"fastly" poems
My childhood was alluring days,
I miss those days in many ways.
I was so adorable on those days
And delightful like sun rays,
When I was a child,
My heart was painted with full of colours
And filled with beautiful imagination.
The whole world was like a pearl to me.
It was the most happiest days of past.
But I miss those days in many ways.
I played with my childhood friends and brothers.
I played with different types of toys and flowers.
They are like my lovers.
My life filled with happiness and joy.
Those days was heaven for me.
First day my mother left her hand,
She went away with a crying face
It broke my heart in many ways.
It was the first step to my kinder garten.
It was a new atmosphere for me.
I cried and played with ***** mud
And mud caked to my new shoes.
I miss all the fun and beauty of my eyes.
In my childhood i wished for many things.
Now I wish ,I want my funniest childhood days.
I realise they were the big things to me.
All are going through many stages in life.
The day I found my little tricycle in the backyard.
My mind run backward fastly.
Like a super car and all my memories shuffled,
Until I reach the memories of evergreen childhood.
Childhood is the best or world to all.
Everyone want to be a child atleast one day.
I want back my lamp,
To remove the darkness of world.
Music is inside in everyone's heart,
But It won't show out in some case.
Like childhood memories are inside us,
But still it keep fade in our heart.
Never stop playing, screeming, laughing,
It will carry your childhood with you.
We never and ever become older,
We all have an endless breathing and stages.
It can't take back and go back.
Look the world with child eye.
It seems more beautiful than anything.
Reminiscence of childhood were the dreams
That stayed with you after you woke.
Childhood is being carefully held like a glass.
My anguish wishes to be a youngster,
I want my souvenir back and
Blow it Up into a bubble and live inside it forever. ?
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
I saw a glimpse of her the other night
In a split second and she vanished
Into the thin air
Her movement was swift..
Just like the wind...
And she was gone...
I neither saw nor heard about her again
Not after long when ...
A little bue bird started to sing
Juliet’s Secret love affair was revealed... hot stories!!
Crude people clapped their hands,
Rumours was fastly circulated ,
Juliet was exposed as Romeo’s lover,
Secret meetings, messages exchanged,
Between the two forbidden lovers..
Talk of the town, disgraced to her family...
Devastated she couldn’t reach Romeo...
A pang of disbelief... a slap on her own face
Her hero escaped , deserted her..
He has betrayed her , called her unfaithful instead...
Juliet a sinner... people shouting in the streets...
Juliet’s heart sank... hopleless she was...
Where is Romeo .. the hero of her heart?
She fell to the ground... a sharp knife in her hand
Should I die for love she asked?
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
why do I fall so fastly?
haven't I learned I would save myself
a whole lot of hurt by slowing down?
hopeless romantic I am but gosh ****
this shouldn't be as bad as it is.
tired of the single life, terrified of the
dating life: I just want to feel wanted.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
My big headed people said ity, i trusted, 'hiriz' has never dissapointed themy,
my hatred for non conformity, enormous, i surely hated the conformity truly,
i almost lost it for 'hiriz' sakey, **** it, ill never have wanted to lose this beauty,
i had it weirdly thinking ablazey, loozing?, no, i hadnt and you n they didnt realize fastly,
loosing soo fast about lowly sinking sinly,curse all day i ,ever had thee meeting to lyfy,
wit all the a vitue TRUELY INVESTMENT *** no lievly, forget me darl; once and for ever dony
one more what you waznyt quetly, cool openly, man must lively sweetly
that a day woud spoily truely, madly mey, sooooooo losty i had made a choisy,
refusing my being theiyyyyy, lucky me doing, buty, i love thater that am no longy
your timey was wanting by virtuey, truey. luck **** spyty this shiety oul
endy began truely sure truelly, fukciey, its thats badyy, me lost it shortlley
man must livevy or diiey, truely, gotta ity, man look for bread i wannaity
withought even hiriz it all worked welly, herey, i am. fu**** like ity
dead
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
*the phone turns yellowy orange,
low power mode,
have fallen below
the 10% threshold,
we both drowsy,
yet competitively locked-into
separate screen servitude
she notices,
I don't,
she says,
"you need a charge"
god, she's so correct,
our mutualizing power is
fastly slow draining
this we both
know~notice,
and neither
says nada~nothing
we,
both poets in our way,
acutely aware
of the power of metaphor,
and she knows
that I know,
I noticed
what just went unspoken*
>an untitled poem<
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
I just want them too truly
To know they are as and more
Dearly too when we are all as my
3 here re see Eve'd as I already knew
U had come too re a shore the lonely sailor
With One One Another Ahoy!!!
~The Promise Be Shore Surely!!!~~
~Love of my life baby girl V~~Star'Sis!!
Come Darling Coming!!!
Still and More
Shall be!!
Mote
IT
B
!
.
.
Air All Was As Crisp Still Clear
Moon o'V very bright fully too
Towards the Dead of Line's
'tween be of a day by
Tip Tipper of Nite
locally See Sea's
longitudinally
onward thee
tracking
surely
so..
x
\/
x
\/
x
\/
.
.
X
Then the waters did part as quick
As Glass Shattered into that house
Midwife Be Thy Holy Need
Pop Quickly Spotting
Pop On Top One
Pop on Top
too lil' me
seeing
see
E
Y
E
Then just as sudden as the quick
The winds did there kick kick blew
As Blackly Be But Stars
Dimmer Too For
This Moon Of
Wooing
Thee
BE
I
N
Too All Mighty's
So Whispy of Whispering's
Windy's Cloud's Streak
Speak's Th'Eye's Sky's
Here's Holy's
Hearing's
Love
Is
.
.
O
N
L
Y
By Moon So Overly Fleet Flew
Fastly Flying All Heavenly Hands
Took Competent Handling of All Decks
Twas not this no not the one for a mutiny
All the Blood Bearing Beings before had overly
So much of scutiny too Wards of The Captain Too
They felt as his captive's Too A Madness Of Missions
*more: Coming ha ha Guess Guess!! Bless Bless!
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
*Woe is you not me,
woe is the life we live lying to compensate
how we really feel,
is it something to be proud of -
that I have you only to not have you
when it's most convenience,
touch me fast kiss me quick,
hide away, don't say that,
cause "He" might hear you,
shhh,
lets pretend & perpetrate nothing going on,
nothings as it seems, I I can't win,
we can't loose,
hide away this longing yearning
un-penetrating bound we share.
Hold off don't kiss me just yet cause
wallowing in regrets a thing I must do,
save face and be untrue be in debt
and
live as if there isn't anything between us,
nothings sacred anymore,
we have to give off this illusion
that this friendships nothing more.
Pretend as you love me never let me feel you though,
hold me close but quickly let me go,
move in and out of me but don't fall asleep once we finish
hurry go to your room, please,
fastly hurry, shh don't make a sound.
shhh, do you hear that sounds like keys entering a lock,
please stop wait ok go slow, slower,
I love you too & love you more,
do it again deeply this time make me pop,
your hairs blowing from the wind in my bed room
since I left the window open.
Sshh did you hear that wait, ok , don't stop,
this is the love we share sadly it's not enough, come with me
and please hurry
baby hurry
I'm exploding,
climaxing together feels so good,
but wait shhh,
don't you dare move,
don't speak,
hold up, run to your room
hurry up,
Shhh baby stop shivering
Please no more cause...
He's coming home.*
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
I follow the winding, the way beyond the farthest places
between trees knotted menacing with darkened faces
under mossy roots that twist and trip with a mischievous cackle
over heights and falls that beckon death's clanking shackle
and if you fall in, lose your precious breath
to tree limbs tangled scratching at vulnerable flesh.
A green roof above and green floor below
but my eyes look ahead, to where the silver meadows did grow
Remorse remembers all that passed before the eye
burnt of fire forgotten and ash was strewn across the sky
and now only memory does remain
of silver meadows and the golden rain.
This land is dampened with the morning dew
that daren't melt but for the light of moon
where mossy things are stowed in sunken places
and beautiful wonders lay behind rock faces,
I know the way, but do not lightly follow
As sunset brings forth demons beyond tomorrow.
I wish to find her: the lady silk
Her hands weaving threads of fates who twist and separate
her threads she brought from those older places past
Where nascent fauns with youthful voices fastly gleam and chatter
and deftly danced to delights in the silver meadows
When all was false and truth was shaded
all liars happily in reflections reflected
pale faces feinted in humorous deception
and all charismatic affectations were familiar expression.
singing songs of passing pleasures in strange dialect
All was serene was silver mirrors reflecting
save the flow of golden liquid cool and still
which seeped from sky to hill and then chalice filled.
I walk to see the lady
who has one eye black and one eye white
and carries a silver knife which- in moonlight flashes bright.
I will wearily watch for it's flashing tomorrow night,
for she doesn't know it, but I was also born of moon's pale light.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
A party in the jungle heat,
he is sober,
Like always.
*Just one drink...
Come on try it...*
No.
One, please, do it with me
No
Don't be left out
No
Just one...?
...no...
One.
Capitulation First Sip.
Fruit juices of the jungle- strawberry sweet with that telling aftertaste
no regret.
Sip.
Gulp.
First cup finished
He is Tipsy.
Secnd cup finshed
He is Buzzed.
Pride, He has lost his inicense, He is growin' up.
The only limit is dere are none...
Three cups in and the sweet nektar is gane,
One half a Loko next – grawss.
The world tips.
One half a wutr botle goes very fastly - no flavor at all
The world blurs,
Cut to couch 3 am
He tiiirrrred, He fulll, He is full-on drunk.
For the first time in sixteen years, he is a wining-confused-inarticulate baby.
Pillow on his face to hide from the lights- not the shame- just the party that needs to be over
He wants sleep, but the spins keep him awake.
The rumors abound: "He assed out on the couch."- not true.
Alcohol fueled lie.
Alcohol distorts perception far worse than a few rumors can hope to encompass.
Alcohol turns your average teen into a
Thrill-seeking
Death-defying
Lady-killing
Frisky-living
Idiot.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
There was a man named tiger,
He had a friend who was always with him,
A four legged friend,
He goes with tiger wherever he went,
He has never left tiger feel alone.
One day tiger got a new Friend
Who can talk with him, be normally like him,
So tiger left his four legged friend and gave more attention to his human friend,
Days passed fastly,
Tiger didn't understand how his four legged friend felt about,
Tiger just saw him a when his friend was not available,
One day his friend got a new one, so he went.
Tiger was standing alone,
Thinking what to do next,
But someone was still Waiting for him to look at him,
Tiger just looked,
The four legged friend ran and jumped over him,
Again Started a new love story...
Karthik balaji .
A friend without sixth sense,
Still they are the best ones.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
Feelings rushing like crazy
with nowhere to go
but to my energy
o my manic flow
overowered
overloaded
oh my God
rocking back and forth
heart pumping fastly
thoughts out of control
emotions churning vastly
overpowered
overloaded
oh my God
Feels like a panic attack
hot through my veins
through to my chest
little mini pains
overpowered
overloaded
oh my God
I love you
no I don't
not to be serious
no I won't
not allowed
not safe at all
get out of my life
bounce the ball
overpowered
overloaded
oh my God
Can't handle it right now
my feelings for you
this feels so encompassing
this feels so new
overpowered
overloaded
oh my God
Gotta settle down I do
gotta relax and chill
insides are wild and scattered
better take a pill
but I'm our of pills
oh what to do
gotta go to work soon
good, won't see you
overpowered
overloaded
oh my God
ding **** the witch is dead
running wild through my head
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 3:37 AM UTC
Void
No earth
no space
no form
no shape
but sound
Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes
leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity
And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought
evaporating like the water that came to be
at the sound
The sound that occurs when one speaks
I was present then
at the disappearance of nothingness
I was in the afterthought of the brown
the green
the blue
the light
If you listened intently you could hear me
fastly approaching
following the sight
of
gray fins
magenta feathers
tan tails
swarthy scales
salmon snouts
ivory tusks
The air felt the dirt rumbling
I was coming at the speed of the hooves
of a thousand bucks
and with the loosened clay from the earth that was displaced
Abba formed a great face
a body of perfection
I was there
I was seed enveloped in water nets of life
free styling a red dance
that would cause the day’s synchronized swimmers to cease
Nothing like a case of the green eyed monster
to take away the memory to breathe
My head was pointed ahead
Body wagging
Jiggling
Shaking
Convulsing
Smelling the musk of the incubator that would grow me
And during the eons of patience
the rise and fall of great nations
a period of tribulation
as those who preceded me are innumerable
there finally came a suited portal
And only her sound
of agreement
to remain committed
find nourishment from only his *****
enabled my form
Though I was already adorned with equipment
to live with
to move
and with the authority of Abba
to speak a sound that
changes atmospheric existence
She was needed
to birth me
nurse me
nurture me
Love me enough to give me back to the One
that knew me before
Before
Before is void
It is no earth
no space
no form
no shape
but sound
Words cracking the darkness of emptiness’s marshes
leaving foamed streaks of white lashes blazing eternity
And those streaks were the evidence of supreme thought
evaporating like the water that came to be
at the sound
The sound that occurs when one speaks
I am from the sound
Let
There
Be
ME.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
Maybe one day I'll write happy poems people want to read
About sunsets, birds, butterflies, and happy little bees
But I'm pertty sure that will not happen
Because my thoughts are all blacken
I'm the charred remains of yesteryear
My innocences was very short that's all to clear
None of my life I want to relive, not one single day
They all were tinged with different shades of gray
My hope for a happier life quickly is fleeting
My life source is oh so fastly depleting
Over half my life I've all ready lived
And God still seams to have more agony to give
I must have been a really bad person in my past life
Because I've done nothing in this one to cause such strife
Don't get me wrong happiness I'm still pursuing
But with their hot breath on my neck, my demons keep ensuing
So I'll leave you with this thought in mind
Be very very greatful for YOUR happy times
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
They await for a certain wave to trigger the hammer that'll smash my body into a splat on the ground. It'll be a couple of days before they set me free but I'm afraid you'll come right before that day comes. I'm afraid you will **** me.
I grew up with the tales of crying in the rain, screaming "Come back, come back, come back!". I never liked the rain nor do I like screaming and that's why I never liked the idea of you. I always heard tales about floating in blue matter because of you. I never liked the color blue and that's why I never liked you. Those happened when you left and we can't always be right, right? I rather stay inside this box without your shock than to lay on the ground, scattering every bit of my ruins into the blue matter & drenched in rain.
The earth under my feet begins to quiver. You're not a radiation, as far as I could remember. But your lips radiate every energy inside this lonely box and I'm afraid the hammer is sensitive to touch. Under the city lights your eyes never shined so bright. It was a beautiful idea to coexist with someone like you. Your eyes are like the dots scattered into the night sky but just like those dots, upclose your eyes are a fiery ball of destruction. Your waves triggered rocks to fall into my fears & crush them.
The clock is fastly ticking and the hammer is slowly rising. I'm not quite sure if this is suppose to feel this way. All I know is that I am both dying to make you run away from me and both accepting my fall. I want the future, man do I want to live. But future would mean a box without your touch & you already contaminated me with your poison. I do not want future if you aren't here with me. You've developed a catastrophe in this box and you marked it yours.
But what can I do now? After all, love waves cause the most desruction and I can't run away anymore.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
Desperately grabbing on to imaginary safety, hoping that maybe
just maybe, they'll save me.
This is no virtual reality, but it's hard to see reality when the fast pacing of ghosts and goblins are racing to neglect you as if you weren't ever here, to begin with...
This endless stress I'm feeling is a confession of my LACK of pity
because I feel like it's fitting for this circular way of ending
Spinning in this pattern
Fending for myself on an endless pasture
Demons and shadows, I call those the normal
Opposing humanity that lacks reality
Blinded by the constant wall we bring together
Formally restraining the legs, because we think it's better
"What's the weather"
A constant concoction of tales and tallies for the repeating day
Like a feather, the weight of these lifeless questions couldn't keep the ocean at bay
"What else is there to say"
It's not about what you say that will matter anyway,
Although the power of words is often underestimated,
Keep in mind whom invests in you and what you say,
For those will be you're biggest assets and liabilities.
But if you insist, say what you value, and value what you say,
Because your actions will amount to what comes from them at the end of the day,
Constantly tiptoeing over words like an *** drunk and stumbling over grass
We value the past, abusing it until we've drained it of any real mass it once had, excusing what we do, based upon the past
Forgetting that the past is so close yet fastly becoming the last player in this race in time,
What kind of journey must we take to pick what we say, what we do, what we feel, what we value,
giving our value to ourselves, excusing someone else's hell and making it about an experience that we still dwell on,
our experience
forgetting the rotating reality around us never really rotated around us, but it around it, around it, which we are apart of, silently sending chaos into its sight as we see fit
fright...we should feel because this multiple concoction of words is really a riddle, hidden message, pleading for safety, which may never come, fiddling my thumbs as I write this passage,
Paving a plea that may one day be seen and actually pondered...
Or maybe left, neglected, as expected, not graced even lightly with another soul's wonder.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
This world, so cruel, so blind
came to question our humanity.
Are we animals or evolved creatures?
Deep sinken at sea
my thoughts are trapped in fear
and my steps go forward
the doors of purgatory widely open.
This world breathes decease
and fastly we close our eyes
to the most cruel infermity.
We fear to admit our animality.
Stepping up from city ashes
our thoughts of democracy
tend to believe we're no longer free!
TV shows us a different reality,
education barely teaches us how to read,
Internet forbid us to think.
As days roll by
fools are crowned,
free-thinkers trapped behind bars
or destined to anonymousity.
We are blinded by fear
to admit we are no longer FREE!
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
What do you say to a child in pain
when nothing can ease the burn,
the hole,
the enveloping wave
of darkness?
Words are not a chain
to fastly anchor
one's soul,
to cling, to save,
to harness.
Time is the only healing rain
to calm the churn,
make whole,
to fill the vase,
drown the sharpness.
And love. Mountains and oceans of love.
This is all I have to give.
My words are not enough.
5/15/14
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
"As I walked in a ocean, embracing the fastly moving waves hitting my knees like it had that much power, I noticed a two sea shells; A white one, and a grey one. I picked them up and eyed them. Then I picked up the white one carefully and listened. It had peaceful wind playing and As I picked up the darker one, My hand my stabbed slightly by a pointy hedge. Then the question came to mind. Heaven or Hell?~"
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
During nights where no man dare to go...
Lies a path that leads to Woe...
A print of limbs in naked snow,
From where did once a red river flow.
Ever wandering, did she so fastly...
Away from places that are so ghastly..
Beyond the reach of boney fingers.
Where the evil eye no longer lingers.
Her tell-tale heart all filled with fright
In a place deprived from light...
Her veins like nitre by dreaded cold.
Her life is thrown into the fold.
Winter gives her final kiss
a farewell for now, for 't is
Death that softly whispers of love.
Heavens cry above
and hell shrieks down below
Her broken body laid bare, bleeding in the dreadful snow.
To suffer the eye no longer, no longer,
Made her deadly desire that much stronger.
Here Anabelle lies, depraved of breath..
Suckling from the breast of Mother Death...
Her corpse now bows so very brave,
towards the symphonies that come forth
from her grave.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
A train was
running very
fastly for
Frankfrut to
Berlin.
Just after
leaving from
Berlin
It was
hijacked by
Atlantic ocean's
Alien pirates.
The train became
100 parts.
All the iron and
other metals
were eaten by
Atlantic Alien
big metal-digester
creature which
was genetically
developed and created
by Alien.
After 2 days
the creatures were killed and
all the irons
were taken
to other dead planet
to store under
the surface
to be mines by
Aliens -mine s technology.
In this technology
a tiny amount of iron
is needed to
fill-up all the
planet base mine
requirement.
Just like a
fruit giving
tree
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
The river flowed fast in its shallow shadow
Cluster of primroses and wild daffodil waves
As they bloom in undying joy and awful laughter
Caressing breeze forms a ripple in my body
As my eyes caught the shining leaves
as a glass in the sun my ears listen to my heart
How beautiful, beauty clarifies one heart desire to fall
As I walk on the shape, color and texture of her skin
The quiet sound of rippling water screamed
Her mind stirred thoughts of happy love
Is this the lost rib, my heart so inclined
That lifted the river of warm thought in me
Silver sheen of admiration
grows like ***** willows
As I leaned out of the water of thoughts
love sheltered the valley as winter sun
****** of first flowering green so visible
love introduces so much pain in my heart
For it is an empty path that tempts a heart
To climb so fastly instead of slowly
Written by
Martin Ijir
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:04 AM UTC
when they have become
all but non-existent
flaky leather fastly flaking
into ungraspable dust
one day you might
notice on a path or
piece of land how an
errant playful wind
is whirling some dust
round and round
now imagine a jovial tune
hands clapping in accompaniment
as your feet cut a step to
the whirling whirling whirling
of the lonely dust dancing
O dancing dust!
O dancing shoes
In whirling dust incarnate!
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
I wanna go.
I wanna go here.
I wanna go there.
I wanna go slowly.
I wanna go fastly.
I wanna go.
I wanna go with her.
I wanna go alone.
I wanna go with them.
I wanna go with a spring in my step.
I wanna go underneath a cloud.
I wanna go where I can taste the wind.
I wanna go tread the kerb.
I wanna go to the edge of the earth.
I wanna go to the end of the garden.
I wanna go where they smile.
I wanna go where they die.
I wanna go and be yours.
I wanna go and be mine,
Own,
Unique.
I wanna go away.
I wanna go home.
I wanna go and remember.
I wanna go to forget.
I wanna go on my feet.
I wanna go on the screen.
I wanna go to be king.
I wanna go for the kids.
I wanna wanna wanna wanna.
I wanna go.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
Look not to see
But to realize,
That beauty is
Invisible.
Warm summer air
Will give the most
Honest Embrace
You will ever find.
Learn more
From what you hear
In silence,
Than the wooden bells
And cement cymbals
Recklessly, perpetually
Pounding day and night.
When excitement begins
Spinning, fastly reeling
Hold your breath inside,
To feel instead of think.
Inside of your eyelids,
Becomes the center
Of the universe.
The Past,
Will melt behind you.
The Future,
Walking towards you.
What they share
In common,
Will be a home for you.
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 1:49 PM UTC