"noway" poems
Being away.
It matters not the specific amount of time.
Constantly I wish that you could just always stay.
Previously feelings of distress and desperation; the rhyme.
HaHa, I am actually surprised that I have not made a shrine.
Although maybe I should have, to help stabilize my emotions; keep them level; in line.
I'm busy tidying my friends' house.
As quiet as a mouse.
The doorbell rings.
The short tune, it sings.
I quickly glide across the freshly cleaned floor.
Drawing back the door.
"Hey!"
"You?...I?....Here?.....AH!......NOWAY! NOWAY! NOWAY!"
Despite my best efforts to self-compose.
I cannot keep the repeating chant at bay.
And judging by the look on your face, it shows.
"HaHa. So Spider Monkey, can I come in or should I just stand out here and let my body decay?"
I pull you over the threshold without delay.
"Whoa! So, I'm guessing that you missed me? Is that safe to say?"
"Hmm?...Let me think...Only more and more with each passing day!!"
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:40 AM 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
Missunderstood medicine man
plant and herbs tight in hand
veggies fruits and and tobaco plants
from tribe to civilized
plants are disected and pillized
while open awake to thrive
pharm free eating pots of honey hive
theres many that help and many that ail
tabaco dipped for death
hospitals smell stail
steel and lumber companies say hemp noway
that stuff is the devils kept
hemp went away because of that day
its back to wear and eat but not to smoke
what is this some kind of ******* joke
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 10:19 PM UTC
Years passed ..
Year after year ..
Waiting with fear ..
Beside a closed door ..
On a cold floor ..
But won't fight more ..
Today I can tell you that we're the same ..
Today I can tell you that I can forget what you day forgot ..
Leave what you day left ..
Break what you day broke ..
Today I can tell you that you're not my princess anymore ..
Today is the time to break that door ..
The chances are forbidden ..
And noway to forgive ..
Or give ..
Any pulse of love ..
Nothing left inside ..
Nothing to hide ..
This is my last say ..
Believe me , The end is today ..
The words have been drained from this pencil ..
The pencil that started the story ..
Is the same pencil that wrote
The End .
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Hundreds of miles is where he is
And also my heart which is stone hard
Hopefully he has it kept safe
In his jean pocket, or maybe in a jar
Why
Do we have to be so far?
Why
Does this have to be so hard?
I'm just a young girl who's lonely
And who's slowly
falling apart
little by little
My skin is paper thin
And my body is. weak and brittle
Why is this life an
Unsolved riddle?
Why am I always stuck in the middle?
Why do I taste the fruit that is bitter?
I want him here to hold me when I cry
Without him
its like trying to live underwater
There's noway you could survive
But into his waters I want to dive
Why is sadness a regularity?
Why do I want to always die?
Why is my breath just a constant sigh?
I have nothing
You have it all
I'm the sun shining
you are gravity
Without you, I will fall.
I'm an artist
Without a pencil
How can I draw?
I'm a guitar without strings
How can I play you a song?
Will the pain go on forever this long?
Did I do anything wrong?
The sun beams
And I dream
Of the days I wont constanly weep
Of the nights I can finally sleep
But this can not be
Until I'm laying next to you
Forever you and me
Is this what you've been waiting for too?
Will you promise me eternity?
Without you
Simply I cannot be
Without you
Truly I cannot see
Will you stay forever?
Promise you won't leave?
In me, will you alway believe?
Distance won't ruin us
Wait & you will see
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
I only know how to write,
A poem for her every night,
My aim is just to bring her … a small piece of delight,
I don't know if that's sinful, or if it's morally right?
All I know is that she holds my heart like a flying kite,
A kite with a long string that she holds so tight,
She lifts it up, pulls down, steers it left and then right,
Although it's painful, although it breaks my heart,
I feel safe, because I’m sure angels don't know how to bite,
I won't even ask her to let go of me, I won't even fight...
Cause it feels so wonderful, even though she is far away and out of sight,
She's like a sister, yet we barely ever fight,
Her soul is light, bright, just like a morning ray of light,
When my days go darker she's my only source of light,
Whenever she's away, absolotly nothing feels right,
But I know she's busy with a schedule so tight,
Yet, all I need from her is a mere second every night,
I know someday our souls will gather,.. if not on Earth, then at a different sight
Or maybe they'll never gather, or maybe they might!
I can't ask her to love me, I don't have that right!
But all what's importan now, is that she adores what I write,
That's why I promised to write,
A poem for her every single night.
P.S.
You are probably saying “Noway it could be him who wrote that!", or, “How could he write stuff like that?”
My Answer:
Because of you, my dear, the spark will, on its own, ignite.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 7:18 PM UTC
Hey mate didja
G’day bloke wouldja
Yo girlfriend canya
Yeah I thinkya oughta
Farkin’ inquisishin ain’t it
Leavus alone won’t ya
Youse gotta hide busta
She'd've seenus would’ve she
How’d ya be cob
‘twasn’t him inner face
Iffa ask her
She’d teller noway
Givus a ganda bud
Who’d’ve thought eh
Why’d he stick ‘is nose in
‘tisn’t nar buddy’s bisness
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Verbally or ******
Things not explained clearly
This way or that way
Stuck here with noway
Lives go around
People who surround
Express nothing
But instinct
That lose me within
To shatter and close in
Remembering of happy days
Smile on every face
Couldn't figure out
Why so low?
Want to smile
Want to talk
But filthy walk
Sways the way
With tincture of instinct
That nothing is brewing
But screeching mind aloud!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC
Entering dark was nothing at site.
For once very existense needed light.
With passing moments visibility was right.
Nothing glared as in light but visibility was right.
Now existense had sense but fear grip again.
Before collied the thought of injury was there.
Search for light took steps somewhere.
Without knowing I entered the light.
Every thing was bright with glaze and shine.
I search behind defeat of mine.
I took care of match and candle even in light because defeat was there in mind.
I waited long to defeat dark candle was courage in sight.
Wait was endless till that dark spoke to my ears.
He said he was fighting for all this years and the result noway near.
It was decided by dark and light lets coexist dear.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC
Many years passed,
The emotion always there.
Never strong enough,
To tell you how much i care.
I always wanted your lips,
and all your lovely smiles.
And your little flaws,
fueled my crush for miles.
But i grew the strength,
finally got my courage up.
Now the love for you,
a metal bond noway to cut.
I'm happy to say this,
Even in public in a crowd.
Your my girl always,
And that ill shout out loud.
Happy together forever,
Just to be us two.
And never forget this,
That always I love you.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
When I was mid twenty
Unexpected girl purposed me for date
At the middle of night
I was embarrassed, shocked
Finally I turned on my light
Why….???
She purposed me
I was confused…???
Again, my mind thought of her
And! I was confident
My heart says a name of her
I am in love
This was mid Twenty
When I was Eighteen and Nineteen
I wish to be like sweet Sixteen
But… my Mom says
Son do this and that
My Dad says
Noway Son learn this and that
I was completely feed up
I was unaccompanied
That was Eighteen and Nineteen
When I was Seventeen and Sixteen
I used to saw dream
It was much sweet as an ice-cream
Mom says Son you need to be a Doctor
Dad says no no Son you need to be an Engineer
Poor me I wanted to be a Writer!
Everyone laugh at me
Made a joke on me
This is how I made Now
This is how my society made me Now
That was Seventeen and Sixteen
When I was Fifteen and Fourteen
I was naughty Teen
Infatuation, Affection, Attraction
What made my study Distraction!
Curiosity of Love and ***
That what I was made to face
That was Fifteen and Fourteen
When I was Twelve and Thirteen
I lost my friend circle
Only because I couldn’t mingle
I was beaten by a teacher
And they said
You poor Looser you don’t have any future
I don’t know what’s right and wrong
Only used to saw to be Strong
That was Twelve and Thirteen
When I was Ten and Nine
Everyday was fun and last till twenty-four-seven
No more pain
No more gain
Life was simple as growing grain
That was Ten and Nine
When I was Seven and Six
My first Birthday celebration was fixed
Had bicycle as gift
Overwhelmed of joy when I learned
To ride it by sight by sight
That was Awesome!
That was Fantastic!
That was great Seven and Six
When I was Five and Four
I was afraid of taking shower
And! My Dad poured me into the drum
I was shouted as Crunched
That was Five and Four
When I was Three, Two and One
I don’t know who was I
My mind was blank
And I was medium
To those
Who wanna make a Prank
That was Three Two and One
When I was Zero
My Mom was Pregnant
She thought
Her baby Girl will be same like as her Mother
Unfortunately!
I was born as unexpected baby boy from my Father!
That was Zero
©Saujan Gyawali
11th September 2014
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
Co-exist
Entering dark was nothing at site.
For once very existense needed light.
With passing moments visibility was right.
Nothing glared as in light but visibility was right.
Now existense had sense but fear grip again.
Before collied the thought of injury was there.
Search for light took steps somewhere.
Without knowing I entered the light.
Every thing was bright with glaze and shine.
I search behind defeat of mine.
I took care of match and candle even in light because defeat was there in mind.
I waited long to defeat dark candle was courage in sight.
Wait was endless till that dark spoke to my ears.
He said he was fighting for all this years and the result noway near.
It was decided by dark and light lets coexist dear.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
A broken mind can't fix a broken mind...
I dare you to try to find..
a good way out..
Paint the walls in dead..
paint the walls in flesh.
Die to give new breath..
the painted wall it covers me...
I'm left to be shed...
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
They hurt their Love, and she forgave them,
All their fears and their whim.
And threw herself as onto a scaffold
To save them both, and not her or him.
They didn't take care of Love, but could be
More merciful, tender and kind to her.
She gave them happiness and so much charity
Up to the last day, while they were with her.
They killed their Love so bitter and wildly!
They ribbed their Love. They burnt her all,
With all their wishes, dreams and chances,
With their faith in Love in whole!
They forgot their Love. They simply buried
Their tender Love. And she went away,
Without 'Goodbye', remained as a shadow,
Irretrievable, lost, forever, noway...
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
I am ashamed to live today!
There’s too much malodorous mud!
I want to create, to win, to love!
But how’s it possible?
The evil’s crowned!
I look out the window and see the sky.
I go out the yard and hear the groan.
It’s up in the air, ashamedly, clumsy.
It understands that the final is known.
I am ashamed for this crippled truth.
The fact, that seemed like a nonsense yesterday,
Is now a reality where we have to be.
I don't want to live here!
Just noway!
Noway!
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
It's come to this...
An epic battle?
...Nope...
an amazing duet?
...not even close...
Its come to this, it's simple
a fools remorse, and a lovers choice
Though he had the answer from the start
It never showed its voice
He was to stupid to notice,
Though he does care
So he tries to sort things out
But fails as his screams pierce the air
He talks to himself
as he figures things out
But he is so contradicted
He screams and he shouts
He shouts out the pain
and screams out the tears
while during this whole time
He is quietly drowning in fears
This is a story of a lover
who is also a fool
He makes the wrong choice
and looses his cool
For his fears come around
from every which way
Though he wont speak a word
For he also fears "noway"
So this boy needs to think,
Stop being a fool!
Make the right choice!
And don't lose your cool!
For a lot is at stake with this one little choice
you could ruin your whole life, with one simple voice.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
Chaos will be inside the head in the time of turbulence. You can't write your chaos because you don't want that chaos last forever. Someone means so much to you, even when that has nothing to do with him/her. When your biggest dream and blessing was him/her, and there is noway for hope. Feel the time when being silent you have to stop a world of million dream. You may stay silent because you don't want in anyway to make him/her feel hurt. You don't want their precious time to be in vain. You don't want to disturb him/her. You don't want to see beloved sad. But you don't want to stay like this, either.
Then you may write when something stimulates the inner being, You are silent, not because you like it. You are silent, not because it
makes you calm. You are silent because you may feel weak. You are tired that's why you may be silent. You are silent, because you know who is inside your head. You are silent because, you do not complain. You are silent because you can't scream. You are silent because you have to. You are silent because that is a way better than being insane. You are silent, ***** knows, why?
Even after all you will find their vibe sound to the soul. You will stay silent because they matter.
Even in silence you find a god in them.
Feel the time.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
I m good to you
And great with others
You see?
But oh, I'm the one
Who isn't me indeed.
I please you you today,
May please others the comming day,
And thats how
'People pleasing' flows in my way.
But you know what,
What I wanna want you know today?
'People pleasing helps one
In no ways!'
You mind may applaud you now and then,
But you heart soul will noway,
Because pretending
What you aren't
Is sheer disgrace!
Be proud of you,
Smile and say,
'Im good, I'm great
And I follow my heart's way,
Because it's me and myself
That knows our ways.
Why to pretend,
Why to be afraid
Pretending never helps
One anyway!
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
I beg you teach me how to laugh alive.
It seems as if I've tightly forgotten.
But, please, only no sadness for the past.
All that I had before, is left out and rotten.
I beg you teach me to believe in miracles.
It seems as if I've wholly got stale.
But, please, only no fairy-tales and quodlibets.
You make them up so poorly and fail.
I beg you teach me not to cry by no means.
My tantrums are being not much help at all.
Yes, I'm a girl, and we're not forbidden.
But it's in vain. I've checked it all in whole.
I beg you teach me how to get old steadily.
I realize that it's about my time.
I promise not to argue or resist noway.
My life was generous to me just anytime.
If this's the case, I will continue moving.
My feet will lisp along the ground bit by bit.
And when I have no force at all to trudge behind,
I'll simply sit under the pine and hug my knees.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:39 PM UTC
Earthly treasures drag me down
Pleasures and short term comforts
All my heart's desires
feels like i cant stand a chance
but my eyes are open wide
and getting off the way is my choice
Sitting all by myself
end times signs l see
fear of death and hell covers me with a strong shivering
noway to escape for i am so blinded
looking at these beautiful and **** girls
walking half naked, cant vent
wish i could hold a hundred grand
to spend with haws and *******
enjoying life dearth is coming
feels like after dearth comes cipher
with no treasures to hold
Life is supernatural, metaphysical
we all came from something
and we are going somewhere
will i stand the taste of time
with these useless short term desires
Cover me Lord
The treasures that l hold
the beaut that i posses
they are stealing my time
Lord, would you take me as i am
show me the right way to live
and make me taste the fruits of paradise
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
I should allow myself doing nothing.
It's odd, it's not a bit me at all.
Working and working, on and on always.
There's short of days and nights noway in whole.
I should allow myself off-the-cuff,
Thinking or straining nowise entirely.
Just sit around and doing nothing,
And savour my unsweet coffee calmly.
I should allow myself simply never
Leave my desires and dreams until later.
I'm not forever with this time exactly.
I'm a grain of creation in fact, no greater.
I should allow myself to live truly,
To live this life as it's given to me since day one.
And now simply live, there is no hurry.
I've already much more and awry done.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC
Yes the one they call Jesus lived and died a man
A 100 years after he did they wrote the bible
A book full of contradictions letters and thoughts
As well they pay no tax and should be liable
But I held a womans hand yesterday skin touched
After which we both still ever so fine
Noway any cal refer to that as being a sin
Although it did feel at the time ever so divine
I helped children cross a busy road held up traffic
And an old lady to find after shopping her car
Carried her bags to where it was at the time
Her car it really was not all that far
Being a house painter once I gave any left over
To an older man next door why waste it anyway
I respect all who choose their own religions
Although better kept at home on any day
We all gotto live we all got to die we all love
Our lives our choices our own rejoyces too
But religion is about love not causing wars
And believe me as it goes they all do
Just live one day at a time being yourself
Not telling others how to live their lives
All as one sun up until sun done
Like endless bees all working together in hives
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC