"hads" poems
Her mind was in Hawaii,
Dancing under waterfalls,
Wandering through rainforests,
Picking tropical flowers and
Braiding them into her hair,
Simmering on sandy beaches,
And gazing at the stars.
Her heart was in Normandy,
Eating crepes and sipping lattes,
Strolling through spring green fields
And along lazy river banks,
Kissing the walls of castles,
And scooping up scallop shells,
Soaking up French syllables.
Her hands were in her pockets,
High-fiving friends and
Running through her lover's hair,
Sewing, cooking, washing,
Punching, tearing, scratching,
Caressing and confessing,
Catching the very first drops of rain.
Her feet were on the streets of Seattle,
Tapping to the rhythm of the bass,
Shuffling in and out of the rain,
Dodging puddles and strangers,
Observing art and sculptures,
Chasing down a taxi or her dog,
and embracing the crisp autumn air.
Her lips were on the edge of a soda can,
Singing along to her favorite songs,
Whispering sweet nothings into the air,
Empowering the impoverished
And scorning the injustice,
Kissing a forehead, lips, and hads,
And stonecold silent as her mind does the work.
Her eyes were fighting back frosty tears,
Swallowing scarlet sunsets,
Painted in yesterday's make up,
Tracing your stoic silhouette,
Rolling like thunder before the storm,
Lapping up dizzying moonlight,
And buried in words, and words, and words.
Her body was in Los Angeles,
But, she was on a metanoia,
Breaking free of past and future
To find herself a presence
That would always be worth fighting for,
To reach sophrosyne, namaste,
And to put her frantic body to peace.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
Standing at the edge of mortality
is my work really done?
Looking over at the black abyss
what is one to think?
Time to find god
root for heaven
root for reincarnation
call for your mother
bring a flashlight
the black sack and that's a fact.
Standing at the edge of mortality
my hand over my brow
block the sun?
Too dark for that
Try to see better?
Too late for that.
The precipice stands waiting
and all those who once lived
forever gone
took that plunge.
Standing at the edge of mortality
waiting for the momentary mirror
reflecting backwards in time
highlight reels
lowlife deals
ecstatic moments
unwound in regrets
achievements
done and gone.
Standing at the edge
my children come to me
wondering what breath will be the last
too late for all regrets
all those
if only I hads
there is a tear for that
that's for sure.
If it could all be undone
to do again
what would one do?
These are the thoughts and feelings too
one finds
when standing at the edge of mortality.
But still here
another chance for us my dear
more work to do
on this side of
the edge of mortality.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
Love Hurts
we both skipped school
just to be together not as for fun but for love
we ran, we smiled ,we held hads and kissed but I could see the
sadness within her which she kept as a secret
but I never gave up for our love
I kept our time happy and fun.
The day after another
as we enjoy our time together,
we hold hands and kiss at the end, but
I see that she wants to tell me something but she
leaves with a tear she hides and not dears to tell
as if it might hurt me.
Then the sad days come,
she wont skip school with me any more
but I find out she is absent every few days with a boy
named Luke, she hardly speaks to me like I'm invisible
and when I lead her home she say no word and barges
through me without a kiss or even a goodbye.
The next day,
I walk and I walk thinking and thinking
was it me that upset her was it I
who hurt her feelings and........
there I see what's wrong she standing there in the hall holding
hands with the boy named Luke, was I dreaming,
did she spend the absent days with that young foul
I'm breathing hard, thinking to much, sweating with pain then
I stopped breathing by the pain of my heart
I fell to my dramatic death...
BY SID
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
Only Sometimes
•Sometimes I whine
When after all
I'm just drunk on alcohol
And In reality I didn't get to lick her
I didn't get to kiss her
I thought adding apple pucker
To my gin
Will pretend to be her lips
But it was only a sip
•Sometimes I whine
When it's time to unwind
And I spritz perfume in the air
And through the midst of it all I realized
That the scent didn't come from off of her skin
Sometimes I pout
When I remember the way in which she denounced
Leaving me to be without
I don't know how to withhold
When I'm alone
So sometimes my mouth tremble
When I have to settle
I don't want to, but
I'm trying to get better
And sometimes I'm a grouch
Excuse some of the things that blurt out of my mouth
It's hard being compatible to the last resort
Sometimes I beg
"Please come back to put a end to my dread"
I don't care if when I leave she feels mislead
Sometimes I'm sad
And to cover it up I brag
Manipulating my hads to haves anyone who know the whole truth
know that I'm a lie and a half
Not all the time I have a way to cope
Sometimes I can't try
Sometimes I just cry
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Alone on a train track who wouldn't drink,
to loosing memories we waste to think,
and spooning your soul into someone's face.
To learning Latin, and winning a race, to all those lost pauses and almost hads,
long ago crushes and wired creepy Dads.
To that screaming rage I had as a youth,
to getting lost and loosing you first tooth.
To all the landmarks that label our life,
to the ups and the downs, and my Aunt's wife.
Let me toast to all that lies in the sun, let me drink and whine until I am done,
let me make a spectacle of my fear,
as I call out for anyone to hear.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
Whispering hope and fate
I cried for help
Trapped in a maze of world
As the dark upon me
Begin to rise
Searching for a love
All have fade and dissapeard
With no left exept me
None of these people were a friends
I'm alone in this difficult world
That moment when you're come
Whispering comforting words
Cover my hands with a gentle warmth
I watch for a breaking of day
When the sun rises in beautiful light
Between the mountain I see
A hope for me
For my future and destiny
But it won't last for long
Now it's the time
When you have to go
Tears from my eyes
Falling as I watch the sunsets
But I know I have to wait
Till' the raises of the sun
I don' care anymore
Nothing can stop me this time
I grab yout hads and run
To excape down in to the sea
I know I'll drown
I know you'll be too
Once I doing this
I can' go back anymore
God, I know
We can't be separate
Even by the death
It's the time for us to leave
Even now we're not exist
Our soul will stay together
Forever
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Oh how mighty
Our sandcastles once were
But now in their place
Only lay lost tomorrows
And never-to-be-hads
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
Everything I touch turns dust
Maybe I ask for too much
Or maybe it's just that I deserve to be at loss.
In the end, it's always a lesson learned
Or a chance to gain more than I thought I could.
I might loose things
Or be blamed for letting them fade
But I have no room for regret
Or time for I wish I hads.
You can hold it against me
You can give me all your ***** looks
I promise to hold on to them
As a reminder that I'm better off.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
I get carried away sometimes
To a place I forsake one time
Rembering something alive
I ask myself how could it die?
I say that it's not my fault
Lies
Lies
I spread em to cover the fault
My
Demise
My veil won't cover the eyes
The drink won't smother the cries
I think of my love as a prize
But really though what is it worth
I really dont covet the hurt
And what does it mean to her?
And what does she think of me now?
And what does she think of me now?
Years to the back
No word back
I gave her my soul and she heard that
I've come to collect the return, stat
Or maybe I'm yearning to turn back
Or maybe I'm burning the whole act
Shake spears till I **** up the whole pact
The poetry can't bring a thing back
I'm over the camping on been-hads
It's what I tell myself when I'm this sad
I'm a shell of myself and
Why would she bother
No mother no father
I grew up alone but I guess I'll go farther
Distance yourself from the trauma
No one around me, that is my armour
I am alone but that is my karma
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
k a watson 2 days ago
The bell jingles
The door opens
The little figure hunched over
A parchement long forgotten
In time and space
My hads skim the volumes
My nose inhales the fragrance
Emotion over comes my being
I begin to run
Down the isles and up the stairs
Grabbing beautiful lights at random
Laughter bubbles from inside as I dance
Among the tall shelves that hold precious life
It is over too soon
My father calls to me
He tells me to pick only one
My happiness evaporates
How could I just choose one?
We soon leave
I empty handed
And his arms filled with knowledge
But I would return
I would return many a times
To relive that memory
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Cotton aromas,
Become a cloister
That shifts into
Lavender conundrums--
And the field you see
'Winces'
As it caters-to-corpses
All lumpy; fractured
With reds so dry
From hues of 'once been' and ' Never hads'
I'd been beyond an abyss; darker
Than demons piled up
'Peeping'
Senseless death.
As the chronosphere
Parades.
I see treacle as bones
And razors for
Bandages.
I grew tasteless here
Where cutting couldn't
Help-
Dandelion daisy chain odours
Leave my veins-
And somehow they'd stolen moments
--Moments I never even knew I'd lost.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
a story with a beginning so
ordinary
unintentional
insignificant
we weren't lucky enough to be written a worthy end
i wish we had something to blame for what is missing
immortality
infinity
forever
but we have always taken the road less traveled
compiling to an unfinished tale violently bursting with
but-what-ifs
i-wish-i-hads
maybe-somedays
i will recite the idea of you until your finger prints vanish from my brain
you read me everything yet left me begging in vain for
explanations
truths
insights
i wonder what beauty we could have created
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
droplets raked the dirt
pouring
pounding the sleep from our eyes
the kind that Netflix and Hollywood send to sets
where the ground is scorched
where we mourn the hads and thens
the eds and the whens
and we dance in the puddles
and the creeks
and wish for sunnier days
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC