"opon" poems
I say unto you with a sniveling snarl,
Will you go on and be friends with an owl?
Why, YES! I said boldly with a pompety grin
My new owl friend will be lucky and win!
He will hoot and toot a most beautiful song
He will win a singing contest and sing all day long
We will take all his winnings and spend it on mead
We'll sing, drink and be merry, indeed!
we'll capture a horse and dress it in tweed
then ride to the sunset on our horse named, "Sardine!"
Sardine might get hungry so we'll feed him some hemp
We'll lay down to rest on a bed that's unkempt
We'll wake in the morning to see Sardine's fate
Sardine has died from starvation this date
The sorrow we feel is so hard to beat
So opon his flesh we started to eat
w'ell pair it with taters all mashed in a pan
we'll eat up our dinner as fast as we can
but hold on a second, how silly are we!
We tripped on some mushrooms we found on a tree!
our minds started swirling and twirling; so dizzy!
my owl friend shrieked and then started to tizzy
he gouged out my eyes and laughed at my pain
I fell to the ground and made peace with my name
for I never did say from whence I came
cause stories like this are not easy to tame
I lay here in misery, my friend's not to blame
It's all in my head, this silly word game
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
October 3rd was gonna be a blast a moment to remember, and i was gonna life it up without evening using
the next few hours i m lready holding a beer between my hands
**** 5 months of my life wasted , thrown away because of abusing
i.didnt go home that night instead i went to my dealers house for a little glips of her taste opon my lips
good **** was the first thing that came to mind, now i tell my dealer to gently grab me the hips
after it was over, it was like nothing ever happened i got enough for another day or two i have to come up with an idea
i didnt even think how i just gotten out,my moms working and my aunts in hospital,ivtried leaving but she said eres mia (your mine)
i lost 5 pounds in 12 days and never felt better in my life, i was happy, free and high
i just keep telling myself , remember that you cant go home beacuse only houses exist , and the only travel is to be fly...... to be continued
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
looking into her eyes
i could tell it told a stroy
a rare thing
told me everything she was afraid of
that look on her face told it all
but most importantly
the one thing i remember as clear as crystal
those blue eyes that drowed my sorrows away and made me think of something
someone
other than myself for once
they told me id never understand
little did she understand ive been through the same she'd been trough
fought the same battles
lingered apon the same questions and wondered the same thoughts
pictured the same scenerios in my head that we wanted to happen
and even thought about things the same way
it was perfect
i knew her just as well as she knew me
from just her eyes i could see the bittter past she wasnt willing to share
and the eager future she was excited about continuing
but loosing hope because everyone had shot down her dreams
fearless but had the courage that someday shed let all of the bad thoughts go
shed get rid of the deomns for good
she win the game of life
she knew she had it in her
the resononing behind becoming a better person for herself
felt good because she knew it wasnt for anybody else
although looking into her eyes i saw
hatred
jealousy
betrayl
traits i noticed
things id been familiar with and i just wanted to tell her weveall been there
to not trust every single person you meet
to take off that elecrtic smile that brightened up the room
to not open up so easily to those who were being nosey and desperate to break into the source of someone elses problems to cast away the shawdows of theirs for just a
moment
to not run off with the boy who had the pretty smile and differet personality because he ends up being the same guy as the rest
to tell her to turn around and notice the nice guy
the guy who cared about her all along who would do anything for her
protect her and fight for her no matter what
but no matter what she wouldnt listen
she wanted the bad guy
figured he knew a way to make the
pain go away
and indeed he did
which made more pain present in those eyes that were once as blue as the ocean
turn as black as the sky on a night there are no stars to look opon
i wanted to tell her all the things growing up i wish i knew
looking into her eyes i saw that reflection staring back at me and telling myself
"im that little girl that once was you"
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
*My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
In Corners - till a Day
The Owner passed - identified -
And carried Me away -
And now We roam in Sovreign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply -
And do I smile, such cordial light
Opon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it’s pleasure through...
-Emily Dickinson*
And I do smile, the white bright Colgate chiclets
stretch under my lips. The crooked thing, the
clever turn of my mouth,
we all pass a point in life when this is a means to an end.
Stop. Do not collect 200.
Again. Again, I thought "Send me straight to hell"
because it's not fair for me to feel this way any more.
I want to shoulder the brunt of it and throw it up and down,
white linens to the wind.
A dramatization of who I have come to be,
fueled and fired by alcohol and lack of sleep.
A stuck Lipton in the vending machine,
"I want to start a social movement of direct experience"
Sure. We'll do that. Let me get back. . .
let me get back to this blue screen for a bit. I want a change.
I want to see some change! Let's throw our
phones away and start over. Depression falicitates our
efforts, but I had my pleasure. I had my kicks though.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Once born it's never on thy lips
Upon thy brow a mothers kiss
Then others all will follow suit
Bestowing light and love to you
Instinct overrides them all
As lips to your brow they are called
Yet as you grow it seems to stop
Kisses to your cheek do flock
Then when love and lust appear
Kisses to the lips doth flow
Once again a child is born
Now you are drawn to their sweet brow
Yet years pass and twilight falls
You start to shed this mortal coil
Once again they come to kiss
On your brow, not your lips
A cycle now almost complete
Ancestors call, it's time to leave
A kiss opon a wrinkled brow
Third eye closed, time to go
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
Between the lines of love and hate are thin in the world we live in. Everyday people sit and watch a piece of thier love slowly turn to hate and anger. Always wondering when their going to be set free from the prison that themselves built around their heart and soul.
Showing little emotion or feelings of love to the world. While the darkiness inside them closes in and the fires of hate burn even more. Leaving them to cry out to God for release from their own version of hell that they are trapped in with no way out.
Carrying all the burdens and secrets that can never be revealed to the world outside of them. Sparing everyone close to them the heartache and pain that if they ever knew the whole truth about the love they shared isn't real but just a lie.
Leaving them to wonder how after all these years of giving love and life. They have nothing to show for it. Only having themselves to blame becuase the keeper of all their darkest secrets is now giving light and setting their selves free from the bonds that was once placed opon them. Finally getting pardoned for their sins and the part they played in keeping the secrets and lies .
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Comes undone it does
••
Earth
Cosmos
••
Undone
••
••
We write our lives opon the rocks by the sea
----
The ****** rocks
••
Undone
••
We plant out Seed in vain illusion
That a god is there
••
We put the laurel wreaths upon our heads
The flowers in our lover's hair
••
We simply forgot to build The Peace
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Earth
Cosmos
••
Disarray
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Perhaps a hero
(Sure)
••
But everybody saying
YOU!
NOT ME!
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
If only my words could pierce and
descend opon the lovely ones,
the humans with caramel eyes
and voices that cradle the soul.
ones who can sail through the surging
ocean that is my mind.
ones that slaughter demons,
and waltz with angels.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
I still dream about you.
They are not the vivid recreations of my memories that they used to be.
But you are in them ever still.
You appear as a fog; a vague ghost of yourself.
You float through my dreams beside me as an unwanted guide,
and you fade away just before an awakened state creeps back over my concious mind.
There was a time my dreams were filled with visions of you holding me close to your heart.
A time when I dreamt of wedding bells,
and the song of small feet roaming throughout an old country home.
Now my dreams are filled with horror, and chaos.
They are an untamed wilderness that I must survive nightly, and you are always there.
I haven’t decided which is worse: having you drift along through my dreams,
bruising my soul ever deeper with every glimpse of your face.
Or, gazing upon the end of humanity every time I close my eyes at night.
I spent so many years of my life longing for your presence that now you are imprinted opon my mind,
and as much a part of me as I am a part of myself.
Such a bittersweet existence in which I now reside.
Unrequited love is not the romantic expression Hollywood has made it to seem.
It is a disease that creeps in, and destroys it’s host entirely.
It is cancer of the heart which causes the bearer to react irrationally.
I cannot escape this unreturned affection, nor do I suspect myself to wish to.
I still dream about you.
They are not the vivid recreations of my memories that they used to be.
But you are in them ever still.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 6:40 AM UTC
Geometry
French
Earth Science
The thing forced opon me to learn
Thing i will propel never truly coprehend
But somehow they will better me
This I will never understand
Why can't I learn what I want to
Why can't I break free I this prison?
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
I love you
I love your smile, and the childlike mischief it protrays
I love your eyes, and how they look at me
I love your hands, and how they care for me as you hold me close
I love how tall my are and how I fit so perfectly in your arms
I love how you kiss my neck sometimes when I'm doing something, and the chills it sends down my spine
I love when we're holding one another so closely you press your lips opon my forehead
I love that late night drive home, when I tried to sleep but I couldn't and I heard you sing along to the song, and your voice made my heart swell so
I love how you found your way out of the crap you've been through
I love how you went for it and talked to me, even though you have great social anxietys
I love you, all of you the fighter, the mechanic, the dreamer, the adrnallen ****** every pice of you
Everything
I love you darling, and I know you love me too
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Trust is like a glass
Perched on the edge of a table
Some people will push it farther on
Others will knock it off
And it will shatter opon the floor
If you choose to pick up the pieces
It will be painful, each sharde will leave a scar
But the glass can be put back together
Though it will take time
Once mended it will be hard to keep the glass on the table
But with care you can
The glass can be fixed, trust can be reformed
But both will leave scars
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Happiness in drought
Though the rain did not fall
from these eyes when you said
you were his
My heart was already yours
Meaning lost in mediocrity
A spark ignited from curious ardor
Excellence in eloquent discourse
My heart was still yours
Opon sultry lips, we met in the night
Did pale, sweet ignorance unite
two souls who ache for each others embrace
The song of heart's fealty to another
calling back to life what senses were relinquished
in our moment there
My heart is only yours
And so the mind now quivers
at the thought of needing me
So softly spoken from your tongue
"I do not want you to go away"
But the curiosity grows sour with defeat
wondering how it could not be only
my arms you seek
But my patience never rests for you
And my heart will always be yours
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
I fell into something wonderful
I stumbled opon greatness they may say
Words not spoken we look at one another and know of the greatness we hold
A greatness that took not long to find, we moved on tandem from the start
Our beliefs the same, so similar it was hard to believe we had never met before
I fell for him quickly his looks so kind and strong, I couldnt believe I had found someone who thought so wide as I, so young
He's mine and I'm his that's all I need
Nothing more nothing less
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
In the window stands a man, who neither looks in nor out. Upon his chest the weight of the world but, nothing does he feel. The sun upon his face but, the blood runs cold. Her disdain for life and love forces razors into every breathe. Wind blown passion scatters amongst the rocks. Tempestuous flowers lining the path, starving for the water that extends the grief. Tomorrow lives not, yet yesterday never dies. Her warmth and passion lights the fires in the arms that belong not. The velvety green oceans of lust peer into a dessert of agony and pain. Wantononly departing in an iniquitous journey. This pain was not asked for, but your leisurely stroll through the starry night, put the gun in his hand. The knees throb as they quiver opon the cold rock. Gentle breeze parts the hair. Salty oceans topple over the falls. Choking and stifling on the horrific nightmares prevents the end even for a moment. The pain has become a drug, and the arms open wide. Painful contentment now allows a glorious agony that some call sleep. Can this be the end of love?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC