"permanantly" poems
I carry
your memory
everywhere I go.
It hangs
inside my soul,
seems stuck there
permanantly.
For your beauty
will never die.
Like a thistle,
it clings
to my heart
forever.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
She's a small town girl, but she thinks she's made for the big city. You've seen her; walking through the streets, cigarette between her lips and a glint in her eye that says ''you don't know **** about me.'' She's the simple body, simple face, simple voice but she's a disaster just waiting to happen. She's a volcano ready to erupt in the most beautiful way possible.
She looks at you with her eyes giving nothing away, piercing your soul, overpowering your mind with 1000 questions, the first being ''who are you?'' But you don't ask because in all honesty, it's more exciting that way and she has no ******* clue who she is. You wanna know her, right? You want her to open herself up and reveal to you all those sacred parts of her body. You want to explore her skin, feel her bones. You want her to leave a mark on you made of lipstick, you want your sheets to smell like her perfume and you always want more.
She isn't going to give you more.
She's a timebomb, ticking away the more you watch her. It makes her angry. She knows your staring at her *** as she walks away and she's wondering why you still won't look her in the eyes when she talks to you. She might rip her clothes off for you but she's never going to let you behind her skin. It's dark there and sometimes, there isn't a way out... at least for her. She knows you're going to leave and she's waiting. And when you leave, she'll cry for you. She'll cry herself to sleep.
But it's okay, because one day she'll live in the big city. It's okay because she'll find someone else, right? It's okay to treat her like a cheap piece of **** because one day she'll find someone who doesn't. And all of this pain she feels, all of these tears; they're just temporary. No way could you hurt her permanantly. I mean, she'll get over it, right?
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
We have been kicking it for a minute or yhu can say a while
I love everyhing about yhu from ya laugh to ya smile
Time goes by I find myself continuosly asking that question yhu relunctantly turn down
but you don't want to stop messing around
You like us better with no title
Your not my girl, not my wife none of the lubby dubby shyt
But you always come to me when you need that quick fix
I'm patiently waiting for you to be ready
Wondering will you ever be my girl or should I say lady
But you prefere us to have no title
You want no compilcations to what we created things go smooth
You already got ya wife someone already married you
No ring involved just a word with no meaning someone before me has a title ****
So I'm stuck with working hard to move up a notch from just ya friend
You say 'we are better with no title'
Well I'm sick of this shyt I can't take no more
You be my girl or I will permanantly walk out ya door
I am willing to let go of the sex,laughs,conversation no more of my time will I waste on you
I soon find someone to give me what you was so scared to
A TITLE
Now your ****** I ain't shyt now you hate my guts
Mad at the fact I found someone to return the love
You feel some type of way now I have found someone new
And now I'm ok with being just friends with you
Your right we don't need a title
See I got tired of asking, wanting, and waitng
So yes I went and found someone that would love to be my lady
Now I have a girlfriend, you want to be that so you make a rival
All your screaming ranting and raving in the beginning your the one who said we didn't need a title......
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
brent?
*******
that one letter
has sprung my mental self
permanantly
ripped my family apart
made me afraid to drive in that sad excuse of a town
i thought i loved it there
is that why we left?
is that why i flinch
or see blurs of
blue
yellow
green
purple
everytime I see
that silver Chevy pickup?
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
So weary
am I
but the second
I let my head forfeit
and lay upon that pillow
Energy is thrusted into my veins
a longing for something more
for every man in this world
to fall in love with me
and for what?
to be a beauty queen?
to be a temptress?
Oh foolish terrible
animalistic
heart
You are my ache
my vice
this world is only but
a mere man on the moon
reflecting hopes and dreams
and cloudy lust
Please
can just one man
enter my world
without me
immediately
and permanantly
becoming his prisoner
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
I can feel the wind
The scent of the wild
Hands turn into paws
Teeth into fangs
Growing an animal nose
Fur bristling on my back
I run as fast as I can
Sprinting past the lake
I'm finally who I want to be
But I yowl in pain as I transform back
Back into a human
The worst animal to transform into
Change me back
Permanantly
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC