"mtn" poems
In a perfect world...they met.
He loved computers, she loved books.
The kitchen was their favourite place though now they eat more of junk.
He said the first "hello", she really didn't say "hi".
Tall, handsome and some more
White teeth, curvy and "very intelligent."
Somewhere in the future they became friends
Intelligent conversations, you'd think they had knowledge.
Cat fights and playful jibes
Unseen glances and pregnant silences
A little bit of sarcasm to spice up the talk
An invite to dinner sealed it up.
A pause, a sigh...uncertain glances
and some hiccups in their once flawless discuss.
An inch to reduce the centimeter long distance between them
"I like you...I more than like you," he said.
She called his bluff off but she didn't sleep well that night.
All the sermons forgotten, she only could remember
The gospel her "liker" preached.
A handful of MTN extracool calls still didn't quench the fire
Something kept fanning the flames.
Finally he gave up on her or did he?
Some serious talk and several quarrels
She decided to "try" him out.
So many things happened, God was watching this "Titanic"
The ship set sail but not before they christened her "relationship".
Oblivious to the massive ice cold danger, they climbed aboard and became passengers.
The voyage was disturbing, turbulent waters and serious storms
Two captains in one closet, they hit their heads too many times.
No destination in mind, they just kep moving like a waving flag.
This titanic crashed and heaven had a field day.
What was left of the movie was take-home memories.
But unlike that Titanic, no casualties were recorded
Only a mind fullof regrets and pain indescribable
Because they forgot the One whose mind is full of them.
But He told you to ask first
He said to you, you'll never lack a mate
So why did you jump ship? His ship.
Why was a relationship more important to you than fellowship?
He loves you still and that's why you have a bleeding heart and not a broken home..
Start all over, this time with Him in the equation.
Bring that man before your Maker
and ask God to put you to sleep
So your "Eve" can be brought out.
The lady, her man and their Maker
The eternal principle for a lasting relationship.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
Wish this was beer in my hand
Instead of mtn dew
So I could semi attempt
To forget about you
s.j.d
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Bottles of carbonation
And bottles of tears,
Bottles of death wishes
And bottles of jeers,
I've bottled all the nasty looks
People've given me over the years.
Now all that's left to get over
Is all of my worthless fears.
Bottles of carbonation sit silently
Humming and buzzing beside me,
Sitting open on my nightstand as I
Avoid conversation with the
Other hundreds of people who try
Desperately to strain to reach
Me before my wounds ooze pus
And blood and Death comes to reap.
Drinks keep me alive through his pain
It now courses through my veins.
It's why I twitch when hearing my name,
One final desperate gasp of breath
Before I succumb to painful death.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
you take the the money i sweat blood for
pry the coins from my starved fingers
shake my pleas from your pant-leg
as you walk away flipping the papers.
i talk endlessly to paralysed specialists
i type to infinity about the injustice of it
i threaten and shout
i worry and budget even tighter
i am the nothingness
greasing the cogs of your profit
with the blood of my suffering
my bones the pillars of your success.
**** you
MTN
I will chain my body
to the doors of your evil abode
and not move untill i am appeased!!
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 2:06 AM UTC
The smell of Abercrombie cologne, apple orchard candles and spearmint gum always bring you back
Some nights I lay and stare at the walls hoping you heard that song on the way home from work and your eyes teared up
The taste of mtn dew and orange chicken bring your face to my thoughts
Most days I dream about your gentle loving touch
Your soft cold fingers gliding down my arms and back
The thought gives me chills
I hope you think of me
And the priceless laughs we shared
My mind will always run back to you
You're all I've ever loved
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Wow sister
What a ride
We really went thru sum wormholes
N took it to the other side
Our time together
Every kind of weather
I guess sumtimes with love its just better
To let it shed
Seems the heart we shared
Cut n Bled
N I can feel it
Dying
Neither of us
Trying
I vyed to keep u
Tried to treat u
Like a deep precious mtn well
We started in heaven
Went thru hell
Now purgatory
Is a boring story
That we will not stretch to tell
I bow to u rainbow pixie *****
N I wish u o so well
I feel like
We really ******* tried
But its wasn't our time
Easy to see
There is no more we
Tho I'll always love u like
A flower loves the sun
Our love always on the run
We were completely in freedom
N now...
We're just done
No more unspoken words
That almost feel like lies
Our love, she got broken
Once sweet clean air breathing
Gripped to choking
Man u we used to be so high
Crashed, burned, wreckage smoking
And now...
Last thing left to say...
Thru the poisonous haze
Is Goodbye
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
I am speaking to my future me.
You love your wife, Adyson.
I know when the demons come back with more force than the last time, this thought enters your mind:
"Divorce your wife, this is unhealthy."
The truth is, you're unhealthy. I know it's raw, but it's the truth. You are too consumed with yourself to even know the difference.
You see, at this close of 2017 you looked to your right and told her:
"I am happy."
See, you're happy because she's the only one you have that truly understands you. How do I know?
Take a good guess, I know you can do it.
I'm guessing there's a good chance that she's feeling exactly the same way, or worse.
You're taking a trip right now. You're stable tonight. Addy is stable tonight. You're driving to Keith's (or writing here on these pages mucking up your handwriting...) to be with your family and friends. Good friends. Going to get ********* and hoping to black out.
And you're blessed to have your soulmatage right next to you, smoking chillum **** and "Natural" American Spirit cigarettes, and sipping on Mtn Dew. It's 2:17am, and you're about to ride the Music Express because it is picking up speed. No sleep for you tonight.
Your mind is not clear. Next time you think to divorce your wife, hold onto that thought, because by doing so, you're giving yourself time. Time is key.
If you feel that you should divorce your wife when you're well enough to have a clear perspective, then maybe you should consider it.
Depression and mixed states will lie to you, insidiously, and without mercy. No mercy.
I'm willing to bet at this point, however, that when your demon is back to sleep, if only for a minute, you'll only have to look to your left while in bed in order to cultivate your prior burning love for her.
For she loves you and you love her ... to death, even beyond your current living death. Rest assured, my good man, that it will end. Just give it time.
Take a break. Go to sleep. Turn off your life for a moment, it'll help. The decision to take your pills is up to you, but consider taking them, too. They will probably help.
Don't forget to hug your wife though.
Good night.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
Just, are like MTN
everywhere you go,
Walking to be ZAIN
a wonderful world,
Want have a VISA
for their passport to
to reach the world,
If they own, a GLO
they will rule
the world
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
Frigid
Slow beginnings
Sped up by a beginner's luck
Damage to the joints
Exhausted ligaments
Ice chip knee caps
Protecting you from a poisonous prayer bed, blinding white
Snow
Blue lips bluer beside pale skin
Pale fingertips; becoming one with the blizzard
We should go
But no,
Up! Heave-ho!
The snow is seeping through my coat
The restlessness of an ugly fate seems to tighten around our numb ankles
I feel like you say it through the roaring
sheets of ice burying us
"We won't be making it back down"
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
Checking the trap lines
Down by the river
The cool Fall air
Sending a slight shiver
There was no doubt about it
Winter was on the way
But he loved the mountain man life
And wouldn't have it anyother way
Living in town
Was out of the question
And brought a grimace to his face
At just the suggestion
An 18th century man
In today's modern time
That made no sense to him
No reason nor rhyme
But to each their own
He lived and let live
Slow to anger
And quick to forgive
With his simple life
He was so content
As just living in nature
His life was spent
The mountain man life
In a little cabin in the woods
For that my friends
I would give up all this world's goods.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC