"foward" poems
Trought these rought and cracked sreet.
Seems to remind me of life strugles and dispares.
But just like my skateboard that keeps going foward with every push I take.
I see know that no matter how big a problem, you got to keep pushing.
For the road is everlasting, but its time we dont have so just keep
Pushing.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Just like I would paint a picture in your mind and making you see the way i want you to see it, You will never know me.
I would take years and decades describing my favourite food, how amazing it would taste and how decadent I prefer it to be,
You will never know me.
I could express my emotions of love, pain, past, dreams, motives and all there is to be emotional about
Tell you what i most yearn for
how I want to be held
And play the woman you want me to be
whether its being a wife
Mother of your kids
Your one night stand
or your psychotic rock of emotions
I would invest all of my time
My energy explaining myself to you
Telling you how my day was , trying to acknowledge my actions for the day.
You will never know me.
How I cry
sleeping on your chest
depressed
Making you believe
The love that we share would FOREVER exist
Having you hold my hand
Watching you lead the way
Checking whether the street is safe for me to cross
our Souls meeting through our palms
The warmth of our blood meeting the touch of our hands
the senses, the feel's between us.
You will never know me...
Lip-locking
exchanging our DNA's
exciting adventure that we love embarking
**** how we look foward to these moments
Passing "I love you,
You are my everything.
I don't see myself without you.
I will never leave you!!
You mean the world to me!!"
Trying to make you understand my heart and mind
Wondering what the world really means.
I don't know what life means
I don't know what my interests would be in the next hour
whether my favourite colour would still be black
Or it will swiftly change to pink.
You will never know me coz I'm still getting to know me too
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Some call it karma
Others see it as fate
The truth of the matter?
It's still up for debate
Our only option I'd say
We must examine all fact
Then decide for ourselves ...each ones impact
On one hand theres KARMA
some say it's a *****
Usually the opinion of the immoral ...those living selfishly rich
With FATE they believe each is destined at start
That everyones born into a roll
With no say in their part
Lets pretend for a moment that this theory is so
The impact id say... we already know
This leaves no purpose to give with no reward for sharing
It' s followers create a world that can exist without caring
Then theirs others, like myself, with a whole different view
We believe in doing unto others... as you'd have done to you
The rules by which we live enforces giving to get
And the feeling of helping is something we can never forget
Our destiny is determined by the path that we choose
A world without conscience is one destined to lose
And each time its paid foward the reward is so great...
Thats my argument at least on this long lasting debate
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
I sit and watch with a distance.
Everything rushes through me in an instant.
All I can do is quietly grin...and resent you.
Forgetting is easier said, than actually comming through.
Old wounds were bound and broken.
I'm left here with words untouched...unspoken.
Another scar shows, as I slowly heal.
It'll always be there: a reality shield.
There is no moving foward when your attached by a string.
It's like life on a treadmill, no matter how thin.
Like that miniscule piece of thread,
That hangs there, with a pull it may spread.
But in most cases it won't break or tear...
It's just a little piece that will always be there.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
Through the gardens
Head over heels
Over and ahead hills
Time met a forcefield...
"Love Metaphor's Field"
Shall we cross
The lines of the path
Pass pastures
The past matters
It's the path to the present
Pleasance
Now
Is the time
To take the future
A few Daisies at a time
Thier radiance
So similar to the sun
But Sunflowers disagree
To the utmost degree
And they still wave
Peace
The Rose says
Romance is beauty
In the eyes that behold her
Forgetmenot's
Are unforgiving
To those who don't...
Memories
Remind us
Of the pasts importance
And we move foward
Through assortments of bouquets
New day
Others aren't as please
The violets hide under trees
And shade thier purple face
And sing the blues
No jolly
Oh
Holly ornaments
Hang accross vines
And intertwine tight as twine
Or a kiss...
Tulips under the mistletoe
Such bliss
As free as insects
The Beatles
Eat the ripe fruit of life
We share
No one cares
There's
Strawberry Fields Forever
Sweet scents
As we swing
Life has been like a Jasmine
Imitating that yellow sun
And it's will
While we walk without haste
Through Love Metaphor's Feild
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
Sometimes you need to look back
To see over your shoulder the past,
To remember what brought you luck
And what withered away so fast.
Sometimes you need to look foward
To see the paths that lays down,
To imagine your way even if it's hard
And to realise the happyness sound.
Sometimes you need to look in the mirror
To see your eyes and what's inside,
To learn what you became in life's scissors
And to face yourself with pride.
Sometimes you need to look at the one beside you
To know that he's the reflexion of yourself,
To feel the energy of the self truth
And to the voice of others to not be deaf.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
I painfully remember i thought it was the end
When she led me on and wanted to be friends
I remember when he told, i felt betrayed
and i remember that feeling lasting for weeks and days
But like the tools in a old shed, you can rot ***
"friend" we are tight like i how i tie my shoe, Ha! we're knot, so
**From this day forth, Only foward i pedal
get the memo i am cutting the strings geppetto**
every relationship hangs by thread but they strung me along
and now that each cord is shreded and i feel so strong
Because I realized I shouldn't let other dictate my actions
and Act like a noble heir... Give no reaction
I love opinions weather you hate or enjoy me
But I will not let anyone or thing destroy me.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
My expression in verse and word.
It is my rock.
My salvation though I. Walked away when limbs were healed. Over the
Years. It sat in dusty corner like the forgotten bookcase.
Runway living. Reaching for the next thing distraction.
Social interaction has become a relic. As we wiggle and prance but
Speak less about truth. Face to face. Eye to eye.
Raise your hands out there if you hear me.
Look up from. The screen if you know. Ditto.
Pain is the great equalizer. Fatigue makes cowards of us all.the mighty has a date as well as the meek .
Nod your head if too weak to speak.
I swear. This coil.
This man-ifestation of struggle and toil.
Fear not. The bottom approaches with a rush. A sudden stop.
It is the anticpation that tingles and teases.
Breathlessly we glide.
My words are my blessing and damnation. Barbed and tipped with buffalo ****
Sweet as the sweetest nectar. Volatile and ******
Willful and recklessly they exit to strike and injure.caress. Convince.
My fathers legacy. Process of elimination.
Truth. Has gone wanting today
Never to return I fear. A vagabond.outcast.
A *****
The wellspring rustles and bubbles patiently not stagnant.
Time is of essence an essence. In essence. A dab or two behind each ear.and sodium pentothal. politicians fess up.
Money caves see sunlight in all corners the thief has absconded. The judge
Slinks down from his perch blood red hands clasped behind his back
There stands the summit. Still I must climb. Unknown the other side.
Will truth abide? there .Another expanse of lies and distortion.Trickeration says I.
a misty bog. Listen. Bagpipes ?. The leafless branch vibrates a siren song to the sod.
The shimmering pool in the parched desert of god.
I stagger foward now unaware. No I am past caring. The will still is there
A ghost. Soon soon.
No ?. No. A mirage
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
My thoughts scream against the cage
Of my brain
Pounding to be set free
As I go blue in the face from holding
My breath.
I'll overthink and overanalyze
In a vain attempt to save myself
But you are impenetrable to
My musings and I cannot see
Too far foward from this moment in time.
So as my lips purse and crack and bleed
I'll smile for you every time
And hope perhaps, if my reading is right,
Youll make your smile, mine.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
I bend my head
the bend of a ******
I lift my eyes and gravel the world
with my schztophrenic eyes
I touch your lips
with the fingers of a ******
then walk by you like a geisha
Im am my own schizophrenia
I palpitate in your breathe
I move in smile
I love in torture
and you are so beautiful to me
brake bonds between thy and your cresent lips
that are edged with the words of the sun
and the laughter it brings to the children
of our days
the youth of our minds
the subtle grandfathers and grandmothers in our
pre pubescent hearts
do you lag when you walk
up to the temple of my gestures
the columns are thick and victorian
a high ceiling
and a low waisted mistress
living in the water under your footsteps
drenched in white
consumed in a black hue
she is the abscence of light
do you understand
yes and proceed foward
I allow you with so much of me
to come into me
and I condem you with little
chase you with haste
and depart on my fruitfull alliances
with that and poverty of dependence
I mutually give my self to the wrectched
creatures of the dark
I print my name with my nails
into my own sarcaphogus
built by the highest of your kind
your bodies eat away at my mental felsh
might I explain
be so selfish to put words into a matter
that was done in complete selflessness
yet I am to be crowned the empress exigency
I stare in the mirror so pretty
so graceful
yes
I am the empress of
exigency
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
It was morning before dawn
She spoke with words light
Sun tasting those teeth
Galaxy between thighs
Searching beneath
Darkness follows
******* feet tremble
Strength wasnt given to him
So his feet hit sand
Mesh quickly with burning sensations
Fire was a friend
As lips sink in
First bitten
Smoothed over
It was night before noon
Left in the past
Future blossomed
He bloomed
Voice spoke with words light
HE was her child
SHE was his fight
Darkness follows
*******
Hands studdered unsure
Grasping for air
Tainted and unpure
She was his fight
Smothered feather light
Motionless
Weight lifted from a galaxy
******* spoke with words of fright
Strength wasnt given to him
Darkness followed
Covered the sand he marched on
Fire set ablaze
It was reverse after backward
Body moving foward
Head facing opposite
******* filled with sin
The fight he could not resist
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
Life is a two-way street
You gotta keep moving on your feet
Some move foward
No matter what toward
Others are stuck looking back
While the rest pick up the slack
No one looking over to the other side of the track
No one to hear the smack
As life throws you down
Without a sound
'Cause everyone just keeps moving
Without a hitch
On down the street
Not bothering to watch the pitch
That knocks you over
No one looking to see
No one looking at all
At how you'll be
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
I am happy,
oh no, now I am sad
One day I am strong
Two later, I've gone mad
I try to take steps
But I'm always tripping on threads
The threads are your words
That won't leave my head
I miss you, but I don't
Because I think I know what's best
The best thing to do is
To never second guess
Onward and foward
My eyes obey, my heart tries to follow
My mind is concerned about my heart
Like an over-protective father
For all will be okay, I promise myself
Time has painted me a new portrait of I
That I can see I am not far from
And when I get there, that means I have moved on
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
the scent of sadness lingers over your lips as you whisper the word;
"Goodbye."
and as I'm trying to move foward,
while forcing the stream of tears flowing down my cheek to never end,
I can't seem to fight the force
that wants me to
give up and understand that your tears shall never fall upon my hands again.
you're being is a closed exhibit in a forgotten museum,
a place i will never be able to find no matter how far and wide I search the depths of the earth.
you are a foreign stranger,
just another face in the sea of humanity.
BUT you were once my universe,
you once showed me how love can truly exist.
you had showed and reflected hope onto my life.
you marked a footprint in my life,
a milestone.
your heart cared similar to a mother caring for her first infant child.
my heart had continued to beat because of you,
you had showed me strength
and you taught me to never give up.
so here is my promise to you,
I shall never forget your promise to me;
just keep pushing , no matter how much weight the universe is placing on your shoulders.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
In the past I may have been a failure,
But that was in the past and this is now
The damage has been dealt already,
And I cannot change that
All I can do now is continue moving foward using my past to make a better future
That is all I can do now
In the past I may have been a failure
But my past does not determine my future
So on this day I pledge with every breath I breathe
No more.
No more!
I shall rise
I...shall...rise!
In the past I may have been a failure
But in the future...
I will be a leader
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Eyes ahead
Foward and dead
I am unsure of the path I am taking
Hands up high
Reaching towards the sky
Fingertips brushing the morning light
Frizzy hair
Dew on the edges
Blocking my perception of the world
***** feet
From walking on the street
Guided by the cement sidewalk cracks
Mouth agape
Words suffocate
Uneasiness building inside my chest
Fly away
Run before its too late
Better to be hurt than to be caged
© Sofia Villagrana 2021
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 11:06 PM UTC
when time starts to slumber foward
a revealation too great to walk
perseverance spirals into a void
of confusion
depression
clocks tick backwards
but your mind wanderes in the future
a time in the future
a moment in the past
an hour of the present
the channeling of fate
sometimes everythings just perfect
the music is sweet to the soul
the body wants to move
a tear of joy
after winter is spring
the trees dance and the flowers smile
the spring sings songs of peace
silence in the loudest of heights
a time for dreadfulness
a time for raving
a time for serious thoughts
a time for plurfect
its good to not judge
acceptance of time as it is
peace is when you understand
you don't need to understand
a time for experiencing
a time for understanding
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
God serve us in daily bases,as daily we gaze through the rays of the sun with a reflection of the daily light.so lazy but utalised nor fertilised as we crawl under daily sins getting so much early abit more yearly,daily daily i look foward nor backwards.i sight fears while getting frozen tears daily daily daily saviour above lime pardons until i barely live all the daily life days.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
It's getting harder each day
to say I'm okay
to keep up this facade
to follow this ramrad
called society
sometimes I feel I should I should join the Jihad
what's sobriety?
I don't remember what's real
I've forgotten how to feel
over this world I've trod
left no trace
left in haste
and I moved on
never looking foward
or back
my life feels like
the edge of a heart attack
It's getting harder each day
to move away
from I, myself and me.
I possess no heavenly key
all I find is greed
I wanna drown my life in mead
the world grows within me like a seed
threatenin' to devour
I can't find the powa'
to fight back this hour
I know I must
but my life's a bust
I'm lost in darkness
no will to resist
but I can't back away
I can't desist
I have to exist
some people speak of light
but the world I see is as black as pitch
hurting my sight
for I see the inner truth
I can't deny it's ruthless'
ness
leavin' me defense'
less
and now I'm heaven'
less
I've failed the test
but I beat the best
I messed up the rest
is life beautiful?
then what is death?
I choose neither
I'm feedin' the ether
inside my own chest
if I lose this beat
what's left?
this moment is real
it ain't no trick or treat
no political meet n' greet
how do you feel when you can't?
try to comprehend the magnitude of that feat
and decipher the riddle in my rant
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
we stroll around the city till the sun sets.
i glance over the clouds
while you're next to me
both of us
-strangers
-tourists
in the city
we got lost into the city and so do in ourself
babe, i found you
beautifully
imperfect
and i show you my flaws and scars
the ugly side of me
yet you smiled
and keep on looking foward
i dont know wherr are you taking me to this strange city
but somehow i feel home whenever you touched my fingers
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
I stand there at the edge of the road, they're all going somewhere, and I stand at the edge of the road.
Watching them pass me by. One step forward and my life ends, one step back and a new life begins.
where I will go is determined by each step in either direction, and where I have been has left an imprint by the aging of my skin
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
stories in colour
sentiments in blue
the negative gravity of a hue
playing foward in realities
helpless to say, it feels real
blue sentiments
i need words in pink
i am out of compliments
dark, gloomy and thick
when did i become like deep sea
why did i wander away with the waves
its only been a minute it seems
but the cold never seemed to have ceased
blue sentiments
why aren't they green
like trees i would bare fruit
like fruit id be sweet
but im not
im salty, like deep sea
why such blue vibrations
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
Today feels a little bit off,
a little bit off than yesterday,
and a little bit off than the day before
yesterday.
If only I could replay January,
as often as I replay Lukas Graham's "What happened to perfect".
If only I could skip to the parts where you were
always here
And erase the parts where you weren't.
If only I could scream "CUT" at the scenes where you start to make my skin itch,
And my temper bomb tick,
like this sheet I'm lying on.
But it feels like we're on different sides of the globe,
And I'm always here but you never want to stay,
you never want to come home.
I wish I could fast foward to the parts where things are okay again,
Where I'm sitting next to you, and you're smiling
and I'm looking at you
Telling you how beautiful you are.
And then I could say:
"This is perfect
Let's pause here."
But we're not starring in a movie,
this is not a song, and
we're not characters in a play
This is real life,
And sadly it is always on play.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
I will lead.
We move foward. And things are wonderful.
But for every one step forward, it’s two steps back.
I hesitate.
We get off beat.
You step on my toes and I step back.
I pull away and we break apart.
And just like that, you don’t get to hold me so close anymore.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
The body has spoken
The words it shall be
With a mind quiet
Limbs of peace
The ears have witnessed
The abdomen saw
With pointed hairs
Sticking straight foward
The legs have held
The feet kept still
With water as reflextion
Captured possession
Fishing net
Little boy
Man child
The body has spoken
The sunrise it shall see
With Earth quiet
Quiet as if free
The teeth have mentioned
The gums chattered ease
With phrases
Filled mazes
Circling round
Garden tiles
The body has spoken
The feet drifted miles
The ears whispered memories
With wind beating drums
The abdomen clinched
The legs trembled
The teeth strained
The gums
Gums
Gums
With numbing echoes
Waters reflection
Simple complextion
Love is possesion
Quiet
Free
Your body has spoken
Spoken
To me...
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC