"nobodys" poems
Nobodys perfect
Nobodys special
Nobodys amazing
Nobodys beautiful
Nobodys gorgeous
Nobodys spectacular
Nobodys perfect
But YOU're perfect to me
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
"i love you"
doesn't mean a god **** thing, if you spit it down the throat of 20 different girls one night, then get home and plant yourself beside me
"i love you"
i can smell the betrayal on your shirt and taste the **** in your mouth
you ain't nobodys angel
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Heartbeats, breaths.
We're finding ourselves
Somewhere here
In the nothingness of our existence.
Are we nothing,
Because we are nobodys?
Or are we something,
Because we're a part.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Four walls to the room im in
Plastered white, no sun showing in
this place is my mind
these walls i paint
with memories that define
things not let go
feelings not left behind
Theres no exit
no windows
no escape
these four walls make up the prison i make
not to keep me in
but you out
Cant keep dealing with all this doubt
I'd like to think it happened out of love
awoken from a dream
it wasnt what it seemed
I feel in love with what couldnt be
Cant fight anymore
cant take the heartache
too many tears shed
in your wake
I cant take this torment
i stop myself
if your reading this
im not quite myself
but while im in this state
ill use this perspective well
Love is sacred,
trust is as well
Dont give it unless
you can be true to yourself
Fulfill your promises
it isnt that hard
CHOOSE what you want
and play the part
Dont tease me,
Take me for granted
Im worth more than that
I DESERVE to be cherished
Nobodys second choice
im taking my stand
If you dont come willingly
then i guess
ill see you in another land
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
It was a pleasure to see you again
Bulldog jawed with that wide fat ***
I wanted to tell you that I used to
Fantasize about you
Your dark flowers covering
My chest
As I feasted like a black bee
Like a disgusting butterfly
On you hair
I feasted again at the party
Last night
There is something about you
Some kind of dumb innocence
Shining from unraped eyes
That I wish I could return
To my heart
And we talked again and I really tried
To pretend to care
And I saw you frown at me when
They said "Better take it easy on the
Beers Ray..."
**** I'm fine, this us only the 7th...
Or 8th..."
"Wait til he gets 2 more in him,
************* crazy!!!"
"Really?" You asked
You looked down at the empty green
Glass and
I looked as well
I saw all the light in the room cram
Itself into those bottles
Then I scoughed
And decided the party was getting
Dull
I had to hijack it
Somebody said
"Ray, tell the story about when you
And your ex were at the hotel for your anniversary"
"Well...shit. She said 'ooooh baby, your **** is so big!' and I said 'yeah, biggest you ever had baby?' And she said 'well...no....the biggest I ever had was like 12 inches.'
And I was sore as hell about it
So we started arguing and she started crying and I just sat there drinking a jug of Carlo Rossi all night."
And everybody at the party laughed
And you couldn't believe I would say
Something like that
Then you asked "Ray, what size shoe
Are you?"
"11"
"False advertisement" you said.
Then I started screaming
"Hey! It's A DECENT SIZE, ILL PULL MY **** OUT RIGHT NOW, I DONT GIVE A ****
And I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans
And some laughed
and the party hosts looked concerned
And I saw a scared fascinated and
Disgusted look in your eyes
"LETS GO TO THE BATHROOM, ILL SHOW YOU, NOBODYS EVER COMPLAINED ABOUT IT"
And I rambled on and on
And cleared the whole room again
Anyways,
It was a pleasure to see you again.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
People catching up to date
They were out at the weekend on a date
It was so much fun, everyone rushing to relate
Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
It's Nobodys favourite day
Is it because it's the furthest from the weekend
Or because it's the nearest to the weekend
Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
Work to live, Live to work
I know which I prefer
I'd prefer if Mondays were replaced with another day
That way I could stay home and play
Busy, busy, busy
Chatter, chatter, chatter
Now I work a Tuesday and it just isn't the same
I miss the Monday morning chatter by the kettle
Catching up after the game
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Angels are crying
as i stand on the edge of this bridge
i pray that i have the guts
maybe i shouldnt
but what am i living for?
nobodys there
nobody will stop me
but still my heart sputters
a beat that doesnt sound right
but i hurt so much
everydays a struggle
i fight back the suffering
choke back my cries
i look in the mirror
a face undeserving of
happiness
trying to hold myself together
trying to hold them together to
wish i could cut these suffocating strings
wrapped around me
binding me
chaining me
here
wish i could spill everything im feeling
but the words dont exist
i wish i could take this all away
but theres no way
i can only silence them for a minute
as i stand looking down at the swishing swirling
water below me
maybe it would be fast
maybe it would last
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 10:58 AM UTC
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the pressure in the atmosphere?
Or is that just me?
When did the calm disappear and my palms get sweaty?
**** I'm unsteady on my feet.
I've been flipped like a light switch.
Cool and collected I am no more.
The words I pitch to you are already formed without thought and will hit you full force.
Maybe I could've waited?
But anger's never procrastinated.
It's instant and ferocious.
I know this, you know this, we all know this.
But it doesn't help knowing in these briefest of moments.
A flash and its done, nobodys won.
Just two broken people with regrets of whats happened with a loved one.
What a shameful and painful time to be alive.
It almost hardens the heart,
It takes its toll on the inside.
It's something we can't plan for
We can only realise after the fact and apologise.
Even if the wound is still sore.
I'm sorry.
In that moment my mind was blinded.
Can you forgive me for that moment of unkindness?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
. One scar from someone who was supposed to be the one to hold me up through my life. No instead she abandoned me, left me like some trash on the side of a road.
All though I can't blame her I mean she would have to look at me the rest of her life, I’m a daily reminder of what happened to her and she hates me for that.
I cant help it though, but you know what aren't your parents suppose to love you unconditionally?
Scar number two…. Oh and don’t forget about being ***** by someone you trusted with your life, the person you are suppose to go to in times of need.
You're expected to **** it up and continue on in life as if nothing ever happened. Why is that? Society society society its always labeled people as this or that.
If you were beat up then its your fault you ****** someone off, being bullied….
My personal favorite being ***** is your fault “what were you wearing”, “were you asking for it”, “what were you doing”???????
I mean since you were wearing shorts you wanted it to happen. No, the word means no how about people listen to what the girls saying not what shes wearing.
Shorts or a dress doesn't give you automatic permission to do whatever you want, if her mouth is saying no then the answer is no.
You can't just buy peoples love, trafficking makes me sick those are people nobodys property.
This is an overpopulated planet, selfish people killing and hurting one another. How do you cope with it?
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Do I even matter anymore?
to anybody
I’ve been peoples firsts
and their last
First friend
first love
Last person to see
Last person to care about
Could they care less?
Nope
cuz theres nothing to care about
just a poor helpless girl
abused
depressed
suicidal
unwanted
unimportant
not needed
if only they knew
everything
but they don;t
cuz nobodys got time for that, right?
sitting here
writing this today
staring at my fiingers typing
scarred
stabbed
scratched
these hands don’t mean anything
hands of hers
abused
suicidal
why do i care so much
why me?
why am i so caring?
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Colour of a blue eyed newborn's
Iris sneaking itself through
Marshmellow clouds lined
With pink mother-of-pearl
And my admiration.
I want to touch everything.
I work with my hands.
I can build whatever you need,
And am the best tickler
South of the Arctic.
I want to put my fingers through
Anything beautiful I see.
Always looking;
Wanting to touch.
That which begs to be touched
My mind caressing tree limbs
Breathing in celestial counterparts
To weave through this new configuration
Third eye open
Stumbled upon fathomless depths
Unknown
Wide brimmed, wide eyed
Don't sleep, don't sleep
So much yet to soak up
To taste
That which begs to be tasted.
Skin, warm with wanting,
Wet with relief and
Passing contentment.
Lips that uttered
Curses now kiss soft
Fingertips tracing
More love than
Love has ever had.
All is new
To the reborn.
Here are my hands.
They see through me,
Look into you, and rest
Upon the centre of your
Innermost centermost.
An umbilical between
Godess and
Man.
I smile mouthfulls
Of everything.
Hopeful, hope filled
The silver edge to this cloud
Dropping rainbow 3pm's to halo
Around my grinning skull
I am simple in my sobriety
Chrystal cut clear in winter yearning
Seeing the forest finally for the trees
These wonders reaching down out of the darkness
Shedding light on this pale, pale mourning
Nerve tips trace along your dips and curves
Memorizing
Mesmerized
And that baby-eye blue
Is now a full grown heaven
Full of sweet nothings
And nobodys,
Holding only such ideas as
Void and timelessness
In its handless hands.
I watch it with you; arm
Around your doll waist,
Shoulder against your
Head.
It's a new day.
A new, beautiful day.
A new, beautiful, hopeful
Day for us both.
Pots of gold on either end
Of this unimaginary
Rainbow.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Take this deal,
Sign it with red,
Use one of these drops
In which I have bled
I'm tired of everything
Now do you see
What all this ****
Is doing to me?
My sanity is slipping
Slowly losing it's hold
Like in a poker game,
I'm sure it will fold
I'm on the verge
Of losing everything I had
All because I ****** up
Did something bad
I'm sorry I'm not
The perfect child
But could you please understand
That I will never be for a while?
Perfection is a goal
Something you desire
But like a normal man
We all stand too close to the fire
Dreaming of something
That we can never gain
Throughout this journey
There's nothing but pain
The truth comes out
Nobodys perfect
So in the end of it all,
Is the pain really worth it?
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
Your love overwhelms me,
you look over my scars,
never at them,
how caring,
and understanding you are,
you don't tell me to cover them,
like everyone before,
you simply say,
i will kiss every one,
and that means everything to me,
no one has ever cared enough,
to get to kow me,
the way you do,
nobodys ever loved me,
the way that you do,
and everyday,
i think God i have you.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
You're just a **** and should be left alone
Its what you want anyways, people dont like your tone
Always on guard ready for a fight
Even when theres no need, your always right
You big ********* saying you wont answer stupid questions
When the answers are obvious thatll teach them a lesson
You have reasons you're so snappy
It makes people cry, nobodys happy
And when that happens you turn to stone
Cant deal with emotions leave them alone
Beacause people **** you off, or you're just a ****
Its your fault relationships never worked
You think you know whats best
But people never listen so save your breath
Push everyone away so they cant ask for ****
Afterall you give what you get
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
. One scar from someone who was supposed to be the one to hold me up through my life. No instead she abandoned me, left me like some trash on the side of a road.
All though I can't blame her I mean she would have to look at me the rest of her life, I’m a daily reminder of what happened to her and she hates me for that.
I cant help it though, but you know what aren't your parents suppose to love you unconditionally?
Scar number two…. Oh and don’t forget about being ***** by someone you trusted with your life, the person you are suppose to go to in times of need.
You're expected to **** it up and continue on in life as if nothing ever happened. Why is that? Society society society its always labeled people as this or that.
If you were beat up then its your fault you ****** someone off, being bullied….
My personal favorite being ***** is your fault “what were you wearing”, “were you asking for it”, “what were you doing”???????
I mean since you were wearing shorts you wanted it to happen. No, the word means no how about people listen to what the girls saying not what shes wearing.
Shorts or a dress doesn't give you automatic permission to do whatever you want, if her mouth is saying no then the answer is no.
You can't just buy peoples love, trafficking makes me sick those are people nobodys property.
This is an overpopulated planet, selfish people killing and hurting one another. How do you cope with it?
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Nobodys gonna love me better
i must stick with you forever
Nobodys gonna take me higher.
.i must stick with you
You Know how to preciate me,
im must stick with you my baby, Nobody ever made me feel this way..
..i must stick with you
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
nothing is okay today,
to my love I know not what to say.
my love is mad and sad,
me being human is bad.
I would be better at being an evil soul or a demon,
the one the devil will summon to cause harm and pain.
that's not what I want to be,
but I feel that's all what people see in me.
would it be better to **** myself and go to HELL,
or go on with my life thinking all is well.
I wont be known for anything that great,
but I know when I go to hell their will be a open gate.
enter the darkness forever to be,
with no one else but me.
no one can help me some people say God,
he's never answered my prayers at all
so I yell **** GOD!!!!!
but it doesn't help yelling because he's not their,
then you realize your just talking to air.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I am sitting in the middle of sky ,
and adoring this beautiful morning
Mountains are standing like a wall in front of me
The whole place surrounded by the black clouds
and showering love by tiny raindrops
Birds are chirping behind the trees
seems they are also enjoying
this beautiful morning same as i
These pink and white flowers
spreading their smells in the air ,
and palm trees are swaying by the wind.
The whole place is feeling so quite
seems every piece of nature complaining to the GOD
that nobodys here to adore us
hoomans killed animals ,cut trees,blasts mountains
For whom???
what they are taking from nature and what they are giving???
There are nobody on the stairs of mountain, and
the the temple on the top of hilll is empty .
Hibiscus and champa had fallen their flowers ,
but now nobody is here to take them
near to the statue of lord shiva
The waves of river is flowing in the same way as before
but now nobody is here to bath and for suryanamaskar..
what we've lost?
-samra
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
In a world of nobodys and somebody's
I'm ether a nobody trying to be something
Or a somebody pretending to be nobody.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
there you all stay
tucked in your beds like the little ants youve grown up to be
prancing around in your dreams
to and fro
on the way to meeting your destinies
they're all the same mind you
here now its time to attend the masquerade ball
paint your face on
ask them how their mothers are getting along
yeah sure im prone to flights of fancy from time to time
but you can ask me anything youd like
not saying ill answer
the offers there waiting on the table
take advantage or dont
am not here to pass judgement
only here to be here
and to go
same as you
same as anybody
going
going
gone
thats what they all do
go and go and go
til they cant anymore
whos doing the staying
the scoundrel
you demon child you
stop waiting around
get up and GO
there's places to be and youre waiting at home alone
for the lights to go out
the paper trail to disappear
thats all fine and dandy when you dont have a train to catch
you miss your chance and youre out
badda boom badda bang
all thats left is the old messenger bag
filled with an empty bottle of liquor
that girl really knows how to sing
she can belt it out like nobodys business
really
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
I For Got This Was Coming,
Intuition Tried To Numb It,
I’m Alive For Nothing,
I Sit And Look Grey,
On Display Like A Pumpkin,
I Don’t Know A Home,
I Don’t Want These Bones,
I’m Gonna **** My Self,
I Don’t Where Ima Go,
Ill Probally Be Alone,
The Mind Is An Asylum,
I’m Silenced By Silence,
I See Grave Yards Not Sirens,
I’m Already Dying,
The Pain Is To Giant,
No Structure ,
Or Solid Support,
**** My Life,
**** My Family,
**** Court
,
Yea Im Sure
Im Sore,
Of Course ,
Im Paranormal To tHe Core,
I Deal This With Demons,
They Cant Battle,
I Feel The Devils Rattle,
**** This Time Im Stuck,
I Had Enough,
Its To Much,
When I Need To Be Heard,
Im Pushed Away,
I Wanna Walk And Talk Today,
i Have An Awful Lot To Say,
I Hate These Monsters On This Plane,
Im Leaving Today,
It Didn’t Have To Be This,
I Guess Things Don’t Change,
You Can Only Try So Hard To Remain,
Im Suffocating And Im Blamed,
Your Welcome And Thanks,
Its Nobodys Fault,
Ima Head Of My Time,
Dont Cry,
At My Funeral ,
Lay Black Roses Upon My Eyes,
Darkness Caught Up,
I Cant Lie,
Night Mares Everynight,
Im Scared Of My Life,
Things Never GO Right,
I Am Def To Objections,
Im Always Rejected,
Deaths My Objective,
Who Cares,
Don’t Sweat It,
Just Hold On To People You Love,
Cos The Devil Might Step In,
**** The Cops And The Mourge,
Ignore All The Questions,
Of Why,
Or All Reasoning,
Im Bleeding In Front Of The Ones I Thought Loved Me,
They Cant See Things
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
I would sing you song if i could CARRY a tune.... I would always be holding your hand...
Instead of always leaving for work.... My job would be you....
.But never use the word job.... A job seems to be the biggest obstacle..... Early mornings... Late nights... Inappropriate anger that i know you absorb....
How i call home when i feel like i cant do this anymore... And how u never know that i was anything but dad....
The words i can never come up with.... A day without an egg is gonna be really sad...
I would **** anyone who hurts you... Because hearing you in pain kills me.....
I made you..... Hmmm i realize now you made me.....
You made me smile… You made me strong and You made me something i thought i could never be...
What that is will always be yours....
I once wished to fall in love... with the perfect girl...
I now know wishes do come true...
I never want you to be anything but you...
The way you sing like nobodys listening...
How a four tooth handicap may be necessary...
Because when you smile its already too amazing...
Where did these four short years go??...
Time can be the only thing i never accounted for...
Every minute i can steal from life i will give to you...
So I can teach you to never steal....
I will always be in the front row of every Christmas concert....
Be on the sidelines of every game...
I'm not watching the Rudolphs or even keeping score...
It's Your game… Your recital....
And if the day ever comes your too scared or embarrassed to be on a stage....You can see me in the front row...
And i hope you give me your best.... You brought out the best in me...
I will never have the same sets of rules for you.... Mine will be simple.... But maybe ill put those in other poems........
And one day when i am no longer cool....... I am no longer fun……..
I will give them to you.... So you will realize that you were always my baby...
And even though i cant sing a song….. I Will always CARRY you….
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC