"mello" poems
Dear Light,
I can't imagine a world without you! It'd be very dark.
You're so Near to the end, and you've been working so hard. You should be more Mello, some would **** for your abilities.
On an unrelated note, have you heard R.E.M. recently? I love them to death! You should try them, even if you don't have an eye for that sort of thing.
I'll love you till the end,
-Misa
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
when the world,
was much younger
and i was a stupid-crazy
girl-ly-chick, enamoured
with her youth.
i drove, a sunshine,
lemon, yellow bottomed, white pith on top combi van. coyly, cloyingly named Mello Martha.
it was...surfboards and swimsuits,
egg and bacon sangers,
early morning breezes,
after a blitz at the breadbox.
before... changing into
the structured, tortured baby, bank teller blues,
in the back,doors left open.
it was... rockin, knockin,
*** on credit,
to a promised future,
alluded to, but postponed,
for the moment.
it was... bruised back and
grazed knees,
harder, deeper oh god!
oh god! please... faster, fucken frenzies,
on a saturday night.
it was....running away to nowhere,
to find myself,
then finding me,
running away from,
the self i didn't want to know.
noway, nowhere, nohow.
it was... a barrel of monkeys, a barrel of laughs,
a keg of beer,
a box of wine,
under the crowded stars.
it was.... a roadtrip,
up the coast,
midnight bonfire,
midnight munchies,
playing hunches,
exploring reefs and reefers and such.
it was...far from family
and church rules,
a friendly rebellion,
of loud, proud youth.
totally and brazenly,
uncouth
it was... wham! and m.j.
cindy and boy george's culture club ,paperlace,
billy idol and the beach boys.
sung with abandon,
at spinal tap level eleven.
it was... peaceful, quiet, sleeping grace.
insanely in love with...
i forgot his name.
it was.... the birth of bodaciously me.
all brass hair and bosoms,
wild and carefree.
it was ....so long ago,
it was... yesterday night,
when i saw... Mello Martha's identical twin,
stopped at a traffic light.
it was... sunshine and lemon, bitter and sweet,
as she sailed off, down the street.
i sat and watched,
wist, full of recollect,
far and away, from my presently minded place...
sitting in, the driver's seat,
of my mom-blue subaru.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Bobby brown came down
And let me have a smoke
Talkin bout the rave scene
I don't want to go
He handed me a monkey
Eat your scooby snack
We walked downtown
To solid ground
To hear the cats meow
Yellow lights flash
In
And out
He threw me for a loop the loop
When he took me underground
But the chemical well-being
Kept me safe and sound
The lights were heaven
The dark was heaven
The lips were heaven
The sound
Like a million *******
Gave you the chillies
Don't wink or kiss the ground
One girl
Two girl
Three girl four
I don't dance
Not in this trance
A corner captain loud
I could see from my perch
In the corner of earth
That the ladies liked the beat
But I'm just a boy
In a room of noise
Looking for some sleep
I met billy the kid
With his nose full of ****
And his mouth leaking neon blue
His girlfriend
Sid had less hair than me
But her smile was sure right on for sure
I could tell in a hurry
That her mind wasn't blurry
Someone I could try talking to
She said
It may twenty third
Flipped me the bird
I was trippin or tripper I think
I loved her white skin
As it flashed in the din
Her black nails like daggers were sound
She pointed the nails
At like five different rooms
Telling me about working parts
There you've got boys who dance to the noise
Like techno party new
You have does over there
Flowers and hair
Rolling hard before midnight dream
Two glasses of water
A tab of the blotter
And I was gone before ten thirty three
I lost bobby brown
To the tongue of the crowd
The speakers spoke
I have a dream
The crowd all
Cheered
But sound like a herd
Of a thousand white horses
Coming after me
Blue licks
Red licks
Light trips
My heart
I closed my eyes
For a minute of time
Electrons falling apart
I was thirsty and worried
I left in a hurry
Your brain looks like this on drugs
But when I looked at my phone
To see about the time
It's only midnight o clock
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
the coke machine
up on the hill,
the hill it’s been on
for forty years or
more,
reads in angry red
letters:
SOLD OUT
the coke
the diet coke
the sprite
the fanta
and
the mello yellow
too
all gone
but it still begs
for your dollar
fifty
even though
it can’t give you
anything back
the forty year-
old coke machine
up on the hill
is sold out
but it’s still thirsty
and so are
you
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 3:01 PM UTC
I use my brains, i imagine.
Express my passion, in a heavily fashion.
Wonder 9 times. Just let me think, i have ideas.
I dwell on the subjects of life, and i love to tell my side of the story,
inside of the story.
I make lines in space, and i leave ‘em there.
If you don’t see them.. blink.
Double think.
People think with their mind, but i think with my pen.
Heart is the treasure of my chest.
The fat struggles i have make results, so my feet are to balance.
Heal my legs.
Jesus Walks.
Night time, if i sleep, is another way my eyes rejuvenate.
In the kitchen i just keep making, but you can’t dream what im cooking.
Various pace. I said it all with my face.
Hello..
Stay mello.
You’re keeping yourself in God’s theater; made of liquid velcrow.
When i write, it takes me to reality, but i travel through fiction.
Visuals of a railroad in invisible trains of thought.
All love.
It’s the only time my soul appears, trees with secrets and fears.
Experience is energy, i transfer it so readily.
Tick for tock, im patient so steadily.
Words i engrave in the air.
It’s never my hands.
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 9:52 AM UTC
*let us laugh hystaricaly
when we see with clarity
how ****** up it's become
from all the things we've done*
burned from the inside out
we never heard the shouts
were they real?
can he heal?
how lost is he?
did he choose to be?
*let us laugh hystaricaly
when we see with clarity*
swirls in her mind
answers she cant find
shes crumbling
peices tumbling
can we fix her now?
would we know how?
*how ****** up it's become
from all the things we've done*
i'm not the same me
different insanity
meddicate
to allievate
the confusion
from my delusions
mello, manic
low, or panic
*let us laugh hystaricaly
when we see with clarity
how ****** up it's become
from all the things we've done*
let us fracture and break
when all they do is take
how did it get like this
from glory to ****
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
Looking up at sea level
Daydreaming the highest low
White horses trample capriciously
Beating panic in mello brine
Choke down to realize
You're your own demise
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Sitting in silence wrapped in thought
Thinking of what could have been and what was.
Being distraught over the mistakes you've made in life, some few, many most.
Yet the bitter sweet melancholy of life continues, without giving you a second thought.
But here I am, still going deeper into the rabbit hole that are my thoughts.
Some hate the silence, the thought of being alone, for it shows who you really are.
Maybe abit of gratitude for where you are, a change in attitude here and there, an appreciation for the solitude, will get you there. -Akash De Mello
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
My lullaby is a dream song so sweat, dreaming of a night with a man laying on nothing but satin sheets. Red rose peddles on the bed leading a path to a hot bubble bath... with scented red candles with a aroma that makes your love buds swell...
Mello music plays in the back with champagne bubbling in the glass... you take me by the hand and say let me lead the way... your body dark chocolate, your hair black with deep waves, your eyes so seductive ********** me in every way... I'm just ready for you to just touch me so my lullaby can begin to play...
Baby oil soft water is what you bathed me in so sweet... dried me off really gentle then swept me right off my feet, carried me to the candle lit room where you laid me upon the satin bed... you rubbed lotion on me and began to kiss softly and whispered do you trust me, if so dnt be scared..
My body motion gave in without hesitating as I allowed you to take me to another world I closed my eyes and thought about nothing but sweet nothings and enjoyed the moans from my perfect but oh so needed lullaby...
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
Even a blind man could see
That you belong with me
And this knowledge would even make any fool wise
Each time I look into your eyes
I get so soft and mello inside
Upside down is the way you touch my heart
And every day I feel the same
Sunrise to sunset the very best is coming yet
My love will faithfully remain
Don't ever want this romantic spark
Out of my grasp
Want to always walk beside you
And make these feelings last
You know that some people only get that one chance
I believe we can be together
Despite stormy times on life's trying seas
Baby I 'll always believe in the strong love ahead
For you and me
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC