"fullfilling" poems
Never Had iThought
Id Actually Be Or Fall inlove.
A Mutual Desire
Something iFeel And People
Dont Call Me insane
Cause iTs A Human Being
Not A Chemical
Substance.
iRealistically Feel, How iKnow
iTs Real.
He's Better Than Drugs
A Fullfilling
Natural Stimulant dose
My Happiness my
everything, 1st love of my life
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Upon a morning dreary
I took a **** which left my ******* weary
I wiped
I flushed
I exited the bathroom blushed
Twelve hours passed
Since that horrid **** left my ***
And low and behold
A smell flowed to my nose
Just as a burning arose
Underneath my *******
I knew too late the **** had stained
The flesh, my taint tucked under my ******** train
ONE WIPE WAS NOT ENOUGH...
Pretty soon around six o'clock
There came upon my door a knock knock knock
And who was there?
Who did I hear calling to my ears?
It was the *** positive, gonarreah infested, scabies encrusted, syphilis ridden, transexual sex-kitten I had started a relationship with over Craig's List
Now, listen children carefully to this...
***** tucked hisher's lips around hisher's teeth
And began a ******* that could make the Hulk weak
But it was over in a jif
When ***** caught a wiff
And that little sneak
Took a pervy peak
At the feces widely spread underneath
***** RAN AWAY CRYING
I was laughing so hard I thought I was dying
That pesky little poo
Left on hisher bottom lip
Made that entire bathroom trip
FULLFILLING
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
A woman rests like a bud with poise
Smiling at the echoes of the posh world's voice
She is the cloud that carries the rain
Giving life to man's soul parched from anxieties and pain
Her value is more than all the world's treasures,
Not just the sum of scale's unit measures
To teach her the kiss of fame
And help her bloom in society like a flower
Few steps far to rule the science of space
Some working hard to make it swirl in daze
Some writing books down in the meadows
While some dance like divas casting beautiful shadows
And some are tender enough to tend to sick people
With supreme motherly love and the wisdom of peepal
Some express the feelings by the magic of their paint brush,
Which is auctioned pretty high to empty others purse
In the midst of these successful women
There does exist a fearsome creature we call men
When will the sun rise in the sky
And bring those hidden buds talents to life
To conquer the world with their passions
And make the world shiver in awe by their fashion
To come up in life with a mission
Possessing colorful profession
And one should understand that
A woman is the pillar of a temple foundation
Where a man comes and goes with renewed inspirations
A woman is the flesh that holds the seed
The miracle of birth fullfilling human need
A woman is the mother of a new generation
And only we can be the direction of that aspiration
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
(insparational writing)
I notice in life that we sometimes forget to dream. I mean dream about what you want out of life. Are most people afraid of falling short, being overwhelmed or they just don't try. My definanition of dreaming is not about money, it's about life.What makes you feel the feelings you never had before. It's sometimes natural to feel that somethings can't be reached. But if you don't try it will never happen. I love the saying "Chase Your Dream", it is so true. I've already accomplished a lot of my dreams that brought me happiness. But there were no feeling involved. Life is to short not to dream. Always love your dream and it will come true. With dreams comes passion. This is something that is lifelong fullfilling. These can be simple things, such as: a great family or a quite walk with someone you want to be with, in a place you love. Never give up, never lose sight and don't give up. As long as you set your mind straightyou can accomplish just about anything you want.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Behind every book is a story,
parts may be a mystery,some pieces of the plot,
being evident at first glance,
yet many aspects are unwritten,
waiting for the pen to caress,
the paper as creativity,
escapes from the mind,
forming words flowing through,
the hand of the creator.
Each Book is original,
an expressive reflection of the author,
at first sight may appear,
as simply mundane;
perhaps the decision to explore,
the pages within a cover,
rustic in appearance,
concealing an extraordinary tale,
is an idea to ponder.
A turn of a Page,
reveals intricate details,
depicting the facade,
blocking the view of true character,
the quirks of each line,
pullng your conscious thoughts,
into an enthralling journey.
Each Sentence units,
to become a paragraph,
of another world or being,
to discover as one obtains,
the vision of another.
Each paragraph morphing into imagery,
as one is enveloped by imagination;
others consumed by reality,
captured in elegance,
or explained through alluring charm,
one yearns to trek through,
crossing into beauty of a life,
unfamilairly touching the soul,
with an experience of an inevitable territory,
contained within the touch of humanity,
shared with one through,
the reading the passions of one's mind.
A sensation,
fullfilling one's heart,
with immense pleasure,
and extreme satisfaction.
as one dances with the spirit,
of a written legend.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
Soar to the stars
Fly with the snowflakes into the immortal wind.
No specific destination just to the end of time
Boundless discovery, eternal elation.
Dance and embrace the harmonies, which surround you.
Sounds of the ruffling leaves surfing on the very current
Which carries you.
Landing is not in question as you inhale a second wave.
Take flight into the blissful night
Higher than before, rising to the sky as an eagle overseeing his kingdom.
As a cloud, taken by the breeze fullfilling it’s destiny in the infinite sky.
Open your eyes my innocent child.
Behold the wonder of yourself as you look upon the earth with a(n)
Naïve eye.
Make of it as you wish ,
Paint and tattoo your thoughts on a canvas of the mind
Embedding what you feel, not just what you envision
Relinquish the meloncholy that chains you.
Landing now becomes eminent,
Falling from the brilliant beauty of an illuminous moon.
Crashing on the concrete reality of what life truly is;
A nightmare to a dream
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
She is an ocean and a desert
a white candle and a deep sapphire;
the great tempest sent by you
to test my heart's voyage.
It is she whom I taste upon my lips
not the foam of a raging sea.
She who stung my eyes to tears
not the burning sands.
Her flame that lights my path
not the flickering lamp.
She it was who purchased my freedom
not the great jewel of Tabriz.
And it was she who opened
my soul. No great wind
nor wave, that set my
ship on a course to your
unfound shores.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
A greater cause,
means a better life.
Or atleast so they voice.
But how do you fight for what is right;
when all you dispose of is knife?
I ask myself who is my greatest enemy?
Is it me, myslef, or I?
Mybe all I need is a remedy.
To make all the wrong rectify.
I know that all of what I am capabe of holding is a weapon.
But how do you use such a thing when you can't tell the difference between your foe and your allies?
All I see are demons who seem to have come from the heart of heaven.
But afetr all, isn't that everybodies homeland. Even the devil knows all of its alleys.
But mybe weapons as deadly as they can be,
are the more or less something like you and me.
Mybe they weren't found for the unique cause of killing.
Pedro Reyes made weapon in art fullfilling.
What was war's greatest tool.
Has now become harmony's moor.
What was used in fights caused by sheer unreason.
Has now brought all people even.
All those cries,
all those tries.
And I still can't realize:
what on earth can possibly be my cause.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
I notice in life that we sometimes forget to dream. I mean dream about what you want out of life.
Are most people afraid of falling short,
being overwhelmed or they just don't try.
My definanition of dreaming is not about money, it's about life.
What makes you feel the feelings you never had before.
It's sometimes natural to feel that somethings can't be reached.
But if you don't try it will never happen.
I love the saying "Chase Your Dream", it is so true.
I've already accomplished a lot of my dreams that brought me happiness. But there were no feeling involved.
Life is to short not to dream.
Always love your dream and it will come true. With dreams comes passion.
This is something that is lifelong fullfilling.
These can be simple things, such as:
Your own home...
A fancy car...
Yet that's surreal.....
Real dreams,
Your god given talent....
An artist
Your own business
To help our youth
Never give up, never lose sight of your dream. As long as you set your mind straight you can accomplish just about anything you want.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
It must be melancholy, meaning the world
to somebody, who means nothing
to the world
being mere acquaintances
with a musician
or perhaps a movie star
must be much more fullfilling
shaking hands with a king
now that could probably equate
to more then my
Indefinitely inconsistent friendship
i long to give you a better man
so should you chose a seat
next to a man who competes
i won't hate you
I will only drown
in the love that i have for you
it is all the love i have ever known
it is all the love, that there is
it is my entirety
I live in your world
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
In my deepest slumber,
when the moon is at its peak,
I have endless thoughts
of you & me
streaming warmth,
fullfilling
my sweetest dreams,
you lying under me.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
her fingers feathering the dark magnolia leaves
stroking the foilage like it were a housecat
his fingers wrapped around the taped raquet handle
in a firm yet dexterous grip, waiting to enter the fray
her fingers deep within the loamy soil
communing with the larger whole
his fingers testing the grain of the wood
looking for the sweet spot, the soul
her fingers raised to lips, creating a mask
thoughts to the rest of the day
his fingers poised above the computer
awaiting the spark to flare
her fingers in the tresses of his hair
asking for more connection
his fingers playing across the rise of her breast
answering all her questions
her fingers, her hands hard upon his shoulder blades
seeking the length, the depth, of him
his fingers, his hands on her ****
fullfilling their need
their fingers intertwined
as they sleep....together
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
One day everything leaves that you own
all blackness can't hear the sound of your soul
Back to square one, loophole
as you go round in a whole
senses tense sense a consequence that slowly unfolds
detached from the string of existence
enveloped in riches, drifting in lost ones wishes
you miss out on missing
a mingled fulfillment
a fullfilling fullfilment you left it all to your children
content with contentment
dreaming about life
all it seems is allright
you're not afraid of this ending
taking your place in the fabric of space
slowly drifting and mending
objects move closer
you feel a light bending
a strong pull
as you feel the times ending
in a last sigh you let go
as you went from life
to enter a Black Hole
Light reaches your eyes, different place
different time, different face, different smile
retain a sense of self in this strange
state of mind
reembraced reïnstated well on your way
with retracing your self
Never a constant, always developing
human curiosity, aahh for-the-hell-of-it
blaze a bit be a mellow kid
you carve your road soon enough
meet old friends like Broken Trust
and you'll carry weight untill your shoulders crush
fight and re-see one end that's close to us
Death.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
I know he means well when he does his rounds
His childish behaviour knows no bounds
A manager by title, and title alone
I cringe at his presence through to the bone
He asks how I am with a sickening grin
Is my mental health ok, he says on a whim
Because I'm ****** off does he think I am mad
Enough of you now I really have had
Night shifts in this place can mess with your mind
But I yearn for the rest days that follow behind
Its then I can rest and find peace within
And forget the baffoon with the immature grinn
Dawn has now risen my shifts nearly done
Soon I can go home, my times begun
Its now time to rejoin the land of the living
And the things that to me make life fullfilling
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
I look happy
Yet so sad,
I wear a fake smile
Fooled by others
My thoughts are messed up
For I am a cutter
I made the mistakes
Of fullfilling my needs
My scars shine bright
From far away
I hide my pain
And you wonder why
You saw my cuts
You heard my cries
You leant my ways
And watched my struggle
You sit there wondering
What will happen
For now I'm dead
Because of you
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
"I have done plenty of fullfilling things, but what felt best was sharing moments with people who seemed to care.
A head
Against
A shoulder,
A hand
Resting against
Another,
You forget what it feels like and maybe I don't touch other people anymore because I know
I know
I know
How much it hurts when they walk away
Leave you to hold yourself together
While they go and hold someone else."
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Looking in your eyes
I saw your universe
Divine creation
Fullfilling patent destinations
Out of pure concentration
Will power
Mind over matter
Help and friends
You my sir
My madam
Are The Life force
Of earths true beings
What a sight
To see
Be the light
That shines
Inside
Inspire
Try new things
Push a little harder
Ask with intent
Set goals
Drive higher
And in the mean time
Ride those waves
Like the Bad *** *****
You were designed!
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC