"ownselves" poems
String pickers,
violinists
Poets
Bad Boys
The lot of you
We fall in Love
with you
a thousand times a day
We listen to your songs
poems
Voices,
over and over
Common thread in crystals
cloud bursts of feeling
that you each sharpen
daily
You
Bad Boys Of Poetry
You
cut we
black butterflies
and
dark diamond
poetesses
daily,
hourly
We butterfly bats
dance,
sing
write!
Yet,
you
Bad Boys Of Poetry
Still
Lie, there in
to your ownselves,
and say
"No one loves me,
I'm alone
Forgotten"
Well,
No.
We each see
as we wish
Pluck your strings!
Sing your songs!
But know,
you're LOVED
A thousand times a day
By black butterflies
and dark diamonds
Poetesses
~only a poetess
A
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
They fall upon us over the spillways of time,
Burbling at us through some Radio Free Nostalgia
Courtesy of some college station sitting at the far left of the dial
Or streaky CDs at the rear of some forlorn shelf,
And we know them to be to be, if not outright falsehoods,
Among the more variable of truths
(As all truths are, if we’re being honest about the matter)
For when someone sets out to create the Great American Whatever,
It becomes quickly apparent that such paths
Are not straight and clear, but wind and double back upon themselves,
Replete with thorns and weeds with bladed edges;
Egos must be stroked, revenue streams and margins considered,
Leaving one’s primary legacy as a testament to compromise.
But to be a casualty is not necessarily to be a fatality,
And through the narrowness of a three-minute window,
Purveyed to us by quartets of chanteuses
Who were no strangers to compromise their ownselves
(So many staged photo shoots,
So many hokey Christmas songs and cosmetic-sale jingles)
We can glimpse momentary epiphanies,
Crescent-moon slices of the verities,
Which, if not the whole truth and nothing but,
Provide us with something to hold, something to hum
As we go about the tortuous business
Of making some sense of the whole **** thing.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
Who are you?
Who are you?
My God,
Who are you?
Are your silent words
The only thing I hear?
Why did you make man out of clay?
If you knew that somewhere, someday,
They would become evil?
They would become evil?
Why did you give man such free will?
If you knew that our hearts would fill,
Their ownselves with evil?
Their ownselves with evil?
And if you have pow'r, why not fight?
If you knew they'd bend by the light?
The dark demonic evil?
The dark demonic evil?
Who are you?
Who are you?
My God,
Who are you?
Are your silent words
The only thing I hear?
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 4:46 AM UTC
Happiness lies on both health and wealth
Because without health
no use of wealth
and without wealth
no use of dreams
Happiness lies in dreams
Happiness lies in caring and sharing
Happiness lies in positivity
Happiness never means to hurt others in any way
Happiness never means to destroy someone
It's never can give you happiness
Happiness lies in never ending journey
not in a fixed destination
Happiness lies in us
Just we have to find it with love
Happiness is something beautiful
which ones can be adore
but when a person started hating someone instead of loving others and ownselves
they started lossing their happiness forever
that's why it's said forget, forgave and move on
That's only give you extreme happiness
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 12:42 PM UTC
Were we split or shaken by qualms and quarrels,
Quaked from boughs in bushels no longer cherished;
Were we rocked from resting upon our laurels,
Laureates perished,
Sense would part from substance, go unattended,
Try to sense itself, but not sensing ever;
Substance lacking sense would be left unmended,
Parted forever:
Blue apart from sky, for the air was looted;
Red not rock nor flame nor a beating bloodline;
Grassless green, the sod and the seed uprooted;
Light without sunshine;
Heat without the sun's heavy tide of summer;
Sweet without a tongue nor a licking lapping;
Beat without the blow of the drum, nor drummer
Steadily clapping.
Could you bear to tear our ownselves asunder?
Rather, let us bend at the laurel lightly,
Quiver little to strain not the bough whereunder
Fasten us tightly.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
**They're blinding us...
Indeed, all throughtout our lives we've been fooled
We didn't know who they really are,
and we didn't know what they can really do,
They made us believed that they care,
but for all we know it's all for their own benefits,
for their own good,
and for their ownselves.
We are under controlled by the people
we thought giving us what we need
But when you see them?
they are laughing at us,smiling widly showing all their teeth
while thinking we are all stupids and fools believing to their f*cking lies.
They do promises,
they out stretch their hand to us,
they're offering help for us
But behind those promises there's gonna be a broken hope
behind their hands out stretching to us they're gonna use alcohols
behind that help offers there's gonna be just waiting for nothing
They don't really rule,
they are controlling..
They don't really care,
they are really fooling.**
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
A very earie building, with the river behind watching.
The time don't stop, for the birds are your watchmen! They peer through your eyes, as the tree's smile uncloaked!
Desperate folks gather at the pool, alcoholic drink to quench, no mentioning of lunch, just the bees to flutter their stinger's! Nights grow older, neighbors get bolder. Some pestful so babilling, and vain speakings..
Sneaky seedlings spring to new life abroad, some here dress with class, as messes they make of their ownselves, what slobs!!!
None here for intellectual conversation, just horrible Penetration's to drowned out your better ideas!!
Sneeze lightly friend, for they can hear you in the sheet thin walls, this town is emptied of malls, just liquor store barrage!!!
Such a mirage...
I want a wedding like togetherness, where readiness is overtaking, and your breathe you shall lose...
From that purest love joy that is!!!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Why did gloomy times bring dreadful darkness ??why??
Why are the shadows teasing?? Why??
Why the sunlight stained?? Why??
Why the clains restrained the light?? Why??
Why our soul is tied up with invisible shackles?? Why??
Why do we have given the right to the sinners to test is?? Why??
Why sometimes darkness becomespeaceful
Or sometimes light becomes dreadful??why??
Why we feel alone in the crowded place?? Why??
Why we need someone's shoulder to cry??
Why can't we cry alone in our ownselves shoulders?? Why??
Why we think we are alone when we have our ownselves company?? Why??
Why we don't give importance to that thing which is nearest to us??
Why we got to know the importance of something or someone when they left us??
Why do we hurt people's and enjoy seeing them crying??
Why???
Just why????????
Do anyone have the answers of my why??
If anyone have then please give me the answers I want that answers.
I do had the answers but not the appropriate answers that can satisfy me fully.
I don't know why??
But may someone know then do tell me for sure.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 10:32 AM UTC
People watch your muthaphukkin' enemies
Because they be right next to you they lie with you
They all over the place stay on your tippy toes
Cuz they know where to go for show
But i peep game before game peep me
Ya see people end up ******* there ownselves
Think they got ya on lock but dont know they was already limited whos got the last laugh
Aint no hate in my heart im happy for the part
People only ya friends when you got money in ya hands then when ya empty thats when they starve
But they gets no love from.suffer eternally
Hahaahaa youll never drop me never stop me
Ill still smile through all the rain pain and sunshine
Hahaha **** em
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC