"intrest" poems
iNever Been iN A Relationship With A Human Being.
Only With My Drug,
Crystal ****
IConsidered iT My Lover.
My Baby, My World My Everything. iFell inlove With A Substance,
Felt So Real.
Created A Strong Bond
That Seemed unbreakable We Were unseperable.
This Stimulant Kept Me Away From Reality And Everything in it.
Blocked Me
From Having An Actual Boyfriend and Catching
True Loving Feeling.
iWas Blinded By These False Euphoric Feelings.
A Rush Like iF ive Accomplished A Hundred Things.
iWas Concentrated And Focused On Getting High And
Just living The Addict life.
That iHad No intrest At 16 Towards Boys or having a love life.
My Mind Was Just Set On The Streets And Dope Game,
Riskful Missions And Hanging With Friends. Guys Would Holler,
But id Give No interest.
Just Me And My Drug iS All That Mattered.
Throughout My 3rd Time iN Rehab, My Neighbor Would Call.
A Guy Friend.
Daily Conversations, Laughs And giggls, something so rare and unexperienced.
As iBegan To Recover & Emotions Started To Untie,
iBegan To Feel Some Strange feelings ive never experienced 1st hand.
Once iGraduated My program. We Communicated More,
I liked This, i liked him.
Was Hard To believe that after all he knew about me?
He was into me to.
My supporter, My Friend This Guy Became My 1st Boyfriend <3
041314
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Excuse me Mam!
Can I intrest U in a mutural gift?
A possible win-win senario.
Please pause a moment from U'r very busy day.
Pause to listen and let down your guard.
I am very sincere!
Though i admit, a bit of an introvert.
But underneath it all, I am a good person.
I am dillagent and goal oriented.
Though i admit, a bit obsesive.
But underneathn it all, I am a good person.
I follow the Rules!
I try to please my peers and superiors.
Though i admit, not always accomplished.
But underneath it all, I am a good person.
My accomplishments are noteworthy
Though i admit, I am not of riches.
But underneath it all, I am a good person.
In some uncertain way,
My love of life is bonded by these chains.
Your inocent interest could set me free,
if only for a moment.
For the moment that U share,
I would be a transformed person.
Though i admit, not a person of the world.
But underneath it all, I can make U happy to.
Regards,
Jerry
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 1:17 AM UTC
In a busy town
In massachusetts
there is this college
BCC
At this cozy college
there are 8 buildings
But one has capture my heart completly
G BUILDING
Walk through the sliding glass doors
Around the corner
through the lunch room
To the Dinning hall
Noise assult my ears
Beeping video games
shouts of triumph
Kpop and metal music
Tables littered with playing cards
Yugioh
Pokemon
Magic
People as different as can be
From all corners of the social spectrum
Popular
and geeks
Join together in a crazy dance
A swirling brightly colored tango
Joined together
by mutal intrest
Riker, dear Riker
puple fadora ever present
My "Co-Pimp"
a founding father of the trolling company
Damien, Oh damien
Your strangness growing stranger
Your hair of deception
Another founding father
Jose, Dear Lord Jose
You're pervertenss proceeds you
Cat calling
Video gaming
Holly, sweet Holly
Looking innocent and sweet
Masking your wildness
underneath
Nathan, My Naten
My best friend through the ages
Opinions flying
Jungle juice by your side
Casey, My sweet sweet Casey
Ghost story devourer
Trusting you with my secrets
Everyone's little sister
John, John of the lake
Annoying as hell
but loveble all the same
only kind things to say
Josh, Or should I say Shoji
Big Brother
Laptop out
Video game in
Matt, My lovely Matt
This is where we met
Fate intervined
brought us together
This is where I belong
This island of misfits
This G building gang
This is my home.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
I tend to have a deep endearment and emotional intrest in coldhearted people, i see good in them, and i want to develope a relationship with them, i fall inlove with what i know they can be, i want to be there for them and see what there about, i have this huge thing for ******** type people, but sometimes when you play with fire, theres a great possibility you will get burned.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
I Failed Again
Lacked Success &
Collapsed once again.
Im Seen As A Failure Now.
Seen As A Lieing Worthless Shadow
Rubbed in my face
Of how i keep making the same mistake
How supposedly all i care about is being on drugs
That thats my only intrest being high.
Makes Me Sad To Know The Stuff People think about me.
A Drug addict
Not knowing The Cause To My Use
The **** i Go through in my mind
How i function and all these difficulties.
The *********** reasons to my relapses!
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
If I stood between two blaring horns.
I would hear nothing.
All the noise and worries would cancel out.
And I would be safe in the realm of interference.
But why should I isolate myself?
Is it in my best intrest?
Do I care?
Let me be in my destructive atmosphere.
And let me stay oblivious.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
So it seems now he has chosen
And I am not the winner
The lucky girl that he will ask,
"Want to go out for dinner?"
This should have been expected.
I should have seen it coming.
It's obvious that this dear boy
did not want me in the ending.
This is not a first.
It might not be the last.
When boys like him
see girls like me
they run out very fast.
What is it I'm lacking?
What don't I have to offer?
I've given up my heart to him
And now it's been strucked with
thunder
In the end, it is my fault
I had to know the truth
And though it hurts
with a burning fury
it's taught me in my youth.
At least I did not go on
thinking I still had a chance
And to embarass myself
Just so he would laugh
Although I know
He holds no intrest of me
That does not mean I can't
admire from afar
and enjoy what I see.
Because in all truth,
he is like no other
boy I've ever known.
And I want for him
happiness
to spring within him
and grow.
I will attempt at friendliness,
for I do not wish to lose him.
That, I think would be worse,
than to never see him.
And if his heart gets broken
by some wreckless, evil girl,
I'll be here to help him
and bring brightness
to his world.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Your body is a story
waiting to be told.
Secrets unanswered,
treasuses unknown.
Your mind is a temple
treated with respect.
Undying intrest, unknown
effect.
Mystery and magic your
soul screams a release.
As mine is trapped in yours
echo, shattering my peace.
Endless screams of sorrow,
flow through you with fear.
Shattering waking moments,
swollowing back tears.
Dreaming dead, you never wake
And you can never see.
Trapped, darker parts
Forever in misery.
You dream in hope through
mystic fog, a cloud of life.
I die. Painfully. Forgotten
part of your never-ending strife.
Dreaming dead you'll always be,
and so forever shall I.
Waiting for the moment
My memories will die.
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
Every smile is to be paid double its weight in pain, paid outright and full before intrest is gained. I escaped depressions grasps for first 12 years of my life. Someone forgot to tell me what i owe, now i dont mean to seek pitty with my tale of missery and woe. But it seems some nights the devil takes a certain interest in my crimson eliqour of life. he to just wants to see it pour from my veins flow like silk down my leg and hear me say.. nothing.. no cry for help in fear someone would notice the scars i cover with my pair of jeans. Some say its in that that i aquired such a lovely taste a hatred for myself. Others have told me to get over it, everyone feels depressed sometimes, but most nights i dont see the light my path is a foggy stormy night sailing without the stars you can not tell me its the same and im the one who should lay the blaime on myself for letting it get this bad.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
With the Season So Gay, only Days Away,
Just the smile of a friend would do.
But to someone, who searched for a smile a while
It seems these days that true Friends are few.
The Bankers are Busy Compounding with intrest
And Bakers So Busy with Fudge and Sugar cookies
The stores are mobbed by Shoppers who feel Robbed
If they miss the Black Friday Deal for a big screen TV
But to Some's wish for a touch of a friend, there is none
In the Hustle and Bustel brought on by this season
Amidst all the glee and Well trimmed Lighted trees,
Lone Souls search for a spot of love they will never see
Their cards go unanswered and gifts are untouched
No Music of laughter this Holiday Comes
No Wish for the Hottest thing, just the touch of a friend
Is on their wish list, but not under the tree in the End
Because there's no way to present, all that's meant
When the wish Due is the simple touch of a friend
Though this wish is small, Merry Christmas to All...JMF 12/20/14
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
To All Ya’ll, have them Happy Holidays & a Merry Christmas/
Next step, thank the Sun 4 this years ending Winter Solstice/
If my prose sparks intrest, makes you curious/
Go ahead and seak, ask me why I said this/
-Joshua Vincens
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC
Not a good beginning.
Though the ending is good.
Specks of energy ending life.
Zooming into the waterfall.
Is not isn't it?
Can the worst still come?
Misinterpretations and bird calls.
The fever is the cure.
Grand overused.
Over underused.
Seeing the released steam,
You make a new turn
To replace your last one.
The path is worn out
So you slip a new one in place.
The time is up for your inspiration;
The monks are ending their chant.
Look to your new direction,
And find a new dimention.
While writing chalk on chalk,
You find an intrest.
You hear the screams of made up animals,
and steam engines.
The clicks and clacks of spinning.
The ticks of a new idea.
But you dismiss it.
It's all in your head, right?
It's not like anybody else can hear it.
You write it down to save a note,
But words are left in limbo;
But the words are cut short.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 9:18 PM UTC
It saddens me to watch women
They're so busy
Proving their worth at work
Because it was not always an option
Not their fault.
But was it man's fault?
Purely stripped down of the powerstruggle?
No.
Someone had to look after children
It was a necessity, survival of the race
Pure and simple.
I've been trained, evaluated and promoted
By men not women
Miss Professional Climber
It might intrest you to know
That I didn't blow them to get ahead
If I didn't have skills
That would've reflected poorly
On the man who put me there
And sweety, he'a not an idiot
But I'm starting to think that you are.
In business Time is still Money
It saddens me to watch women
Trying to live up to the mother
In an ideal world
Indeed in a movie
Feeling guilty for things they can't help
Indeed for being a mere human
It's rarely the parents' fault
For if they knew better
They would've done better
Pure and simple.
It saddens me to watch women
Trying to have the perfect body
Sure men can be cruel
But is it really all because of them?
Are they the ones greedily
Grasping on to a gossip magazine
Inviting their friends
To judge others like it's a social event
Spending hours in front of the mirror
When all they needed is to take a shower
Clean clothes, mascara and eyeliner
Never heard a man complain
About the natural look
And when asked
He didn't have the first idea
What else I would've needed.
Are we really doing this
To lure in the perfect man
You know the one that in reality
Doesn't know why you want a thighgap
Because he doesn't know what it is!
And if he does
He didn't think to check that you had one
When he asked you out.
Women blame men for only wanting one thing
And he's definitely a pig
When he talks to your *****
It may surprise the fairer ***
That according to a poll
The first thing men really notice
Are the eyes and the smile
And sure men tend to look at other women
But studies show that
Not only can they not help it
They don't even remember having seen her in the first place
So who are the real ******** here?
Is it not the women themselves?
It's more than true
That women don't dress for men
They dress for other women
Women don't want to be perfect mothers
Purely for their children
but for other mothers
Women don't want to be bosses
Because it reflects their personal power
but because they want to dominate other women
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Earth, my dear, you're rather ill.
Those pesky bugs,
you have them still?
Come on Girl, get a grip.
Your infection has been spreading,
Poor Moon is looking gray!
I even think they've got to me,
Though not as bad, I'd say.
Jupiter's been talking,
These rumors aren't kind!
I swear I didn't tell him,
He heard through the astroid vine.
Sister dear, I love you,
I swear you used to be hot!
Even the Sun took intrest!
Though now, he'd rather not.
Get rid of those pesky buggarts,
You're powerful, you know.
Just **** 'em off and heal yourself.
Just let those vermin go!
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 1:22 AM UTC
tonights the night ,that we run free
and sail across the skies
set fire to the fields of grass
and in the flames we lie.
we lie not only in the flames
but in the star crossed waters
breaking down the barriers
we oh-so-often encounter
tonights the night we pour our lives
into a cup of bree
start fights against a desperate system
a witness to the scene.
a witness to the civalized ,
crazy, ******* men
who dictate ways to justify
a spoiled genertion
tonights the night we find the face
of all and knowing truths
we'll find the land eldorado
and hang it by a noose.
destroying all the poverty
and judgment of the lives
of those who may live differently
a world of lows and highs.
tonights the night we paint the town
in cycadelic tones
groups of faceless matadors
in mass, we stand alone.
confused, we find an intrest
in paranormal things
searching for another way
to earn those angels wings.
tonights the night we stand our ground
not jump, but break the fence
embark along our epic journey
a life that could make sence
no longer will we live in fear
of all we do not know
prove, the myths are logical
across the universe we'll go.
tonights the night we sing a tune
that test the strands of our existance
and tell of all the lies
that float above our empty heads.
the drones will come alive
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:40 AM UTC
It's dark
So dark
Mad and angry
A solitary cruel
Civilization where nobody
Cares nobody pays
Intrest for the lives
Of the hopeless
Or the needed.
The simple
Drive for the complex
Ideas of perfection
In which we crave
Is so prominent
Like an eched image
In our simply geared minds
Those gears only turn
One way
Not bothering to look
Back at the others
Who are perfect
For living
Without that
Selfishness
a.s.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Practice takes patience
and patience takes practice
figuring out who you are takes that and a compass
nothing as simple as asking,
rather, much more like searching
for the smallest details that makes you, you.
Self-exploration
and in the case of others,
no longer are we searching
but rather waiting for pathways to open
connections are made with everything that we learn
but that takes time, dont rush the process
dont get anxious or nervous
just express your intrest
you see thats how friendships are made and relationships develop
you see time takes patience,
and patience takes practice.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:32 AM UTC
ralphie was acting up.
screaming,
kicking,
whining...
all of us on the bus that cold morning
held our breath.
"sit down!!" she yelled
"stop it!!" she screamed
"when we get off this bus your gunna get it!"
she warned.
all of us along for the ride just
looked away.
avoiding the bitter taste of
what might happen at home
behind closed doors.
she screams
tugging and pulling at any stray
arm
leg
clump of hair
she can reach.
two more stops and i'm free...
we all choke on all the things we should say
we stare out the windows,
the lucky ones had a book to bury themselves in.
****** ralphie get the **** up!!"
as i stand to leave,
pairs of eyes beg me to take them with.
the bus slows
i step off and the collective finds a new found intrest
in the the ads lining the walls.
ralphie is on his own.
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
Haha, it's funny looking at this now. L8: that little email, oh my.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXCVIII)
Where midnight'd feign a silence 'til I'd thence
Roll back the covers to at last avail
Me of lying down for good, ah how the pale
Eye of that moon rose twixt those treetops' dense
Black lacework, shivring in a keener sense.
Although we knew twas folly to detail
Aught, how I sent my Joey, like to scale,
Notes on whatever, to shrink from it hence.
Or, no. I squinted as it peered as twere
At me, the ghastly calm fit for sweet dew,
And rose when dawn's first shafts began to stir.
What are the dreams long since forgot as due?
For if I shrink from building castles your
Sweet intrest culls, will that make all come true?
15Jul17a
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
I couldn't tell if he leant forward or backward in his chair
It was unclear whether is eyes were soft or steely
or if he was even looking at me
It was difficult to hear his inflection when he said
"You're really quite something. You know that?"
I didn't know if he'd find it funny if I said
"If I say yes, won't that sound a tad narcissistic?"
so i said it anyway
I couldn't tell if his eyes sparkled with inner mirth
or if they remained dull in the stupidity of my comment
He didn't convey intrest in me, nor disintrest.
He may have leant forward and he may have said
"Yes, but you didn't say yes did you."
He may have paused, then said
"You sound like you don't receive compliments like that too often."
He may have said compliment, I wasn't sure
I shifted uncomfortably and replied
"How can you tell?"
I think
I think he gestured with his hand to the fact that I was fidgeting.
"Because you don't know how to react."
I heard him that time.
Was he still looking at me?
I didn't know if I was offended or flattered.
But I did know that I took a deep breath and said
"I do know how to react. But I've heard using my sense of humour in situations like this pushes people away. . . apparently."
I think I was pretending to be serious.
I'm almost positive he was quiet for a while, still staring me down
or was he looking shyly?
And the stillness between us, that I'm pretty sure had settled, grew so long, I think I almost walked off.
That was until he smiled.
And the smile, I was sure about.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
Theres always a excuse not to fail.
Lack of spine is what it all comes down.to.
Many build a callus on there *** waiting for something to land in there lap.
Is it fear or comfort that makes one lazy?
I never knew anything easy two broken feet a few broken ribs a busted knuckle or two the scars of effort i wore them with pride.
People are a nice thought far to often gone astray.
There words lend fools comfort.
And keep the bitter moving without regret.
I was alone with my thoughts and what a place i truly embraced being.
Crazy is just a word to keep others away.
Maybe its why i wore it like a badge.
For its the mad ones that intrest me the most.
There is always a reason not to try.
And never a excuse that doesnt reek of ******** and a normal existance.
Saftey is for signs on the walls and guns in bored fools hands.
Avoid that word at all time's and you will be fine.
As you bask in the solace of your own truths and simple plessures.
Theres never a excuse.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
People can control a lot. Your emotions, your apearance to them and the way you seem. They have full control but don't know how to man the system. The whole emotional pad is set up with color coded buttons for the controler to figure out. There's no way all the systems are the same, they have new colors. You can stick with one pad but sometimes other controls intrest you. And maybe your hand is too small for a lever on a pad, that means there is flaw that doesn't compare to you. There's no need to abandan that system. You learn to gear away from that part or find a way to use it. Sometimes when gears are rusty there is a way you can clean them out and fix them, this is called improving a person. This might be mixed with the way you might see a gear a different way, in that case, if they ask you politely with their Politomiter, accept that they just want to be themselves. And that is a fulltime atomatic H.U.man.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Sparks of intrest,
Love is a creation,
It begins with a glance,
Some Laughter,
Love begins with joy,
Even if it may end in sorrow.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
Eyes of pure radiance, a universe born within.
A voice of eligiance that soothes the soul.
A laugh that emits happiness in all directions.
Emotions so innocently fragile, but pure.
Strong willed to have endured such pain.
Every common intrest sparked excitement.
Soo much more to discover about you, lost.
Deep, sincre feelings, they won't fade.
I must move on before it consumes me,
move on but not forget, I won't, I choose
not to. I am glad you found happiness,
now I must search for mine, wherever it
may lie.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
From old to new
From new to old
Over the ages
Different stories told
Through song, through story
Through poems unfold
The victories and the sorrows
Of a life untold
Some are written
For all to see
Others kept away
For ones heart to keep
Those stories, those songs
The poems all tell
The feelings and emotions
Hidden within ourselves
Crystal Sacco
My daughter has taken an intrest in
writing ,so with her permission
I am sharing this poem that she
wrote. Please let us know what you
think.
Thank you.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC