"losted" poems
This is no Lament,but an
Ode.I'm on my last hook of
The tune,as I hear voices hollers
On my back.this positivity keeps me
Locked on my de javus.
I'm livin' life like a video,
Onto press forward to my
Ambitions.I'm too proud of
Myself.
I'm on my utmost,every dream
Ends a picture perfect,as I imagine
Myself holdin' a throne at my
Closet.
I'm no Pinocchio but I iPaulistic
Art.im 'til live to the birth of
Next century,'cause I'm the
Third World War Soldier.
I'm a wanderer in disguise,searchin'
Triumph at night.
Guess my dreams ain't real,
Just livin' greatness of my fantasies.
Oh!!this is an omen.
I'm no Osama,but still a Pisces
I vandalize world of neysayers,
Forfeit negativities.
I separate dark and light
'Cause these street lights
Still shows me life on
My grind.
I'm down floor to my knees,
Bow down to all loved,losted
Zulu warriors,for Shaka to
Flourish my greatness.
Dear God,may you please sprinkle
Blessings upon my life,my path
Is grey a winter season.
'Till death takes me,but my
Dreams will forever last.
And if i die today tell me
I will make it through hell,'cause
Heaven is where the heart is.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
I was going to write a poem
But I got lost
And when music captures you
It doesn't want to let you go.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Loginquitas:
distance remoteness isolation;
separated from others.
No specification about how it is,
what it is,
if it comes as a wall between
or only a space, unrightfully empty.
Isolation indicates past ongoing,
a thing not just temporary,
but potentially permanent,
a sentence like prison solitary,
like a state of celibacy,
a vow of silence given under duress.
Remoteness means far away,
not just a length of earth -
an Everest of longing,
ice shifting underfoot and when the footing goes,
down another interminable edge,
there the freeze into narrow sleep.
Distance like roads in the Midwest,
seeing for hundreds of miles,
the knowing discomfort, the steady hunger,
a fact that is this:
lost, interminably lost, losted after.
Separated from others is the afterthought,
the side effect, the symptom-sick,
visible, wriggling nakedly.
Worm-like, burrowed into itself.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
I'm needing to leave,
But because of you,
I'm glued to my feet.
Unable to walk away.
Stuck in my tracks.
The sight of you was unbearable to breathe.
I once shared another life with you.
An intuition of recognition is what I perceive.
I'm missing your skin,
like a feather misses the wind.
Carrying my soul from place to place
all in a spin,
without destination or control never to waste again.
Everything came so naturally,
Wild and free.
There isn't one thing that I'll miss
but of everything.
Remember when I once said this,
followed by a kiss.
Forever yours I intend,
but that's when the storms rolled in.
Just like that,
the start was an end.
Without no inbetween.
Short time, losted friend.
Missing you over and over,
again and again
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
My Girl loves me despite
What i'm saying?
I'm not too high to realize
What i'm longing.
Too much difference between me and you
I need to take off my wings
I need to pull off my fascinations
I'm insane and my mind losted !
I'm stained around this pain
It's ain't enough.....
Through your sweet smile and round face
Where i'm belonging
I ain't feel alive without my phone ringing
selfish too much 'bout you
Despair but much i needed you
So you can love me much as i can?
To my all questions i ain't go shut up.
So why don't you admit it.
If you did with your choice.
I'm asking !
How far you've given me a space
Do i exist to your life
Do you wishing me right next?
Do you suppose me to kiss?
tight.
Do you suppose me to hug?
Holding me up for a while,
Effortlessly, you'd says don't know!
Had you seen yourself at my place
Although never i'll meant you to feel hurt.
That's all i got instead,
In the name of LOVE.
19/07/19
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Pierced the surface of
Moving life by making
It immobile
Captured it's skin
On the wall
Supported by the
Heartlessness as courage
The whelping innocence
Growing with that hanged skin
Swinging around
Looking around
Hovering around
With joys and laughs
Unaware of the agony
Of that rope of his swing
Nature is destructed
Walls are smirking
Childhood is blinded
With cruelty as bravery
And spring, spring is
Losted forever......
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
I lied
I told you that I love(d) you.
I thought I did.
You are everything I could desire and ask for..
Yet my prayers of a man that would love me ten times more than I would love him, were answered.
An now I despise the curse I have planted on myself.
I am not in love with you, you intrigued me for a while and then you became a burden.
I know I am wrong...
And I apologize..
I used you for attention to distract me from the penitention that I have placed myself in.
Loved and the losted
Pain that is fought
False assumptions of monogamy
When really
I just find you rather...
Comforting..
But now I am stuck in my own quick sand of confusion and thought.
That maybe one day..
You'll be that love that was actually losted
As the days roll on I push myself to love you the way I love my tea..
But you are not intriguing to me
A little less for me
A man with baggage that's way to excessive ..
For me
I just wanted to help you.
Help you to help you heal your own pain because hurt people only hurt other people.
My mother warned me before I dived into this amateur love story.
That love isn't always the medicine for pain..
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
The strong & ghastly storm
confusing the world to be fine same
Boat of woods with an orifice
gravitating towards furious way
The water, water in & out
Drowning is something sure
Before death don't intend to die
Oars in the hand of rower
the inexperienced one, unable
Still, slowly, stir the wooden paper's boat
Worrier doing the unintended slit on skin
Warrior brawling the slitted skin not to stop
Alteration of worrier to warrior
Something the hardest strive
Mind & heart losted hope
Soul the hapless one still struggling
But, Until when??
The span is gathered in few days
Till the last beat witnessing the riot
Between the storms of live created by life
pleasant gift of words strike the heart
Ready to give the tremendous soul
Yet finding self in mist of deface the pious grace and rifting the storms with
withdrawal of soul Ohh!! the innocent one
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
I wish i could take back the words that were said
They hurt more than they should have
Our friendship crashed into the void of silence
For what? For a meaningless object that has little to no value over what was losted
I wish i could rewind time and fix what is now broken
The tears that swell up and the heart break deep in my chest
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC