"goobye" poems
Cant seem to close my eyes with the world on the other side. Banging on my eyelids like when hammer and nail collide. Keeping reality ever present in my marathon of a mind. Even when im dreaming i cant seem to press unwind. So i press another button, as my life continues to play. Wishing that the days i wasted could simply be replayed. Running while my life is in a state of full unrest, body condeming me to sleep under house arrest. Sleep finding adversity in the priorities i have set. Making deals with the sandman to pay off my sleeping debt. But every debt made with him is one i cant seem to pay. So ill break even with the reaper on my dying day. And ill push away the sleep, and ill push away the night. Tricking myself with coffee and work; my sleeping schedule ill rewrite. Ill catch those Z's again, by the comming of first light. When priority meets procrastination, and sleeping becomes a right. So necessary to life as to every breath we take, keeping the sandman at bay for momentary sake. But sleep becomes anxiety as hour by hour they pass. Woken up abruptly by the sound of the next class. So you shuffle along your path, with one goal in sight. Keeping up your strength so you can stay in the fight. One where the rounds dont expire, and the bell never sounds. Only thing keeping you up, is that which knocks you to the ground. So you admit defeat for now and you suffer all the blows. Patching up all your wounds and reaping what you sew. Hoping that tomorrow you can finally take a rest. And find some sleep and peace of mind in your life of pure unrest. So finish up your work and try to close your eyes. Because in those few moments of silence, you can kiss your worries goobye.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Sunset at my horizen and far to much regret apon me.
The story forever the same a jilted lover a midnight kiss.
Often ive tasted the wine to avoid the saltwater tears and a distant shores redemption.
Lights from the carnival tatterd dreams and the Jersey shore.
Far gone my thoughts hollow is the bottle burried in sand.
Why do we embrace the pain to only understand the stage traggic by design.
In eye's often reflected I recall you but never understood myself.
As children we yern for what seems a ghost hunt in a moments time.
Im still walking but no longer can I sense my return.
Footsteps burried in saltwater washed in a long vanished time.
It only takes a song to go back yet a foolish pride and a storm couldnt make him
turn to her.
Ive known many faces yet never understood one.
Take me to sunsets demise and a night skies birth.
Toast a broken soul and ******** logic for it's all I have to give for now.
The lights from afar seem no more distant than I.
the sunsets my canvas the waves crash my song.
Whispers of what never was pillow talk and tommorows thought.
All intentions often merge with the same long walk.
I understood nothing more clear .
Then when she uttred the words goodbye.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
From head to toe
you shiver and shake
at the violent winds.
Your bones start to ache.
These harsh winter days
are soon to pass by
as spring comes along
and paints a blue sky.
We sigh in relief
as robins set in.
The days start to warm
and snow becomes thin.
The sunshine awakes
and rabbits hop by,
telling all of their friends
to kiss winter goobye.
Buzzing bee's sing songs of
fresh blooming flowers
and spiders carve webs
to pass the long hours.
Ah! Yes, we love spring,
but winters still here
and as days pass along,
we have nothing to fear.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end.
black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the
after thought as faces that ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper.
Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh.
In warmth we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn?
Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear.
Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless
desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor.
A blizzrd outside seldom matches the fire within.
Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last.
Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross.
Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert.
Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb.
I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role.
Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often.
But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure from life's rear view.
A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass.
Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought.
A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone.
Maybe faces passed now can be given light.
through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page.
Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same.
To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point.
words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting.
I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all lost cause but
never you.
Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time.
The end till next time
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 2:12 PM UTC
Pills' partys the last seven years washed unclean.
Streets now empty past there prime and looking
to score.
Ive lived till the edge is dull.
I sit knowing theres nothing more.
Are we as ****** up as are parents befor?
The answers passed down are but secondhand
mistakes.
As the madess goes from funny to something altogather sad.
My eyes blind yet still able to see.
My own personal hell thoughts of a far off escape.
Hope is but sweet dellusion not ment for me.
When the flame is gone darkness signals the change.
fake words concern is but a vice carried to the lost soul.
To live in the circle is but to embrace a soft cage.
No life is a end at its false start.
A chord lost in time.
shadows I chase to there darkest end.
Laughter hides the so clearly seen.
Hate take's my passion as time take's my
story the final verse to share with none.
Im the ******* of a stranger I know well.
He reflects the prison for which I yern for this nights release.
Dying in seconds counting hours.
Killing the drug strangles my air.
A painter never shows his thoughts.
Just covers his canvas.
Tomorrow I will no longer see your failure.
As in days I will embrace the emptyness
you no longer control.
Vacant is the space windows and empty eyes.
The time 5:oo am strangers will take the story
rewrite my past.
Lie's are a freedom I no longer need.
Goobye's a return's promise.
I can no longer say.
Im exhuasted yet I know its best to fill
the page.
But that southern breeze will now be my home.
In sunsets i hope you see what never was.
Charm of a maniac the sense of a legend to never be.
Darkness I wish i had shared tears are the taste
of a talent that never was me.
the glass is empty.
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 1:43 AM UTC
It shakes hareder then anything you ever felt
It awakens the soul
When it happens you'll know
Losing all control
Becarful letting go
It will take do more then take control
Never letting you go
Youll want more
always wondering what it has in store
All it knows is gore
Takin more and more
Leaving nothing but a rotten core
It never gets bored
So cruel
You can try to lock the door
You can try to hide
It will never say goobye
Belive me I tried
This monster is eating me alive
As I die it strives
Eating everything in its sight
Praying it don't come tonight
If i make till the moring ill be alright
I havent slept in nights
I still see its face
Help.
But no one comes
I try to run
But the mirrors cant hide the monster
Not when its inside
Inside of me.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
ty czyń mi co polak polaku... a nie ten skórwosić bólo-błąg łamania oczy-dam mattce i reszte pśym-ganagu! ty z zapomnienia by teś powiedzi łamane goobye: ja ci kurwa krewnym? ja ci kurwa krewnym?! spirdalaj tam gdzie cie mongoł łaskocze czołem wyrytym ambicją modłu wersją w dywan; lachu'hu'ju! albo to, albo kurwa: Wieden.... ja nie tobie krewny! o! patsy! polska slachta sie obudza! chyba cas na: sejmik... tak, pospolicie mówie... bez akcentu: po wiejsku! czy tam szwinsku! krew we mnie zastygła: płynie jeno rtęć... ja sam putin kiedy wabie polskie media poza exodus w anglii, na swojskim gnoju.
słów wedle ognia ojca
na czyn ten
zapomnieć
wtargwienie...
skupą u dna..
bez dnia...
nie ty jeden ubity
oddechu martwy i
warty braku łzu:
krokiem kruka:
nie tyś ostatni wichrem na tylko:
by zaznać gnatom łomonym,
a wtór! kałczugą łamany, to co:
śmierdzi opałem, i piwniccą!
bodaj jutro, i chybył: rodzaj zza
kwestją powiat...
bo to ci gniew: bogiem zgra
rękąpis wątek bydła,
ku wnet liczidłem w słowo....
nadać iskr: szumu mieniem wiatr,
martwa skorupa oddechu da,
co o myśl wątku wyda tchłu: wakacyjna gwardia
czołem i kolanem w pacierz,
zbyt, nabity, i tym, wymuszony;
skragi: ostatek.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
At cross roads our love fell apart
The journey that took us here
Was filled with memorable moments
Moments that will forever be a part of us
The road we take from here
Leads us away from each other
It's distance and obstacles
Are completely unknown to us
At cross roads
Goodbye was never the easiest
Word to say
But here at cross roads
Our paths take a different direction
New moments and expériences
Await
At cross roads
Our love fell apart
Here ends the wonderful
memories we created
Here ends those long night chats
And never ending phone calls
Here we part ways to our new lives
At cross roads
We said goobye
But goodbye was never the easiest
Words to say
At cross roads
We part ways
To
One day meet again.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
It takes fourteen days
to build a habit, they say.
Old conversations still feel so warm,
they recall thirteen stories I long to hear,
the twelve laughters we used to share.
At 11:11, "i would like to be with you
every single moment,"
ten words in repeat, nine times in a minute.
You broke it on the 8th,
and tried to not meet my eye.
Seven steps have never seemed so far
until we had the sixth goobye.
Five sleepless nights,
they're too much
for these four lullabies to fight.
There's nowhere else to go but off.
In three,
two,
it only takes one brave move
to break a habit, I would say.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
and that hospital stench
in my nostrils is acute and sharp
in my senses and mostly in
my heart -- it sears the memory of "goobye"
"no, hello"
back into the front of my skull
across the backs of my eyes
and i feel it, too in
my chest/lungs/heart/stomach
i can’t tell, i’m much
too busy
bleeding
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
i saw a little robin on a christmas day
i sat there and watched him as he began to play
jumping branch to branch on my christmas tree
he was very happy a happy chap was he
singing out his song a lovely christmas tune
he filled my heart with gladness and i began to swoon
he jumped on my shoulder and snuggled in to me
very very loving as tender as can be
then he said goobye and gently flew away
i wont forget the robin i saw on christmas day.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
love can be deceiving love can also lie
it can lead you on then just say goobye
it can be so cruel it can leave despair
when the love you knew really wasnt there
break your heart in pieces shattered on the floor
love has walked away love is there no more
but we must carry on and find a love thats true
replace the love you had that you never really knew
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
i saw two little butterflies while walking out one day
with lots of lovely colors very bright and gay
like a flying rainbow flying in the sun
flying all around having so much fun.
then they did a dance as happy as can be
dancing both together they fill my heart with glee
showing of there colors as they danced away
such a lovely sight it really made my day.
then they flew away. waved and said goobye
underneath the sun in to the bright blue sky
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC