"hurd" poems
Is
Am
I?
Such wrong words but words can words express what I deserve?
What I heard is echoes of my own voice in a Hurd full of nerves that want to be released out of my words...
First I...well secondly....no no this will prolly be the third, where I'm fulling and filling in the feelings of a per-son.
Seeing you leave is like wind threw a hot day. Does that make sense? Cause you come and blow but I need sense cause this is not it.
Wait
Stop
Hold on! As I've become a puzzle piece to the forgotten
And I'm fine with it
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:38 AM UTC
An Old Loner...
Let anger replace the yoke of an egg,
Chicks born in turmoil, soon left, to beg;
Shell is damaged with just one evil peck,
The Cuckoo landed,on different deck.
She placed evil eye on this christmas bird,
Made sure it kept him, away from the hurd.
He's the loner, emotional recluse,
The outward bounder, who discovered the truth.
Floundered on falsification and lies
All he needed was truth to devise,
A cup full of natural happy stings
That gifts the hope that church bells still ring.
Bay fronted windows, a mirror on life
Remembers that smile, the last from his wife.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
A white herd of buffalo--
angelic ancestors manifest--
galloping in silence
as they cross the Vast.
And here I lay small
in the cooling wake of their shadows
that caress and whisper to me
just as they do the gentle hill beneath
me, and her sisters,
covered in velvet pastures
of gold, of green, of grey, of blue.
And here I lay down
like the animal defiantly far
from his hurd. I'm abandoned
from the blistering heat
and coarse unholy asphalt.
There is a peace in feeling small--
in feeling alone--
and my mind drifts along
with the shadows all around me.
My hair takes up life and plays
like children with the grasses in the wind.
I stare beyond the eagle's cry
where the noble ones above have
become purple from carrying
with them for miles and miles
Hope, pouring clear and wet, and
Grace, flashing a pure stream of light.
And with the first call of thunder
I stand.
With my bones aching with anticipation,
my fingers reaching for the connection,
I stand.
Alive and made plain.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
I know sometimes you feel like giving up. Every new day there’s seems to be no change in your life. All the troubles of your heart and worries keep on worsening! You wonder why everything is happening to you. You keep on asking yourself why you’re not lucky like other people. You keep on praying to God but so far He hasn’t answered your prayers. Now you have started losing hope. You now think that maybe you were meant to be like that or maybe somebody cursed you. But I tell you what my friend? You weren’t meant to be like that and you weren’t cursed. God is silent but He watches you day and night. He listens to your prayers and He has something special for you. Just stay strong, focused, and hardworking and keep praying to God. Bear it in your minds that you’re not alone in that hard situation, we are all in the same boat. So don’t give up my dear friend. Your time is coming soon.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
is there any road to follow is there any way of survival for my own hope. where do i turn to if i mean no trouble. theres no hiding cause every one knowes my life like a bood with chapere books. all i can do is turn my silence in to violence. theres only fear where i cant hid behind the sound to hide my stolen omen.
where do i wait for you to show? i ponder on what will happen to me is the danger screams out of the shadows. what is real my dreams that turn into dark!
i can keep running from all the lifes evils of temptation do i follow or not. what s this life
life or death. some one stole my own demons. how long do i have to keep going when i just gett weaker and weaker as time goes i lie to my self like every thing is all right when im slowly drowning out of the light.
my hands arnt stong enouht to hold my silence. holding on for dear life my hands start to slips as i plumit to my death. seeing my own refection that is only evil that takes no risks.
when i touched the mioir i went in to another world seeing whay ly life is like for every white lie that leaves scares.
i slip way from the light with some ones othere hands pull me away soying dont go eve if you chose. we are hear to fight for what neddds to be changed.
letting go of my souls as it puours out of my breath.
our world is full of dangers that linger every corner but i kep slipping from the light cause i ont have any thing to hide be hind my sound so i dont break
what am i
what will i be
how will i survive
what do i need
love
free of fear
how long do i have to keep running
my sound is now where to be hurd
the cold weather bites
my anxiety grows
with what limits
idk who the real me is
cause looking in the water seeing what you look like
what would be left
if i went missing
what would you do
do i really know who the real me is
cause i dont have any thing to hide be hind the car radio no sound my silnenc turnes in to violence
(MY SILENCE TURNS IN TO VIOLENCE) when i dont have a place to hid
drowing my life with music has saved the pain way from all my (ANGER&HATE;)
all i can see when i sleep is this world dyeing with ******* hatred and small war
i dont have any thing to hid be hind to stay safe
(MY ANGER%HATE) becomes dangerous making me snap and go psychoticly crazy
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC