"hiddens" poems
if i seem strange forgive me
it's just that i sometimes know
the littlest secrets of the hiddens
and of magic
and blood
that hides in flowers
but at
night comes out like a song
and is fair and ugly but not mean
and has the body of the nicest girl
that you would want to kiss
but will never let you
because even though she's not
mean
but nice
instead, but she'll never let you
kiss her because she's coy
with cherry red lipstick and
a smart haircut
so
please forgive me if i seem
a bit strange because really
i'm sorry
if it bothers you
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
*No one wants a troubled girl
Cause All she knows is trouble girl*
So we're toss out with the trash
Scratch that
We are the trash
We are the girls that society puts on blast
Cause no one wants a girl with a past
No one wants a girl with baggage
We're told to pack it up and put it in the cellar
Or basement, or attic, Or whatever
No one really cares where we put it as long as we don't bring it to the next house
As long as it remains hiddens from our next spouse
We're suppose to
Hide our scars and patch our wounds
Lose weight, stay well groomed
Nip it tuck it, have good hair
Flaws and baggage remain over there
Back straight, heads up
Smile big, Lips plumped
And mostly, overAll
Cause this could be our one big flaw
We're suppose to
Keep past pain, emotions and drama in
Cause we don't want to lose our men
Pretend like nothing is wrong, stay strong
Take a shot, ride it out
Cry alone
Huh? Nothings wrong
Cause
*No one wants a troubled girl
All she knows is trouble girl*
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
Blood is our poetry
Soul is our music
Hearts has our passion
Minds are our guides
From the shadows, the Hiddens Ones lurk
Transient life that make a cause immortal
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
We’re down at the tower
Waiting for our share
Of the precious liquid, there is none of which to spare
Thirsty, hungry people
Waiting for their crop
Which always shrivels at the stock,
They know they cannot stop
Waiting for rains to come
I swear that we are cursed
The water just goes down the drain,
But still the people thirst
Wars of land and power
That the sheriff cannot cease
The townsfolk are hungry,
They are hungry for peace
The government’s long gone
And yet we have to stay
She has us in her iron grasp
She won’t let us get away
Hiddens lies
Her perfect crime
Bitter bitter beauty
Something wrong
The siren’s song
Melody of promise
We come here to the tower,
And the fields most every day
To get our share of water
Giving life, that is her pay
She hold our lives on strings
Suffocating power
She is our lord for she’s the one
Who controls our water
But our lady’s ****** tactics
spill more blood than can become
The rivers can’t run red when there’s no water left to run
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC