"pease" poems
Watching Trending videos on YouTube,
2 of the top ten videos are dead,
which means I’m watching ghosts,
having deja vu see it seems I’ve seen this scene before,
Rest In Peace Mac Miller,
Resit In Pease Xxxtentacion,
this spirits have be writing frantically,
going for gold or at least an honorable mention,
want to be anything except forgotten,
skin is fresh but core is rotten,
scent of cologne watching Post Malone,
give an interview on Jimmy Fallon,
seems we’ve fallen,
and our idols are a sign of where we’re at,
war never stopped it just changed forms,
from Germany to Vietnam to Iraq,
as the sun sets over San Francisco Bay,
I watch the colors run,
indifferent to the cause and the effect,
nothing’s perfect but the sky always looks so beautiful,
as I gaze out this bedroom window,
in a house I do not own,
just touched down from Australia,
back in The Bay for another round,
taking a moment to reflect,
in my feelings as the sun sets,
and it feels like we’ve seen it all,
even though we know we haven’t seen anything yet,
watching Trending videos on YouTube,
2 of the top ten videos are dead,
which means I’m watching ghosts,
having deja vu see it seems I’ve seen this scene before…
∆ LaLux ∆
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Descriptive words
they make us feel something inside.
Words like "heart pounding"
Can create a feeling of love or fear.
The use of temperature and color can do just the same.
Saying "the warm Sun colored leaves fell onto the sun baked ground"
Will never have the same feeling as "the dull colorless leaves fell onto the cold forgotten ground".
We see so much in words
Things that aren't even there.
Our minds try to fill in blanks with emotions we thing we should feel when we see them.
Our minds create pictures from words.
But the pictures can never be explained with words.
We hang on to words
We do it too much!
we hang on for so long
We forget what they originally ment.
We forget the emotional attachment we had with it.
Whether it's from a lover or friend or enemy.
We cling to words for the wrong reasons!
We can attach to words for power or confidence
We do it for Pease and war
We do it just for hope that someone will feel the same
about one word.
Any word.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
If you gave me true love fame
great fortune, a man to adore
and be greatfull for near or far before,
Pease resend all back to me!
I missed my mark before,😩🗽
multiply blessings 🙏🏻for my loved ones next of kin, the SanGutiers the Auer the Bach's the Welks the Mlozis
All known-unknown & true friends
please God!
Ah and as for my enemies traitor sterile raitano s & a, liz.w&
Greek predator thugs do as you please with'm return all they do to my kids isolating trashing us all,
back to them hundred fold!
I give them all my burning pain.
For Petes sakes get'm all out of our Julys Independence Day path.
In Christ name amen.
Happy New year to all.
~~~~~~
Karijinbba
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
That woman really messed with my head.
I think she had issues. She left me whispering in bed at night while staring at the ceiling.
Ever recite her stuff in an altered state ? California for instance.
"Sing a song of sixpence". ? Twisted.
"Pease porridge hot" ? My word.
"Wee Willie Winkie" ? I am scared of you.
Great stuff.
Thanks Mother. No really
A Beautiful mind.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
Pease excuse my excitement when I say I've met a girl
Whose face is sweet
But not sweet
For to say it is sweet is to say it is bitter
And to say it is bitter is to say it is tasteless
And regardless she is not from here, and does not understand the language
And I could teach her
But I won't
For to teach her is to know her,
Put sounds and noises to a face that is more than sweet,
A story, a sadness, a soul like my own
To destroy the perfect beauty, withheld from the unknown
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
So I sez to noone there.
Go in pease.
Noone answered so i
suppose you are hanging
around. Let the day fold
into another night. I no
longer cry for you I sez.
I bring back from you
the nurturing, the dreams.
So I will no longer go
wichu to the palace of
jewels that was your
hideout. Only I was
allowed in until you
jest turned around and
disappeared.
I known no other love.
I will not suffer for a long
the way I drop crumbs
for you to follow in cases
you look for me in the
undergrowth of the years
and tears of a life
mistaken.
Caroline Shank
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
Can't you hear the whispers
Left outside
Wasted
Abused and now abrasive
Threats flow from the dark
From outside
Where the whispers reside
Every heartbreak
Every hardship
Spilled plainly from the thing that whispers
It can't be human
What is it
What could possibly torment you this way
Bombarded by your mistakes
Whispered from the dark
Into your ears
Into your soul
You turn black
You look back
What is the thing that's whispering
What is this thing that knows all of my secrets
Frantic
In a panic
Where is it
Where is it!
This all must stop
Pease just stop
The whispers
The whispers
They grow louder
None of it matters
I swear none of it mattered
Must you make me remember
Reveal yourself
What are you
Why do you whisper
How do you know my secrets
How do you understand my mind
It's not my time
I don't want to die
The thing that whispers
It stepped out of the dark
Same eyes
Same face
Same birthmark
Covered in scars
You're not human
You're not me
This is impossible
This can't be
You spiral into insanity
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
My heart it hurts
It breaking my rips from the inside out
It leaves me rooting right through
Makes me frow up all the love i have for you
Every cut on my skin proves
Im willing to lern how to lose
Myself even more than you
They ***** the love i cannot give you
My head is full of dreams and stories
Stiffed to the brim with new idees
You're in every happy ending
In every book i erase myself
Let me paint you in the morningsun
Capture you grinning to the girls you love
Let me use this brush and paint
To give you an insight of your light
Every tear fell from my cheeks
Proves im not just a freak
I feel and feel and cant help but think
Oh how better life would be
without existing
The scent through the door is clear
It smeels like rotten pease and leaves
It feels like a forgotten dream
It feels like a missed opportunity
And when she'll die ill be in pices
Will you see it will you be there
To safe me from ripping open
My heart is butcherd bleeing broken
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 4:27 AM UTC
**** I can't think. I'm in love with you. I can't be with you. I see you suffering be hind a smile. I'm suffering behind a mask. What good is this **** if in the end we are both heart broken and will never truly love some one again. I have so many ******* regrets now that we said goodbye. All I want is you but you think I'm to good for you. The **** I am! I'm just a poor pease of **** that hides behind a mask. I smoke *** I smoke ciggeretes, I ******* drink constantly. **** its not you who is bad for me. I'm just bad for myself. But I still don't want to say goodbye.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Pease show me your everything.
I want to see the light,
and the dark abyss.
Let me see you
at your strongest
and your weakest.
Show me your hidden self.
Let me hold you.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
Existence
Here nor their
A Pease of matter
That really don't matter
I exist but don't
I feel invisible
Like the air that surrounds me
But stagnant
Only if one can see
I'd give my all to them
Undermined
I'd probably get struck by lightning
B4 someone will stay
I'm just a good time for just a night
my undivided atention is unwated
my love is never needed
My pain grows with every one I meet
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
Dose she dream in french
or maybe Russian
dose she dream smells
dose she dream all the things in-between
dose she dream colours
for dreams are so small
but mean so much
to the senses of the head
but I know what you wish for
Love And Pease
Pease to all others.
P@ul.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
A cry was heard, the worried dad sighed.
He made entrance, saw bae sweat drenched face.
It was a gruelingly, four hour delivery.
A second son, his household was stronger now, another pillar.
Like a datura in a manure heap, the young man grew. Full of life, insatiable ambition and a darling to his old man.
He set standards for youthfulness, his nature was a mark of a born leader.
But like a flower in a waterless vase.
Like a diseased dove in the winter,
Like a healthy corn in midst of striga,
Life was snapped like a tree hit by lightening.
A Gaping hole on a group, like a bus without a steering wheel so has he left us.
We like scattered chicks after an hawk onslaught.
Our mind have questions, unanswered. Songs unsang, hugs denied and counsel never given.
May the toil of life cease, may joy be your portion.
Rest in pease ****
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC