"magine" poems
*I magine Icarus
C reatively carving his dream
A **** the soft features and
R idges as strong as his beliefs, lays
U nderneath an innocent soul
S tranded in a fantasy.
Icarus
Flying towards the heavens
Embellishing the sky with pearl like wings
Caressing Icarus, soaring passionately.
His own hero in his eyes.
Icarus
Glances up, suddenly hypnotized
By the gleaming sphere of light.
The innocent splash-
Tasting the bitter, revolting sea.
Swallowed whole without notice
With the sound of silence as
Icarus now soars freely with the angels.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
d o you want me to leave you so soon?
r eality can be a deadly thing, do you want to leave this dreamworld?
e scaping me can be hard
a nd loving me, even harder.
m aybe we can live in harmony, me & you
i magine the possibilities.
n othing can replace what we have,
g ot that?
i hope you don't take me to
s eriously, it's all just a game, laugh along.
m y oh my,
y ou really are a freak, lighten up ***** it's just a game.
o nly a crybaby would cry over something so small.
n arcissist ***** you think you're actually doing something great?
l ies are all they tell you, don't feed into their stupid postivity.
y ou're only as good as dust.
e ven as you write your pointless poetry hiding that you're
s cared to be alone,
c rying because you have no friends
a nd living up up in your head all day like a god **** idiot.
p lease, give me a break from your madness
e veryone can see you're just as pathetic as me.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
When I schueezed my-too-paste onto the-bruss
I held my bruss hori-shontally-so
The whole dang-chunk-a-goop fell into the-sink.
I can jus-magine you, your
Eyes woo-glow and you woo-laaaa
And kiss m-forehead and make me fee-as-if
I’m not-ta-idiot
Don’t tell anyone, but I scooped it back up with my finger and put it back on the brush.
Woo-you still kis-me wi sink-tooth-paste-teeth?
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
P eople all
Around the world,
Singing along to the radio;
Screaming along with WCYY!
I love how they play newer music mixed with the classics.
Only on 94.3fm you can hear
Neon Trees to Green Day to Metallica to
Passion Pit to The Lumineers and
Imagine Dragons! CYY is the station
That one needs for life. I am CYY!
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
ugh im bored again and now i have to read
instead i plug up the 360
and there are hundreds of fools online that i am about to beat
BOOM! goes a frag grenade
im dead and now i have to wait
-this is the time that i stop to think
this game is about who see's who first
shoot that motha ***** down
and make em eat the dirt
but this universe is limited to the power of the mind
so i ask the great mirror
to inform me
a tickle or a feeling
when someone on this planet has saw me
so i can turn around
and duck
and take em out
a steady three round burst
his body takes the rounds
and its energy is now inert
a new ability i have found
im not sure how
but i -magine
that there is an electrical signal set off by a person
sent into the network that we all were born in
I let myself be open to its broadcast
and i turn around and put em on his ***
Counter Strike
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
You said that he wasn't better than me. He was different and that was what you needed.......
He doesn't Imagine happiness.
He doesn't gouge out his own skin.
He doesn't overflow with self-pity.
He doesn't dream of having no memory.
He doesn't Avoid mirrors.
He doesn't Miss what it's like to smile.
He doesn't hurt himself with knives.
He doesn't envision life where he doesn't exist
He doesn't lie to everyone around him.
He doesn't pray to have no memory.
He doesn't Scream on the inside when he sees you.
He doesn't Openly hurt what he loves most.
He doesn't Regret almost everything that he has ever done.
He doesn't Realize that he is a terrible person.
He doesn't Yell into the darkness.
He doesn't meet a counselor every week.
He doesn't end his day by crying himself to sleep at night.
......... You were right he is different. And that makes him **** better than me.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
ah... how precious;
i- -magine a twirling
ceramic ballerina
in a music box...
he'll sleep under
the guise of a:
feather...
when all around him,
is...
hurricane.
dear ballerina...
wake me,
for one last care,
to craft a talk...
oh my dear,
dear music box ceramic doll
of tears...
how you sung to me,
in my darkest fears...
there you are twirling...
and twirling... and twirling...
and twirling... and twirling....
and... by now, i must end my
gratitude, to it fathom a
compensate, for another's attention,
assured to be, equal to yours.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
magine the
cotton white clouds
that rest in
royal blue sky
singing verses
before i die
yes the clouds
are singing
their voices
climb high
hear an old Irish tune
O'Danny Boy
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC