"frist" poems
I need to make a diffrents
being the same dosen't change a thing
If I can just change one life with the things I say
when thing in life get hard you just have learn to pray
make the best of everday
if you believe the Father well help you thought
but frist we must all step up and be ready for change
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
When I lay in my bed
With this blanket
I think about the frist time
When we were under it
Your touch your smell
Sometimes I just lay on it to remember what it was like to be with you again
Sometimes I feel like I'm forgetting your smell and I miss it
Sometimes I just touch those bracelets you gave me just so I have a piece of you in my hands
Sometimes I think how much you hurt me
And sometimes I wonder if you are okay
Cause I honestly feel like you aren't
And maybe that your hurting inside
And sometimes I think you want someone to save you but you don't know how to ask
I would of saved you
I would of took your heart and fixed every crack and brokenness you felt from your childhood
And maybe you would of been the great guy I honestly think you can be
Sometimes I think
God, its been almost 3 months without you
And I'm still here wondering
If you are
Okay.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
I see you standing their doing nothing just relaxin
you as the frist pretty little young women says that you
have to go somewhere and you will be right back
I tell you to be right back at 7:00 and mean while
I wait for you to return back to me. Then here come
along another one of you pretty little girl she tells me
that she will be right back she is just going to the bathroom and will be
Right back but she doesn't return so i wait on her and i wait on you then
the littlest of you girls says to me that i'll be right back i am just going to be in
my room jumping on my bed and i don't hear any jumping so i go upstairs to the
your little sisters room and i knock on her door three times and she doesn't open the door
so i check to see if your little sisters door is unlocked but it isn't so i knock on the door once again
but no answer so i run and knock down the door and the door falls i stand there and see that the bed is a mess so I then keep walking farther on and i come to your little sister's bathroom door and their no answer then i open the door and its unlocked so there as i am standing i see one pretty little liars window open.
I walk into the living room out the front door outside to get in my car and go to the store and there while i am at the door i see you three standing there and I say you three are busted you have lied to my face wait until your mother hears about this you three then get down and beg on your knees please don't tell our mother. i say its to late you three have lied to me i had trust and faith in you and you three gave it all away so i am still going to tell your mother what happend today. And never again will i come to your house ever again to watch you three Pretty little liars again.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 11:06 AM UTC
Oh, those was the days.
When as a little boy.
You wipe off the little girl's kiss.
What was she thinking of?
The only one we wanted to kiss us.
Was our mom.
Oh, those was the days.
When a little girl tried to hold our hands.
Where she get that message from.
The only one we was trying to impress was our mom.
But then you grow up.
Oh, those was the days.
When your heart frist begins to notice them.
Now it's about who will accept your invitation for a date.
Let alone the prom.
What was you thinking of?
Least when you was young.
But you also knew mom wasn't in a rush to be a grand mom.
You simply was way to young.
But then you grew up.
And recognized the change of a girl to a woman.
Everything works in stages.
Especially when you grow up.
The kiss you refused as a little boy.
Now you find many refusing you when you grown.
Especially when you grow up.
Well, you might find a few lucky one.
But you want your true kiss from the one you adore.
Similar to being a boy kissed by mom.
She was your first lady love.
But then you grew up.
And realized the big difference.
But the one thing they do share in common.
Is their love for you.
Especially when you grow up.
Sometimes it's great to be a man.
Even when you was boy little man around the house.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 9:16 AM UTC
Starlight Star bright the frist star i see to night i
wish i may i wish i might i wish you could give me
this very missed wish i wish for so many things that i
can't even explain.....Could you please explain to me
these things that i have wished for...
Wait a second what in the world are you talkin about sayin that you wish
for this stuff this don't even make any sense....Hold up what did you wish for tell me..
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 11:15 AM UTC
The wrong place.
Every things seams wrong.
Until I think of you.
Then I know.........what love is.
My....... Time with you.
Love you to...
No you put the phone down frist!...
No you must...!
Love you to...
Put the ******* Phone DOWN ! ! ! !!
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 4:01 PM UTC
Pick a corner,
you’ll find me,
praying to God no one notices me.
Under depression while I passionately hug my obsession.
Contemplating if it’s worth the fight to stay sober through the night. No drugs just me to face the ugly truth of my imperfection,
the flithy reality that I’ll never be in control
of this beast that eats
away at the emptiness while I strive to be thin I mirror the skeleton beneath my skin.
Funny how tight I can hold the truth deep within.
Between lies and smiles
I seem to be recovered
while I’m a functioning addicted to my drug of choice
I would be number one in line if it ment rewinding time
just so I could eat the frist meal I skipped.
Asking myself would this end this trip?
Will never know now because I’m neck deep in this quick sand
with a crowd of friends holding my hand
screaming to me as I fade away into the life I gave away.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
*I wrote a line for you
It’s in the dreaming clouds
It’s in the ocean waves
It’s in my heart
And in my hands
In my mind
Leaving no space
Don’t you understand
I fantasize But,
Maybe one day you’ll see everything beautiful
And I hope one day we could share a life together
Once you get settled into the light
then I’ll finally have a million topics to write
But for now
I’m stuck without you
So may our memories be with you until the day of reunited
I can’t wait to see your face
By the sun and by the moon
I want You deep in my heart
Like lust
and I hope you throw it all over me
When you come to me in open arms
you’ll see everything is beautiful,
Just Like you are
my frist true love I’ll never let you down*
Travis Alston~
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
*What's done is done there's no going back to us
You lost a claim the friendship the memories of you and I
I mean everything
Doesn't seem to make sense
To end Like this
But why? leave again I thought that I was the one you wanted that's what you told me and you said it so good like it was minted to be even inside your heart
I thought you wanted superficial romance like kings and queens I wanted everything but now I can see you close the door in front of me
although it's been several months snice I've been trying to write this in the perfect way even though It's pretty clear that I've been hurt again
fact is that I'm too much of everything more than what you expected All alone
Things change And Rearranged
Like you didn't know the last time
I remember the frist try
But now in sore inside
With all the holes I tried to fill with time
Im over thinking the past
let me heal
I'll be Okay
Because another friend, another love will come my way
Just wait, don't rush into anything
someone who cares for you will be there just wait for her on the bright's day enough siad
I don't want to be hurt again*
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
Swan fly
and
bon high baby
everyday
I will always call you mines everytime
I won't pretend
Trust me baby I will never leave secrets behind I promise to tell you the truth and what's on my mind
I wan't lie not this time... not ever again my sunshine
I don't wan't to be on the outside wandering off into different directions left alone and feeling hopeless and captured I wan't your hands to guide me once more I promise to keep you close and never let go
****
I hope you notice that Im fousced
and anxious to stay in touch
and feel your touch what eles can I say to you other then I love you baby I want you and I need I ******* love beileve me I do and I hope you understand that I forgive myself and most importantly I want you to forgive me for all my wrongs that I've carried on for so long
Baby I wan't you to understand stand these words in this poem is from my heart and most importantly I want you to hear my love song for the frist time I also wanna kiss you again for the first time like I haven't seen you for a long I also wanna hug you and ssqueeze you
And just stare in these eyes of your for the rest of my life cause your the woman that I love and adore
I will ******* treasure you the most.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
Space in time
'
only space in time will there be you and I walking along things that we would never walk on,
only space and time we find our self holding on to ever part of some thing that we thougth was still there but under it all,
we find our self alone and with nothing at all,
trying to find that space in time where every thing that once was so right for that monment in time and try not to give it up under it all,
but knowing that it once was there and it will no long be the same as it once was
in space in time some times we have to let it go and the times that we are trying to fix it,
I find it hurts much more the second time around much more then the frist time of not know why you even left,
in space in time some time it much better to not to know why or even to try it again and its some times much better to just leave the passed behind and just to keep moving on with out holding on.
Baby cake 2/1/2017
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:28 AM UTC
*Soft kisses and tasty wine
Seems to be pretty nice on a breezy day for Friday evening
On Valentine's day, honey
Don't sell your heart
Just give me a chance
You can be mines everyday
I'n this lifetime
We could build a timeline
Make memories and have dreams together
I'm sure
We could fly though the night
And travel to places uninvited like Extravaganza, Australia, Paris, Rome, Greece, Portland , Italians anywhere in the world
Maybe
One of these places
We could call home
One day
And have a baby girl name Rostai
In the future I hope
Your beautiful eyes
Stare into mines
As you hold me thigh
While I reveal my sweet stories of love to you every night
It will be the frist three words thats easier to make you smile
To make you laugh,
To make you feel,
To make you believe,
To make you beloved,
For centuries
You and I will have the world
But it won't be perfect
But one things for sure
Your happiness will be treasured and adored
Only in my heart baby
God knows how bad I want you close but that's
Year's From Now
I'll hold you down
But until then
Just sleep baby sleep
Until I'm actually beside you
My beautiful*
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
Its not the big things that are hard to get over but the simple, seemingly detailed ones,
Like how you would miss ice cream in the winter,
The way coffee never touched your lips unless it was 2/3 milk,
How crossing your leg on my bed would make you look gawky from your sheer height,
The way your fingers tangled around the pen I gave you on your birthday,
And how you smiled,
Adoration lighting up your eyes when you received it,
The time we caught a terrible cold because you convinced me taking a stroll in our pajamas under heavy rain was a good idea,
How you titled yourself the worst cook and all those disastrous moments you proved yourself right,
The deep thoughts you shared that forced me to lose myself in my day dreams,
The day we tasted alcohol for the first time and how we chugged it down even though we despised the taste of it,
The way my thoughts opened up to you in a way they hadn't learned to do with me,
All those silly moments we spent, heads upside down on your bed, faces pink with the rush of blood,
The day I found you huddled up at the corner of your room, your long legs pulled up to your chest,
as you rocked back and forth, your face washed with silent tears,
How we stayed there for hours, huddled together in to a small ball until the screams outside the door died down,
The moment I experienced the very frist and seemingly last shattering of my heart as I saw you wave to me from the back of your moms car,
And the weeks that followed where our conversations died faster than they revived,
Until the day I stopped getting replies,
.... All the seemingly detailed moments you just can't forget.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Tu as juré de filmer un à un tes fantasmes :
Les noirs,
Les fondants,
Les doux,
Les amers,
Toutes les phases d'affaitage du faucon,
Et aujourd'hui tu prépares le matériel
En bonne fauconnière que tu es.
Et que les faucons gerfauts, sacres ou pèlerins
Le veuillent ou non,
Tu leur couvres la tête d'un chaperon
Et tu déploies au tout venant tes perches,
Tes anneaux et tes leurres,
Tes sonnettes et tes noeuds
Et je quitte mes gorges et mes rochers
Et me perche en majesté à ton gantelet de dentelle
Où tu as brodé, enlumineuse d'or,
L'initiale S, comme leurre.
Et chaque fois que je m'avise
De dérober mes sonnettes,
De me libérer de ta filière,
Tu me déchaperonnes
Et tu me gardes au ventre.
Tu me nourris consciencieusement
Pour que j'atteigne mon poids de chasse
Et tu me frist-frastes de tes fantasmes
Pour que je devienne un rapace de haut vol
Et que je fonde vers toi
Et que je fasse bonne gorge
De ton loup à crinière
Au goût de chocolat amer.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC