"feircely" poems
Warm night air
You hold me tight
Summer breeze
I shiver, but from shock
You give me your sweater
Between kisses
You say I'm
Beautiful
Perfect
No one matters but me
And I believe you
I want more of you
All of you
To be mine
I stand on my tip-toes to reach your lips
Pink
Soft
Perfect
And your tongue grazes mine
We pause for air
Then pull eachother closer
And resume kissing
Only more feircely this time
I almost whisper i love you...
Good thing I don't...
The next day
We were too awkward to talk
Or even look at eachother
You didn't even say 'good morning'
The day after that
You asked me to dance
But I was still confused
And made excuses to leave
The day after that one
I was finally ready to face you.
I was expecting grandiose declerations of love
Only to receive
"You're not even that pretty"
"You're so hard to read"
"Nothing can happen between us"
And my heart shatters
First kiss...
The affair is heaven
The aftermath was hell
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
You broke my heart, and you didn't even know why, I refused to tell you, because, I thought you should see, a glimpse, of what my perspective, could, would be. But you didn't, and I grew distance, I love feircely, but you hurt me. When I cried for help you straight up, didn't show up, and abandoned me. You hurt me, you are my sister, and let a great man, block you, of your sight to see, your best friend, was in her greatest time of need; you are selfish you see, your happiness and sense of wonderness, blinded your understanding, that I just wanted a place to land, some kind of familiar ground, to have a shoulder, to cry on, and lie down,
I love you, but no words, right now, suite you,
And I have been so close to you
I need a chance to be on my own,
Play rummy, and carry on
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC
Deaf is a mind that doesn’t
mind being blind.
Mute: We heralds of the Light,
Need not speak or see
nor listen in
They do what they do, they lie
demons in the nights, howling
Beastly feircely maul all things alive
We have that glow with soul, so
Life alights —down below, in deep dark holes,
Hell in the mind can foul the soul.
They **** us in our glass house, fracked for gases
Gold to the bearded dumb-asses
Stole from the masses, sold stone cold;
Their logic, reason, & common senses,
Intelligence without defenses,
thoughts get twisted, relented…
Evil will pretend to be a friend,
And wins if none care to even defend (this).
Thusly overrun by roaches,
Not the insects but human locusts…
Consumers’ consumption, it’s in the bank,
Fracking the garden blank…
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 3:22 AM UTC