"jading" poems - Hello Poetry

the smell wafted like a dream. charred wood and red smoke. “benjie!” she yelled as i ran away down the hall raising my arm against the flickering heat. “benjie, come back!” she pleaded. “leave him alone!” i stopped and coughed. hot air rushed across my face. hearing nothing but the roaring smoke i froze-up -- torn for the first time between Comfort and Knowledge. then slowly out of the choking haze came a whimper and a scrape. and a punch shook the wall. i peeked inside the sizzling arch. hot pitch oozed from an overhead beam caught fire and dripped tiny flamelets onto the hardwood floor. he was there alright. shaking and sitting on the floor in the corner. i whispered: “what’s the matter daddy?” he looked up through crazed eyes of fire and hate. “go away boy”. then he cried and hugged his knees.

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Apr 7, 2014

Apr 7, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC

sam-toil

A Jading

the smell wafted like a dream. charred wood and red smoke. “benjie!” she yelled as i ran away down the hall raising my arm against the flickering heat. “benjie, come back!” she pleaded. “leave him alone!” i stopped and coughed. hot air rushed across my face. hearing nothing but the roaring smoke i froze-up -- torn for the first time between Comfort and Knowledge. then slowly out of the choking haze came a whimper and a scrape. and a punch shook the wall. i peeked inside the sizzling arch. hot pitch oozed from an overhead beam caught fire and dripped tiny flamelets onto the hardwood floor. he was there alright. shaking and sitting on the floor in the corner. i whispered: “what’s the matter daddy?” he looked up through crazed eyes of fire and hate. “go away boy”. then he cried and hugged his knees.

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i remember that sunset drive. cascades of light that folded in between our hands. and i watched you close your hands against mine. i watched the light between our hands fade — into nothing. pulling back was the only course i took to save us, but you will never know that, will you? it was on that drive did I realize... love is such a jading feeling.

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Aug 31, 2023

Aug 31, 2023 at 1:51 AM UTC

p-n

that drive

i remember that sunset drive. cascades of light that folded in between our hands. and i watched you close your hands against mine. i watched the light between our hands fade — into nothing. pulling back was the only course i took to save us, but you will never know that, will you? it was on that drive did I realize... love is such a jading feeling.

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White walls. Plenty of time, Is what the boy thinks. He can't swim But he jumps in the pool And hopes he doesn't sink. The pool has white walls. Blankness is what I see. Being able to create what I want I see things that others do not. At least that is what I think. To me they are ghost that haunt. Me I see myself Not free Sometimes There are things I cannot see. White walls in the jail cells But one wall is pure bars. I am a caged beast. Those people there who call me friend know me the least. I say what I mean. Do what I say. As soon as I hear the beat. I live for dreams. The ones I cannot control. Which is why I love to fall asleep. On these walls I see my flaws. My flaws create my past pain. Looking at these walls keep me from changing. 200 years ago I could have had it worse And would have been slaving. No I'm not Django Or even Jamie Foxx. I am more of a Jaden Smith. Why? Because they don't understand my drift. But I do That's all that really matters Understanding self First Priority. I may be jading quickly Turning into a white wall. Pale Blank Silent Unless I express myself.

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC

poeticfinesse

Before it's too late

White walls. Plenty of time, Is what the boy thinks. He can't swim But he jumps in the pool And hopes he doesn't sink. The pool has white walls. Blankness is what I see. Being able to create what I want I see things that others do not. At least that is what I think. To me they are ghost that haunt. Me I see myself Not free Sometimes There are things I cannot see. White walls in the jail cells But one wall is pure bars. I am a caged beast. Those people there who call me friend know me the least. I say what I mean. Do what I say. As soon as I hear the beat. I live for dreams. The ones I cannot control. Which is why I love to fall asleep. On these walls I see my flaws. My flaws create my past pain. Looking at these walls keep me from changing. 200 years ago I could have had it worse And would have been slaving. No I'm not Django Or even Jamie Foxx. I am more of a Jaden Smith. Why? Because they don't understand my drift. But I do That's all that really matters Understanding self First Priority. I may be jading quickly Turning into a white wall. Pale Blank Silent Unless I express myself.

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Frolicking with you on white snow I am a little boy yeah I know Won’t you come to my house for cocoa Come sleighing, we’ll go together Don’t mind the chill of the weather We’ll get lost in the sky forever Walking by your side I am shy Holding of your hand we walk by Look into my eyes i don’t know why Starlight, the morning is waning My love for you is fading Reflection on white snow is jading I’ll be waiting

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Feb 15, 2010

Feb 15, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC

joseph-boulet

I'll Be Waiting

Frolicking with you on white snow I am a little boy yeah I know Won’t you come to my house for cocoa Come sleighing, we’ll go together Don’t mind the chill of the weather We’ll get lost in the sky forever Walking by your side I am shy Holding of your hand we walk by Look into my eyes i don’t know why Starlight, the morning is waning My love for you is fading Reflection on white snow is jading I’ll be waiting

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It's a bumpy ride This journey of life Some twists and turns At times it seems slow But never when you want it to There's a dark wood ahead We all must pass through And how you do the journey The path you choose Determines where you end Through the shadows comes the light Every darkness eventually turns to day Even if you can't see the glow It's there, just waiting for you Because you have to go to it Life waits on no one Not even for a moment It teases you with flirtatious ease Jading you as your sense of time fades And you forget what you are searching for Just keep moving forward This too shall pass It's okay to be sad But don't forget to be glad Tomorrow is another day It's not about dodging your problems Or taking the easy road But about love and friendship and family And the joys, whether simple or complex Learning to **** up the bad stuff and move on Make the most of your life It isn't a gift to you but your gift to the world The only things that are impossible Are the things you believe you cannot do Along this road, only you make the speed limit

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Oct 11, 2011

Oct 11, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC

jayme-m-yaroch

Along The Road

It's a bumpy ride This journey of life Some twists and turns At times it seems slow But never when you want it to There's a dark wood ahead We all must pass through And how you do the journey The path you choose Determines where you end Through the shadows comes the light Every darkness eventually turns to day Even if you can't see the glow It's there, just waiting for you Because you have to go to it Life waits on no one Not even for a moment It teases you with flirtatious ease Jading you as your sense of time fades And you forget what you are searching for Just keep moving forward This too shall pass It's okay to be sad But don't forget to be glad Tomorrow is another day It's not about dodging your problems Or taking the easy road But about love and friendship and family And the joys, whether simple or complex Learning to **** up the bad stuff and move on Make the most of your life It isn't a gift to you but your gift to the world The only things that are impossible Are the things you believe you cannot do Along this road, only you make the speed limit

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it was, as it is like before and after I forgot and remembered all these big, yet little things that we call emotions. which made up who we were and the lost wishes we hold as we spiral out — of control. I remembered, I did... love you most

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Aug 31, 2023

Aug 31, 2023 at 1:47 AM UTC

p-n

are these feelings jading?

it was, as it is like before and after I forgot and remembered all these big, yet little things that we call emotions. which made up who we were and the lost wishes we hold as we spiral out — of control. I remembered, I did... love you most

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no one cries over spilled milk i do well, it must not be over spilled milk, then? no that can’t be right but it is i cry over spilled milk how could you not some cry over spilled brains spilled milk is my weakness evoking the deepest sadness a trying entity spilled milk is life a perfect crystal glass shards everywhere piercing my heart watering my eyes jading my soul milk is creamy white dreams like the creamy white cloud fortress in a creamy white heaven all over my kitchen counter

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Jul 2, 2020

Jul 2, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC

mia_donaj

spilled milk

no one cries over spilled milk i do well, it must not be over spilled milk, then? no that can’t be right but it is i cry over spilled milk how could you not some cry over spilled brains spilled milk is my weakness evoking the deepest sadness a trying entity spilled milk is life a perfect crystal glass shards everywhere piercing my heart watering my eyes jading my soul milk is creamy white dreams like the creamy white cloud fortress in a creamy white heaven all over my kitchen counter

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She grows so tired of this time, too much to understand, the smile fading day by day, no chance for all she'd planned. She tires of this broken dream, its promise unfulfilled, the time slows further day by day, no path to be revealed. She grows more tired of this world, this constant downward slope, the light glows dimmer day by day, no dawn to bring her hope. She tires of the pain within, these endless gnawing fears, the hurt grows stronger day by day, no strength to hide the tears. She grows so tired of this life, this smile so hard to fake, the reasons dwindle day by day, no saviour's hand to take. She tires of all that she's seen, and all that's been and gone, the future jading day by day, no will to carry on.

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC

arik-fletcher

Niederlage

She grows so tired of this time, too much to understand, the smile fading day by day, no chance for all she'd planned. She tires of this broken dream, its promise unfulfilled, the time slows further day by day, no path to be revealed. She grows more tired of this world, this constant downward slope, the light glows dimmer day by day, no dawn to bring her hope. She tires of the pain within, these endless gnawing fears, the hurt grows stronger day by day, no strength to hide the tears. She grows so tired of this life, this smile so hard to fake, the reasons dwindle day by day, no saviour's hand to take. She tires of all that she's seen, and all that's been and gone, the future jading day by day, no will to carry on.

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