"immediatly" poems
It is ******** when a child is being abused everday for no reason other then there born. If you dont want children. Heres 2 ideas dont have *** or if u do use a ****** and birth control or adoption. It is no fare to a child being abused for there parents lack of protection or chioces. That child has a right to live a good life. The child will do anything for one person to touch them in a postitive way. To feel loved cared for and nertuerd the way all children are suppose to be treated. There is a difference between spanking and abusing your child. 1 you dont leave marks. 2 You do it out of love not hate. 3 You tell them you love them after you spank them. "You dont cuss or tell your child you are a **** of **** go to hell I wish you were never born you are a mistake" you dont abuse your child its wrong and illegal when you do abuse your child and say those things they believe you because they dont know who else to believe other then there parents. They already wish they werent born when you abuse your child. They want out of the abuse but they dont know how so they stay. So when they grow up they either commit suicside become alcoholics, drug addicts or become abusive to there child or children. It is ******** that people adults watch this and let it happen. Even if you are not sure ask the child. The child might want to tell you but cant. The child will tell you because no child wants to be abused no child. If they dont get the help they need they will struggle there whole lifes over there abuse. Tell someone immediatley so they can get the help they need immediatly before its to late. Some even die for there parents the parents will stab them shoot them or beat them to death. Then when you did know about that child being abused you will feel guilty for not going to anyone about that child. So STOP CHILD ABUSE before its to late. Stop them from bringing abuse into there family. They may abuse there children because they were never taught how to disapline there child right. So the adult that abused when younger will " disapline" there child or children the way they were taught by abusing them. Its not right to let this go on not only is it not right but its sick to let it go on. STOP CHILD ABUSE now by telling someone if you know someone is being abused or even if u have a slight idea. Stop them from beong a concrete angel. Another peace ofstone on the ground.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
I have a flower, in a vase, sitting on my window sill
There are no other flowers on my window sill
Just a rose.
This rose is special,
It hasn't died since I picked it.
The life of this rose depends on me.
No other flowers can exist on my window sill,
No other flowers can fit in the vase.
Just that flower, in that vase, on my window sill.
Walking through a garden, I see another flower.
Better than the rose in some ways,
but not in others.
This flower is a lily.
My heart immediatly begins to tear in two.
So now I face a dilema.
Pick the lily, or let it die.
Keep the rose, or let it die.
Either way, one must die.
And I am stuck between two beauties.
I need a flower, in a vase, on my window sill.
So I delve deep.
I think broadly.
I remember something.
My favorite flower is an orchid.
I have a feeling my orchid is in a distant garden,
waiting to be picked --
by me.
This orchid will be
My flower, in my vase, on my window sill.
And so I can live with the outcome of the lily
or the rose
And I just hope they don't die
that someone else's favorite flower
is a lily
or a rose.
Because I know that something is going to happen
that will bring me closer to my favorite flower.
So I must be patient.
And just wait for
My perfect flower, in my perfect vase, on my window sill
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 2:08 PM UTC
I am a scenery
to be looked at from afar
when you're on a balcony looking out to new york
your eyes immediatly go to the buldings with the pretty lights
not even thinking about whats within them
and you're last glance is to the darkest spots
but if you looked at them closer you'd realize they count the most
**and no matter how far to the edge you will be
you'll never be close enough to really look at me**
you will never see the inside of my buildings
nor walk the dark spots in the depths of my mind
there was a time when i could call myself beautiful
*just look at all the pretty lights
the billboard saying "be who you wanna be"
but even if you're at the edge of your seats
you'll never get close enough to a scenery*
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
I crushed my heart against a blank page.
And I watched as the bare white of the page disappeared
behind the thick layer of maroon I smeared.
I composed a symphony
that consisted of every sound that had ever resurrected a grim memory.
I sought solace in pain, it was the only constant I had ever known.
I had intended to perform this song for her.
I had hoped that she would find comfort in my pain
the way I found comfort in her rapid heart beat.
So I silently chanted what I had prepared while neatly folding the sheet.
I am sure every fold is symmetrical, just before stuffing it into my pocket.
Our eyes met and my insides collapsed as she stared into me.
I fumbled to grasp my confessions.
But once I held the creased sheet before her, stabbing me with silence
she swiftly made her way to a desk and burrowed her head in her arms.
Immediatly after lifting her head she began to scribble furiously.
Her pen bled onto the paper
and
I watched her mind melt onto the page.
How effortless I thought.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
As I lay in my bed in this dark room,
the silence is wide awake , my mind too.
My thoughts immediatly go to you,
every moment of the day until my eyes grow so heavy
and my body is at full peace.
But still you are there in the back of my mind.
You are just like a piece from heaven,
so beautiful and unreal,
but your kisses taste like desire and trust.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
I said a plane ticket from me to you
wouldn't cost too much.
You asked me about another ticket,
"how much would one cost to your heart?"
I knew immediatly right then and there
you didn't just have a ticket,
you had the deed,
unlimited access to my love.
Now I have to be honest with myself,
do you actually have such a hold?
I'm thinking about this long and hard.
Of course! To you, my heart is sold.
So now I sit here waiting
for the time he can claim what is his.
My heart will forever be waiting
for that one, life changing kiss.
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 5:13 PM UTC
I Used to be an artist,
a painter that could only portray beauty.
I hung my paintings from the walls of my dreams,
for it was the only place I could find inspiration.
Canvases covered in the finest of oils,
depicted scenes of love at its best.
I once created a man and a woman,
overlooking the ocean from the top of a cliff.
From there they could see the rest of their lives,
and every wave outward was promising.
But in the way of their future,
was a wall of brown, jagged rock.
These waves that held their goals and ambitions,
were reaching their peaks and crashing upon the wall.
Although the risk was evident,
the man held the woman by the waist,
as she was around his neck.
I was enfatuated with my own creation.
Lost in the skin where my colorful thoughts lay.
When I broke free of the lucidity of my dream,
my attention was brought to the floor.
Here laid scattered sketches of the false beauty.
I reached down for one that caught my eye,
but was immediatly induced with fear.
The sketch was in black and white,
and it appeared to duplicate my painting.
It was of a man and a woman,
the same as the oil on the canvas.
But the woman had fallen off the cliff,
with what seemed to be a hole where her heart should be.
And the man was walking in the opposite,
with a still beating heart in his back pocket.
The paper slipped from my lifeless grip as I stood from my seat,
only to realize I had been sitting in blood.
I fled towards the door in search of light.
Little did I know that it was nowhere in sight.
The door flung ajar and my senses captured the salty sea breeze,
and my eyes were transfixed on the ocean.
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
Today I decided to be happy
So I woke up immediatly after my alarm clock went of,
wore my yellow polka dot dress,
made funny faces in the mirror while brushing my teeth,
ate breakfast untill my bely was full,
tried to smile at every stranger
and hummed along to my favourite song.
But it didn't work
for I was not happy in my soul.
It was still there, in the back of my mind,
how you kissed her
as if you were drowning and she was the oxygen.
I will never get to lose that sight.
l.h.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
I woke up,
at 1 am,
my mind,
immediatly plagued,
chaotic thoughts came to play,
deppresing ones also festered,
what can I say?
a troubled thought,
for a troubled guy,
how do I endure,
these consistent nights of woe?
At 1 am,
I think of you,
and suddenly,
the thoughts vanished,
with your stare,
and with your laugh,
my mind,
found peace.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
I remember the first time
I layed eyes on you
The cracks on your body
Were right there
It was like you wanted
Me to see them
On some level
I saw nothing in your eyes
And I was immediatly drawn to you
Yet I saw no indication
That you felt it too
It was never in your eyes
But it must've been somewhere
Since I heard the exchange
"Did you know she was here"
"no man!"
My heart leaped
But then I saw more than
I could handle
Couldn't get that stupid smirk
Off my face for a week
Couldn't approach you
Any other way
Than the way I did...
But then I was drawn in to a pit
And seemingly you put it there
That's what it looked like:
A trap
A trap for humiliation
And shame.
But in hindsight
It all looks like a big accident.
And I guess I don't blame you now.
Just wish I could read your mind.
Just wish I could leave it behind.
And I do assume that you did.
But then why do I keep running in to you.
On street, in my head, in my dreams.
You left a trace within me
And never even flinched.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC