"fufill" poems
my eyes cry a million tears
my heart feels many fears
my mind feels so alone
my life feels like there's nothing left
but im still going
im far from dead
no feelings left to feel
few experiences left to have
i can only think of one more thing
one that isnt so bad
you are my final experience left to be had
you make me happy
you make me sad
you make me feel everything
good and bad
you make me love you!
and its so sad
because you have no idea
and some would walk away
and just say
thats too bad
but ill stay here with you
ill pay my debt to you
and this i will never do
ill never leave you
because nothing can separate me from you
ive got one last thing to do
and that is to fufill my love to you
let the rain drip down your face
let the tears drain all of your fears
let the darkness fall to the floor
and i will make sure that nothing will hurt you anymore
let the wind brush through your hair
let me show you i will always be there
tell me what i must do
to forever be with you
if your friends leave you
and if mine do to
that doesn't mean we cant be true
beyond the end of time
your family might disapprove
and mine might too
this is gonna be difficult for me and you
but ill stay here with you
ill pay my debt to you
and this i will never do
ill never leave you
and on the foggiest days
ill make the skies look blue
and on the darkest nights
ill show you the sunlight
with one wing black
and one wing white
we will live between the dark
and the light
we will live our life
with strength and might
and be in our love
with passion and flight
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:38 PM UTC
The time exchange is changing me
Repeating things ive known
Humans consume silly things just to fufill their souls
Passion splatters again amongst the windows
The scent of lust again against the pillars of his soul
So time exchange is changing me
Repeating things i want to know
I try to console the poets sense
with reckless hints of cruel intent
But if you wait for me my passion will splatter again around ladders just begging to crawl underneath
The pillars will shake from dead men to saints on shores of lust burning again
Humans consume silly things just to fufill their souls
with reckless hints of cruel intent
repeating things that I know
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
Hey you
You with the crinkling eyes and the dancing laugh
with the arms that ensare my waist to throw me against
pure emerald mountain sides dripping with late spring rains
the shucking of pine bark to twirl wooden towers down lilting slopes
and the gangly limbs reaching towards the sky
in an attempt to capture the clouds
for the sole reason of dancing through their
fluffiness
you with the pure soul and poise fit enough for the queen
if only you were anatomically different
you would rule this world better than she
honesty running through your laughing veins
as you summit mountain after mountain
pure glacial eyes darting to capture mine
mischievious depths speaking of hidden love
I know you
so well.
Even though our friendship has been
2 months 30 days long
I know you better than I know myself
My best best friend you called me
as true as these wild trilliums we run past in an attempt to throw
the other into the lake
the fires which serve as a competitive twinkle in your eyes
we are so free.
You who contains the most pure soul
pure intentions I have ever come across
You are so loved
You are so perfect in your innocence
In the wise notes held in your fingertips
you provide wings to leap with.
I know there are waves trapped in your veins
calling for your brilliant smile.
I know when your head rests against my chest
it is with the innocence of a child
You are my best friend
My comrade in arms
My birch gatherer.
and this love spreading through my limbs
for your tired head and tumbling curls
is hard to ignore.
I know you are being called away
a bright future awaits
a familial expectation to fufill
I'm just here to tell you I will be waiting
In these mountains, these peaks
roaming annd laughing and dancing
waiting for the day my best friend realizes
his happiness is more important than others expectations
and I will be here
as free as when you first found me
ready for our adventures to begin
Come fly with me.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
She sat bewilder and rejected by the world
her hair dreaded clothes torn and stained with time
remains torn
she gazed at me longing
seeking shelter from the storm
the rain poured upon her shoulders
a lost soldier among the scorn
I read into her character
as if the scene were a book
and I thought of all the jackals
who must've shook and took
she sat withered like a flower in the
midst of December
I could tell if left there she'd surely die from
the weather
I was this women and she was me
together we were locked
in mystery wondering
longing
An exchange of a smile
and she was on her knees
begging for a ride a conversation
some relief
my door ajar
welcoming
inviting her into a place of warmth and understanding
motherly I consoled
she was my sister daughter love
she was everyone I ever cared about
trapt in a cardboard box
with a shake of her hand I read her palm
her troubles and despair
I spared some change a ride and empathy
hoping it was enough for her
if I could only save her I'd change her
I'd change the world but for now
I'll fufill my mission
and allow her soul to fufill hers
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:49 PM UTC
Industry hides under a cunning guise
in which we are blinded
gorgonized
They certainly aren't for you and yours
priorities are set on higher scores
Lost we are
in the wake of corporate greed
in which bottom feeders
fufill and satisfy the belly of this beast
Which pumps out plastics,toxins,and pollutants
in return for our dollar
Killing mother's purity
obscene individual study proves to be
and we overindulge for their prosperity
What a shame,a disgrace,a great pity
that we sell out to this unmerciful machine
I say we let mother be
just let her be
Dont let it be
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
The midday dog schemes and dreams
meanwhile my neighbourhood is so dim
not a scivvy to wash a dish
or a calico cat to fufill a wish
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
Silver roses breaking hearts.
Beds with silver linings
And piles of piles.
Waiting all day in place
For a person.
Take a number,
stand in line.
You're not the first person here.
He takes up his instrument,
And plays one song.
The only song he knows.
The song of life.
Playing E sharps and B flats,
He composes as he plays.
But he's not improvising.
(He play's what's meant to be)
His song sounds different to all
Because their lifes goes to the music.
If he plays a bad chord,
You get backstabbed.
It he adds a sixth,
You lose a love.
If he plays a major,
You have a laugh.
If he plays a m7,
You fufill a dream.
But sometimes bad chords sound best.
And sometimes good chords make disharmony.
But then again,
Why do you care?
You don't decide your life,
He does.
Everyone is under his control.
Including him.
His song is powerful.
Even if he isn't.
His music is what sets him apart.
But he's just forcing you to hear his song.
You can't stop listening.
Even if you try.
He adds twists
And turns
And buckles
And cliffs
And jumps
And unrealistic explosions.
But, he doesn't know why he's even there.
He thinks,
"Why can't someone else play this?"
He's confused,
Is it true or is it not?
Or are his thoughts controlled by want?
He doesn't know,
So he continues on.
His song dies down,
Ending anti-climactically.
But as his story ends,
It starts again.
It turned out,
Time was cyclic.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
My phone was down
To one percent tonight
And I’m not going to lie
I was scared.
I thought it was a sign
A sign that I might be
Running thin…..
Overexerting…..
Over indulging.
Work and liquor have been walking hand in hand down the street
Likes its 1950.
And I don’t like a lot of
People these days
Whether or not that’s because
I am reading lots of Bukowski ,
Is yet to be determined.
I think I can blame Bukowski
On the work/ liquor combo.
Maybe it’s time for a new job.
The day I quit working in an insulation factory
Was the day I finished reading “Post Office”
On my lunch break.
It was poetic.
Yet this Art Gallery
gig could be a good
Summertime tool
I am reading “Women” afterall.
And I do get to work easier hungover
Then when sober, and sleeping in.
I took a deep hard look at myself
The characters that surround
Me the places that I
Live and love and the things I like and love to do
It’s the honest truth
That I am confused
And young
And yet to evolve
And full of love
I ride in the back of trucks, on
hockey stick spoilers and broken bumpers
With long hair you can say the words like
******
without being ridiculed.
Kids don’t go back to school
because if I became a teacher
the world would have a few more
smarter fools and a whole
lot more kids.
Maybe as a teacher,
I could inspire, and make one percent of a difference
Or even more.
A child teaching children,
What a concept!
“Never grow up 101” and “Introduction to smiling”
If I could fufill learning to this stage,
It would be the world striking
And not the teachers.
Maybe its time for the youth of the planet
To strike back.
As an ode to the dead phone I once
Needed to recharge,
With a full battery of energy
I vow to live up to my full capacity as a tool of change
If my cell phone does to.
*“Time to watch a little less Netflix and family guy kids,
lets turn on a Ted Talk, if you like them and want to be able
to outsmart those pesky grown ups, you should watch
them at home too!”*
Ted Talks today’s lesson,
The peoples uprising in Egypt tomorrow.
There is a one percent chance of this happening.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Lately everything has been speaking to me
it started with the vines along my fence intertwining
I thought of all the paths it took to grow
up to the power line
and all the pieces reaching nothing
and left hanging
dieing
a reflection of the decisions and paths we take
some sending us higher
some leading us astray
never finding our way
The ocean spoke to me next
waving at me so inviting
telling me theres so much more to a surface
another world unexplored worth trying
dangerous and enticing
yet gentle and leaving me weightless
like a new infatuation or the love I'm currently riding
Then I saw the bee
working constantly
carrying the flowers seed
designed to fufill the flowers need
and make sweet honey
perfect for my tea
I realized everything has a purpose
including you and me
Then I saw an old man
at the end of his days
He was a brilliant writer
and would be remembered beyond
his grave
I realized that we are never finished
legends live on and never diminish
Finally I saw the stars
burning bright
millions of them held in the sky
and past them is an infinite space
and I am part of such a small
miraculous place and the world
is my oyster and I am one
of many pearls from the many walks of life
of all these beautiful boys and girls
and the feeling that engulfed me was eternity
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
All this feels unfair
Watch my life spiral down
Truth is you keep unhappiness
Hidden somewhere buried underground
The day chains you wrapped around
Reality wriggle from your grasp
The day I escape for good
Your clutches I will unclasp
Able to make own mistakes
Is power in free will?
That is taken away therefore
Cruel prophecy I must fufill
There is not a solution to be had
Not any compromise to be found
Guard the door to maturity
Stubborn minds not able to reach common ground
Get bent out of shape
Each time go a tiny bit wild
Try to talk to you like an adult
Audacity makes me behave as a child
Trapped greif you need to cause
Gave me no other way out
A moment of panic I flee
Taking worst possible route
Won't come to your senses
Strip naked all you do fear
Nothing left to lose
What the **** will you gain by keeping me here?
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
Maybe it is not 'love' that I crave.
Maybe it is simply touch.
Touch of skin on skin
Lustful and hot.
It is true
I believe that lustful want
Is as natural as eating or sleeping.
I cast off those who think it disgusting.
So maybe my body cries
Not for a companion in the darkness
But for a lover to explore
To fufill me and to be fufilled.
Or maybe not.
Maybe I want both
The kind feeling in a love
The ecstasy in a lover.
Nothing wrong with that,
I think.
Though I want these things,
I am still as immature as a ****** flower.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
To become something more, I tell you less
And as you grow into someone more, less you know
And so I write, to make sense, but my writings writher with time.....
Each slash on paper, do not complete me.
Each tense does not fufill me, but these writings stand with time.
I write - now- less you feel you know - but my writings will be a piece that.... will sit quietly forever.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
I am stretched out my bed
as the fan whirls furiously above me
and the TV people dance
their dance on mute
and the music pours out
of my speakers
this book of poems
is very good
it’s got Bukowski and Ginsberg,
who I already know,
and people with names like
“Jack Grape” and
“Sharon Olds”
(though I have not gotten
to their poems yet)
it's a book all about
the poets who dared
to not be
“poets”
the ones who wrote
about *******
in simple terms
and
wrote about their fights
with their landlords
and their ex-girlfriends
they wrote of drinking
and of hang-overs
of jobs they did not like
and dreams they would never fufill
they described love
as it was
and
not as it should
be
this is the sort of poetry I write,
or at least, I attempt to write
and laid out on my twin bed
I felt very much one of them
inspired only by the improbability
of my existence
I am
flotsam drifting with the currents,
experiencing each wave
and smiling at the chance
to bask in the sunshine
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
She wants to be a star
She wants the fame but can't afford the time climbing up the ladder
So the stars is what she's after
She'll tell you that time is the Being hidden inside Death's cloak
She's on prescription but who am I to tell her stop
The glitz and glamour is a selfish human ambition on the other side of the the mirror
Because stars rain from the sky and burn up because they weren't able to fufill the dream
Maybe because we only gave only half a loaf
We offer it as a sacrifice
You said you want a guy who can take you place
The promises of modeling deals from strangers
Who are Wolves trying to sound like sheep
How pitiful
But I wanted a different star
I wanted the West kind of star
I wanted a ***** dish kind of actress
With body measurements that screamed gorgeous everytime time I lay my eyes on you
With hazel blues eyes to match her description
Can't believe the iris determines the color of the beautiful blue ocean that God has gifted you with
With a bust size of 112cm
Just like Solomon,I'm wise enough to give praise for every part I consider gold
Rose Gold is the type of flower I would pick
If we had to measure up to our perfection l wouldn't stand a chance
Cause she's 5 ft 5 / 165 in cm
She so beautiful that they pay her to do ***** dishes
All I wanted was a Libra,
Just to see if I can connect with the stars
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
Well it's over. It's done.
I have given every piece of myself to you.
You have won.
Everything I have, is yours.
I feel vulnerable. Naked. Exposed.
I have nothing kept for myself.
Nothing left to hold onto.
I've been happy about that decision until now.
Now all I can thing is how badly this will hurt me if you chance your mind.
God, I hope you're not just using me to fufill your momentary desires.
I hope that you don't wake up one morning and decide you've had enough.
Because it'll **** me.
All my cards are in your hands, play responsibly.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
No permanent home no mobile phone he doesn't need any of that
All that he needs, all that he wants carried in a bag on his back
No hot morning shower to brighten his day just a dip in an icy cold stream
He wanders the byways and small country roads seeking to fufill his dreams
He needs no soft bed under a roof just a grassy bed under the moon
Far does he travel the small country roads, he needs no bus train or tram
He's quite content with the life that he chose, the life of a wandering man
No beer or fine wines will he ever drink, for him cool clean water is fine
His dinner food that nature provides so no worries about earning a wage
His life is an unfinished book, each new day the start of an unwritten page
He's content living this way under the sun and the stars
He knows it will end as for all men it must when he finally writes the last page
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
to feel skin
on my skin
finger tips
trail down my body
follow the curves
lips touch lips
I have such a craving
a need
for human affection
I want to feel bliss
You're rugged hands on my hips
the urgent need to kiss
give me all
fufill my wish
touch me
taste me
love me
somebody...
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
the simple thought
of you being mine
brings a inexplicably
lovely sensation everywhere
on my body
fufill my desire
the simple thought
of me being yours
brings a tingle that makes
me so happy
fufill my dream
the simple thought
of being loved
brings a desire
that i could never fufill
sweet ecstacy
the simple thought
of just being only yours
forbidden love
(b.d.s)
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
I searched for love
and found it after many years.
But she didn't fufill me. Alas,
more tears
I looked for work
and got it after a few weeks.
But it didn't fufill me. And all my
hope leaks
I decided to pay for pleasure
and it worked for a few nights.
But it didn't fufill me. How life's
pain bites.
I turn to substance
and I live from day to day.
But it doesn't fufill me. My sanity
drifts away
I long for some feeling
and all the clocks fall.
I can't grasp anything and
I am; and that is all
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
You’re a shade of brilliant earth
I, a hue of sapphire sea
O, the gravitational pull
A pale pink philosophy
The relentless ebb and flow
that exists between you and me
You’re a refining element
I, here to fufill your wishes
The night brings soft caresses
And chamomile kisses
Rolling in our white sheets
In a passion so delicious
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
No words explain just how you make me feel
Keeping me safe from danger
You are made of steel
The warmth rises up body to flush my tired face
Company would be impossible to replace
I cannot describe depths of my gratitude
Instead of affection display attitude
But without your presence house wouldn't be home
Painting world with color
Without it is monochrome
Only you have power to make heart beat fast
Do more for me than I ever could have asked
Attraction embedded in bone and cell
Crazy about you
Easy to tell
I adored you from the very start
Smile and eyes are a work of art
Up close melt into your skin
Fell into your being
You make my head spin
The second we touch
Surroundings fade out
When sad you steal away my pout
I have uncontrollable urge to rip off your clothes
Can't believe it's me you chose
You radiate light that shines from your soul
That brightens the darkness inside boring a hole
Where I am missing pieces you instead fill
Emptiness with butterflies that refuse to be still
You fufill deepest fantasies and desires
When lips brush neck it sets my nerves on fire
The chaos of universe may try to break us apart
It's not stronger than the bonds connecting our hearts
I hope emotions last forever
After time itself ends
Nothing I own as valuable as these precious hours we spend
This memory one I promise to always hold dear
Even if you leave someday you'll never fully disappear
I simply wish you to share the same enchantment I do
Every day I consider a gift because I get to wake up next to you
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 4:38 AM UTC
I think you look but fail to see
What's right in front of your eyes
The problems steadily harassing me
You don't seem to recognize
If it was up to you we'd live
Like this forever I suppose
Mistake after mistake I forgive
Staying through highs and lows
But you keep saying things will change
I'm a fool so I believe
Stupid how I find lies strange
After all this time why am I still naive?
Looking down on my lack of will
When I can't follow through on my word
Your promises you don't try to fufill
The hypocrisy is absurd
I wish I knew how you felt about me
Wish I could read your mind
When I ask you simply ignore my plea
So your feelings remain undefined
You say you love me just as much
As you did when this began
But something feels different in your touch
I honestly don't understand
My attraction for you increases every day
No
Every second that passes by
More and more you are pulling away
While I'm left here asking why
I work so hard to fix this mess
So both our wounds can heal
Going in circles
Make no progress
Like a hamster running a wheel
But I'll never give up hope
I'll remain devoted and strong
Even if we reach the end of our rope
I'll continue holding on
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC