"makeing" poems
your hart is like a star
shining so bright
hiding behind all the light
imagene what you would be
not what you could be
makeing all the haids tern round
dont you here that soud
some peaple brack peaples harts hopes and dreems
well at least that what it seems
well what do i know im gust the girl in the back row
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
the pope asked me what i really belived in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten.
you know what i told him?
wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin?
i said that my holy book is read by the perfact way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed,
when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head.
i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think,
ill pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love.
the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the rhods we take and lines we cross just to hold echother near. and at the end of this congregation i promise ill see you soon my dear.
you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me,
on the red platos of navajo, honey bees makeing a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow.
so yeah i know its a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see thats just what i wanna be. babe.
and so my soul is saved with every touch from you.
preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death theres nothin left
but all that holy love we share.
so i told the prest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and evry single holy ghost who was there, that im in love with this girl and i dont give a **** what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straigh and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they belive will work on somone such as me.
and THATS how i got excommunicated
thankyou
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Red is the colour that reminds I am alive,
That my heart beats against my will,
That despite this numbness and darkness and stillness-
I am not dead.
Red is the colour that reminds me of valentines,
That screams love and passion and forever,
That despite whispering lies and hate and short memories-
I am loved.
Red is the colour that reminds me of anger,
That defens and blinds me,
That despite building up and staying and makeing a home-
I am calm.
Red is the colour that means STOP.
It tells me to STOP pretending,
To STOP being calm,
It tells me to STOP being what I am not.
Red is the colour that means many things.
Red is dangerous.
Hateful.
Angry.
Loving.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Beads off sweat rolling down your face from the pleasure your getting makeing my heart race your skin smooth as silk rubbing against me screaming please baby please be mine the ecstasy the passion there is *** in the air as I start to RIP off your underwear kissing lower and lower until your grab the sheet you let out a moan it sounds so sweet you scratch my back as I go deeper in time the room starts to spin I look into your eyes and give you the cheeky grin I come in close to your ear whispering get ready my dear I grab your arms tie them to the bed and start kissing down your body not missing a bit as I get lower I look up to your eyes while kissing your inner thighs I'm in charge now baby remember you whisper yes sir as I start to use my toung it starts to stir you scream out my name as I get faster begging please let me ****** master I give you permisssion as you moan so loud
You make master very proud
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
we think that angels are such wonderful and whole creatures
and as humans it is only in our nature to look up to them; to be as they are and achieve such perfection that we are mistaken for something
ethereal and otherworldly
with pale complexions and flowing golden hair, wings fluttering in the wind makeing us forget every single worry we have had,
every single sin we committed,
and every heart that we broke,
because we'd be perfect,
and when you obtain such beauty people overlook all your evils and
wrongs
as their pupils dilate and their hearts race
at the mere glimpse of you
but little do we know that in truth, angels don't have it easy,
they too, view their reflections as unclean and wrong
and spend all eternity, which they hold in between their feeble fingertips, scrubbing away at invisible dirt
until their wings are broken,
silk robes torn at the seams and covered in blood,
and the once-enchanting figures collapsed on the concrete,
drunk on rose-water and
half-hearted apologies
I guess in that aspect, you are just like an angel.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
I'm scared of makeing mistakes.
Scared of trying
The big amount of time it takes,
To get back from depressing.
I don't even want to start,
To begin makeing better.
Everything is already black,
Why should it be matter?
It's so hard to see those,
Who share hugs with each other.
The life is closed,
For me with a horrible problems.
When I see her being,
All I can do is nothing.
As much as I'm trying,
I leave myself suffering.
Dreams just exploded,
Like all others did.
The Gods were bored,
They got rid... of me...
They spitted me out.
Out of everybodie's happiness room.
They've chosen me to go down.
I desserved this, I assume.
Falling through dark place.
There is no vissible end.
It's just useless chase,
Me and nothing - my best friend.
I thought there is no possibillity,
To over the endless night.
I realised that I have an ability,
To release myself and die...
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
greedy people god have no
time for you.
when someone wealthy
he love the poor.
he or she share the wealth.
to help the poor the sick.
greedy people don't care
people
not even poor nor sick.
they only care about makeing a buck.
to feed hunger for wealth.
by hurting people making
sick, gain there wealth.
THIS WRONG!!
I'AM SORRY !!!
one should be please to help
the poor sick in world .
not harming people
for wealth.
alway help the sick an poor
in life that are job to people
the best we can.
'YOU HEAR THAT GREEDY ONE'S''
god love people that help the poor.
so start something new .
to bring endless joy to people life.
by shareing an care for human life
an human rights.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 5:11 AM UTC
Alone, a word that echoes
in the empty abyss of my heart.
Reverberating in my soul
And bouncing in the emptyness of my skull
Where my mind should be
But I lost it
When I lost you
And a abyss formed in your absence.
A abyss that gets bigger with each day.
Makeing the echoing more prominent
Louder each time I think it.
alone
Alone
ALone
ALONe
ALONE
Alone fills the abyss
And the abyss will consume me
So by the end of the day
Alone is all I'll be.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Hello there.
Are you still here?
I can hear you.
where did you go?
Hello there?
is that blood all around?
ARE YOU OKAY?
why aren't you makeing any sounds?
I'm scared now...
come out please.
Where did all the lights go?
please come out. i'm so scared now?
why are you playing games?
Hello There?
Please answer me..
did you die?
Did i die?
Is this me?
Hello there...
please answer...
....
....
....
To be continued...
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
It the fox to find a den
The raven to a bow it's home
The shrew to dig into the earth
And the trout to freeze below
The ice the snow
The months from sun
With peace i make the dark
And dark so early every day
Drawn and ugly grey
Be it by a God the hazy
Still waking to the lazy
Of the so much he to do
But mostly very little
But with the will to follow through
To makeing him a a man
And man to make a flame of such
of Oppenheimer's warning
I have now become as death
And the cool of Earth's command
So to cooling was to warmth
The march into the spring
The step into the light
The blossoms april brings
The waking of the things that sprout
The children of a forest Stout
Pine and oak speak to each other
But of this work god i do doubt
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
So it's been a year,
And what can I say,
Pictures and words,
But I can't see you today.
If I could say something,
It would be like this,
This one is for you,
The beauty I miss.
When we first met,
We just saw the cover,
We didn't turn the pages,
But I knew you wearn't like any other.
Now we have finished the chapter,
I have found many things deep inside,
I'll keep you safe from the depths,
Far past my death if I die.
I want to say thank you,
For leading me to the light,
For always being there for me,
And makeing me your knight.
I love you,
Yours,
I'll always be. X
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
I was so confused by the beatings:
was it that I missed HIM, or was it the passion love we used to make
He never complained untill he moved past me
I know I coudn't complain, but sheesh, you should've seen this comeing
I told that to myself all the time
untill I mistankenly took the last blood of my pulse out of my body
All it took from him was to act so agressive, beatings and makeing me curse to promises
Letting people down took my troll of pills, knives, and scissors
Couldn't take the last drop, just had to hear from him that he actually cared or "I LOVE YOU"
My life was shaken, and taken away by someone so beautiful, but yet mysterious
My pure beating blood, took it's place as a last withdraw of poker and cards
I couldn't and didn't gamble my feelings towards how I felt, but how I saw things through my own eyes with Him
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
I'm scared, that my bones start chilling up against my ribs, and everything feels out of place. I wonder as I look upon your glares, if you start feeling the same pain and regret on what your past was like between two people like us.
The beast is very compelling between wisdom and despice, yet again mysterious and worth while. It's hard to put into words, that I feel uncontrollable and unpredictable with the words that come to mind that come out without a sence of time.
The power of tingling sences, of overpowering love makeing, will allways surround how I, as a person, comprehends the feelings of torture with not physical fetures, but just the way you put the words together like a hard hearted child, who mistakes of the feeling of "Love", with hatred and disorders that are not diseases to the body, but to the mind itself.
Even though you have become the beast, the beast of controlling and pills of withdraw, I can tell, deep inside, that you are very honest and thriving to what is yet to come to the world of vocbulary and words that can not describe how fondumental and focusable syllables, that contrest between two opposite people that have the same feelings, but, still afraid to show it in opposite ways.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
My fear inside...
Rips through my flesh.
It's brings my deamons right out of my chest.
I can hardly breath.
My hands start to shake.
I wish I could get out of theses chains.
My hearts beating fast.
I have no escape.
Please God ,someone help me.
I can feel it, this dismay.
I'm up on stage.
Everyone can see me.
I can hear them,
they are all talking trash.
Makeing me feel like a discarded ash.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
There's a monster that lives in my head
He taunts me and teases
Draining the colour from the day
Makeing every sound so loud and close
Engulfing and suffocating
He tells me the world is against me
And my friends all hate me
That I'm a burden and ruin the fun
The monster twists inside my head
Making me dizzy and faint
He repeats everything I say and do
Convincing me that it's all wrong
Convincing me that I've upset people
And offended
He tells me stories from years ago
Stories about me
Stories that I should be ashamed of
Making me worry about the past, present and future
When he's at his worst
He makes everything blur
My heart beats out of my chest and I can't breath
He's strangling me and my legs give way
My hands no longer work and I can't speak
I feel defeated
But I won't let the monster win
Fighting him to catch my breath
To slow my heart
I wont give in
I'm stronger than he is
I wont let him **** the colour out of every moment of everyday
I'll push away the clouds he creates
Maybe he'll never die,
but I'm sure as hell he won't win!
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
It is what it is
Im just tired of all the ******** and the diss
Believe me i get upset when i miss
The only eacape to my bliss
The **** that makes my money swim like fish
I've always felt this way
Just never knew what to say
Im just to scared to get put away
7 days of the week all hrs of the day
They just creep on me
Speaking sweetly
Or makeing me insane
Cant speak for myself
Its that *****
She needs to be tamed
And im done shes almost home
Dope sweet dope
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC