"heavey" poems
For you, my love
I went to a bird market
And I bought a bird
For you
My love
I went to a flower market
And I bought a flower
For you
My love
I went to a junk market
And I bought a chain
A heavey chain
For you
My love
And I went to a slave market
And I searched for you
But I couldn't find you anywhere
My love
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Stupid Detective!
Mixing up the evidence
Loony Detective!
Helping the culprit
with bad conclusions
and your overall confusion
Bad detective!
your senses are defective
it shows!
it shows!
At the crime scene
the vanilla ice creme
was fine
and yellow like a dandelion
though ****** had taken place
a stupid detective
a messed up place
could you please just buck up
and find a trace
Lame Detective!
You are the one to blame
you put Watson to shame
Shameful detective!
respect this
the law
the civilians
and all their fears
Blank minded detective!
Heavey minded detective!
Blinded detective!
falling to sleep
like all the other sheeps
At the crime scene
the vanilla ice creme
was fine
and yellow like a dandelion
though ****** had taken place
a stupid detective
a messed up place
could you please just buck up
and find a trace
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
*(Blackened tissue beside debris of bleachd cocktail
Power pundit in cubicle
A ship in shadow-pieces passing by, unnoticed*
smoking water.. now costs getting kickd out ur xafe
Your blood lies in a high-account and all the stampz areMelting
Crawling in a desert, accusations shave the top off my black land
Did failing the test lead to a power-packed punch in strands
No time for treagedies clogging up the freeway
Twenty watts up the waterfall and your ride is here
Befits a ceremonial decapping
Catch ur vogue latte on the way out
Come aboard by jet and then expect a red carpet, soaked dry from the spoils of erstwehile-smugglers
Let em bleed green notes till the moths all come round the flame
Wait for it… the flame grows hugher… and int it all…………poof!
That was easy.
Don’t chuckle out loud when expletives slidie down your back
Like champagne off the shoulder of your ne-xt planet’s ride
Duck in time cos the butters hard and the toast is dry
Four friends over six decades carry grudges heavey enough to pump oil to lakes
And the unexpected happens.. the one they didn’t watch, wwent missing
All eyes on the little one.. no, you didn’t catch them all.
You became immunes to the skills you advert-tarted and sqeueamish set in
you didn’t know casn host violence in a putrid-robe?
One finger pointing out, makes at least three in.. to the pointer
How can one planet swallow so wide a dichotomy in plasticky degrees?
It’s too wide this time to make that jump – we will ingest what weve been giving all along
And some end up well-funded while others simply dwell.. as frogs in a well.
sun can climb in sometimes, but for half an hour
their fingers are small for the mine, keep small the issue
don’t cry when it rains in expectorata
I think frogs can swim.
*when do I ever learn that..
I am simply a frog in a well
near craxks )*
21feb
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
Consistency is thinning with the sun
Our minds crawl-
Yet race on overdrive inside our homes and out in the damp streets.
Simple static,
A mental block of conscious
spread by word of mouth from one disaster to the ****** birth of another.
Another bag of bones,
Clanking over our shoulders-
With heavey arms to bare with
Another gust of wind full of ashes and crowds all dressed in black with their throats in knots.
The words inside our mouths burn as they leave
There is a kid with a guitar on the outskirts of it all.
Watching in as the faces drain from the bodies in the streets.
So he began to sing.
He sang about shades of grey
He sang about the spaces in between
And he sang about the heart that’s been thrown among one person’s beliefs to another’s lack of.
He strummed until the sky turned a shade of blue which resembled his mothers eyes on the night he learned what strength and will was.
As the wind hushed,
The crowd began a melancholy motion,
with their backs turned to all that was
Some with new sight and others in disbelieving disgust.
But one thing held constant-
though time had been tampered and irreversibly changed
They all hurt the same
Each mind had been scrambled like eggs
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
In my family
If your lungs don't **** you,
Your heart will.
My lungs don't work
To full capacity,
And my breathings heavey.
But my heart is clenched
Within a fist, crushed and twisted,
Only getting every other hit.
My lungs can't breathe,
And my hearts been abused -
Question is which will **** me first?
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
This is my ode to you
Lover of life
Giver of joy
Your waters cascade from the mighty heights
Your power descends from above
Your like an ocean
constant
Ever on the move
Ever flowing
My song to you
Is my song of you
Your beauty
Your grace
Your smile
Your world the one you have created
That I so long to be apart of
That I will never be apart of
My eyes swell with tears
My lungs clench with grief
Suddenly Its hard to breathe
The weight of an eternity without you
Hangs heavey on my shoulders
Like millstones around my neck
It drags me to the depths
Taking me down
Deeper than I could have ever deemed possible
Will I ever you see you again?
And so I sit on the shores of this vast expanse
This host of water
This wasteland of sea
I sit here and I think of you
I think of the days we spent
The day in the park
The day in the mountains
The day in the hills
The day at the lake
I sit here and I think of all those times
And in a way I feel as if I am robbing eternity of its captive
I am freeing my mind to the wonder that once was mine.
I close my eyes and I think of you
I breathe life into dry bones
Bring back the love I once had.
And this my ode to you my long lost love
Your beauty will always be in my memory
Your smile never forgotten
Ode to you my long lost love
This is the song I sing for you.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
inhale curiosity.
exhale amusement.
A roll of fantasy.
A Tragic chapter sprouting..
Inhale stress.
exhale relief.
A puff of heaven !
drowning in the tar of ecstacy !
connecting my life support on you.
inhale frustration.
exhale happiness.
A puff of goodness !
Flying on clouds of smoke !
connecting my life support on you !
inhale temptation.
exhale pleasure.
a sense of anxiety in your absense.
fooled by a desire.
connected my life support on you !
light on my fingers.
so good on the lips.
breath of pleasure.
connected my life support on you !
heavey heart, tight lungs.
dizzy head, weary eyes.
explosion of thoughts.
Calmness only comes with you !
Can't function without you !
GASPING FOR SMOKE !
ITCHING WITH DESIRE !
SURVIVING ON PUFFS !
A SMOKER I AM!
SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH!
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
if i could wipe away..the tears from my eyes
i can give it another try
i can work the clasp...to be free at last
not the type of clasp i am acustom to
on a fine gold chain around my wrist
but one of heavey iron
the one that has me chained to this cold cement floor
oh the blood...the swelling..where am i..?
why am i here..?
the pain in my wrist..is unbearable
how long....how long (crying)
(screaming now)..help me..somebody please...
i know this smell
i know it well
musty...damp
i must be in a basement...
i am not perfect in any way...but why..?
i have never hurt anyone..
help...me......
all i can hear is the blood...rushing
my ears throbbing
i can not free my self...
why is this happening to me
what morbid son of a ***** could he be
i can't remember anything...i don't know my name
please..........(crying)
it's so dark...a sliver of light
seems like night
possibly coming from what was once a window
blackened long ago
the harder i try to free myself
the worse the pain is...
(scream)......what..?
why am i shaking so bad....what
oh my god i can see
mom...
what happen..?
i think you were having a dream....
your bracelet is caught on the nightstand..drawer handle
are you ok honey.....
no i'm not...i was somewhere i have never been
and will never....ever wear jewlery to bed..
again.......
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
Rain drops
some little,some large,
Penetrate my skin,
as i stand here waiting,
Waiting for you.
Drenched in thoughts,
Soaked in lust,
Riddled and dazed i stand.
My bones shivering from the rain, yet
A small flame in my heart keeping me warm.
who is it, lighting this fire ?
Who are you?
where are you ?
Why do i miss you?
I'm standing here waiting for you.
Wind and water crashing into my face,
Can barely open my eyes.
electricity passing through my veins ,
a shock straight to my head...
I shiver, i blow,
As i stand here waiting for you.....
Saoked and heavey clothed !!!
Broken and heavey hearted i stand,
waiting patiently for you to arrive.
Is it love or is it lust ?
Whatever it is, It is true that i want you !!!
Come fill my space and complete me.
It is you that i seek,
You and only you!!!!!!!
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
i have these feelings when every one around you is trying to hard. but how can you say thank you when you just want to cry your eyes out. how do you say thank your when its to lat and your tears lready start to fall. that heavey hollow feeling deep inside just makes you cry more&more.; how do u even know what to say? people do things out of kindness. but how do feel when you just are vary hop full and charresing what you have recived.but if you cry its not bad but it shows what i kind hearted you are.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
almost full moon earlier
lighting the earth
bright soft light
scattering everywhere
so cold that the wooden boards
comprising the deck
crack and snap at each
foot step
merely soxed ones at that
no heavey shoes
waking after several hours
go by
walking out with hot water
in white china cup
boards snap and
their winter song flies out
hating to return to the warmth
of the bed
would rather be out
under the moon
the moon i've missed,
missed so much
the rhythm of the seasons
bears me not in mind
natural changes since
the beginning of time
but wait for me dear moon?
i didn't mean to be away so long,
and now i don't mean to sleep
inside
away from your charm
beautiful moon
beams down,
silly little one
you can't stop the
eternal march
of this imagined time
tears do no good
resigned
to the deep deep
wisdom of this moon
i sit patiently
when i do sit
patiently
under the light,
the subtle rays
of her monthly
delight
a lone star is visible
this last of nocturnal
checks
morning rushes
closer with her
impending light
clouds cover the heavens
it won't be so bright
when the moon and her light
slip away with this waning
night.
it is said
it is predicted
a blizzard on her way
to cast all astray
dear moon
you and i
will sit
and wait
to find out
exactly what form
this storm shall take!
i love you dear moon
my bestest of companions
but for my beloved puppyhead
well....
you two for sure
but, well, then again
there was Pd
we all love you dear moon
you regulate our ******
those of us with ******
and regulate our charms
always
eternally
in harmony
with you
whether we know it
or not!
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 5:43 AM UTC
The morning hangs heavey for one
whom ware the crown last night.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
the darkness begains to spread like sickness i have never wanted to see. people turning in to savage animals when the riots begain fire breaks out so dose blood shed. the one peace full small sleepy town has became the place where you cant hide anywhere. the ones who are traped is me ad my life. this madness grows bigger and bigger. swat teams start to come from every direction hellicopters heavey armered vhicles even tanks. what was once a place for peace has broken out in to blood shed with no escape. all you hear is guns and screaming all around. me and tho oness who have hidden deep in the shadows of the buildings just watch as the anger spreads. who even knowes if any of your parents have even survived. what was once started cant be stop'd by force alone. no matter what shows is only blood pools lining the street. only 2 nights there were no blood shed but just watching threw your hide aways you just see the people who was taken to violence ending something so corrupt that it will only take the ons who follow in the shadows to take down the danger of threat. what was once a simple sleepy place now is complete ruins. theres no place safe to step out in to the light exept for us to follow the plan to fight with no violence but psychological taking down each part slowly. even if it means if e grow anger? but thats how the sickness spreads slowly turning people in to vishious animals. what me and my friends who hid in shadows the image is to grusim ****** dead bodies lay all around .
this sickness spreads when you turn anger in anger corrupts and the darkness begains to take its place in its down fall. th only darkness in me is when i dont know what to do expet turn evil in for revenge
the darkness turned in to and epidemic taing my nerves. i may be a show creature but i know when darkness corrupys and spreads like a wild fire
such as riots bring out violence!
what was once a small place has been destroyed by a corrupt rummer.
DARKNESS IS THE IGNITION ANGER IS THE BACE AND U JUST HAVE TO LIGHT IT TO SPREAD IN TO CORRUPY BLOOD SHED WHERE NO ONE SURVIVES!!!!!
only the ones who escapt and working to take down the spread to make peace again
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
My mind is broke my heart screams with tears in can't cry out. My regrets follow me pouring nothing but a dreary rain cloud pouring Frigid rain soaking me down to the bone till I go insain. I wish I could of told you inside I'm slowly wasting away just like a graveyard filled with rotting rusty machines.
I wish I could of told my mom is really needed her when I had the darkest days where I felt like I was suffocating.
Every ******* ******* thing I nevery told or should of said enstead of holding and hiding my life mistakes.
My every wound seems to fall deeper and my heart feels so heavey with all my battles I problem killed to breath.
My regrets just keeps me from stopping I rather run.
My 25 regret it wish I was able to keep strong but I feel like I rather not necessarily there for my famly.
Butmy biggest regret is my fear of losing my mom or dad in the night if they pass away threw there sleep I'll let be broken sending me to pack a back and leave my fear is I'm bipolar and I'm scared or losing them. My every word doesn't seem to matter only my creative thoughts do.
I am filled with wounds scares all from my every single regret that is like the darkness or the smoke from cigarettes.
I am broken to the point I'm unfixable.
So I just drag myself and long taking blow by blow making me weaker ad time goes on .
I know you have to tell your life stories bit shut the **** up if you see or I tell you my life story you'll problem drown your self in your own tears if you look at me you'll not bear able to but stair so don't tell Meveryone our bull **** story look at my broken mind body tell me if you can fix the years of the he'll that consumed me killing me hashing my voice where I couldn't scream or breath I was traded into ****** silent only that funny side I was torched till my lungs burned with hate
So don't tell my your Bulls **** life stories just look at me and try not to drown your self in your tears just listen and know I'm note strong enough to to be fixed
My biggest regret is I'm scared to lose my mom and dad I don't know if my last Batley ids strong enough to hold I might just shut down and fall apart
I am broken and unfortunately unfixable
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
I Don't Know How To Get To You
I spent whole Day in My Room
Spare Me, Lady Day
I can't seem to Kick out The Blues
My Heart Feels So Heavey
Solwely Sinking
in The Depths Of Gloom
I wanna Write Long Love Letter
With Blood Pouring Out My Wrists
I feel So sad, Lonely and Everything
Is Nothing with Twist
I'm seeing Faces
coming Out of the walls
Joker Is Smiling On the Cross
I think I Lost My Mind
The Day that I Iost You
whatever They Told Me Came True
I don't how to get out my head
Nights & Knives Go Hand in Hand
It was Bittersweet
I wept All This week
You were The Egg
That I couldn't keep
I Dropped you like A Tear
Eden Eye turned A Blind Eye
Seeing you Drown In your own Blood
For I was To Blame
For This Cruel Frame
it was too late
We were already there
Beyond The Valley of The Dolls
Is The Valley of The Dead
She Calmly Spoke To my ear
Do You Love Me The Same way
That I Love You?
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
As I lay on my bed I feared the blankets would suffocate me. I swallowed hard and the saliva almost choked me. My nostrils burnt as I laboured to breath, the chest like an IUD about to explored in heavey breath. I gasp, opened my mouth, as dry a bones of chelbi. My hands fell beside me, my eyes pooped out of their socket, blood shot.
Dread fell on me like the morning dew, hard unexpected and thoroughly cold. My ears heard dins, silent sounds of death.
I knew it was back, having taken its last harvest, it roamed around as it looked through its list. A cold sweat broke out a silent grunt heard, a scuffle in a meadow, and a body drop as the grim, collect its latest prize.
Morning was greeted with mourning as a son of the soil, hit down and ate the dust.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Under me the weight pushes upwards
Contesting all emotion inside my eyes
Looking outward I bare and grit
Loosing balance I tumble and spin
Unparalleled by any past trauma
I craft a future I do not own
Conceding to fate I hold my heart
A heavey burden smoldering slow
A constant thread pulling away
Piling up into a tattered mess
Shattered glass broken once again
Swept up and tossed aside
Sitting idle thoughts asunder
Grazing for a smile a feeling missed
Anxious waiting a hard task indulged
Forever knowing nothing at all
A. Emmi
02/15/18
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC