"persistance" poems
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
I have been in a relationship with my insomnia for four years
Have been on and off with my inability to sleep for as long as I can remember
Know him so well
That trying to avoid him
Is not even an option
His persistance so strong
That I have given up all attempts to leave him
Instead I attempt to please
Feed him with too many thoughts
And late night conversations
Provide him with anxiety
And reaccuring nightmares
It is easy to love something
That has practically become a part of you
Easy to get attached to something
That knows your weakness
Time and again
I have tried to end things
Pursued alcohol before bedtime and medication proven drowsy
But somehow I always come back to him
Let him convince me that sleep isn't needed anyway
That he can give me all of the attention I will ever need
Insomnia
Is the boyfriend I will never be able to break up with
Is the one out to get me
Is the enemy created by my own mind
By my overthinking and fear
Insomnia
Lives in the tip of my pen
In the bend of my fingers
Lures me with words
I cannot keep them inside any longer
Insomnia
Tells me writing is the only way I will stay sane
And if sanity can live without sleep
Then there is no point in doing so
If lack of it
Provides me with material
And the power to write away my demons
Then so be it.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Happy Birthday Dear Friend,
What a year it truely has been,
Time moves differently when you are no where to be seen.
Things no longer feel the way it used to feel,
I guess the 365 days have allowed me to heal.
I see your movements, your growth, your persistance,
Just know that I am proud of you, and because of that there must be some distance.
I feel no animosity, no anger, no pain,
As you enter into another year, I hope for many more gains.
It feels like you have gone,
It feels like you have withdrawn.
It feels like you have healed,
It feels like I have healed,
I pray for long life and prosperity,
I pray for peace, joy and love,
I pray for growth and happiness.
I pray for you at the dusk of dawn,
Always and Forever Dear Friend
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
They say we have these anchors
They drown us out at sea
But this chain bound tight to my ankle
Is not fastened to a weight.
It just keeps going
Link by link
It has no end
No beginning
I was born into this aquatic life
From my earliest days
I was held underwater
And each day on has added to my chain
Not like the chain of Jacob Marley
In Dickens' tale,
Not forged by greed
But birthed from every thought
That I cannot forget
And every blow to my persistance
I have ever recieved
It all stays with me
And we each have these chains.
But most grow gills
And sprout fins.
And learn to swim .
But here I am.
Still drowning.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Evening meadow in November
Glowing in sun's golden ember
Wind whispers in the grasses
Kestral screeching as he passes
Giant storm clouds in the distance
But above my head the sky is clear
Birds singing in persistance
Calling for the attention of my ear
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
My favorite people are women
Right from the very beginning
Let the boss kick your tail
Let the stockmarket fail
In her arms you will know you are winning
Some come with the loveliest chassis
They like to put fog on your glasses
Pursue till you catch one
Persistance will fetch one
Who'll love to receive your cool passes
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN
THEY LOVE COWBOYS AND LAWYERS AND ******
THEY GIVE THEIR LAST CRUMB
MY MOTHER WAS ONE
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN
She has the same notion as you son
She's not a big teaser to out run
Commit a wee bit of chasing
Then it's time for embracing
Your libido is due for some fun
As you've kept your nose to the grindstone
Receiving great love from a fine one
If you're worn to deep slumber
You can take down her number
There's always another night, Son
CHORUS
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 4:43 PM UTC
You came to me so docile
Like a caterpillar on a leaf
But like that caterpillar,
You had full intention of
ripping me
apart
with your
teeth
And you offered up some ****
and I gave in with naivety
though I was already high
you watched me
oh
so
steadily
Then you pounced
I couldn't flee
Immobile me
couldn't push
you far
but I said a few
stops
and
nos
and
please don't Charlie
but you kept
on going
persistant
Persistance is key
they say
Well
**** that
I say
You degraded me that night
You
***** me
that night.
I'm never going to accept a sorry.
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
There are so many things
I want to say to you.
But I know I never will.
So I wrote this rhyme of passion,
Just to say how I feel.
I want to tell you,
You're beautiful.
The Words form on my tounge.
But I'm to scared to say anything.
My teeth clench.
And I remain alone.
Because my words can't find a way,
Past the barrier of bones
I want to tell you how you swim in my head.
How jealous rage coursed through my veins,
When I saw you kissing him.
But I didn't say anything.
I stood and burned in my skin.
I put up a barrier,
I built walls up high,
To keep out rejection.
To keep my distance.
And no matter the persistance,
I kept my resistance.
But cracks are starting to show
In my foundation.
Because of your eyes,
Dear God your eyes,
Wells, so deep,
I can't see the bottom.
And your lips,
Dear God your lips,
Jewels set on your face,
That I feel I was born just to kiss.
At night I want to reach out,
And find your body there.
I want to know every inch of your skin.
I want to feel your weight on my hips.
I want to tell you how your name echos in my chest.
I want to tell you how,
If I had the option of going anywhere
And doing anything
Or sitting in with you, drinking wine
And watching a ******* film.
I'd pick you everytime
But my courage seems to elude me.
I wish my beating heart would be still.
Because there are so many things,
I want to say to you
But I know I never will.
Dec 19, 2009
Dec 19, 2009 at 9:13 AM UTC
I sit wrapped in mist...
as the Fog Bank rolls in
on the shores of my mind
I find through an ocean
fed upon by the River Styx
lost in my own Complexity
Thoughts like confetti
float through the air
as if to Puzzle me to Dare
To arrange the Puzzle Pieces
of my life, while constantly bogged
in the mists of my own Mind
Sequential thoughts drifting
in the mists of time and place
as I continue to search for my face
Lost in the pile of puzzle pieces
a jumble in the duration of the
persistance of my procreation
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
It always seems that
Endeavors lead
To broken dreams
When all your life
You were told
You are a Failure
The seed they plant
Grows to flower
And leaves you with
A lack of power
And Persistance
Upon their assured
Insistence that you're
Just a door ****
Your futures stolen
Your soul is robbed
They need to see
Its easier to raise
A Boy with praise
Then have to fix
A broken man
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Only one question remains,
Will you destroy yourself
Before you find yourself?
The worship of substance
Will only lead to the chase.
The only modern persistance
Is living life in a consistent pace.
The plants, animals, and everything In existence
Have the same origin
Blessed are the heathens!
We came from stars
Made outa' heaven,
And now we've made earth
Into our own perfect hell.
Everyone is searching
For their own holy grail.
When, as if we are all blind,
It's right in front of our eyes,
Waiting to be utilized.
Because our meaning can only be found
Through the service of others.
We first learn this from our mothers.
Evoke the spirit through peace.
Count every atom in existence,
And you will soon find
The solution is one.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
I believe in the future,
and in looking toward it.
I believe in moving on.
I believe in change,
and that it is possible.
I believe in potential,
and in recognizing potential.
I believe that there is good in the world,
and I believe that something good
is always coming.
I believe in positivity.
I believe in God.
I believe in Christ.
I believe in love.
And I believe that I am worthy of love.
I believe in smiles.
and hugs.
I believe in dancing in the rain
and running through the flowers
and lounging in the sun.
I believe in celebrating life
always.
I believe in smelling the flowers
and in taking it all in.
I believe that happiness is a choice.
And I believe in hard work,
and persistance.
I believe in faith,
and in leaping for it.
I believe in taking risks.
I believe in life.
And I believe in living it.
I believe that you can be broken,
But I believe that you can put yourself back together.
I believe in hope
and in hoping.
I believe in personal strength.
I believe in joy
And I believe in friendship
I belive in service-
in willingly giving and in receiving it.
I believe in recognizing the beauty of the world,
I believe in creating good in the world,
And I believe that I can change the world.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Sixteen wasn't too far away
But I can remember it
Feel it
Like it was yesterday
Hearts beating out of chests
As if to reach for one another
Speaking language on skin
Goosebumps as braille
That only we could interpret
I do not remember every second we spent together
Only certain moments
Sacharrin memories that have stuck to my tongue
Can not be washed off with mouthwash or salt
They are far too sweet to erase
I do not remember it all
But I do remember feelings
I remember movement
The involuntary curve of upper the lip
Brought on by overwhelming delirium
Contentment
Happiness
I can feel your smile more than I can picture it
I can picture
The lone tear that would escape an eyelid
Every now and then in the heat of an argument
To remind us
That this is real
And it was
Our distance was never anything more than a few miles yet
We always stayed up to make sure
That the other
Was home safe
Tucked beneath the covers
After driving home
2am in pouring rain
It's funny how
Love comes in more than just four letters
In more than a word
In more than just saying it
An announcement
It comes in
Reminders
In ensuring well-being
In wishes
In thrown pennies into wells
In nostalgia
In remembering how lovely it is
I know we were never ideal
Maybe we fought way more than we should have
Our persistance got between us more than once
You a virgo
And I, a taurus
I'm sorry for being a bull
But I never meant to bully you
I used words like grenades all too often
I was a detonator
When I should have been shelter
Protectant
It was silly for me not to be
I was sixteen when I met you
And sixteen when I loved you
I'm older now
Slightly wiser than I was back then
But in reality
I'm no different
The scariest thing to me is that
It seems as if
Years are nothing more than days
It seems as if
This was all yesterday
That time hasn't even begun to graze our youthful skin
But it has
And it is
Time has touched us in ways I never imagined possible
We have already grown apart
Streched to other sides of country
Dipping our bones into different waters
But if there's something you've shown me
Something you've taught me
It's that
Your first love
Will always be your first love
Regardless of how life goes on
Regardless of who you meet
Where you go
What you see
Regardless of distance, time
Whatever it is
Your first love
Will always be your first love
And love,
You will always be
Mine.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
my condolence to my heart for witnessing
the pain of a broken desire
where was i when the shot rang out
those years ago?
distance, lover
you have played the part so well
i feel so sick to discover
you don't care
that every word from my heart
decodes into your name
with a decrescendo
by your reaction
was all of me wasted
when my life will dedicate
to honoring your name?
i just lost all feeling to logistics
example: i look up to you
but when i was lost
where were you?
you didn't even post a sign
return my love with none but empty words
and seduction furthering...
distance, lover
you have played the part so well
i feel so sick to discover
you don't care
that every word from my heart
decodes into your name
with a decrescendo
by your reaction
persistance on my part has shown me
i've wasted yet another breath
insistance to be yours has brought me
yet another wasted breath
but it's okay
i've got more cool
to focus all my energy
into something i can hold
after all... it's just the loss of a love
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
I heard your protest
those two letters singing in my ears
your proclamations cut through my clothes
and left me
****
**** on the cold hard ground
but my heart didn't grasp the meaning
my brain could not compute
I had to get back up
and embrace your person
and although you pulled away
although you thought of him
you always thought of me
when you kissed me back
and ran into my open arms
with persistence I believe
your eyes will open up
you'll see the bright new future
the one you have in me
maybe you'll regret
someday in the forthcoming winters
thoughts blooming with the spring flowers
but never that you left him
only that you did not do it sooner
and I will kiss you on the forehead
and whisper
in your ear
that is doesn't matter
as long as ,now, your here
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
If I can't have the one I want,
then perhaps,
I won't have anyone at all.
I'm a ghost these days anyway.
Right here,
does anyone really see me?
This man reeks of tabacoo and *****
I wonder at his persistance,
so willing to touch a stranger.
Hands try to tug through my hair,
his breath so close to my face.
This absence in me echoes lost.
Recently my hearts been broken.
But for a moment,
the pain stops,
and I can't feel anything but nauseous.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
You told me to tell you everything
I resisted
But you were persistent
And I couldn't take it
So I told you every little thing
I let you in
For a while we were best friends
But then it all happened again
You became broken like me
Perhaps it was because of me
I told you to much ****
I guess you shouldn't have been so persistent
You started doing the same things I did
But I wouldn't stop it
How could I stop you
If I couldn't even stop myself?
And then we drifted
Just like that you were gone
You said you found better people
But remember when you said I was perfection?
I knew it was a lie
I could see it in your eye
Everyone leaves me
I even left me
The last thing I heard from you
Made me emotionally break down
You told me to get help
You said everyone knew I needed it
I guess is what happens when people are persistent
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
there are no words, only feelings that cannot truely be shown
no one knows exactly how she feels, it makes her feel so
Alone
no one is there, no one is around
her heart is filled with something that has her
Confused
she has never felt this before
it Hurts
it makes her feel so
Sad so Sick
it brings tears to her eyes
it steals the energy from her body
to fuel its ever growing
Pain
it will not go away, no matter how hard she tries, tries to
Forget
yet it always finds a way to bring itself to the front of her mind
nagging her until she can take it no longer
she gives in, gives in to its unstoppable persistance
it drives her mad
it is always there, it never leaves her alone this feeling
it is as if its only objective is to break her down
tear down her will until it is absolutely nothing
until all that is left is a
Scared
Hurt
little girl alone, and afraid of the monsters lurking in the darkness
waiting, waiting for her to return to them
return to their grasps, for the little girl had left many years ago
yet they knew one day that she would come back to their lair
for the feeling growing in her heart was no match for the girl
they would go on playing their games
passing her back and forth, and she lets them
she waits until one day when their fun is over
and they are through
thoughts of freedon are the only things that keep her going
for without them she would be consumed
consumed by pain, and fear
she knows, knows that there are fields of daisy flowers
waiting for her to come to them
for one day she will be free
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
Many times in life we find ourselves depressed/alone, companionship abandoned
We all have our own stories in which most people dont want to hear/care
Often times an animal takes the place and slowly feels that void
They immediately understand something is wrong, they begin to shower you with love
Even if pushed away persistance insists
Like angel's on earth, they warm their way into your heart and remind you your still alive.
She is a cat, her name Chaqweeta
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
How do we know what is real and what is fake,
how do we know if you're in a dream or if you're awake.
Everything in existance is gauged by numbers...
the distance in which we've travelled,
a date of birth,
how old we are,
the amount of minutes we've breathed,
the number of times we've wished upon a shooting star.
We ponder on many levels
We live in different dimensions
different time zones, a number of directions.
We are all disconnected yet connected in some way.
Here we are,
in an on going time lapse
a metamorphis of numbers
gauging our existance
yet again it is the human persistance
to label, to categorize
to put a meaning to everything that lays in front of our eyes
but why don't we just drift...
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
When I'm driving,
Too often lately,
I've been sitting in the passenger seat
A whirlwind mosaic
Of all the parts
So impossible to relate
Flies by beyond my windshield;
A visual symphony in tune
To all the music I love-
To all the songs you hated
I've looked forward
To this time of year-
The start of a winter
Threatening persistance,
The rain changing to sleet...
Even the freedom to leave the windows up
And the reminder of you in every breath
For months
Perhaps I just need
To sit in the driver's seat next time
(Or any time)
And begin stringing my mosaic together
So that maybe
Spring will come quickly this year
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
The Past looks right at me,
with those big, glass eyes that
sparkle even when it's dark out.
They are all-knowing eyes, and they
see through time and space.
The Past touches my high-boned cheek and whispers so
sweetly, calling me to innocent, bright springs
and free, young summers where I was evermore myself to revel in.
The Past is telling me stories about a time when I dreamed so many dreams
and I feared nothing and no one.
I wasn't afraid of love and I wasn't afraid of exploring and only being.
The Past is a tease, making me warm and wet for days it knows
I can never have back.
And the Present grabs a hold of me with burly arms thickly corded with
muscle and persistance.
There's no running back in a slow motion reel, and running forward
into the arms of that mysterious stranger Future is scarier
than what hides in the dark of the moon.
I'll settle for an even pace and a prayer.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
*persistance doesnt work
when convenience is what holds your smirk*
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
she is just a chord in an extravagent musical classic,
a stir in the wire, a tune hidden but in bass!
she herself not aware where the music leads her to,
but;
the persistance stay,
and she jumps up and high, low and down the pathways....
and than he appeared;
loveable but bitter, intense but flowy
grasper but leaver, harsh but low key,
he showed her the love she parched for,
but still in bits and pieces;
he is the waterfall that is bound to keep you thirsty,
still u are aware,
there is no way to astray here and there...
he loves her like a winter sun,
cold and perished, warm and so hot that burns.....
"why still there is a void so deep and peristalting
resurfacing now and than "
do the loves of all lovers so unfulfilling
or its just a charisma of love that makes u perished still parched?.......
the hands of his ,melt inside her heart,
reverberation so strong she feels the taste of blood in her mouth....
the world go around in all direction, may be its called a skip of beat
or
may be she is no more in senses to think so deep!!
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC