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Vic Jul 2019
The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.

"Goodnight"
A "poem" every day.

I'm becomming sadder every day, and it starts to cost more and more. I'm tired of existing, of living like this.
Mario Cotto Jan 2011
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead.

Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another.

No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God.

His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead.

The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come.

Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.

Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation.

He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death.

Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead.

Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another.

Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him.

For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
Kara Jean Jun 2016
She is obscene, ******* inbetween
I shouldn't haven't to explain what that means  
Only a handleful don't find her scary and overwelming
Ok so I'm letting the angry apple flavoring do all the writing
Who is really listening, honestly  
This psychotic chick will always be the one and only
Sorry if you were expecting me to sing
I suppose this was not enough
Oh well I'll keep sipping while you're guesstimating the measures you should be taking
Here's a secret, I mentally teeter totter unstably
So does the rest of poetfreak
Let's start a toast and forward the drinking
Lotus Apr 2012
My bare feet guide me in a spherical dance,
The full moon breeze carressing my naked skin,
The scent of silver dogwood petals overwelming my nostrils.

Drip....
Drip...
Drip....
The patient release of water from each tree's finger-tips,
Quiet, unchanging, an echo in my ears.


My eyes take in the astronomical ocean above,
Each constellation coming to life in my third eye...

"Come dance with me Stars! Come dance and move with me!"

And so the night continues, withhout time...
Only me, the stars, and abundant night.
DAVID Aug 2016
silence the everlasting
fire, and the thirst of
your skin,  well satisfed.


never doubtfull,  your eyes
shine of placer, desire, and
complete satisfaction.

humdty in my pelvis, the
silky and sour shine, in the
lap of this gratefull  and loved
lion.

and for a minute,
just in that moment, im
complete, serene, loved, wanted,
a full beast, serened and thankfull

the sorrow, the pain, and fouling acts,
and the brutal theft, are just bumps,
overcomed, erased with the humidity
of your ***.

doubtfull is the one, that  
has not loved, her lie is a heavy
cross, dark, fatal, deadly, her soul
will never love beneath the divine
phalus.

in return, your eyes, truth,
love and venture, loving an
impossible, but loving even so,
stertores of your  loved and
kissed ******.

penetrated, softly and ferouciously,
are the echo of the fire, crashing the
sea, making life, steam, watering the
earth, generating the trofhic cicle,
of life, fire and water, steam of life,
passion between two beasts,
beautiful and loved.

your honney and your
desire, WILD, intense,
evergreene,  are vitals,
for a beast of montecristo,

that just drags, harm and pain,
of betrayal, every cut, every  scratch,
every stabing, made of me, the strong man
that y am.

unbreakcable, and living, loving impossibles
destroying the lies, ending the weakness
of  layars, full of hate,  and envy,
for losing  that, holding our
lives.

after that, and for their weakness
montecristo is the winner, a beast
with a heart, learning to love, the possible
and the impossible, to dissapear in the other,
rapped in her ligth, and her beauty,


the evil and weak of the mondego girls,
only speed up, their catastrophy,
y stand alone before their mistakes, and their
lies and anathems, turn against them,
truth clean the waters, and the fire make the
steam, that generates life, makng a full cicle.

so, threw desire, and mutual passion,
impossible happens, in the name of life,
and love, the desire quimera, could never erase
the time we touch, dispise the difference
full and wild.

generating steam, making life,
roaring, *******, groaning, and
in my mind and in yours, the same
desire, the overwelming truth, our truth,
and the incompresible lie, vain, the
echoes of the false, and ther infectious lies,
corrupting wath was always life.

the false notion of love, and their
acomplisses, with her conning, and the
not aceptacion, vain or insane,
dark, crazy and
incomplte.
this one's for the ladies. is not the engine is the choices, just that and aceptation , ] all mi love for the ones with aceptation and a clean heart.[
Edward S Jun 2013
It was raining, thats all I knew,
I was heading home to see my baby boo.

It was stroming as I walked up the drive,
Thats when I saw her and another man begining to look alive.

I stopped and began to smoke,
It hurt so much I began to choke.

They decided to go out for the night,
I headed toward them, maybe she would see me and we would reunite.

It was a mistake,
Him and I began to fight, I was as swift as a snake.

When other guy was down, I went to claime my prize,
When I faced her there was only fear laying within her deep blue eyes.

I ran off in a rage, feeling hurt and sick,
She helped the other guy walk as he leaned on a wall made of brick.

I ran into an alley and broke down,
The rain becoming an overwelming sound.

The other guy went to search for me,
He rounded a corner and saw me, his face went grim.

I faced the other guy, and was suddenly slapped,
The snake was now trapped.

The other guy beat me senseless,
He didnt know that her and I shared a connection, and that he was hitting her aswell.. she was defenceless.

I thought of her,
All the memories of her and I began to reoccur.

The other guy kicked me once more,
He then walked away and didn't care anymore.

I lay there short of breath, the rain feeling as cold as death,
That was when I took my last breath.
This poem is about a song. This isnt a personal account
Vic Nov 2019
Drapetomania (n)
The overwelming urge to run away
A poem every day.
07-11-19
Hello agin, your back.
           Overwelming my body
                          Your back
            Only at night 4A.M.
               You keep me up
                    I cant sleep
              Nyquil isn't working
  Dark thoughts racing and chasing
  Flashbacks from the horrible times
                   What do i do
                   I've screamed
                     No answer
               I cry no one cares
                     Hello again
WhatIHopeToFeel Sep 2018
It's funny how you dont care about things that are important
Or things that don't matter.
Like life
Or this poem rhyming
Or spelling
Or people understanding it
I just feel like staring at a ceiling
Or hanging from it
I don't even care if a murderer would come and **** me now
It's just an overwelming feeling pushing at my skin
And I don't even care
My best friends seem like nothing
And my enemy knife and rope are what I imagine
Blood running down the drain
I paused the movie and don't care to Un pause it
I don't even want to walk up the stairsbut
I will
And I will stare at the ceiling until the harsh morning light comes
And I will not pay attention to anything
People will call me lazy.
And I will not care
I don't even care to give this a title
So use your imagination
Cause I'm all dried up.
Jr Sep 2017
All of this is just transparent
Untouchable,
Invisible,
Intangible

All of her is so wonderful
Overwelming,
Unbelievable,
Unimaginable

All of his is the opposite
Regular,
Pretentious,
Inmature

She an atheist of herself,
and he's the pope of his own religion

She thinks he's the best,
so she tries her best

He hurts her without intention
not on purpose, but he's not careful

Fragile as a crystal flower,
she blooms every now and then,
but she could break in a million pieces
at anytime

Brute as a river rock,
he colides with every thing he finds,
But he's now trying his very best
to have a gentle touch.
Lorelei Jan 2019
I wish I could tell you exactly what is going on in my soul

When I am with you

I wish I could tell you about the many nights I would fall asleep fantasizing

About loving arms to hold me

And loving arms to catch me when I fall

And a loving heart to beat close to mine

Phisically close

A heart that I would hear and that would love me...

Or about the loving hand that would stroke my hair

Untill I would finally fall asleep

Or the loving soft eyes that would see me finally

Just as I am!

In the nakedness of my flaws

And in the beauty of my dreams.

I wish there would be words to measure

The depth of the wish for you I had then

Just as I wish

There would be words to measure

The hight of the fireworks in my heart now

I wish I could tell you how overwelming you are

How grateful I am for you

How grand life feels now

Just because you are more than a dream

And the warmth of your skin makes you feel so reel

Like the heat of a fire that warms in deep frosty winter

Wanderers in the snow

I wish I would invent new words to describe

How it feels to have love fill the lonely hollow of my seconds

I wish I could tell you about my soul in feast

But words would never be enough

So think about the most beautiful day you can imagine

Let your soul be there  transported through time

And then you could catch a glimpse of what you mean to me.
Michael Perry Mar 2020
IN DAYS

Day One
for a moment.
by pause, a fog.
laden, having no memory.
lost, in itself, to forsaking.
the life of the living, ignored.

Day Two
from out of nowhere, the sound.
of thunder, listening to the beat.
as a life bringer, first a memento.
to gather, to mourn, to implore.
on its own, choices are made, each one.
ready for sacrifice to a higher god.

Day Three
in the middle, of nowhere, as everywhere.
they uprooted pass by footsteps come, ready.
a sound, by higher, in loud, I, to overwelming.
by an unknown, bewildered one, a jouney to, we.
accepting, choose, this, the context, if, of what will be.
             you, blink ready- now, to understand.

by Michael Perry
Keshia21lb Aug 2020
Love is not wanting to go anywhere without her.
Love is not caring what other people think about
the two of you. Love is when you feel depressed
and sickly when you’re not with her. You feel like
your life has no meaning or purpose without her.
And that if she wasn’t holding your hand you
would float away to heaven from where she
came. Love is caring for her physically and
emotionally. It’s telling her everyday, anytime,
anywhere, anyhow, for no just reason that you
love her. Love is telling her u want to spend the
rest of your life with her. Love is wanting to
marry her even tho ya’ll haven’t been dating that
long. That you would do anything and everything
for her. It’s the feeling that you would give up
everything just to see her smile or look into her
beautiful eyes or hear her soft, soothing voice.
Love is pure happiness. Love is the feeling you
get when all you have to do is think of her and it
brings a smile to your face and a yourning to
your heart. Love is not being able to think about
nething but her. Love is having the sweetest
dreams about her and waking up with a smile on
ur face. Love is an overwelming feeling of pure
bliss when the 2 of u kiss. Love is wanting to hold
her in ur arms till the end of time. Love is
wishing ur time with her never ends, that your
lips would be locked together forever, that she’d
be in ur arms till the end of time, that u could
cuddle with her for all of eternity. Love is being
helplessy and deeply in love with her and
knowing your love for her and your feelings for
her will never change/end. Love is the world, the
world is love, and she is the world to me…
Love is her saying all ur dream can come to pass.

— The End —