years later Joy had two children , twins . She named one , Life and the Other, Emotion.
The nurse named Mrs. Care Kindness laughed with Dr. Joke Humor as the two twins held each other on the table.”I guess Life is full of Emotion.”
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:03 AM UTC