"niether" poems
Hello, you
I guess you're new
Because anyone with any sense
Would know that crossing me doesn't last
I've dealt with plenty of *******
You're not new and niether are your words.
Eliminating you is easier than drinking water.
Doesn't cost much and takes little time.
Surprised? Well, your grand mistake,
Your extremely stupid move,
Was trying to cross a girl like me
Who has absolutely nothing to lose.
Not for a while, anyway.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
a warrior poet
Reflecting upon thyself
In bed alone visited by someone else
Golden in color niether man nor woman
I was not afraid
With a wave of its hand
Two of me divided and I was transported
To another place
Where all were lost
Lustfull, afflicted; some even possessed
My heart was heavy with echoes
Hopeless is this!
A thunder of words interrupted my doubt
"Yet the worst of these is laughter"
A jester rose from the stone ground
His teeth brilliant white fangs
He whispers to cops and gangs
Judges and jury.
And they scoffed the weak.
Meaning to them was bleak.
Because its power we all seek.
Artform is identified.
And innocence is part of mine.
But also destruction,
Of that jokers function.
The devil is my foe.
And I will not be laid low.
Again. Together;
We win.
He won. he lost. We win.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
I'm a freak.
I don't fit in.
I don't have friends.
I have nightmares.
I write bad poetry that
no one reads.
The scars on my legs spell
"I'm still here."
I don't know who the scars
are talking about.
I get beat up
at school
at home.
I get bad grades because
I don't care.
I can't use public bathrooms
because people can't tell
if I'm a boy
or a girl.
Same with lockerrooms.
I don't talk to people.
I read to escape.
You can find me behind
the stairs at school.
The teachers don't see me.
Niether do my parents.
I wish the kids didn't see me.
I forgot how to be happy.
I'm trying.
Nice to meet you,
I'm Max.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
Leave Me Alone,
I Don't Want To Play,
My Eyes Are Hard As Stone,
Because There So Many Things I Want To Say....
Dear S1
You Can Say It's All My Fault,
Which It Mostly Is,
But I'm Not The Only One To Blame,
Why Do You Look At My Crying Face,
And Look Away,
Looking For The One Who Made My Tears,
Fall Across My Face,
To Take Them Home,
To Drive Away,
But Drop Her Off Again,
To See Me The Next Day,
I Know,
You Love Both More Than Anything In The World,
But Let Me Tell You,
She Is No Perfect Girl,
You Digest Her Lies So Fast,
It's Like You Haven't Eaten For Days,
Just All Of You Leave Me Alone,
And I'll Be On My Way...
Dear S2
You Are Foul,
Wicked,
Twisted,
Stop Popping Into My Brain,
Stop Lingering In My Thoughts,
You've Already Caused Me Enough Pain,
I Hate You,
Because You Hate Me,
I Know Hate Is Indecent,
But I'm Slowly Embracing It,
Because You,
Are The Definition Of Evil....
Stop Prancing In My Dreams,
Stop Tresspassing In My Soul,
I Am Still Really Broken,
I Hope You Know,
But All I'm Asking You,
Is To Leave Me Alone
Dear S3
I Love Your Initals,
That Should Be Your Name,
Because That's All You Ever Say,
Your Real Name Is Poison,
Which Sits Upon My Tounge,
Honestly You Make Me Feel Degraded...
You Make Me Feel Unwanted,
The Way You Can Manipulate People,
Is A Real Gift,
Congradulations,
Well You Still Have The Upper Hand,
I Really Hope Someday,
You Can Just Leave Me Alone
*Am I Really The Only Thing You Have To Talk About? Am I Really Worth All Your Time? Maybe I'm Over Reacting, But I'm Sick Of You And This Is Why... I Might Not Be Perfect, But Niether Are You, So Stop Acting Like It, Your Words Are Making Me Blue, At First I Didn't Really Care, But Now I Do, And This Is What I Want To Say, Leave Me Alone And ***** You*
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
You want to replace me?
fine
I can replace you too
Just watch
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
I smile. I laugh. I frown. I cry.
I do all of these and more.
Some of you can see that and beyond the eye,
An area I still inhale and explore.
Several years ago, I told everyone I had no idea:
Who I am, what I am capable of....
If I follow or not the stereotypical criteria,
Or when I'll fully understand that emotion called love.
To this day, I still have no inkling of it.
I look to those beside, in front, and behind,
And only gain information in the smallest bit by bit,
My eyes water, my smile falls, my heart and lungs grind.
Who am I?
A young African-American woman?
What else do you see in my physical eye?
Asain-American? Caucasian?
Indeed I am all of these and more.
This genetic make-up is my own.
But you probably don't see my pleas:
Will I still not know, even when time is grown?
How much time do I have?
Self-actualization seems so far,
Yet so close now that my line is almost in half.
Is my mentality up to par?
Perhaps all that people know most is my mask,
I'm sure they have all seen, smelt, and touched
That casket that makes breathing such a complex task.
Indeed, it is so easy to gain and manipulate trust,
But don't think i have toyed with it yet,
Or even ever, because I crave that social acceptance.
What human doesn't feel that crave at least once to whet?
Patience. Patience. Patience.
Do I have that for you?
Do I have that for me?
Hah, niether. I have no patience for those two;
But that area is where my mask has wealth.
Forgive me for this length,
And the tears on this middle binding.
I say some know me, lies, you know less than an eighth,
And I just love that caring look in your eyes when we're bonding.
I thought I knew.
I thought, I was sure, I believed it was gone...
I am back with no answers not even a few,
But I can ask questions until dawn.
What more can I say to you?
There really is no reason to frown.
I am the poet, I am the rebel,
I am the student and the slacker,
I am the depressed girl who fell.
I am the cutter, I am the life-taker,
I am the raver and the intellectual,
I am the middle child of three.
I am the dreamer, I am the casual,
I am the fight and the one who flees,
I am all of these and more.
And yet, i still don't know who or what I am.
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
A waterfall of tears find it's way to my cheeks
Forever engraving its trail to become
A stream.
A wipe of the eye won't turn it dry.
Niether cup or bucket could hold my amount
Of tears. The tears I shed
Keep running endlessly. They gather in a puddle
I'm determined to drown
In my tears....
I search for a shoulder to cry on, to form a river. So I roll myself into a ball and just fall.
I take a breath..
I drown in my tears and my life is gone, my heart no longer has feelings
For it no longer beats
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
It's only when your alone do we forget what a true pain in the *** people tuely are.
Maybe for some it's just missing waking up next to warm body your face burried deep within her hair.
Others may be something altogather different and for others it is a true friendship far beyond a cheap **** it's the laughter i miss.
Thoose moments I took for granted i guess it's just her I miss.
It was nine years of hell mixed with touches of heaven.
I had tried to erase the memorie with gallons of ***** and cheap flings
Forgettible faces *** can be empty at times and can do more dammage than we know.
The bar that sits only a few paces from her door is still there.
The places all the same yet they seem cold as I am no longer welcome there
Or was it just me and a paranoid refletion.
portsmouth is a strange place indeed where on one side of the street are people sitting outside in the summer sipping cocktails eating overpriced meals.
and right across the street people wait in line at the soup kitchen.
niether group looks towards the other like the old color lines during the times in america we'd all like to forget guilt is a ***** indeed.
Still no matter the problems in this world it always goes back to are own simple lives why you may ask?
Cause we cant solve the worlds problems and thoose who belive they can seem.
to have this habbit of always getting shot.
So here I sit in thumpers the local yuppie bar I used to look at from her window.
the view was a lot better from her place but the drinks are a lot better here.
Do I miss her?
Yes.
Will I knock on her door tonight and beg her for her love like some desperate love struck fool?
No. I just sit here get drunk talk to some woman and if I'm lucky get laid close my in the mist of passion and pretend it's her.
Maybe I'm a coward but I'm also a man and we all need that contact even if for only for one night.
If only I could reverse that view maybe then I'd just sit there and remember just what a pain in the *** she was.
And rememeber why I'm in this goddamed bar to start with.
So I'll drink to her in my seat by the window underneath the neon sign.
And pretend that my life was misery with her so I can stand this crap i'm living now.
Women are the worst drug you'll ever know.
But ****** there fun and I'll die befor I leave em alone.
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 12:43 AM UTC
Home.
It's more than a word or single place.
Niether building nor house could capture such a definition.
Home.
I've never thought of it or explored the various denotations.
Never have I inquired into the multiple connotations.
Home.
Homesick I've wandered...
So lost... So confused...
Home.
The realization came clear and loud.
It rang out against the bleak road I stood upon.
Home.
It's the feeling of safety, of security.
The idea of warmth and happiness.
Home.
The dweling of love and joy, this place is within and all around.
It radiates brighter than any star.
Home.
I found it once upon a time, this place so rare.
I found it waiting.
Home.
I laid upon clouds and soared through heaven, in that time.
That time I spent in my
Home.
I only experienced that settled "this is right, meant to be" feel-
Once and in that time, my
Home.
Now I'm homeless and alone.
And love, well, it walked out without any mercy on my heart.
Home.
A distant memory...
So far away from this barren, desolate place.
Home.
Where is my home?
Well, that is quite a depressing tale. So in short
Home-
It's you.
Home.
Your warm arms, your sweet smile,
Your bright eyes, your soft touch, your silky voices...
Home.
My heart, my soul, my love all reside in your care.
You.
Home
You are my home.
Home.
I've been homeless and alone because you are my
Home.
A distant memory because you are my
Home.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
i love you
with welling emotions that pour over my cup
i dont question these feelings
niether do they waver to another persons
but i question wether it will be returned
this feeling towards you
i also doubt you'll be happy
with the future that's in our presence
i dont know wether we'll die together
or be torn apart by faith
i love you the most
but is it enough to bend worlds
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
The chaffed red thighs of the streetwalker
And darting yellowed eyes of the nervous talker
Do not meet in this celibate exchange
This strange therapy in a musty room
No thrusting hips or sweaty faces loom
Niether dips down or drips above the other
With weight of body or intent that smothers
No sound of slapping skin
She punches in the clock
Sits, looks, listens
He licks his chewed lips
And in the light they glisten
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 12:32 PM UTC
Two clowns with tremendous feet
stacked upon each other
one a miniature of the other
these clowns have diminutive heads
plump bodies
pieced together
monstrous feet out sizing their legs
pigeon-toed outwards
with a big toe the size of a meatball
both have screaming faces
eyes set atop their heads
without eyebrows- but it's not unnatural
ether floats off the larger clown on the bottom
radiating from the knee and the torso sides
and shoulders
the larger built like a body builder
with massive shoulders
and a v-torso
the diminutive clown has massive ears and
skinny arms facing outwards with hooked fists
on rollerskates
the anger spewing from the larger lower clown
is parodied on the upper's face
they are both men
both squat, human
made of circles
nothing is a straight line in their make-up
niether naked
nor clothed
it doesn't matter
these clowns represent nothing
they simply are; they are in the world
but where, I can not say.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
...---*---...
**Don't write me ******* poetry**
*
The love that helps a knight traverse a mountain
Yeah,
well you don't have the words for that
the passion that curls toes
just doesn't sound the same when you describe it
'nice'
is not a romantic word
niether is
'I wanna **** you'
but the way you
do it;
yeah...
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
A note slid underneath my door.
How marks on a page can crush the heart worse than
steel breaks the bone.
The oceans tide has come to take me away.
I dove twice as deep.
In laughter apon the first.
In regret of that which I could not grasp.
Glimmers of light lost in the waters depth cast
so far away.
Missed lines the old sometime must think young.
I found hope on nothing's promised embrace.
A ring of lies one moment of truth.
Remember me for times I can no longer attend.
Troubles untold sometimes outside is easier than
A insiders view.
The cards werent right and thoose at the table
knew a jokers laugh was a far off cry.
No words can be spoken in the emptyness
of loss for which there is no return.
A shore apart a heart jaded but always true.
no blame is to be placed for a road must surely
one day end.
The words read last a souls release.
The tide must always kiss the sea.
A city of emptyness reflects all that is left
inside of me.
Stay as was my plea.
Crazy how could anyone truley know the madness
that is seldom understood by even me.
Words apon a page ive traded ink for life blood
of my soul.
I left the note unread.
As spiders cast webs woven of time.
Cold as the peace final rest to torment.
That is the barbwire within my head.
It was time for a much overdue rest.
A co writter in life is better than apon the page.
Niether is my path no hope as the clock
points to a dark hour shadows have returned to stay.
Heaven was mine for a moment.
Hell is more my style I guess.
As in stories and legends im already on my
way.
Voices all speak within there own key.
Torment, addiction and isolation.
Are all thats left of me.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 10:48 AM UTC
Traction,
It's keeping yourself on the alloted trail,
Like a group of spikes pertruding from your hiking shoes.
Hidden underneath bleak chances to run off course,
There is traction.
Ascension,
It's the higher sense of letting go,
Like a swell from the waters of slightly unsecured mentality.
Stationed right above the need for grounding.
There is ascension.
Illumination,
It's the spurt of clarity, intense maturity,
Like a smith of fine silver, molding his first ring.
Seeing what might be, and generating the material.
There is illumination.
Perfection,
Its understanding the material is but a spec of truth.
Like something without beginning,.. without end.
Immortal, appearing mortal,
But, sincerely niether
There is perfection.
That is what you are.
I am.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
"Do you guys have a thing?"
no
at least not what you mean by that
but yes
we do
have a thing
called friendship
"Did you guys have a thing?"
did you think
now that I moved away
my answer would change
niether of us
ever wanted anymore
than our thing
called friendship
"Don't you miss your thing?"
I do
miss our thing
called friendship
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
What's really the cause of its arrival:
"it"'s questions.
"I"'m music.
I'm the part where words are said
that's to say not sung.
The context of my head's no more object than thought.
We'll take a while to talk about it.
Assuming "it", "talk", and "we" are any realer than the words within them.
If not then flesh, now you've eaten.
This is where it becomes convoluted.
uuuuhhhh
Is its own stanza
this "uuuuhhhh"'s in your voice in your head now.
In or outside,
your heads still a part of it strange enough.
Out or inside,
my hands still a part of it strange enough.
strange enough
my hands outside or in "it".
"it"'s been explained.
I want "you" to picture"me" holding a rock to the sun
asking why neither are thirsty.
"you" want "me" to be a rock in a picture of the sun,
"you" don't need to ask to be thirsty,
"i"m niether.
Water and a handful of pennies
makes a mouthful for a moment.
Last nights moment's a *** of coffee in my mouth,
told to self I really was trying to sleep.
How many "you"s in this poem's really "you" "you"'ve asked.
I'll say so much as to know the answer's the sun,
that said that still I'm not sure.
How many "I"'s in this poem's really "I" "I"'ve asked.
You'll see so much as to guess the answers: under pain of death.
That's your words, my head.
Set your things on top of me,
I'm auditioning for the part of a table made from a different table .
I've played the part of the one who built it.
Neither move.
Lines please.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
They said curiosity was the urge of the generation
I for myself, can hardly beg to differ
It was Friday
Austin was moist
there were raindrops all over my tyres
I drove on in an enchanting madness
I was alone there when I got there.
There were some of you
whom I thought I knew
but I actually didn't.
I felt amongst friends
Then the familiarity of some emotions
struck me
those emotions, that once and for all,
is beyond race, ethnicity and national origin.
You were mesmerized, but
people from your country are supposedly known
for nonchalance and indifference.
He had something for you
But niether did you know
nor did I
what would be true
if I were him.
Could we go back to the shades of the past
Could we disappear in black and in white
so that you would look beautiful
and I your gaunt lover.
I came back after pausing a moment to wonder.
You and him, tap danced away.
It was exhilirating for me
to watch all the excitement
and yet surprisingly not being a part of it
always forgotten
always uninvited.
But then I was invited somewhere
I became the face of the crowd
But then you called.
The rain didn't stop .
It poured and poured.
We chatted, briefly.
You became silent on the other end of the phone.
I waited on this end.
The rain kept pouring and pouring.
A thunder rolled.
I kept waiting for Saturday morning.
I watched the rain from pools,
streams, rivers of connected waters
washing away everything
from the window of my room
a window that I seldom open.
Saturday came unknowingly.
The rain had stopped.
It had left its scent.
I watched the branches of moss laden trees
and wondered.
A cold wind blew towards me.
© Nothing Personal. Feb 18 2012.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
I don't blame you
niether do I blame them
I don't blame history
though they are a scandalous
trend
I don't blame friends
niether I my family
but sometimes
my finger keeps poking on the enemy
I don't blame my job
cause my man yelps after I draw out his honey
I don't blame the government
for conspiracy theory and force of democrocy
But I can't seem to understand the not knowing of the ****** of Pac and Biggie
o_O
I don't blame God but I guess I am in total shame of denile
Politics are an excuse for judgement on oneself when all we need to do is get up off our donkey ***** and get a job.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Love has happened, It has been exchanged
This is the place to live and die
These arms; these paths
Where would this trickster go leaving them behind
My heart may be innocent, it may be a rebel
But tell me love; will we be together or not
Changing colours in each lifetime
We blossom the behind the curtains of dreamland
We are travelers on the path of love
We'll meet again as time goes by
The heart calls out when someone falls in love
Say something, my darling
Now there's a pain in my heart
I'll build a house infront of your's, even if it's inadequate
I wish someone would love me even if it's a lie
My Prince Charming with the beautiful steed
So what if the world calls me a Barbarian
You flit from place to place, so my heart calls out "Yahoo"
With stars wrapped around you
G-D I bow to you
Niether thorns or stones can hurt us, no matter what the world does
My partner for life, the Prince of my dreams
This journey is a beautiful one
People will always comment, don't listen to them
All I want is peace to my heart; pray that I get it
Oh heartache; agonies of the heart
I want to show the world, I'm not less than anyone
I have to show you that; that's ny promise
To me you are my moon, sun and stars
My heaven and Hell, and my sky
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
In years gone passed I have failed to mention
A lovely boy of Blue eyes Dark hair
Deep soul to bare
He is my friend Have I failed to mention
There's no body like him
He is tall and trim with a infectious laugh and shiny grin
He is niether here nor there of where I have been
But he is beautiful to all once you've laid eyes on him
He lives NY but when the moon is blue
You'll see the shadow of a boy I once knew
Now he's a man of special occasions
Like theatrical ones have I failed to mention
He can sing like a bird and charm a bee
Make me feel embrassed when he's looking at me
Someday that man will get married
And I don't know when that will be
All I know is that he is beautiful to me
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
7 years
Feels like 7 days
Everything you want to remember
Fades
Everything you want to lose
Stays
Not all memories come back
And niether do days
there were good days and bad days
Time won and time waste
Time slow and time haste
There was love won
And love lost
Sacrifies with and without a cost
Things gained and things lost
But in the most
The world never stops
It stands up
Sits down
Turns around
And then hops
All the clothes that you wore on a special day
Never mattered anyway
The books mattered a lot
Hope gos a long way
Faith even longer
The power that my mother had
Made me even stronger
So don't be mad or have sorrow
If I'm not here tomorrow
Because love made me stronger
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC