"fulling" poems
Don't let that name part those sweet lips again
A perfection in a perfection is impossible
Unless it is I
How can you not see it?
Every time you speak of her perfection, I look at yours
You say cute as if a puppy following your every step
Am I only a sister to you
A foe?
I can't help but look you down and feel anxiety
I can't help but look over any flaws
For it seems I take all of your imperfection
I feel so awkward around you
Only because I feel everything about to burst
Only because I know you may not ever feel the same
Only because when you speak her name I see your face brighten
That is what kills me
Every faint sigh
Every sad conversation to which I want to kiss those words away
Wrapping around you
Bid All Sorrowful Things Away!
Not knowing what I wish
For you put me in a realm of idiocy
I want that touch of your warm hands on my burning skin
Oh! Just that sighing aching thought of loosing you
If only you knew
I want to lock you away in my heart
To tell you dreams are only dreams
To lie to you and say I am fine
Kills me even more
My old soul and dying heart
Being left for dead from the sound of your voice
Please!Just whisper the word fair mind
For thy lady cannot know.
Her beauty to fragile
Her heart to kind to even spare me but a mere couple words
To even gaze into my eyes
For she pumps my blood
She fills my steaming ecstasy
Don't smile with my thoughts running a muck
Don't sound so happy when you are speaking her name
That sound is poison to me
Dripping with every syllable into my chest
Let's just run away
You have already taken my soul
Take my lonely body with you
Why must being so young hurt so bad?
But feel so good?
Remembering the dreams of peace
And love
And rock and roll
And of me getting you for once
naked in a field of flowers
Wait? You say
For you to stop loving this?
For me to get your broken heart after leaving her?
What is cute?
Constant thoughts about how it will never be
Your awes every time I say a word sounds so pathetic
So sarcastic into another way of saying you don't care
Just stop the nonsense and keep calling my name
I want to hear perfection
Like I think of you
I want to get hugs like you give everyone else
I want to feel your touch
I want to call you mine
And show how much I love you in front of the world
In front of your cruel relative blood
What is this?
I have not any words to tell you in person
For fulling knowing it is i ?
Or it is you, lady, the one I love dearly
I don't want to loose this friendship as I lost my heart to you
So just say my name
**** me over and over
The thing you are so good at doing
Keep on introducing me to other lovers of yours
Keep burning me with those sad words
Bury me
Bury me in my own blood
In the blood of your perfection
For I am cursed to never grasp love
And always grasp friendship
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Is
Am
I?
Such wrong words but words can words express what I deserve?
What I heard is echoes of my own voice in a Hurd full of nerves that want to be released out of my words...
First I...well secondly....no no this will prolly be the third, where I'm fulling and filling in the feelings of a per-son.
Seeing you leave is like wind threw a hot day. Does that make sense? Cause you come and blow but I need sense cause this is not it.
Wait
Stop
Hold on! As I've become a puzzle piece to the forgotten
And I'm fine with it
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
Yes so much indeed of this need!!!
Love...
LOVE IS ALREADY
Has always been and always,
Will Be
Willing to refill!!!
Only what We through this...
\ /
*Shared process have had, shut down, casting off out,
Have shut off through some,
'Big Squeeze's'*
\ Hugg's /
We long for...
He-Art
Dream's Of...
/ Lovingly...\
Waits Eternally On
t'ill it be
Of this re-filling;
He, S'he-Art's
Heart Mine
LOVE
Love
***IS
ALL
THERE IS
'Understanding'
'Seeing' 'Hearing'
Acceptence...***
/ \
Turn of process in re-fulling internally till over fulling,
Spilling and pouring out 'All Over Within Her' this 'Him';
/ \
Of which and by,
We Already,
Know Of!!!
***Imperishable Spiritually
We are granted as much as the 'Dust',***
STAR
Dusty Ones
Dusted
Star's
*Light
Star Dust
All Known As
EMcSquared's too,
We know our ******
Existence depends what is,
It's interdependence upon,
So Too...*
~***Without Is
As Within...****~~~
LOVE FROM:
Of Whereby She Sprung
'IS' Infinite' and too interdependent,
With this EMcSquared Domain...
<3
<3<3
<3<3<3
***HE-ART
HEART HEART
HEART HEART HEART***
***Therefor it is 'He', 'more' 'so missing'!!!
She' is in Her Own Turmoil, with and for this,
Shaman Master J said 'not even 'He' knows when,
These inherent forces come to restored balance' or,
These things that 'must come to pass'!!***
*Nostradamus too understood so much within,
With and about these could find no conclusion,
Of otherwise what was self evident,
Certain kinds of trends predictable,
But a blank of 'time/space',
That went blank thereabouts by,
Nine Times Nine the 81st page,
'The Lost Book of Nostradamus',
Where it was left open...*
IS... Us...
Knock Knock!!!
BLISS
You can become
***'One' with this then 'Great Architect',
See, Understand A Midwife Be Need,***
***Then Also Completely That None Can Be Left Out Indeed!!!
How else could 'It Be'!!!
OUR X'Factor'S' IS,
Are Klear Like Krishna's,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That Flute Still Playing On,
In Such This Way Eternally...
This Such is the Spirit LOVE YES;
'Is Defaulted Upon Us'.
**** straight that is with Joy, Fun
'All Deep Connective Pleasure', BLISS'ED!!!***
I myself am Overly Grateful for Every,
***Each of 'All the Birdy's' Whom Still Shout 'even if'
We Are Only Hearing these as Whispers, Upon 'the whispering winds'!!
Re-Calling:
These X'Factors is Now Most Klear,
More On 'Cue',
Being more 'Key' to the...
'Always Open Door of ALL;
ALL WHOM SO MISS
KISSS'S OF THE BLISS'S;
'So Lonely Without X's of You';
On the Ever Imperishable River's In,
OUT OF THE INFINITE SEA OF LOVE,
SHE AND HE TOO ARE INTERDEPENDENT!!!!!***
*There are no dependents or independents,
outside beyond this first off and foremost;*
Come Home All Returning!!!!
~Sa Sa, Ra!!!~~
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
She sat on her bed
looking out the window.
Hannah looked at
the fulling rain.
Her mother passed by
the bedroom door
and looked in.
Whit ur ye daein'?
Her mother said.
Looking at the rain,
Hannah replied.
Ye can help me
wi' the washin',
her mother said.
Do I have to help
with the washing?
Her mother stared
at her
Whit ur ye
waitin' fur?
I'm waiting
for Benedict,
Hannah said,
gazing at her
mother's stern gaze.
O heem th'
sassenach loon,
her mother said
and walked off
down the passage.
Hannah waited.
She'd was pushing
her manners close
to the limits.
Once upon a time
her mother would
have slapped her
behind for talking so,
but now at 12 years
old her mother dithered
and set her tongue
to work instead.
She eyed the rain
running down the glass.
She could hear
her mother in the kitchen
banging pots and pans.
Then a knock at the door.
Benedict no doubt.
Gie th' duir, Hannah,
her mother bellowed.
Hannah went to the door
and let Benedict in.
He was wet, his hair
clung to his head
and his clothes were damp.
Got caught
in the downpour,
he said,
shaking his head.
Hannah smiled.
I'll get you a towel
to dry your hair,
she said.
She got him a towel
from the cupboard
and he began
to rub his hair.
We can't go out in this,
Hannah said,
have to stay here
and we can play games.
He rubbed his hair dry,
took off his wet coat
and stood by her bed.
What games?
he said.
Ludo? Chess?
Draughts? She suggested.
Her mother came back
to the door of the bedroom.
Ye swatch dreich,
the mother said,
eyeing Benedict.
He looked at Mrs Scot
and then at Hannah.
Mum said you look drenched,
Hannah said.
O right, yes, I am,
he replied and smiled.
Mrs Scot didn't
smile back.
Dornt sit oan
th' scratcher,
Mrs Scot said icily.
Mum said don't sit
on the bed,
Hannah said.
Mrs Scot went
off muttering.
Where shall I sit?
He asked.
We'll sit on the floor,
Hannah said,
and play chess.
He nodded his head,
his quiff of hair
in a damp mess.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Conjecturing on the intimate remnants of your heart
surmising on the proper way to dissect its parts
delving into the chasm that holds your most private illusions of grandeur
bewildered by the vast expanses, these weathered lips simply stammer
the complexity of the concept left me stifled, mouth failing to make any attempts at offering kind words
as the reverberations of vocal chords became the only sound we heard
ricocheting off the precipices of your heart's unsurmountable walls
useless like hands digging the sands in fruitless attempts to draw
the full force off the ocean from a shallow hole
I stared at the blueprints of your heart's desires failing to find the control
every route on the schematic
seemed as if inner city traffic
flooded with passengers never fulling knowing when they will reach their destination rightfully so, at the center of your attention
as I sketch out the dimensions
factoring in the time it will take to find the route that leads me back to you
I marvel at the resiliency of your heart, then drive straight through
beyond these hallowed walls lies a future I was destined to reach
I shred these maps, light a match and burn all the blueprints of me...
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
I saw you gasping
Again and again
Between nothing and nothingness
Where nothing was there but a stone
Be it in the sun, the ice cold frozen tundra
What is air to this stone, the stone of persecution
Stones of death, sorrows, judgments, pity by self or
By others who have taught us by now oh all too well...
We have mastered our own death walking, talking, gasping
between nothing and nothingness as if upon a cross or the last
time we shall have our mouth above water ever again...feigning
what would be life, but we have bound one another whereby to save
oneself every move we make just tightness the noose, or drives in the barbs
of poisonous fangs that not only numb but at once intensify ones pains and of
desperations...
you've been here all much long before
a watchtower whereby you look for the door
the door out, the door unguarded you might slip past
one slick night and too you guard that door with all you've got left
you can still call life,
get out and or don't even dare
enter my shattered temple holy still
like two paths daily moment by moment
there are two gasps you can dare
one as if your first
the other just
might be
your
l
a
s
t
.
.
.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember you were born happy
Belly full of joyful loving exuberance
I watched you gasp today
as all that so desperately
just wanted back in
Your beautiful temple
Body soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I watched LOVE today
Trying so desperately
With some fervent gasping's
To Simply Be LOVE to YOU!!!!
Fulling out a belly full
of wondrous loving joy
blissful rambunctiousness
To match so graciously
Your Magnanimous Heart!!!!!!!!!!
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
Mabey it was just the days
that seemed prolonged
My mind that resurrects the dead
To the reaches far beyond
Fatigued i let myself wander
Fulling false emotions blurred by imagination
Confined in my prior self
Till Im a tyrant to my own degradation
The bittersweet animosity of false hope
Like watering a blossom in hopes of a willow
My self-pity only absent in my dreams
had i wished they where nightmares not long ago
Strangled with fists and stains my pillow bears quotes i suffocate through
That quote
Go to bed
He’s not thinking about you
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
He got tired of the bachelor life, the same routine of a new girl every night. Hanged his shirt and quited the game, left the spotlight that brought the wrong kinda fame...
So he began his search for misses right, stopped fulling around night clubs till day light. Visited the library, took walks in the park, even whent to church wearing a tie, searching for so called, mrs right.
He searched and searched till the days where nights. He searched all over till 2 years past. He grew weary of church, bored with libraries. The people at the park started pointing at this weird man who took walks by himself.
After years of searching he quit the quest. Concluded that in life, there is no mrs right...
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 2:47 AM UTC
Vague blows to my mind
Memories make me unkind
Bitter and shallow to the core
All this laying in bed has made me sore
shameless ***
With strangers just met
fulling a void just isn't the same
Without our conversations to keep me sane.
Struggling with hello
Picture you wearing those stilettos
Holding the pillow at night
Isnt you gripping me tight
a wolf in sheeps clothing
Turns into a sheep with self loathing
wolf inside frightened to see light
Future Looking dim and bleak, losing sight.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
Something has been eating me alive
and it's coming from within
when did it truly begin
when did it start eating away
what's the cause of this decay
my insides are in disarray
out of place
some things missing
slowly filling with the void
an empty replacement
fulling with darkness
it won't stop spreading
is it truly from within
or did you infect me
pierce me with your toxin
to slowly eat away
making me useless
so I can't fight your words
your toxic hate
breaking me down
piece by piece
destroying who I was
and what I could be
but your gone
I have begun to heal
but it's hard to replace what you've taken
what you destroyed
sometimes I can still taste your poison
I know ill never forget
what you did
the pain I felt
but I can be better
I WILL be better
I can make it out alive
I can heal
no matter how hard you tried
I'm still alive
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 3:03 AM UTC
In a bizarre place
The moment I looked to my right
I slowly get to my pace
But before, I took a gaze
I think I saw an angel...
Taking a second glance,
I notice closed-folded wings
Well now I'm sure,
He's my guardian angel
One word:
Purity. To describe him
That look in His eye,
Chilling my nerves
Fulling the sight
Oh, eye-to-eye
Wavy, curly hair
Brown and blonde fair
With length up to chin
Such gracious Mr. 'Him'
Small lips
Bright scene
Ambience light
Feelings aright
Pointed nose
Moreno skin
Like those, calm,
Tanned in the seashore
Glowing, aura around him
A mesmerizing sight
His eyes, pure, innocent light
Oh Love, how I love you
Singnifying Almighty's presence
Worn, fine-linen robes
I'd like to touch, to feel
His warmth, emanating
From his to me
I'd like to---
Smiles, I hugged him(!)
I just did it(!), out of love, joy
It seems fast, fast yet slow
His expression, quite surprised, yet not
But his eyes, that concern he has
I see= compassion (love)
Oh how I wish to be just like that,
Forever, with God, Jesus
Meanwhile, a hope remains,
"Someday"
I came to my retreat,
I noticed a single folded li'l paper
He held, opened
In mine's interpretation, it reads,
(promises he'll keep,)
No matter what,
I'll send to proclaim thy message
Whenever one need thee
(and many more, I left unnoticed )
~
Then he made me feel,
I have to go somewhere
Where?
God knows
How?
God knows
Then in a distance
I saw a woman approaching
So beautiful,
Of course, hey, she's my mother
She led me
God, and angels,
They lead me
I dreamed of this, and now I dreamt it
( in the end, what matters to me is that even once, I know God is with me. And love follows wherever I go)
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
*void heart is dangerous
works like a drug; hallucination
that every man are fond of the owner.
apparition of fairy tale
unbearable from day to day.
counting times to meet the other half
it's ludicrous, unbearable, embarrassing.
it's a part of fulling the void; unloved.*
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
Heavenly Lord, thy Spinning Wheele Make mee,
make mine thy Holy Spirit glorify,
therewith thereon therein T̶h̶e̶n̶ then this thy thee,
the Webweave Loomeyarn thy for glory dy.
I am thyselfe All pinkt with Judgment fine,
that Then their Words is Ordinances Twine:
Affections make thy Holy to be Reele.
yee Actions fill shall My apparell may.
My Conversation make and reele thy Wheele.
Will mine the Holy thy of mine display.
Affections me with cloath My wayes and quills thy,
Then make me Then to make same Fulling Mills thy:
Memory Make of Flyers knit bee neate,
And Swift my Soulespun Spooleyarn winde before,
Varnisht in Colours Choice That flowers compleate,
my Distaff Make thine Understanding for.
And,Cloathd in Holy robes, my Conscience, Lord,
O Paradise and glory shine thy Worde...
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 6:47 PM UTC
Silent days, delicate rains,
clip clopping like marching horse,
on thin, steel roofs, and nylon umbrellas.
Drenched, sweating foreheads in summer climates,
consistent, cool winds like drooling ice,
drying sopping skin, a rough cloth to an oily pan.
Starved road trip bellies, after intermittent rests and games of eye-spy,
salivating at laminated menus, and passerby plates,
pre-meal hot fries, fulling deep guts with salty chips and fizzing raspberry.
Waking hours before blaring alarms,
knocking parents, a whistling kettle, and the popping toaster;
an hour to lay restless head into the deep world of snug pillows and warm blankets;
as if your whole universe is one big cushion.
Finishing a chapter and curling rough page with soft finger,
placing floral bookmark into the straight crease,
placing it back into its spot on the shelf or bedside table.
Dawn coffee.
Friday afternoon.
Saturday morning.
Kind encounters.
Meeting deadlines.
A finished poem.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
They say that even the strongest must fall
That even Achilles in all his glory and strength, fell to an arrow.
A mere arrow to the heel is all it took, for this once great man to fall
I don’t have the qualities of such a great man as him
I have no fountain of invincibility to submerge myself within
I must fall and surely will, but unlike him will not be slain
I will not see the great creator that brought me upon this Earth
I will fight till my last breath
I will die with dignity
I will Die knowing that I did what I loved and lived as I wished
I will not live my life fulling others dreams
I will love who I see fit and hope to God she loves me as much I will love her
I’m not sure of the mysteries that death holds, but i’m sure I will keep my memories
I will never forget those I loved, those I misbehaved with
I won’t forget those I hurt, ‘cause I’m human and perfection will forever elude me
I will never forget the mother that raised me and the father who taught the ways of men
And finally when the final seconds arrive
When the time comes for my demise
Remember me for who I was, not for who I wasn’t
Love me for my good deeds and forget all my mistakes
Cause all the wrong I did was without a single thought in my head
I’ll love you all always and will forever be in debt to you all
Remember me and keep me in your hearts forever
Cause I know for a fact you will all live in mine forever
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 2:39 PM UTC
im sorry im "one of those girls" who feels more confident and comfortable in all her makeup. im sorry i can't always tell you what's on my mind, and most of the time i wont, and have a problem with fulling being all in. trust has never came easy for me, and people have always let me down, so im sorry somedays ill be distant and have no explanation as to why. im sorry i fall asleep during long car rides, and sometimes sing too loud when you are having a bad day and just want silence. im sorry i worry about absolutely everything and sometimes, a lot of times, make a problem out of nothing just because my anxiety is that bad. im sorry when we go around your family or friends i look down or stay on my phone, because im not good with people like you are with everyone. im sorry that when im tired, or hungry, or have had a bad day, i take it out on you. im sorry im so stubborn and hard to get through sometimes, and rarely listen when i need to the most. im sorry i get jealous of your girl friends, or of any girl really, because our time apart showed me that im not the only girl in the world who is ever going to love you, and my biggest fear is losing you too soon, or at all. im sorry im apologizing for all these things, and im hoping each night that you don't wake up one morning and decide to stop loving me, because someday you'll come to the realization that even if i need you, it doesn't mean you need me.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
She was like art a foundation of happiness with a dash of crazy fulling the creativity of her mind and soul. A product of pure genius she can become any form she creates becoming a library of masterpieces giving the liberty to show the world who she truly is. A masterpiece of a woman disguised as a blank canvas
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
Im dressed in rags but I'm made of riches, promise
I'm the insurance man, a timetabler
Wake me from my slumber,
I'll give you a tenner, doctor, mother,
Double pain relief, those blasted tablets
****** liqueur sent me to sleep.
Chemically numbing,
My dad's never hugged me you know
Old time copper threw me
In the lock-up for stealing liquor.
I'm the self fulling prophecy
Hoping for childish deliverance
Some like it hot I like it cold like a copper coin dropped into my pocket.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
There's this call of freedom
Surrounding you,
Like the wind blowing around,
Whipping your clothes on.
You're like a stallion
Running in the breeze,
No master, no chief.
An air of power
Fulling your lungs,
You keep your course,
Dreaming on
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
/// • |
<>
/// • |
<>
/// • |
<>
#######
The gentle
///
And in the beginning
People were gentle and good
And human kindness ruled over the heavens and earth
( as we all remember well )
••
And nature
In all it's grace and harmony
Provided for all who too lived harmoniously
With their own nature
•
And the earth
And the human race
Developed as one unified field
Nurturing eachother
And fulling all inner promise with abundance and fertility
TO BE CONTINUED
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
why don't i believe the things you say
why do i delve in your words
why do i starve for your affection
aware of it's cheap sentimental pieces
taken from your past loves,
recycled
to make me smile.
i hate that it works,
that your cheap sentimental affection
makes me weak
i forget about me
do you even care?
why. don't. i. believe. you. may. actually.
love. me.
care about me.
want to know me.
why is it hard for me to accept love
is it a self-fulling prophecy or
perhaps merely good acting
to satisfy your own needs
am i that crazy?
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Where have you been all my life
smoking by a river side
getting high
spending the hours on your maac laptop
tweeting about how your family is just getting byw
Where have you been all my life
Trying to clean up the messes other have made
Making a path for your brothers or sisters to take
trying to achieve fame
Where have you been all my life
Looking up **** on internet sites
texting pictures to a girl you just met
hoping that the next one willl be the best
and you will finally have a chance to get rest
becuase nothing is fulling enough to keep you from waking up at night
hoping that was the last time
Where have i been all your life
i have been dieing
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Is Christmas a day, to lead someone astray? Could it be a day, to bow your head and pray?
Is Christmas a day, to spend time being selfish? Could it be a day, in fulling a person's wish?
Is Christmas a day, to to sit relaxed in your home? Could it be a day, to find someone all alone?
Is Christmas a day, to sit idly by? Could it be a day, to forgive those who made you cry?
Is Christmas a day, to show off all your gifts? Could it be a day, to give someone a lift?
Christmas is not all about you. It's about helping others, to see to their happiness too!
By, Sandra J. Nailing
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
The burden that you hold
Can eat you whole
And swallow your soul
For it is a bucket of negativity
and it's getting heavy
You lurk for that positivity
Like a ray of sun shinning through the darkness
But as you find as you get deeper into the dark
The light has disembarked
Now as you are caught in the bad words
Like idiot or fool
Maybe the only thing you can do
Or more like should do
Is forget those people
Forget the negativity they bring
Because your bucket of negativity is fulling to the brim
When the burden gets to heavy
It would leave you severed and broken down
Like a current pulling you underwater
Causing you to drown
Instead of positivity lifting you up like a king putting on his crown
You see that you give into negativity
The trumpets you see will make no sound
The positivity and negativity is all around
Might hurt to hold it but you will make it each round
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
My thought feed on my imagination, my imagination runs wild with thoughts fight eachother fulling the flames
Thoughts of red dripping from my wrist and me not being good enough...imagination fueling them with images of truths and lies that cut deep red thoughts.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC