"ould" poems
Could of filled a thousand times
Up I went, opened that loose pink hole
Must have felt like air between thighs.
-
But you were always wanting more in-kind
Up it went did you feel anything inside
Could say I was small I was 9 inches 2 wide
Keep it coming fill you up, my sacks gave too much
Empty shrivelled bags seeds sewn now only dust
Till the next time my **** *** Bucket love.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
My skin is p a l e
My body c o ld
And in my chest lies a broken heart of fools gold
My re alit y I on ce knew is ha z y a nd n on exist en t
It's grown old
And I'm becoming tired of being bold
And being told right from wrong
I'm sinking softly down when I don't know how to swim
Every inch that I further lose from possibility to stay afloat is lessening my want or need for a life boat
Every breath I attempt to take fills my lungs with ugly pseudonyms and sends me down deeper into my lonesome underpopulated town inhabited only by fragments of once strong relationships that i held so close to me that I c ould n't b reat h e, the relationships that kept my entire being from sinking in the first place.
I'm drowning and I can't see what's even in front of me
I'm a ship bound by anchor to the wrong bad habits of shedding my blood willingly to bloodthirsty ravenous sharks in the sea of my minds eye
This was once a safe harbor for the ones I kept close
The ones that knew what mattered to me and the ones I cherished most
Now its a sea full of gh o sts
Of the people I trusted them the most
I trusted them to not turn on me or use me like a host
And now I'm the one dro w ning
I' m so sca re d
Now when I share my harbor it feels so
U n fa i r
They don't understand what I risk give to let them be there
It never harbors in their heart as deeply as it does mine
The possibility of even defining how hard it is to let these ships safely pass through this harbor will now and forever never be able to escape my pale numbing lips
Only silence
Everything here is just riddled with murderous crashing waves
Any relationship that enters I try so desperately to save
And in that attempt
The harbor starts to misbehave
The waves destroy every boat or anything that floats
Anything at all to help me cope with being so alone or the feeling of even remotely being at home.
My fingertips are numb and cold and starting to fold and I can't feel those things I could before
I just want all of this over
N o m o re dro w n i n g
All my life boats have sunk
Now I'm just stuck
All these hands and graves are grabbing at me and pulling me down ev ery whi ch wa y at the
bott om of the
oce an
u nd er
al l
th e s e
h e a v y
waves.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
A drunken ould sot named O'Reilly
Drank a bottle he thought of most highly.
On his way to the well,
He stumbled and fell,
And was hoist upon his own shilleilly.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
I c*ould put in the words what I do,
It becomes so irrelevant to
what I say despite for it not be
It just deeply affected me.
I do what needs to be done
It needs not be said so seldom.
In the dark of the night,
From left to the right
Don't cut, no bite
I have to say to be in the fight
To be few and fortunate.
With the crimes increasing,
And people turning cold,
You need more to live by
Give more and try
To make this earth a nice place
All across*.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
I walk down the hallway, keeping my head bowed low
No one looked my way, no one said "hello"
So many people, but they didn't know I was there
Invisible I seemed, to all everywhere
Going into class, I went to take my place
Nobody saw me, nobody recognized my face
It kinda looked like I was part of the four walls
Figuring I seemed a ghost, like I was in the hall
I shrugged and closed my eyes shut tightly
Could it be that no one can hear nor see me?
Answers were received for the rest of the day
Nothing I do seemed to make people look my way
This goes to show how unimportant I am
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
She will be even more beautiful,
Heavier will be her eyelids,
Eager will be men for her body.
Would she even miss me,
I am not aware about it,
Longer this time spent,
Lot she will try to forget.
Ringing bells of her heart,
Every time she will bathe,
Pouring water from the shower,
Early tears will get veiled,
No memories get subsided,
Time spent she will recall.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
A crazy little thing we desired to fall
Believably that it was true
Could it possibly an imagination or just for real?
Dreaming or falling on the right way
Eventually would fade or maybe would stay
Facing the love of your life it sound so crazy
Going back and forth only to see her every day
How love could mean and change the world to you
In denial at first, but **** you hate it & you love it at the same time
Just trying to catch and realize that it was you
Knowing how much it means a lot.
Love? how wonderful it is
Moved you the hard way you could get
No space that you could filled but only her that you give in.
Oblique spheroids that turn us
Questioning if its round or circle
Rapidly is not enough to find someone like you
Searching for love? you don't have to
The love will just find you at the right time
Unbelievable right? &
Very unrealistic to believe.
Wait & be patient, while
X is marking you to cross the path
You'll never know it will just knock out of your door
Zest is along the way!
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
I replay it in my head
L osing our temper
O verthinking
V iolent words
E xaggerations
Y ou walked
O ut the door
U ncivilly
S till, I wait
T omorrow you might come back
I leave the door unlocked
L isten to our song
L et it play over and over again
I pour another glass
A llowing myself to
L ose my mind
W ondering
A pologizing to myself
Y our voice in my ears
S uffocating my thoughts
W ould it have ended differently
I f I had let you win
L et go of my pride
L ooks like we'll never know
- p. winter
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
there are no words
for the way my ski
n electrifies when y
our smoke wraps ar
ound our bodies and
sends shivers down m
y spine because you a
re trickling your finge
rs down my ribs and s
ometimes i can not hel
p but think about how
blood felt trickling dow
n my wrists and by the
time you came around
i was so far gone that i
'm more than surprised
about how someone wh
ose smile is always six m
iles wide could love some
one who wants to be bur
ied six feet under and if i
lost the chance to tell you
that i love you, then i don
;t know where i would be
and if i make my bed in a
grave before you do i hop
e you never pick up the bo
ttle again and try to find s
olace because we both kno
w that anesthetics are neve
r any different from poison
s and if your nerve endings
remember my touch and y
our breath gets short but h
eavy when you think you j
ust got a text from me but
you remember that the te
xt will never come; i want y
ou to know that i love yo
u and that you can make it
through anything and if yo
u do just one thing in my r
emembrance then i want y
ou to never ******* drink
my taste away because no
matter how strong you se
em i still think that my p
assing will make you a lit
tle uneasy and a little diff
erent maybe and i wonde
r if you'll cry anywhere c
lose to as much as i used t
o cry on a nightly basis a
nd will you sneak out an
d walk down to the stop
sign where we exhaled a
nd inhaled smoke and we
held each other and ****
man when i laid on the as
phalt i still wished a car w
ould come speeding by e
ven though that's so ****
ed up and this isn't even a
poem it's just a ****** up
story but if you ever love
d me at all, you won't pi
ck up the bottle- you wo
n't take a shot even if it m
eans remembering the tr
igger.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
i like the typ<e tha?t's
dif}feren\t th=an
me in every way and
**fo ^rm ** (it'll h_]urt
le.ss if th-ey hu"rt me
'cause:: i know *if that
were m'e//, i neve:/r w
ould'a done it) ,*
i like the type that'll
always make me la**ug
h ev**%en whe^n i can't
bre##athe (even tho*ugh
it'd burn and const*rict,
that, righ**t the+re, wo[u
ld be h ea v)en).
i like the typ*e that won't ob
se_ss over me as i obs@ess
ov$er the m;(wouldn't wann
a put 'em through that kinda
m is e r ,y.)
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Trip Sitter Poem by Rob Sandman
We’ve all got a friend like this of course,
Istabraq, Seabiscuit the ould warhorse,
Snortin like a whale inhaling at the surface,
Smokes til just lookin’ at them makes your lungs hurt its-
Amazing grace while you’re off your face messed up,
They’re in the corner laughin' - not a hair mussed up,
**Not out of place in the place to be,
The opposite in fact a life saver to see,
Always at your back with a friendly shoulder,
A spliff, skins smokes-well timed glass of water**
Not immune or a ****** just seasoned,
When you’re lost-beyond all reason,
Lost the end of your sentence?-they’ve got it,
a well tuned part in the heart of the party chaotic,
The calm center of the whirlpool, Deadpool-
Quick with a line, not too cuttin’ but nobodies fool,
trip sitter, designated brain at the sesh,
A little OCD maybe, but nonetheless,
We’re all thankful with a full tankful
Its gas havin' a laugh knowin' you can bank full-
Confidence in your mates if you trip,
*But no mercy with the quips, quick! zip your lips
If you’re not in full control of the tongue,
They’ll be followin’ the slips and zip down your lungs
You’re a wounded gazelle on the plains and they’ll lunge,
Like a cheetah once you’ve taken the plunge*
I’m not talkin of only one person of course,
We all take turns as the tour de force-
goes round
**Like a Merry go round sound friends abound
While you’re bewildered the wildebeest takes the crown,
Don’t know about you, but I’m blessed with a few true-
Trip sitters babysitters life fitters diametrically opposed to bullshitters**
*Sideplitters with one liners that leave you gaspin’
For air beyond compare got the grasp and flavor
Best savour the moments-they’re all too few ,
Best friends are saviours who help you pull through,
So lets all give thanks to the big hitters,
Thanks lads and lasses I’m always grateful for me trip sitters!*
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
A collision!
Everyone frantic
All worried about
The people
Are they ok?
The damages
How much to fix that?
The traffic
How long is this gonna hold me up?
But maybe...
C ould we all just stop for a minute and
R ecalibrate our priorities to truly
A ppreciate the incredible variety of
S ounds joining together in perfect
H armony as the cars smash into one another?
Go ahead
Call me calloused
But listen:
Squeal Screech Honk Bam Boom Smash Bang Clank
Wham Crack Thwack Rattle Whoosh Hiss Gasp
But mostly
That unmistakable
Hauntingly mellifluous
CRASH!!!
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
I.
There was a time,
remember?
My God how you smiled.
Your perfect crooked teeth,
the freckles on your *******
All of it, designed to keep me.
How I love to be kept.
II.
Some nights, when there is no
noise in the hall, I think of you.
I wonder where you are, if you're
sleeping, if you're laying awake,
as I am, thinking of the other.
Even in this time, where conversations
are carried out blind on airwaves
and in text, I dare not call.
I don't want to wake you.
III.
Ours is an odd kind of courtship,
this dance we do. Around each other,
around city limits and state lines.
Two drifter souls, trying so hard
to find intimacy.
Trying to find one another,
no matter how far our feet travel,
no matter the distance we put between
ourselves. We search for one
another.
IV.
We lived together. Tried to
co-habituate,
remember?
It wasn't the disaster we thought
it would be. So long as we
had each other. So long
as we didn't bother each other.
We feel like we bother each other now.
We keep our distance.
How we love our ******* distance.
V.
I reach out for you some nights.
I try not to tell you that.
My hand, moving
of it's own accord, feels for your
warm body next to me. Searches
the cold, empty, silent sheets for you.
I try not to tell you that.
I don't know whose benefit I'm considering.
I don't want to hurt you, or
destroy us. We are too wonderful
too magical to mess up.
I just can't keep my feet from wandering
away. From bringing me places
I've never been.
I'm not in control of my hands and feet.
Not anymore.
It wasn't always this way.
VI.
Remember?
Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
Could you,
Loosen your grip on my reigns?
Obviously, you
Can't see how you're,
Killing me softly
Where am I now? Where do I sleep?
Over and over it replays on my mind,
Reverbirating sound of whips tearing my skin
Kindly put me down, and just put me out of my misery.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
My doctor wanted to give me the results of a blood test so asked me to come down
As I sat there listening to him meandering on about cholesterol, blood pressure, vitamin deficiencies
I got fed up and cut in on him suddenly
"Look Doc don't sugarcoat it, how long have I got ?"
He said "What do you mean, you're still in pretty good shape, you have a few things you gotta watch...
Again I cut in on him "I appreciate you're trying to break it to me easy Doc
But y'know I don't mind, as long as I...as long as I just get some nice big fancy disease with a big fancy name on it
Not one of those ould common garden type diseases that everyone gets
Something that'd make them all jealous envious
They'd all be looking at their own boring little diseases saying
"I wish I had a disease like his, with a big fancy name on it
Not this ordinary little disease that I've got
They'd be all looking over thinking
He must be a very special type of guy to have gotten such a big fancy disease like that...
The ****** of a doctor, he went and charged me 60 Euros
Now... now that hurt.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
Getting close to people
half-heartedly
will only give you suffering
but alas, sadly
so does getting closer
Maybe, that's why
if one day we do
I would yearn for you
more than I should
it frightens me
to my very core
that you'd leave me
like the rest would
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
C ould you,
L oosen your grip on my reigns?
O bviously, you
C an't see how you're,
K illing me softly
W here am I now, where do I sleep?
O ver and over it replays on my mind,
R everbirating sound of whips tearing my skin
K indly put me down, and just put me out of my misery.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
I want(ed) people to stop talking to me
So that I c(ould)an think profoundly of you
I want(ed) to go home so that I c(ould)an lay in bed and think of you
I th(ought)ink about you every chance I g(ot)et, my love I d(idn't)on't want you to know this because I know that you don't
Love is(was) thinking about you even when you weren't around
My love, I analyze(ed) every moment that we've spent together from that first time you held my hand to the last I heard of your soft breaths on the phone on a Monday when you left me.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
maybe
you've-had-it-right
all/ a/ long
i. don't. know.
how.
toslowthislove;
D. O. wn.
~~sp~in~
sWEll
some\shallow\attempt
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your <lips>
in. my. mouth.
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my _ veins
thighs@myshoulders
your )( redolence )(
your-hair
the mellllllttttt
we = feel
your °look°
my
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& who w{c}ould
ever
(want to)
For ___ Get
that¿
[my] dear
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
rightrightleft
slip
slip
right left(hook)
dance d a nc e fleshy mote
in starkness sparkle
pearl violence; youyou you you
thought you
c ould
touch me butbu bu bbu
but now
you wither in a sweatish slumber
on this canvas shore
as a sheet of vibrations corona
on the mingled flames of my accurate
d e s
truction;
(did you really think you'd win
?
)
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 12:21 PM UTC
Where is the emotion I could only ever bare
when you were here beside me every day and everywhere
I seem to be avoiding all the simple things I knew
instead commit to stupor coming out of me and you
Whatever hasn't happened I expect at any time
receiving with the darkness every shadow in my mind
It's good to be alone and I have come to much prefer
the solitude of sameness as the days become a blur
I'm learning to admit that what is perfect will not break
and daily seek the patience to accept it when I wake
Today has been forever and forever's moving still
a death that has no fear because it goes against our will
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Strong…
That’s…
What Everyone…
Sees…
Being *Me*?
That’s…
My…
Facade…
But no one…
Could ever See…
*Me*…
But You...
I think…
And you’d always…
Talk to me...
Speak to me…
And tell me…
That I’m weak…
Very…
Very Weak...
And *you’ll Cry*...
And *you’ll Plea*…
*You’ll Call*...
And *you’ll Scream*...
That…
Mentally…
I’ve Lost…
Emotionally…
I’m Tired…
Physically…
I’m Broke…
And
I...
Would deny your claim...
*Who*...
Do you *Think*...
You *Are*?
You…
Can’t See…
Through my Facade…
...But…
You…
May be...
Right Though…
Maybe...
You’ve Once...
Told your Friends...
That…
If They *Look* at me…
Closely...
*They*…
Could See *Me*...
Breaking…
From the *Pressure*?
*Emotionally*…
Literally...
But Baby...
*You* Know…
You are Wrong...
*Because*...
*You've* Forgotten…
*One* Last Thing...
It's that...
I Am…
But…
A *Porcelain Doll*...
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
It's weird because I feel an icy chill in my veins and through out my body but I have this attraction to fire.
I love fire.
The flames are so mesmerizing.
I just cant get enough of it.
I ould stare at a fire for hours.
I think it's my body internally searching for the warmth and power that I lack.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
My soul is lost
Entangled with flaws
Noting to exist
Acquiesce with a hissed
Miracle could happen
Albeit what the situation is
Remember all the things have reason
Could only wish to use it in my decision
Ode to humanity express with a deepest certainty
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC