"fron" poems
My phenomenal aunt Glow. The one that have a sweet smile on her face, no matter what going on in her life.an angel sent fron heaven above. the one who can pick you up when you're down..she is one of a kind of phenomenal woman with the biggest heart with the most caring touch which she shares with so many of us.
My phenomenal aunt Glow her soul is mad of pure love. having her a part of my life is the biggest greatest gift of all. I am looking at the strongest woman I hope become one day. forgiving helpfulness with this loving kind caring and personalities 2 others is what to define her.she is not only my favorite aunt.she is also my role model.
my phenomenal aunt Glow it take many sprcial quality to be a spectal woman like aunt Glow. Phenomenal Woman reminds me of maya angelo. they r both beautiful phenomenal women that never give up they keep on moving on a down to earth woman. she is a mother's day I never had it she stepped in just in time I'm so grateful to have my aunt
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
(a tribute to young courage;
observations of a father)
~
cutting sharply through the water,
her bow approaches the surf;
the zone where ocean's bottom,
rises quickly from the depths;
where pounding waves,
meet churning sands,
blending pebbles, shells, and
grass into a darkened mud.
standing, squatting, silent,
behind her heavy wings of steel;
young boys, not yet men,
await a sign, whether
from heaven or command;
their lips muttering to no one
but the howling wind.
a brisk sea breeze whisks,
away the cigarette smoke,
that rises from their huddled
masses, scatt'ring heavenward,
with their whispered prayers,
for courage, safety, strength.
then the momentary lull,
all of heaven holds their breath
like a bird she slows,
still rocking in the surf,
a hundred feet from shore,
like a calm before the storm,
as her wings that held them tight
now lower to form the bridge
that to the fiery fury now awaits...
and then,
the surf is filled with boys,
alighting from her wings of safety,
those not ground to blood and bone
by knives of steel that ply the air
and waves, aging, with each
passing second of survival,
by the time their soles find sand,
becoming, at the shoreline men;
leaving behind, their mates-
in-arms, who aged far too young.
from boys to watery grave.
now young men, running,
searching on an open shore
seeking shelter, any means of cover
fron the steel that falls like rain
'neath hidden nests, birds of prey
as far below his courage grows
with every dancing inland step
this rite of passage that
no one's son should
ever need to walk, again.
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC
The universe is screaming at me
into my ears, brain, and heart
the whiteness
the brightness
tears in my eyes
it has attacked me like the plague
that has no cure
bringing me higher and higher
into the enlightenment
that is my reward
You are part of the glory
the karma, the foreverness of my
soul
beside me, behind me,
in fron of me,
within me,
are me
crying and laughing
like a madwoman some would say
but
I know, you know, and the universe knows
that I have heard the screams
and know what they mean
as we turn to light
and embrace
what was meant to be
in the name of
eternity
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 3:55 PM UTC
Sitting along the curb
Sun shining bright
I await for my drug delivery
Wondering why
It's taking so long
Oh right
They're on Tweaker time
Texting my guy
Asking how much longer
I'll have to wait
The sun is bright
It's heat getting to me
Thinking to myself
Ill be late to work
***** getting ready
I'll pack a bowl
Light it up
Only 2 hits
Then I better get ready
Phone buzzes
My guy explains
He's sent another
To do this deliver
I don't ask why
Or who it is
Just for him to get to me soon
Pace back and forth
Along the curb
Stressing
I'll be late to work
Why's this guy taking so long
I hear the car
Look up fron the ground
Finally this dude has arrived
But to my suprise
It's you inside
Frozen
Thinking is it really you
Unsure
How could this be
It's been a month since I last saw you
I question why
You're the delivery guy
Call you an ***
For not hitting me back up
I ask for the dope
Give you the money
Step out the car
Not saying a word
My hearts filled of hurt
I rush back inside
Text my guy why
He replies why it's a problem
I explain
We spoke about the situation
That delivery guy
He's not just anyone
I didn't want him to know
I've been using dope
Plus he's the reason why
I do more than I can handle
To void the memories
To void the thoughts
Of everything we once were
It's not fair at all
One month passed by
No replies from you
But Instead
I see you
To my suprise
As the new delivery guy
Of this dope
I don't want it anymore
But I must not cry
And must not think
Pack a quick bowl
Light the flame
Watch the smoke fill
Inhaling and twirling
Exhale, cool
What was it that made me so sad ?
Smile curl
Phone buzzing
Let's go to work
Rush everything
I'm ready to pretend
Like nothings ever wrong
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
when in the world’s leading democracy
a new president starts his office with
making life more expensive for average home owners
signing orders threatening the health of millions
restricting the publications of researchers
denying global warming
encouraging coal and oil companies
forbidding federal employees to talk to the media
going on fantasy trips about “alternative facts"
to justify his ridiculous lies
blaming the media when asking questions and checking facts
barring leading media companies from press conferences
waffling about his Russian connections
refusing to release his tax returns
ordering to build walls to keep out all those aliens,
like the old Chinese did, to little avail
issuing poorly formulated presidential orders
causing confusion and harm and even deaths
banning even green card holders from entering the country
filling his cabinet with all the alligators from the swamps
he promised to clean during his campaign
people who know how to avoid paying taxes and beating the system
but have no clue how to govern now that they ARE the system
and think they can run the USA with its 350 million citizens
as Trump&Cronies;, USA, Inc.,
like their private family businesses, for profit
courting kings and monarchs & wannabe sultans in the near east
'democratic dictators' in the far southeast
and wannabe czars in russia
but hesitating to confirm ties to old allies
in Europe, NATO, and the Far East
suggesting that having undeclared secret meetings
is quite OK with his campaign team members
his son and son-in-law
[ctd. fron line 2...] it is high time to seriously ask
what concept
if any
of democracy he has in mind
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
have you ever had your guts ripped out.. freom a few simple words?
or litsening to a song and your whole body runs cold...
have you ever had that moment in life you just stop?
have you ever felt yourself collapse, your tears running red, your blood running cold, and free?
sometimes you just get tired and weak, you wanna give up. but you gotta feel that inner sreangth.. no matter how bad you wanna jsut stop and collapse.
have you ever hand that nihtmare that your all alone ad everyone has abandoned ou... where your doors are shut, the hall is longer then youve run,
have you ever had someone jsut rip your guts out and let the hang around your neck till the last breth is a sorry for the mess you lived.
have you ever had that break down wehre your falling and no ones there to pick you up, they are holdingoyu down, inthat black mack covering they one true love of death.
my dear you are all I dreamed about for long then I lived... I am the borne of love... fallen from the sky, and that is all I do.. it fall.. everyhting I tried jsut fell and dropped fron under me.
no one can beat me.. yet Im in this **** hole of my years...
behind this smile ws the knowlage that everything is going to be okay and ehres this cold hard fact that this **** smile wants to cry everything to death
behind this smile, this fake mask with the tear stained eyes, I am not as happy as I play it to be, everythign crumbled into a million peiced, half them got fixed and it all seemed to be okay but its all too fast and this little baby is motherless. and this little babys daddys the soldier that freed the pain of the world.
hush little baby dont you cry everythings gonna be alright...
this little lulliby for your life.. go to sleep little baby everythigns gonna me alright.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
The poor wish to be rich.
As the rich hopes to never be poor.
Bettwen the two of these type.
The rich couldn't handle being without.
Notice the ones you see on the psychiatrist couch.
Explaining everything in great detail.
Concerning their expensive life.
Notice the differences between old money makers.
Compared to the new wealth individuals.
Pay attention to the names with great recognition.
Concerning the expensive life.
The Mercedes Benz and the Royces stands out around their houses.
And most of their friends has connection to the politicians.
And they best pretenders in existences.
Living around a premise.
The Rockefellers, the Kennedys, and the others has left their legacy.
Concerning the expensive life.
Notice, with some wealthy folks.
The way they eradicate their own fron any heritage.
Simply because they want their freedom to be growth.
But, all they have known is the expensive life.
And their expensive home.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
I woke fron the depths of army men and poisoned spiders,
Lakes and oceans, home and heavens,
I woke to the slow musicled motions of a sick man,
Achily bending my head to the side for a glance at te clock.
I woke to crying, sobbing, the tears of my brother,
Yelling, frustration of my mother and father,
I woke in tear break, shaky and stolen, somber.
I crawled slowly out of bed,
Wading through water that no one sees, or feels,
Lips paper dry and mouth gaping in drought.
I wake to thirst.
Tea is delivered with a good natured sigh,
A complaint about over work, and a need to return to it,
A slight slump to ever tired shoulders and a gentle push back into bed with words that would be, gentler if you weren't just as exghausted as me ,
but lacking the sleep.
I sigh and lay semi paralyzed , staring at the cieling unseeingly, eyes blinking, slow snow.
I attempt relief from this bed again, knowing returned sleep will grant me more nightmares,
And I sigh, slowly pulling myself to a standing,
My head pounds and my stomach aches.
I attempt to sip at tea,
And I burn my lips?
Startled by this reality I wobble, not managing my mundane task,
I whimper, tears of thin skinned surprise in my eyes,
And slowly, so slowly,
Return to bed.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
when in the world’s (supposedly) leading democracy
a new president starts his office with
making life more expensive for average home owners
signing orders threatening the health of millions
restricting the publications of researchers
denying global warming
encouraging coal and oil companies
forbidding federal employees to talk to the media
going on fantasy trips about “alternative facts"
to justify his ridiculous lies
blaming the media when asking questions and checking facts
barring leading media companies from press conferences
waffling about his Russian connections
refusing to release his tax returns
ordering to build walls to keep out all those aliens,
like the old Chinese did, to little avail
issuing poorly formulated presidential orders
causing confusion and harm and even deaths
banning even green card holders from entering the country
filling his cabinet with all the alligators from the swamps
he promised to clean during his campaign
people who know how to avoid paying taxes and beating the system
but have no clue how to govern now that they ARE the system
and think they can run the USA with its 350 million citizens
as Trump&Cronies;, USA, Inc.,
like their private family businesses, for profit
fraternizing with kings and monarchs & wannabe sultans in the near east
'democratic dictators' in the far southeast
and wannabe czars in russia
but hesitating to confirm ties to old allies
in Europe, NATO, and the Far East
suggesting that having undeclared secret meetings
is quite OK for his campaign team members
his son and son-in-law & cetera
nominating well-known union busters
into the Federal Office of Labor
and a billionairess widely unaware
of the existence of non-private schools
as Secretary of Eduction
banning grandparents. grandchildren
as well as aunts and uncles
of gratuitously selected countries
from joining their families in the USA
believing that the US president & his cronies
stand above the law
[ctd. fron line 2...] THEN
it is high time to seriously ask
what concept
if any
of democracy he has in mind
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
She stands infront of him,
not hugging him.
Or holding him.
Not kissing him or holding his hand.
Real close,
As she grabs his hands looking at him with a new sadness in her eyes.
Him looking at her,
not knowing why she's sad,
or whats going on,
he pulls her close and holds her tight,
putting his arms around her,
and stroking her hair.
He tries to comfort her.
With him doing this,
she she sadens more,
looking up,
because he has no clue as to why she
sadens like this.
Seeing her despair,
he asks her what is wrong.
Knowing his helplessness,
she again looks up with her sadened eyes.
Not saying out loud,
everything thats inside her head.
Wishing he'd already knew.
Not upset about other troubles in life.
Her mind's eye is in him.
As she is found with a new despair of her..
but almost perfect boyfriend that is
standing infront of her now.
As she knows that of the burden he's
removed from her.
The pain of whats in her life.
He brings a new one,
the reason for her despair.
The person that is betterly different fron the rest.
The reason she is now happy.
Also remains the reason she is sad.
New apologies.
Him being sweet,
but also the one that brings a new problem.
Not understanding of how he cares so much
and can let words slip by.
Still remains puzzled.
New apologies.
New hearts broken?
More strings attatched.
As it is to be said;
too good to be true: never lasts.
So as she sits there in his arms,
she wonders.
How it got this far,
and how to change the event that is yet to overcome her.
Silent wishes yet plesent dreams.
She hopes it wont be over yet for her.
Hoping the new treasure in her life can only hope to bring but more joy.
Not to get worse but to only get better. Her joy.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I must have done something wrong—
Don’t know how long I can stay strong.
I thought I cherished all I had,
But I realize now that it was my bad.
Perhaps I was holding far too tight,
Strangling what I loved, with no respite.
I have learned to pull back now,
Hiding what I once shared, somehow.
Now I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I am lying here, crying under the moonlight;
Lost moments find it easy to alight.
I wish that sleep would come,
These endless thoughts make me numb.
What if I had done things differently?
Maybe regret wouldn’t have found me incidentally.
I count the mistakes I made somehow—
Maybe I’m not guilty, yet they hurt me now.
So I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I’m not hiding in plain sight,
Yet sometimes I falter, despite.
It’s a mistake to show your all—
No one truly cares in the long haul.
So I’ve started wearing these masks,
Making hiding a less daunting task.
I am no longer the old me
Who let her feelings wander free.
That’s why I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I am lying here, hiding under the moonlight,
Burying the moments that wish to alight.
Sometimes the old me still runs wild,
Crumbling the walls I carefully compiled.
I let her do just as she wishes,
Then watch her tumble down in pieces.
I’ve seen her hopes crush a million times,
Falling again after hopeful climbs.
That’s the reason I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
I try to say am fine
But the words get stuck in my throat
I try to say am fine
With hands shaking,dripping with blood
I try to say am fine
While cowering away fron my demons
I try to say am fine
While clutching the ***** bottle between my knees
I try to say am fine
As i tryed to save them
GOD HELP ME
GOD HELP THEM
GOD SAVE US FROM THE MONSTER HIDDEN WITH IN ME!!!
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
And the God of gods seperated a Spirit from Himself and created in it beauty.
He gave to it the lightness of the breeze at dawn an the fragrance of the flowers of the field and the softness of moonlight.
Then He gave to it a cup of joy, saying:
"You shall drink and of it except that you forget the Past and heed not the Future."
And He gave to it a cup of sadness, saying: "You shall drink and know therefrom the meaning of life's rejoicing."
Then He put therein a Love that would foresake it with the first sigh of satisfaction; and Sweetness that would go out therefrom with the first word uttered.
And He caused to descend upon it knowledge fron the heaven's to guide it in the way of Truth.
And plantedin its depths Sight, that it might see the unseen.
Therein He created Feeling to flow with images and phantom forms;
And clothed it with a garment of Yearning woven by angels from rainbow strands.
In it He did put the darkness of Confusion, which is Light's image.
And the God took fire from Wrath's furnace, and a Wind from the deseert of Ignorance, and Sand from the saeashore of Selfishness, and Earth from beneath the feet of the ages, and He created man.
He gave to him unseeing Force to rise up in fury with madness and subside before lust.
And God of gods smiled and wept and knew a Love boundless and without limit, and He mated Man with his Spirit.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Back then was the worst apects of my life
That's when people did me wrong and then they swared they did right
People use to hunt me down each day in night
So I locked myself within my thoughts as they began to write
I use to be intimidated by word people would say now since I changed they say they never thought they ll see the day
Just like I ll never see the day my brother go back to good ways
Never see these street ****** turn into gentlemen
And these hoes turn into women with class
Couldn't make money the right way so she in clubs shaking her ***
But enough about the world
This poem is wrote to me
So the people who faced what I faced want be alone you see
Fron then to now
Now to then
I promise to only love those who I been with through thick and thin
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Tonight I want you to model.
More power to you if you think im refering to silk or lace.
Not at all in bad taste but tonight it'll just be a waste of time,
Watching you slip into something sexy knowing that its coming right back off.
Don't think me silly as its essential that you know.
Anticipating watching you put your mouth on it.
Pretending that your not selfishly waiting your turn,
Thats cool, you can admit it
Because in that same token i love watching you swarm around the sheets, reaching as if your soul is about to leave your body.
The wetness that erupts feeling your legs clench around my head.
A Dead give away that your about to run.
Twisting and turning knowing **** well that I refuse to let you go.
Face deep eyeing you fron bellow, watching you lose your breath looking down at me whispering stop stop
Just before your body locks up again and you lose control of your leg.
Its never that easy.
Plotting just what time,
Remembering all the **** you've talked.
Flipping you over, cuffing your hips.
Sliding into ultimate bliss.
Tonight,
I want you to be a model.
But none of that fancy lingerie.
No perfume rubbed against the sides of your neck, between your ******* Or even beneath your bellybutton.
Tonight,
I want you to wear me
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
hallow be thy sweet name Jesus
we are made from the same blood and
yet we are divided into nations and
we enslave our neighbors
thus we commit genocide
to feed kings and dictators
that are always hungry for power
fallen fron sweet Paradise
we live on this holy earth
to multiply and to prosper
we breath the same air
even death wait her turn
with despair and
glory is nothing but a name
the trumpets sing out loud
for tomorrow was never promised and
we are made from the same cloth
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
I let you in you let me down
I gave up and you come around
I turned back but you turned away
What do you want me to say?
Stupid to keep hoping
our bridges are broken
and I was such a fool
to leave my heart open
but the damage is done
It's not like we can run
fron our mistakes that we made
our games are like a trade
give me your pain
I'll soak it in like the rain
I'll give you my insanity
that no amount of vanity
could hide or subside
this love is a rolling tide
Black heart white soul
try to understand but you'll never know
the fire burns but its still cold
and this story never gets old
no sunrise tomorrow
we ran out of time to borrow
im just lost in time
somewhere you cant find
and baby i know you hate me
but im finding lately
i just dont care
that lifes not fair
and were at it again
but its easy to pretend
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
I want you to know
The confident girl you see
Is a sculpture of shards,
Shards of glass and broken hearts
Held together by plaster
From the smile plastered on her face
Glass shards from the first time
The first time when nails werent enough
Glass from when the broken frame
Falling fron the dented wall
Shards of her once perfect life
Ran over by the swirving car
The night she saw....
The night she decided she had to stand tall
But even skyscrapers fall
A heart broken by ***** lips
And pounding hips
Lips that forced and lied
Tongues that whispered promises
But just lead to teary eyes
A heart broken from believing
Just to be left behind
This empty sculpture is filling
Recognizing its worth,
Recognizing theres stregnth in parts
She learning how to give you her heart
Her heart is broken, But forgiving
So she keeps on giving
Fi.ds the stregnth to keep living
Shes has given you her heart
Love her, love her smart
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
Something should be forever,
Some promises should be ever,
But yeah you should be clever,
Doesn't mean you should be braver !
I always try to put myself at the corner of the world,
Where going outside is not a job
Just a second, I'm not a ball to lob..
I need a place where girls and boys are not differentiate,
I need a place where broken have meaning to live,
I need a place where I can fly high,
I need a place where one can grow with his own thoughts,
I need a place..to live ,
To forgive
And to conclude my work at five!
I scare,
I have a nightmare,
I fight For my own right ,
I cry and fall asleep
But fron years I had never sleep..
I'm not getting my destination,
through it has long journey
But don't know where this path is going now
Just like a list calf and cow!
I pray for having death ,
For my last breath
I wants to shout
And tell some people to get out!
All I wanted to say-
Its not just my walk,
its about all teens honest talk!
-Ayushi
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 2:21 PM UTC
I would love to see this world upside down,
So the outcast would be the world's senter now.
I would love to run away and find the folks same as me.
Yet first I gotta save'em fron themselves, you see.
We'll find some towns' ruins, resurect them as we please.
The new towns will be our kingdoms, our folks shall rule with ease.
When the revolutions would overtake all sities, all of them'll be gone.
And the winds would bring us dust that just a night ago was stone.
The system will be ruined, celebrate with me.
It would be crazy hard getting used,and yet, it's fine by me.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
i almost believed
the taste of your faux honeyed words
dripping fron the corners
of your mouth
convincing myself
i was savouring nectar
as i stared into
your bright blue eyes
wet as tar
the hue so innocent
so persuasive
reminding me not to be so invasive
and when you leaned in
to whisper
"the only person i wish to marry is you"
i cant help but wonder
if you tell your other lover that too
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
*******
My career as
a human being
had begun.
It was I
who had been chosen.
I would not have chosen
it for myself.
There is so much to learn.
And so little time.
I found I had to
downscale my mind.
The loss of such
so much knowledge
was hard to bear
and this thing
called breathing
was so annoying.
Just being an organic
system was an ordeal.
But it was necessary
to understand humans
from within
to know them.
The use of speech
in place of our telepathy
was so terribly
off putting.
"It is for the good
of the cause!"
I repeated our Leader's
motto like a mantra.
I had inhabited
my host for no more
than four hours
becoming him entirely.
Such is my torture.
"Just do what the human
was doing
before you
entered him.
But this endless day time
TV is killing me.
As is
his constant twittering.
I find his system is
taking over mine.
I have lost me.
Am become him.
No longer OF-FRON 777
but a creature called Trump.
I...he
reached for that button.
The mothership
deserts me.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
The older you get,
the lighter your shadow becomes
Daylight, constantly giving birth
to new—and ever increasing promise
(Valley Forge Pennsylvania: September, 1976)
Fron 'An Anthology Of Perception' Vol.#1
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC