"litle" poems
As emotion rushed to me
and through me
On that first day we met
You were an Angel
An Angel with spiked
Black
***** Hair
I heart bursting
overflowing with love
copassion
Empathy
Pain
Abandonment
Guilt
and Rage
you hid them well
deep within
Your
tough exterior
Cloaked by your jet black
spiked doo
You were my Angel
I just knew
Instant bond
I bound to you
My day dream shatered
As you spoke
with kindness
You were ther to say your
Goodbyes
To all who knew you
fairly well
I was not
part of this crowd
So see
It's fate working its magick
For you to leave me now
Would be just tragic....
You came to bid your crowd farewell
You'd be leaving that afternoon
You would be leaving way too soon
I saw you.
I approached
I introduced myself.
You replied with kindness
You knew of me
So much
for our friendship
it would now never be
With tear filled eyes
I made my plea
Oh, please
Jackie,
Don't leave me!
I just cannot go!
..I have just now found you
I am here all alone
no mother
no sisters
no brother
no one
to care
for no
one
to love
No one
to laugh
with
happy hearts
Always
alone
With hopes
so high..
Always
have been
left
behind
Left standing
on my own
holding on to the
smallest memories
of a time of laughter
a time of peace
A time without
time where no one
ever leaves
Behind
the little
girl Soldier
still at war
a
war
worth
winning
some...
...anyone's
love
yours
is most
special see
so
Please
don't leave
Your words
told
a story of
reumions and laughter
As tears fell
from my eyes
my heart
crushed
under
the weight
of
Memories
they remind me
of cruelty
of a
careless
disregard
shown
the
little girl
soldier
you had never known
she
was dying inside
from wounds deep into her soul
Only years later
would the
Angels reveal
why
had
brought
you
there
The day
you met
the
little girl
soldier.
The day
you ended a deadly war
You put out fires
And tore down bridges
You held my hand through 20 more years.
You are my Angel
Thank you
for being with me
From that day until this...
You held me through many troubled fits
Some lasted minutes
other years.
you never left me
YOu never grew tired
The litle girl soldier loves you still
without her tears
love
a
I think back to that moment
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
Harsh harsh harsh
depth in my thoughts,
i persistently question my self where did heads
bump foreheads.
as i sit on the edge of my arm-chair,
recalling back,and my flash back do me no justice.
As i write this poem,
attempting to denote the contributing factor of the state of my mind.
Harsh harsh harsh..
I console myself,i calm myself,i humble myself and
take the blame..
to balance my anxiety,
to balance my curiosity,
and to settle the state of my mind.
Harsh harsh harsh...litle girl!!!
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
once I saw a blue moon
shedding the underworld
of thought and time
it wallowed in a pink sea
where out of the depths
sea blossoms came
to be beyond the rain
to be beyond the rain
and a litle bird found
a pool of dreams
the birthing pool
then she was gone
flying under a soft black sky
growing hope after
beyond the rain
beyond the rain
whose creations and distractions
are the prossessses
that are necessary to show
the true feelings
hidden beneath the surface of things
beyond the rain
beyond the rain
where there is a combat
a struggle between darkness and light
the emotional duality of life
BETWEEN THAT WHICH IS
AND THAT WHICH HAS ALREADY BEEN
beyond the rain
beyond the rain
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
i love the way,
you put a smile on my face,
all the weird litle things
got me, thinking on the chance
of living again, or trying to thou,
the ways of looking back in secret,
the way you look like her, the lion owner,
the ligth of lights knows, someday i will
live, even if she owns my heart, some other will
accept that, and be with me, hopefully, and knowing
that my heart is not mine anymore.
that is my prerrogative anyway, a shared beast
a lover that will love you entyreli, and faithfully,
but knowing that in secret, he two, loves another
the same way he may love you, and that is it,
no catch or trap, no ******* crap, just an inpossible
story, that will remain for ever, secretly, respectfully.
silently and faithfully taken, a romantic beast, a lover
and a fool, a ****** killing beast, with love capacity
and a faithfull lover, adoring you, but knowing,
that he loves another, and for ever will,
if my heart can be shared, and i know it can,
she could be the other one, owning the lion's heart.
hopefully that other one understands,
there is storys that never end, last and last,
as looks in the distance, will never end,
and the distant lovers, will always be that,
distant and inloved, dispice the odds,
and dispice the distance, but that is all.
the heart is strange, and whimpsy, so
maybe i could love you, as i love her,
no buts, just that, i trie to forget, and trie to
not care or look back again, that don't work,
so crazy the litle secrets in the lion's heart.
dispice that, i will love again.
find someone, then, loving her,
she may know already, i could love her,
make her mine, **** his pups,
take her in heat, making her mi lioness.
a litle beasty girl, to love,knowing,
that the half of my heart can be hers.
the other half, is owned, and for ever
will be.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
What do you do when you can't sleep?
When all your mind wants to do is weep.
When your life lately is nothing but hell,
when not even a talk with a friend makes it well.
What do you do when the world turns its' back?
When you feel alone and it's outta whack.
When you can't talk to no one cause no one can hear,
The scream so loud or a whisper so clear.
The only person you have in your life is God,
but lately even his love seems a litle gone.
Close ones dieing and a friend taken away,
not wanting to go through with another dreadful day.
Can't we all just talk it out?
instead of a fight, scream, or shout.
I just want my best friend back,
because lately my whole life it out of whack.
Mimé's gone and I can't bring her home,
but my best friend's around and all alone.
I need him here like a flower needs sun,
and I won't give in until my battle is won.
For we did nothing wrong so what the hell?
why are we being put through a living hell.
This makes no sense and no stories are straight,
and all I want is my best friend for heaven's sake.
My best friend to confide and confort can be found,
when life seems over and I'm being pushed around.
I just want it all to work out and be delt,
I want to get rid of all I've felt.
This hurt and sorrow and a little betrayed,
by everyone and anyone today.
God please help me and guide my way,
please don't lead me too far astray.
The only thing I have to believe in now,
is faith that God and Mimé are watching me somehow.
That they can help me deal with this huge mess,
and maybe help me get through this test.
This rough patch in my life,
that caused these tears, hate and strife.
This makes no sense and no stories are straight,
and all I want is my best friend for heaven's sake.
Like Romeo and Juliet to the extream,
forbidden to see eachother without real means..
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 9:49 AM UTC
day ride, after night shift, runnin forgetting, and
always letting go, love is not enough, with a slave of their trade
y write with the spits on my face, and assume that you will understand
that, months ago all end up, with out even star, vaya con dios, or wiTh the ala, and please let my ******* go.
after all the shame of the spits on my face, strong and short and smeling like a pig, you were right, i'm all of those and, c'est fini, after all
i'm just a game an easy game, relax live your life, and please let me tha **** ALONE, after all, to special and to sweet, is a good thing matte,
am mellow to the core like thoreau's autumnal sun, a lover, that for the girls how love creeps, still can't love and be loved , and it was all about that little creepy, shiit, blocking and destroying mi life, so he could feel like ubermensch, so vaya con dios, and please let me ******* go, dance with zeus or ala, or your little creepy **** after all 7 months ago y let you go.
theres no rage or pain, just disappointment. this lover and this beast is to special, for you, to sweet and stinky and short, so please let me go, and vaya con dios, this is the end beautiful not me friend,
i'm friend with a little boy that is my litle bro,
and the one how harm this little bro, is going to pay it all,
after all the pain after all the little rapes, after all the creep liking me as as y was sleep, after all, still you help him, and put me in danger, so shut a **** up, and, just let me ******* go, this is a clear, adios, rad, the last two have one line for you this is all yousr kid, could y, shure.
i'm already gone, and i don't want you in my life, take mahomas hand and fly to the sun, i'm going alone, and love maybe knocks on my door, and
after all still i'm here saying to you, vaya con su dios,
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
time
when your 5 it has no meaning
by 7 it means mealtimesbedtimesplaytimes school
16 it seems to stretch again
but not like that of aged 5
just endless waits to be 18
there is too much you haven't seen
18 not nearly old enough so much to get so much to do
you think that time always waits for you
then 28 starts to feel a litle late you've realize the mistake
time doesn't go on it has a break
35 are you alive?
life swallowed up in others lives...
ah 55!
time to "revive" go on and on till all days ends
and 'time" has gone around the bend
without
you
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:15 AM UTC
i see a litle corner of red
and my mind ignites infinity
aided by the history of mind
mechanics oh so magnifiscent
the progress is progressive
the power is for sure
the mind of men is future
again again so intensive
i am ignorant of what has been
i see not the past as manifest
but i am here now thinking
the dead are the masters
Dec 7, 2023
Dec 7, 2023 at 12:55 AM UTC
When you're breaking
when you can barely feel your throat from holding back tears
lay back
sink down
and close those pretty litle eyes
it's a better feeling than an ******
it's a better high that those drugs can give you
it's true healing
natural
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Aw hell no!
Shut the front door!
You're not welcome in on my secrets no more.
Don't tell me what's right,
Cause I'll tell you what's wrong
With all your litle lessons you've been preaching so long.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
She sat up on a building so high, looking down at all the litle people. She thought of all the pain she has had in her heart. Her broken, beaten, and abused heart. She shouldn't have trusted him from the start. She looked up at the midnight sky and tried not to cry. She stood on the edge and lifted her wings to fly.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
As i wake up, and
The sun gets gently
To mi eyes, i become
Aware Of your
memorie, i blush and
Breath inspired
And the second minutes
awake, your scent comes
As an ocean Wave, Of Loved
By you memories, and
Mi nose become aware,
Of the feeling you provoque
And the loved perfume
Takes the beating heart,
To a new heigth, that never
Felt before, between the
Trust and your loved eyes, is
Your perfect stomach calling
To me, come and Kiss me,
your Body Said, and the loved
song, And the chosen Path
Trying awake in the Path,
Become AWAKEN, as i beastly
Make love to you, and this day Even feeling a litle scared Of this
Feeling Of love
As an iceberg, i pass threw,
life and games, pasión and
dasdein, loneliness and pain
To this loved by u state, i let
that go this afternoon, trying
With scientifc proofs,
I could live without your eyes,
To feelings that never where, and stories that i never live, but your eyes and the loved sensación are stronger than the artist pose, and the stoic Warrior state Of mind, So much for
This samurai at your feet.
Aware Of how dependent Of
You im becoming, i could let
It all go, but i cannot left you,
As a yunkie Of your eyes, and
adicted to you state Of mind
Never feel unsure Of mi love,
never felt this need Of somebudy,
Forever loving you state Of play, and The nigths with you become heaven, and your'e so BEAUTIFUL inside,
And (hot as friendly faces) that walk Next to me.
So just Be sure, your'e the loved one, That free and unatached to
Anything ir anybudy, i could only
if you choose it, let you go.
So fully AWAKEN i'm,
becoming day by day,
As i LOVE YOU come and goes on our way, and On the terms we bouth choose, Nothing and no one execpt you, Could make me away from you,
And the blessed feellings you provoque, and the almost pain
i could almost feel, as your feet
Stumble to creeps, and i could almost let you go, but the love and care
You awake in me, are a surprise,
As a loved man, or a chained
beast, i could usted to this, kind
Of dependance u make me feel,
The sensatión Of you Next to me.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
There is river that we drift upon.
Keep thinking we're making it, but then we drown.
You're full of sorrow and I'm full of bubble.
All we seem to feed upon is each other.
We thrive upon wonderful music taste and litle bits of trouble.
I'm trying to reach you.
And still I float.
Riding the waves on a rackety boat.
You need to know I love you.
I know you love me too.
I'm there to support you.
Together so long.
We can't do right for doing wrong.
Waking up with you is precious.
Sleeping with you,
Well it's just the best.
Lets fight to survive
We're both still alive.
I'm there for you and you are for me.
Frankie.
I don't wanna be free.
(C) LIVVI MMXV
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
Self Feeding System Digesting Gestating
Regurgitated Lies Insider Trading
Atmospheric Tension BI-Polar Shift
Entrenched IN THE Mire Builds Pressure TO Lift
Engorging NO Purging THE Feeling IS Urging
This Active Revolting Deep Sickness IS Surging
Organic Inbreeding
HER **** ARE Bleeding
This Sickness IS Seeding
Little Boys' Notion OF Self Possession
Setting IN Motion HIS OWN Regression
A Lack OF Self Assurity
Convinced OF HIS OWN Purity
Isolation
Alienation
A Nature OF Self Anihilation
Muscular Overcompensation
Dissociation
AND
NOW
AN
EGO
IN
Flames
WAR OF THE Words Each Symbol Provoking
AN Incantation That Summons Invokes
Minds Conform TO Cradle AND Cradle AS ONE
This Little BOY THE NEW Born SON
'I' Speak NOW Louder Than Words
YOU'VE Paid THE Price TO Shepard THE Herds
Mankinds Hubris MY Metal Skin Girds
ALL Souls Strewn FOR Scavvenger Birds
Souls Laid TO Rest FOR Scavenger Birds
They Deify Knees Pressed TO THE Ground
THE ******* OF Bale ' OF ******* Abound
OF Deafening Lies Speaks A Deafening Sound
Worship THE Power OF Little Boys Crown
Worship THE Power OF Litle Boys Crown
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
ALL Souls TO Rest Little Boys Come Around
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Heart OF THE SUN IN Little Boys Crown
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
Souls Laid TO Rest Little Boys Come Around
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Heart OF THE SUN IN Little Boys Crown
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
Souls Laid TO Rest Little Boys Come Around
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Heart OF THE SUN IN Little Boys Crown
I Beat MY Chest I Beat YOU Down
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
THE Finger OF GOD Never Touches THE Ground
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 11:07 PM UTC
And in your eyes y find
Miself, in your female
hands
I am Defrosting in
Your arms, mi Defensive
coldness, the rigth way
In your eyes in find miself
In your females hands
Mi cold is lost loving your warmth
And a sensual scent caress me
all day, and the music in your female chest, complete, a Lioness
And in your eyes i find miself, in
Your female hands
The smell of your body, is mi beautiful dawn, in the cold nigth on mi soul
Dark echoes of pain, and betrayal
Defrosting between your arms, by kissing your skin
And in your eyes i found miself,
In your female hands,
And Your thighs, mi truth,
My eden, the scent of your body
Is my beautiful dawn
Works better on spanish
Y en tus ojos me halle,
entre tus manos de mujer,
me deshielo entre tus brazos
Y en tus ojos me halle,
Entre tus manos de mujer
Y mi frialdad se esfuma, adorando
Tus petalos, besando tu calides
El frio de mi pecho, se entibia por ti,
Y tu esencia me acaricia todo el dia
Y la musica en tu pecho de mujer completa, dice algo sobre mi
Y en tus ojos me halle, entre
tus manos de mujer
El aroma de tu cuerpo es mi bello amanecer, en la noche fria de mi ser
Y en tus muslos, mi verdad y el eden
Y el aroma de tu cuerpo es mi bello amanecer.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Nothing seems to matter when she took my hands and told me to follow her into the night we laughed we played we hugged we kissed my heart is burning with passion and her firery lust she hits me like a train with I feel her skin agents mine every day disappears litle by little when my every hope and my every dream and my every day dream become reality am i going insaine or am i finally happy where i wanted to be
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
golden crumpets
toasting under the grill
butter and amber applebox honey
waiting to be spread and fill
those litle wells of battered goodness
warm milk and cocoa, mingling in the cup
before dancing around for a minute
in the microwave....then tap dancing
with tantalizing richness on the tongue
this is midnight snackery at it's finest
all sweet and decadent, touched by
whimsy and eaten in the silver moonlight
then it's back to bed with honey still
on lips.....making them sweet and smackery
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Her pink dress matched
with her pink, satin shoes.
She was so excited.
All was brand new.
She twirled around
in her little, pink dress.
She loved to twirl.
It was always the best.
She wore it to school and church
and even for a few birthdays.
She dressed it up and down
in all different ways.
She one day outgrew that dress
which made her sad,
but that dress lasted
and she was glad.
Later on in her life
she was truly blessed
with a precious, little girl
who she put in a little, pink dress.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC