"gawkin" poems
What you know about me?
**Who do you
think I am?**
Realize I'm on a mission-
everything's part
of the plan.
Even
how I breathe,
all these hurdles
I jump with
ease.
Attitude is on that freeze,
if you something
I don't need-
cut you off
with no "please"
Everybody gawkin'
at me.
So
watch how I do this,
like a 1, 2, 3
You countin' all ya wishes,
you a fake emcee.
Just cause you wishin'
don't mean you
make moves like me.
Cause I had the vision
**NOW THIS **** IS ALL I SEE**
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Eóghan,
Hail, o pasture o' yers
'ere mo chrói,as red as fire
Yer lovers walkin down the road o' me lonely town...
With wheat yer fields sown
Eóghan,
Drunk,i danced,sang the ol' song o' ancient rovers
Calling yer name like blatherin' sober
O brother me sweet fag,me ol' stout,nothin' reefin me like this longing fer ye
Drunk,i,slappers snoggin' me
Eóghan,
Me boyo o' Cill Channaigh....
'up the yard' they told us,so ****** wrecked o' this life
Me mate ye,yonks ye been gone,
I still can see yer new basser o son....
Mate,
On the greens walkin' ye gawkin' at the stars freely
Yer grand shoes stompin' heavily
Mo cara,mo chrói,missin' ye like a ****** rover to his ol town
Yer green eyes,a pint o' stout,dancin' mateys,waitin for dawn.
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 10:11 PM UTC
We are, but stories - walking and talkin,
each one unique, each one gawkin,
Stories unheard and unseen,
waiting to be heard and waiting to be seen.
Saurabh.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Today is one of those dayz
Where I don't feel like talking.
My head is down.
I'm dragging my feet while I'm walking.
They talk to me and all I hear is blah blah blah
****** gawkin like Charlie's parents on the phone.
Today my mind's gear box is stuck in overdrive.
And I just want to be left alone.
Blunts and alcohol to the dome
Rarely help me figure out what's going on.
I just need my thoughts to rise to the surface like foam.
I just want to go home and sift through my issues like a comb.
To rid myself of the thoughts that has never left me alone.
Today is one of those days
Where I don't want to think.
I thought about having a drink
but that will only lead me to bottom of a bottle.
Where my soul becomes pruned and I began to sink.
You see, the way my mind works
I travel to and from my past to decipher my future.
I can't quite say it works because my choices have always lead me being hurt.
Somewhere in my journeys I've lost a part of me. Forever buried in the dirt.
What I see on my quests
is that the music never left.
Always and forever
it compliments the beat up in my chest.
Like a drink with my cigarette
It has made life far from intricate.
A lot of my time goes toward thinking what have I lost and what I need to insert into my troubled mind but today I don't want to think. It hurts too much.
Today, is just one of those dayz.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC