"fulled" poems
She bloomed in the blackness of the night
on the soundless lake water
in the timeless space.
She held a bright white light for the other creatures
for the moon and the stars,
for the birds and the squirrels.
She shined.
She shined erasing the darkness of those hearts
the sorrow , the tears and the cries
A true sun in the sunless sky.
But soon she will disappear..
as the night ends.
she looks down at her diminished image
Her black eyes fulled of misery
*"Oh heart !"
" Can I bare your burden ?" ,
she said,
"Oh heart !"
" behind light , there is darkness and behind darkness there is light."
"Oh heart !"
" your wounds , your sadness and bleakness , how can I heal it?"*
As she laments crystals,
vanished in the brightness of heavens ,
in the brightness of the blue .
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC
You stripped me of my innocence.
Yours were the first lips
To press passion onto my stunted ****
My body bruised by your touch,
Your forked tongue hissed through gritted teeth,
Caress me, as your hands rattle
With anger, desire.
Testosterone fulled triggers
Blew holes into my anatomy,
Ripping apart my flesh.
Now I tie stitches where skin should be,
I'm bleeding out my purity.
Drip,
Drip,
Drip.
The beads of sweat, roll downwards,
Trickling off your looming armour.
They dance with the oceans in my eyes.
Itching spiders romance with the bones
Upon my empty corpse.
Hollow reeking mass,
Devoured by play pretend.
Love lead way to self devouring devotion,
We play on ties with lit matchsticks.
Broken, singed strings,
Where my innocence should lie.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Such useless paper
when created
are given to greedy and idiotic people
whose only instinctual intentions is to spend and create
more...
More of what?
what is the useless paper
It doesn't grow on trees
But
actually
it
is
a
tree
maybe 17000
of them
And they have the audacity to destroy those trees children?
and parents?
and history!!!!
Those faded green papers of money
fulled of BACTERIA and viruses
transporting on human beings
as though a retaliation from god
As God planned to reigned over the corrupted America
But I take that green dollar and spend it
knowing full well
that there is something scarier then God's Wrath
Money
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Alone with this desk,
And a notebook chock-fulled with paper;
Endless.. he chomp everything away.
Things truly aren’t easy,
The silence makes it harder.
Hey music, fill the air;
For not all truths,
But laughs of frauds may break out.
Just like the old days.
Just like the lady boss,
Just..maybe.
There should be dancing all around,
Where crowds should chip in
And take things in stern.
Errands were not decors –
Trespass! Like mini ciphers,
Digits, letters, they knock the drill out.
Only a couple more days left,
But in ignominy,
This generation may fall;
How pitiable..
With such marks and inkblots,
The source remains unrecognized.
They’re used to seize papers like that,
Although such are committing theft already.
Left were words,
Can’t spell it unerringly;
Yet the hearsays divulged its address,
So now, it’s time to slam this tome;
End the toil that has always been the crook!
Go outside,
For the sun’s rays are there!
Goodbye to this aged chair,
And to this notebook full of nicks,
With new freedom,
We shall embrace..
Everything.. “Ciao” to what’s new,
‘Coz this is the real world!
Oh college days!
(7/25/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
My mom would give me give me a steak to remove the ache
My brother would give me a game to remove my pain
My father would give me a crown to remove my frown
Each family member has made me smile
For each of them I have a vile
Fulled with love
Each family member has a spot in my heart
For being playing a part
In my life
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
She's like a book on a bookshelf
fragile, broken, alone
Her thoughts are fulled with words
that line the edge
of each page, yet
the shade of black ink
that drips off her tongue
stains her own bold-faced font
She's like a book on a empty bookshelf
In an empty library
In an empty city
In an empty world
Alone
She's like a secret book on a bookshelf
filled with genius passages that do not
make sense to her
for she is a silent author
that can only sit in front of a old wooden desk
and wait for ink to spew
from her fingertips
to create a masterpiece
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
Flandres, the flag of agony in thee I raise
The bravest scapes thy land survails
In me seek the darkest and the mad man
The sad crab cracks its nest
Against a backdoor saloon chest
My avenue stew mind philanthropy
Resolutions crust signs in my sight
And by my side Rosemary glinks and blides
Preparing my bedroom earing for
The day of the land lord sore
And than again the boots are crooked
The spirit is fulled and dream ain’t no avenue
Scooped you will feel and your brain got to be in a grill
While your smile resents some breakfast lamb
When the door doesn´t call you hence
Your feet ain’t gonna lick the garden fence
Standing there the man and his black cloak
A shield spelling what spells seen to sell
Glasses clink telling whatever you ain’t bring
To the ceremony that makes you feel lonely
Chain your pony slowly for it’s holy
Now hear the voice in a big bang noise
Shooting swords like darts of joke
Seeking and begging thrilling candies
Whispering the grace, listen Sam, the grey taste
It’s your blamed race and it's you the same.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
watched three grey geese in a field fulled with wheat grazing
while Peter Piper pecked some Petunias
while Bitter Butter bit her lip gazing on the scene
of strangeness like writers on paper
wrapping alliterations softer than sleep
louder than firecrackers I had a dream.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Her skin so soft and her skin so smooth her eyes fulled tears her heart filled with blues her mind searching for Hope so her tears run down even faster she stairs at sky in she slowly speak ( I'm a lost child ) heading for disaster
_unique Marie
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
to me love is like a rose garden
you walk down each row
admiring the individuality of each
every rose is beautiful
like love
they say not to pick the roses
what is everyone picked them
meant to be admired not touched
i am guilty of picking the roses
they sit in a vase in my room
i seem to pick the roses that remind me much of myself
usually delicate and light
not classic
yellow
light pink
you used to give me light pink
you knew who i was
delegate
not fulled bloomed
but exotic and beautiful
love is a rose garden
i want my own.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
A Mortal Love I seek, I am not stone
Goddess's of past standing cold;
Rome's current shore- shown godless?
I have flesh, and
still it clings to supple bone, veined marrow
Comfort, none in promise
of a heaven that still thirsts
for my mortal soul, ... remorse held,
holding infinite death, that love would pass
from my partaking; and not
(... a martyr's fate - I refuse it's claim nor seek it's place
on a said judgement day) For without it, Love...I am
but formless discontent, unforgivable by any winged angel or ether,
by any artisan's muse, lent full
Tell what earthen grave
would embrace mortality's warmth/
expose an ashen soul to life? ...Love Mortal itself is lone witness
to all posed as vital, human and willed perfectly finite....
as moon fulled to new
matched only by counted nights; Mortal?....I will
bear it in joy - Love, as word,or turn of tarot,
of fates
consecrating it - immutable
consecrating it - truth immortal...this
Love ... Mortal...
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 4:17 PM UTC
The day started at quarter to 7, am...
I did not feel like getting up
For the week before had shown me the joys of sleeping in;
but this day was different, this day was
Christmas
Until this moment the break had been fulled
with happiness, love & the Gerber's cookies
now tho, that had all changed, now it was
different
like the dark thunder storms that roll across
the ocean skies, so too did my heart darken
to a deep empty black
even the moon did not shine that morn'
with 'its light' that it only steals from the sun.
I hate waking up early...
even for presents
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:14 PM UTC
Wood smoke on a frosty February air,
Let it drift through my window and
interrupt my thoughts,
Tinted with the frozen taste of forest mildew—where you once held my hand when we stepped over a fallen log.
Red wine head ache beat my temples raw,
And the heater rattles in the walls so I
toss and turn.
I do not think of you often; but now I do, wrapped up in yellow blankets and breathing deep the snow falling air.
The ping, ping, ping
of an over fulled drain,
it beats a metronome against the aluminum roof next door.
I sleep with the window open to catch the sent of burring birch,
or hardened pine,
I warm my senses and drift away
to a time before February froze the air.
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
And the ironic part is that i knew from the start,
that the whole thing was futile, yet i still played my part.
you wiggle and hissed, and lets be quite blunt,
when the hand set you down, you set out to hunt.
well you two faced ***** i'll tell you it straight,
your stuffed fulled of malice, and topped off with hate.
as for that dumb hand, i now see it as true,
that the hand that once fed me, is a ******* snake too.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Coffins fulled with bodies
Slit wrists
Alone in a room full of people
Tears fill a tub
School is a dreadful place
Death on mind
Black rooms
Pools of blood
No one notices the darkness
No one listens
You say no more
Everyone cares
WHY????
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
And it is is mine that I
Speak of: Once upon
A time a great truth I
Knew great and good-
Know still its true and its.
No lie I tell but was a time
Apart and is not the same
The truth I know it is
Great and Glorious from
Afar but not so much with-
In where it fulled my heart
And soul. Now I know but
I know less now than before
When twas a Glory that can
Not be remembered as the
Old woman said speaking
Of the Fall in mountains of
Her Youth -tiz but once
We know and must forget.
But as the poet said of our
Youth long is its memory
For this yearning sin I ask
Your forgetfulness and mine
That I may love you as myself
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Saying good bye ant an easy thing to do
Especially saying good bye to you
I thank you my friends for this time spent
I thank you for being you
I spread my wings and fly away and head into the sun
Letting the wind take me on its way
Soaring down this crystal mountain with a soul fulled
With love peace and harmony
Follow your hearts dear
Follow your light to where your soul shines bright
Allow yourself to see your essence
You are one of life's true gifts
So I Spread my wings and fly away
and dip into the wind
mother earth guiding my way
Where ever I am know my friend
You can always come and stay
Heading in the direction of my souls calling
Feeling fear within
The age old game the ego likes to play
This time it won't win
Ive got more tools in my kiti
More love than ever before
Know that I'll carry you with me
As i turn and head out the door
So I spread my wings and float away
Allowing myself to be
The full expression of my inner light
The great gift you could have given me
This freedom to be me
Where I'll go no one knows
Now It's time to fly away
Where I'll go no one knows
Now It's time to fly away
Anahata
I wish you peace
Shanti shanti shanti
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
I wander in my mind again
Searching for the one little spot where you are hiding
I think I won't be able to sleep tonight
You stare at me, looking right through my skin
You see my veins, fulled with alcohol
Most of the people I know can only think straight
When they're sober
But as I'm always drunk, my mind is prepared
Can't you just grab my hand and take me to wonderland
Save me from my death,
Tickle me until I'm out of breath
I hear you walking in
Your footsteps are planted in my remembrance
They wander in my brain,
Leave their marks on my retina
Winter goes to summer,
Long sleeves go to t-shirts
Our love still comes from one side,
Trying to break through
As I open my eyes, I see you laying next to me
My imagination took over again
But dreams do come true, they say
So just promise me you'll love me today
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
To her eyes to her smile she make me happy
wen i look into her eyes i melt into water fulled with stars
she have the eyes of love
her love is whole
sometime i don't know what to say
i wish i could give her more
but she know what position am in
and thats why i love her
i dont need or want any and another female other then the one i got
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
When lilies of pain bloomed from soil saturated in
blood
and lust
Mother Gaea gave birth to her most wretched daughter
A Stifled and stillborn and butchered daughter
A sacrificial lamb, of a daughter
An empty and anguished and defiled daughter
An ache
who was born from the corpses
left clinging together after the dust has settled.
An Ache
who’s cries were the imminent whistle of a descending bomb.
An Ache
who’s very breath was fulled with our most desperate whispers and prayers.
We set Gaea ablaze,
Left her singed and seared and amputated,
nothing but the sharp-edged fragments of what was,
burning away at memories of the battles that lingered still on her tongue.
A forest fire consuming and destroying itself, yet continually growing,
Growing enough to
burn
and burn
and burn
And burn
but not quite ****
Only to leave her daughter alive.
A daughter left to roam the blistered cadaver of her mother,
An Ache, still alive,
Alive and sickly and sweet
Full of beating blood and sticky wet breath.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Last night I was able to get a few minutes with the devil at midnight, I was telling her about my ambien fulled mid-flight fist fight
She looked at me with delight as she offered a key with some coke that just hit
just right
She told me
"Kid you're on the right path, people looking to tear you off may tell you that there is value in sit ins and coups, but these chickens get to be yours for the picking. Stay the course
No remorse
Until you're forced on your deathbed
Stick here and you'll be well fed
Maybe your spirit dying of thrist, but what good is a death if you can't afford the hearse?
I'm here to tell you first and last, that after life the afterlife is laughter in the mind of a child. Kid go wild"
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
His headphones fit in ears
that haven’t listened for years
I spend most of my time
looking down at my phone
which is marginally better
than feeling alone
mass communication
has fulled our isolation
once love was a rocket
now we only connect
at the USB socket
Aug 25, 2023
Aug 25, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
It is not this yet this is on the path. There is the coincidenceof two worlds each the antithesis of the other, mutually excvlusive; yet each is an affirmation of the other. Like a double negative they cancel each other out. This is the nothingness that cannot be known; the mystery that can never be solved . The Nothingness preceedes all. All is contained in it yet it is unbound. It is not a question to be persued. . The child stands before it not understanding . This is its the final reality- the non object- forever unknowable. Yet this can be accepted the permanent paradox , the dark and the light that is neither. The One. The One accepts all, lets all otherness enter into Being; and knowing not one knows: the grandeur, that great peace which surpasseth understanding is knowing the unknowable God. He says I am that I am and we are fulled with joy that the Truth is in us and it is the gift of eternal being Unknown.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
*two gather
together
to gather
the light of a fulled soul*
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I want my mirror to steam up
I want my heart to shut the hell up
I want these tears to go to hell
All I want is for you go there as well
See if my mirror steamed up
I wouldn’t see the reflection that’s so ****** up
But If my heart doesn’t stop aching
I think I may end up faking
Faking the smiles and laughs
Pretending I’ve put up glass
Instead of this 10 foot brick wall
So no1 can see my pain at all
I know that I may be more
More than a friend to you
But I feel like you’d kick me to the floor
If she ever came running back to you
So I love you
And I know you love her
so guess I’m just another you
Hoping for a miracle to occur,
Falling in love with someone who won’t love me 2
And I may be mad
I may say you should go to hell
But its ’cause you drive me mad
You make my pain disappear into a well
I don’t know how to deal with this
’cause all it took for me was one simple kiss.
although, even before that night
You fulled my darkness with light.
So I love you
And I know you love her
so guess I’m just another you,
Hoping for a miracle to occur,
Falling in love with someone who won’t love me 2
- E. A. F
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC