"lifestory" poems
Goodbyes are never good.
And hellos are never hell...
Well..
Howcome its always hard to tell?
When i met Amy..
she waved, like the ocean in the horizon view.
i mean, picture a Goddess herself, locking her eyes on you,
hypnotizing you,
Telling you all infinity lies in you,
Her heart hides in you,
Her vocal tone rises you...
Like the tide..
under the horizon view..
but her theory was dark. Like the side of the moon we don't see..
Weird, *** most of the time she was joyous and joke-sy.
But she had a mental intent.
to rent, an individuals mind until her emotion was spent.
Pitched up her tent,
Now she lives in my head.
i cant get rid of her, feeling blue when shes wearing red.
i cant get ahead..
i need her,
I bleed her.
i read her.
i see her.
She runs thru my mind mind so much,
even my feet hurt.
but shes evil.
Reveling in my chaos and depression.
her sole mission is to leave me well wishin..
fishing for hope, with nothing in my view.
except the horizon.
i cant forget her eyes'n....
the way she caressed my hand in the midst of my anger.
but its sad to say her theory just brings me danger..
she says she cant be happy if im happy.
i cant believe she can say that,
I mean,
sure shes a Ten..
sure shes a friend..
sure when i ask her to come over she always says, when..
i mean i dont ever wanna put her down...
Amy's my PEN.
the pen that stood beside me when i wrote my lifestory.
the pen that stays truthful even if it gets gory.
the pen that keeps me sane and even takes over for me,
The pen that allows me the hope to reach glory..and see..
the same pen that forces me write daily im trapped,
Confined in this desk, Hennessy spilled on my lap,
lost in life, blank map im tryna fill in the gap,
Last thing i needs a fucken object that keeps giving me crap!
Still ill love her forever, and never ever leave, thatll never occur...
my pen, i named her amy and sometimes i feel that i write for her.
-afj
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
I always wish we met before your first love
so that I'd have been your deepest incision and your easiest decision
and often hope you learn to love me as much as you loved him
which is half as much as I love you, for I love you to Venus and back...
My affection for you is cosmic, I've seen the universe because I've seen you
you're something of a galactic existence, an extraterrestrial
in a terrestrial world of mice and men, why's and when, nows and then
I'd tripped into the past and you've walked me back to the future...
I'd failed to learn what love really meant, I've finally met my teacher
It's my prayer you be on the final page of my lifestory,
on mother Earth you would be a once upon a time of a happy ending
and even if they say happy endings are stories that aren't finished yet
I think they're a point the twist is beyond the understanding
of the mind behind the canvas and the quill,
beyond the reach of the perilous vivisection of the pen,
am going to love you until that unfathomable point, until half past forever
a quarter a mile beyond eternity, just ahead of happily ever after.
you're the ultimate treasure, this' the hunt that counts, am never saying never...
You're my motivation, you understand what I feel, and that's something
yet it all starts from something and builds to a tale to remember
it all starts from a January and before you know it it's December
it all starts from a spark and makes Ash of what was once an enormous ember...
you're a war I'd fight the universe to win,
a journey of a million miles and ain't about to surrender...
My only regret is I didn't know you when you were younger
so that I would have Loved you longer
in this lifetime, and this bond we share could be stronger...
and my biggest worry's the rest of my life might not be enough
for me to love you in the million ways I believe I can...
My deepest pain is even these words don't really say what I feel...
they're merely a construct my hopeless mind could make
of the turmoil in my heart and soul, for what I feel is more than what my mind can take
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
Buried alive
In the projects
Called life..
My only ally is time
trust no one
because every one
consists of lies
it's all dark
All is black
death aims at me
Point blank
Ignorence is bliss
wishing I didn't know any of this
But I can feel it's presence
constantly... a desire.. a curiosity.
waiting for the occasional spark
maybe it's Death, taking a life
like a devouring shark..
naked in my grave
with only a scarred
leather book
and a quill with enough ink
to write a lifestory
So i'm writing my pages
my story that I want to tell
but with every spark of light
I can't telll.. these words
and sentences.. are strange to me..
I didn't write this..
Did somebody stole it?
Living the story I want to tell?
A story about a nice life
with good people
And a world that isn't Hell?
Hate surges up within me..
I quit writing, not a letter written
quill smashed into the ground
another innocent victim..
My eyes open
conscience shattered
mind of a hunter
stalking it's prey
I'm going to steal a book
and give him my empty one..
A thief.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
This life
is
like
a drama scene,
scene
by
scene.
Different plays
and
characters
in the scene.
Some enjoying,
some striving,
some suffering.
Everyone has a role to play in this dramatic world.
For there is no escape route for the babies for they have to take part
in the scene.
Everyone has
his/her lifestory with
a
begining
and
an end.
No one is saved from
the scene,
except
he be dead.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
**I am the body
I am the mind
this is youth's discovery
an ego identification:
I am unique and separate
expressed with enthusiasm..
For most this seems
as a lifetime identity..
But for some
and potentially for all
a shock of falseness
breaks into youth's dream:
I am not the body
not the mind
I am transparent
as Awareness..
This is new birth
waking to reality
as it is here and now
and always has been..
Now as Awareness
I pervade all
I am..is All...**
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
There will be no freedom until we’re equal
The world is one
Everybody is different
-
that connects us
The world is one big family
Treat everybody how you want to be treated
Don’t judge until you know someone
Everybody has feelings that can get hurt
Everybody has their own lifestory
Accepting is a part of life
Nobody matters
-
Until they matter to you
Everybody should have the same rights
The world is ONE
Freedom belongs to everybody
Everybody decides for themselves how they want to live their life
Everybody makes mistakes
But the world is united and should be treated like that
Everybody is on this earth for a reason
Don’t criticize, judge and make mistakes just because somebody behaves different, looks different or talks different
This is what makes our planet so special
-
Our differences
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC