"losed" poems
Betrayal hurts
It's the feeling a person gives you when they hurt you intentionally
It's the feeling he gave me 15 minutes ago
It's the feelings that's going to make me not love you anymore
It's the feelings that I've losed for you
I'm done with you have a nice life
I supported everything you did
Just to have betrayal knocking on my front door
Remember that karma is a *****
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
A Heart that Parts away from the chambers,That pump lies thru the veins with pain.A love that was crucified and died, sacrificed, and does behind a disguise.A mask.
That mask the past scars, the torn skin, truth ripped from the flesh left hollow and echos sorrow,
Faint in the distance, youth in the mirror,
Not in the eyes,tired of lies , eyes cry seeing human bein their nature.
Soo cruel the pool of liquor im bathin my pours soakin the reality to of depression wastin every ounce of time blazin to relieve the stress of being puzzled in a maze,
Forsaken and disturbed to see the same face awaken shaking like the floor of order.
The door of opportunity leads to another border.
Truth itself holds no water,Takin so much in becoming a mental horder,
nothing new but the struggle, and only lived a quater.
When is there change ? im in need of aspoiler,or vent.
Like im exhaust, im exhausted from many losses, im lost and losed many calls from God.
Stop stallin God hear my repent im callin, so answer.
Thats all im askin ,
im tired of being bent, broke from bein spent,
sick of the cancer, sick of abuse.
I want peace of mind, can hell call a truce? living on the edge, Im hangin, danglin , souless as a manikin, lost in the sky walkin,
High like aniken.
Im havin epiphanies, deliberately givin up my own liberty,
honestly my honesty is now nothing no one acknowledge my poverty. My truth was rich, outta this world cosmically possibly the realist to ever grace reason modestly.
BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
1/16/14
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
March came by, swiftly
As if an arrangement
Has been penned down
And a deed has being
Procured with curious secrecy
I used to ink down
My thoughts and fantasies
Come January, February
Spreading them seductively
On a neat whited sheets
Aligning them in stanzas
And meters and patterns and rhythms
But March,!!!
March was peculiar
She came running fast and wild
Wandering my melancholy lane
Into a path of timid hallucinations
I wrote less, and thought more
Her hair stood braided
In losed negligence
Her carcass of beauty
Spent in dismay
My Words were conceited into ghost characters
Laundering the silky figure
Of a whited sheet
Proclaimed by my careless
Hand of pride
Inspite of heaven's fair rage
Some characters peeped through
Letters of saddened thoughts
Wandering what content it bears
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
This poem is for my friend.......
When I see your eyes you can't hide it there's no surprise, theres an emptiness like when you realize you missed your last sunrise
the way you look at life with many y's, and the way you bleed your crys like sky's of rain,
I know where it comes from, it comes from the fears of the tears thru the years of a broken heart with pain.
from the birth of a flower to the moment it dies all the highs and lows,
You say no one knows but I do know how life goes
one look at my life and it shows,
I wrote this because it's more then words it's from the heart, something 15 years over due from the start,
And the truth is there's no verse that can express how I feel for you in this rhyme!
And what's worse is the older we get the less time!!
So Before I say thank you to you I'm gonna say sorry, sorry for not being there when you needed it!
And for the man who thought it would be better to give up and forfit,
Maybe run away cause he dont deserve it, losed many friends I'd like to say jus being your friend was worth it, To me whatever you are is perfect
It's hard to see you hurting because I'm your friend and I feel it!
Even when we first met we know it was real ****
And sometimes it takes a friend to remind a friend,
that to some friends and a little girl he's still a king and he's not alone! I'll always be beside you till you get that throne
Im not the best at writing poetry but this is for David Johnson my friend and in the end you'll win
There's allways angels willing to help because it's allways a life of sin
They come in many forms and sizes from a past mother or father
To a beuatifull little daughter that loves and adores you like no other,
from a long life friend who's more proud to call you a brother
And even tho I have no place to say on behave of everybody sitting in the clouds above
You will allways have my respect and Considerd my brother much love
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Tears Tears Tears
They mingle w/ the
Fears Fears Fears
Anger Anger Anger
Reflects the
Danger Danger Danger
Bruises Bruises Bruises
Shows how many battles I've
Losed Losed Losed
Ache Ache Ache
Where my big heart
Breaks Breaks Breaks
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC