"posessions" poems
Oh simplicity how you reach out to my closed arms
in fear of how simple it may be to be happy
Without worldly posessions in grasps of their needy hands
I've never felt so at peace as the trade winds sweep my hair on delicate sunsets of May
where red wine makes me lush but aware...
of the magnificence of this moment, here, now.
The geese migrate, I seperate from the man made sounds of the city
although the connect the dots of street lights seem to guide me
The shifting landscape
the shifted skew of my life
five years ago I wouldn't have guessed this far
The time is so simple, slow-moving, sweet
I can almost feel the heart beat of excitement
or the beat within my youthful feet.
The railroad still gleams at dusk
as does the lake shine
as does the hidden blackbirds and blossoms of springtime.
I now spend here alone as I did when I was young
troubled, I would run.... to the same spot
and watch the same sun as it shone
day became night
the stars endless candle light
Now I'd ponder for hours
leave here smittin
relieved by the gift of life
I often forgot how precious simplicity is as I rush through the day...
But why can't we just lay back in silence
wallow in what is...
ponder like a little child of what may be out in the universe
I lay here now, alone
Spell bound by what I see
an array of colourful hues and natures generosity
I wish you were here with me
Smoke plumes heave as I exhale through these lungs
This place of mine, timeless
memories still live here
I've come to remember all I have known
and the simplicity of happiness still flourishes here
just got to stop and wallow...
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Sometimes you just feel so
zombie esque it hurts to breathe.
The twitches
of a witch's
evil eye.
Mirages,
of a former ghost.
My personalities paid host.
Posessions, demonic in blood relations.
I'm lost, in my own sea.
Dead like the one before me.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
i find it quite sad that the only thing stopping me from beng who i wish to be is a certain sequence of numbers.
numbers seem to have more power over people than any god or government-
this world was built-
and will burn-
because of numbers.
bank account statements cause stalemates between myself and my ambitions-
I am chained and restrained by my credit score, cruelly kept from exploring distant shores.
men slay their fellow man without a second thought
for a fat stack of cash and thoughts of what could be bought.
John Lennon imagined a world with nothing to **** or die for
no posessions too
but money is the cruel hand that tears that dream in two.
for as long as the concept of money
is the fire that drives men's hearts to beat
we will never truly see peace,
living at the mercy of the balance sheet.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
life
Our death does not crawl
it chases mercilessly
fountain of youth lied
posessions
my fields, my mountains
mine mine mine See all touch nothing
my souless kingdom
lust
taste won't quench desire
heat stains ***** like red cedar
blood stains innocence
Longing
A rose kissed by dew
Unless living in love's eyes
no life has meaning
Pinnacle
to be the best rose
one must smooth the thorns,stand tall
bloom and block the sun
demented
Dark lips and eyes shine
dark thoughts meld with needs afire
ever in death held.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
Born with nothing
Still the same
No baggage with me
Just my name
Don't like planning
For what's ahead
I'll still have nothing
Once I'm dead
Keep moving forward
Don't look back
Leave what's behind you
On that track
Keep moving forward
That's a fact
Leave what's behind you
And Don't look back
I live to party
That's my life
Don't tie me down
With a wife
I'm day to day
and that's a fact
I keep moving on
And I don't look back
I hate posessions
I's born poor
Leave your baggage at the door
I weren't born with nothing
And I want no more
So, if you've got baggage
Leave it at the door
I live to party
That's my life
Don't tie me down
With a wife
I'm day to day
and that's a fact
I keep moving on
And I don't look back
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
i probably shouldnt be saying this but i really can't resist:
if we were to suffocate
right here in this velvetly air,
i probably wouldn't even care
we would watch our things, our posessions, our valuables float into the atmosphere
as we continue to breathe in the sulfur,
ladies and gentleman,
prepare to say your last prayer
we were designed to go this way, i swear
is this really what it takes
to make us feel human?
is this really what it takes
to make us feel alive?
i don't know why i'd rather die
than to hang on every word
like it was your last
i really don't mean to sound like
such a bother but it's just that i can't
seem to figure out why i even bother.
and hey,
everybody has those days
and everybody has those nights
like the ones where i lay staring at the ceiling
til i feel like i might stop breathing
because i don't know
who to call at 3 in the morning
because i know your sleep is more important
because the only trace of
"i love you" can be found
underneath your finger nails,
i can still remember your breathing
your skinfolds, the tiny little details
but each dig feels sharper than the last
because i don't like to write in the last
few pages of my notebook because
i actually don't want my story to end
but here we are
we're dying in the street
we're struggling to breath
and i can't feel my heart beat
that's what i wanted, right?
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
I remember story books - Hushed fairy tales. (Mine).
I remember history - a secret and a fight.
How I wanted perfect, but missed the details. (Yours).
I forgot to water the plants again, now they have weathered.
I could never care or nurture. You gave me far too much.
I remember maps, biology, anatomy. Yours, Mine.
That anatomy spilled on to the floor, dripping cells. Mine.
Bones too brittle and warnings unheeded. Yours and Mine.
simple physics to build momentum.
It's all just movement after all, isn't it?
You were the first push on the pendulum.
History spinning in the dirt, hardened in the rocks.
It was all bound in to books ( yours) to teach us better than to repeat.
It's all just lessons never learned, isn't it?
Circles, cycles, spinning- the dancer in the music box.
It's all flashes from childhood (mine) - to here.
Offered up on a stained platter, tarnished silverware.
I was made in to your ******* feast.
It was mine,
Now it's yours.
Diseases polluting the gene pool- Mine.
Sickness diluted then strengthened with each pass- Yours.
I wanted to see what was underneath.
The chambers of the heart, hollows in the bones.
It's all just the skeleton's charm after all, isn't it?
Breath that burns (yours), tissue paper lungs (mine).
Please make me part of it, let the water swallow me.
It's all just a shore, traded for the tide,
Replenished by waves, always rolling.
Littered with grit, treasures, old paper. Yours. Mine.
That's all it is, isn't it?
Movement (yours), Heartbeats (mine).
Trapped feelings (mine), forced motions (yours).
A search for truth, a nightmare, a document,
A determined fate, is that all it is?
It was yours,
Now, it's mine.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
t
was
simply
you that
I desired. Not
your posessions.
Nor your attire. You
built me up you took me
higher. You made the spark
that started my fire. You told
me you loved me. And I
called you a lier. That
Was the last time
And now I
Conspire
I must
Love me
T o o
I need
N o t
De sire
M i s s
M a t ch
Stricken
I am on
F I R E!
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
I dream of greener Pastures
Of sunkissed flowers
O light and playful air
I dream of greater days
Spent in the sun
Kissed by its sweet rays
I dream of unending happiness
of joy overflowing
Of cups filled to the brim
Sweet necter pouring over
I dream of brighter days
where even the night is illuminated
the monsters stay out of sight
For I stand with overwhelming might
So I smile even as I am bested
And I laugh as my posessions are from me wrested.
Because my dream is my own
in it I can be happy
My muscles go on aching
My heart feels forever laiden
So I dream Of greener pastures
For I may never see them in my waking hour.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
I once wrote that I liked your posessions left at my house,
because it reassured me that you're coming back.
It's only now that i realize,
with your clothes still at my house,
but also the knowledge that you are not coming back,
That though i can hold onto you materially,
it means nothing more than that
alone.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Posessions
My posessions mean nothing
absolutely nothing!
I would give up every material thing
in my possession
Just to see my mother again
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
She hides
Underneath
The blackness
Of the spaces in between
Galaxies
I await her
On hopeless knees
Whispered forgotten truths
Escape the prison of my doubt
Shackled to these memories of you
I cannot disavow
There's no time for a crime
Like this tonight
I drive
In no direction
Ignoring your reflection
In the rear view mirror
And I ponder lonely
As I drive away this
Fading daylight
Who am I to say
You're worthy of
Such affairs
I'm going nowhere
Staying there
Shouldn't leave you melting
No confession
No crime
We are posessions
We are destined
To rot in time
A plot
Unresponsive
A godless life
I stopped and called you and lied
It's just that easy
For emotions to die
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
He set out to make her his
Broke her walls of protection and built a castle amongst the ruins
Violated her dreams and flew kites in the smoke of passion from the fire he left behind
He tore apart memories of existence before he entered her life
Stole her breath and tricked her heart into stopping yet believing it was the most alive it had ever been
Her blood boiled with the whispered words that meant nothing
Gripping fingers caged her between the circle of arms
He tied her life to his and made the government a witness so she could never escape
Uncovered her weaknesses
And saw the insecurities and physical blemishes
He made her vulnerable
Until she accepted love was the biggest gamble she would play
So she played to win
She would possess him too
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Lion Heart,
Please, don't tear my fleshly posessions with your sharp teeth,
I know that you're hungry
And I know that the Great Romans want to have a good laugh,
Satisfy their souls feasting on a poor revenge... But on me?
Please, I'm begging you for your throat's sake!
My Bones are too dry for you.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
let me advise you that larch lodge 2 the somerset in newton heath belongs to fwoah and dream. ian built house in 300 ad and never sold it so its ours. current occupier paul dollis to move and take all his posessions so house can be restored.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC
I was at the range
Guy working there
Walks up to me
"Stay between the markers"
Says "second time" to himself
I didn't realize I was hitting
A bit in front of these markers
That designate where you
Should hit *****
And he came over to me
Just to bother me
To be a ****
And that range is
A dump
The turf is decent
But they overcharge you
For old and ****** *****
Next time
I'll go right to
The edge
Right along
Next to the front
Of the markers
That way if
That rude old man
Comes over
I'll tell him
I'm inside the markers
And his opinion
Isn't needed
Tell him to go
Pick up range baskets
Do your job
You ****
I don't pay for *****
20 years I've been coming
To that range
And I'll hit *****
Where I please
I don't care how
Long you
Have worked there
I can hate more than you
I'm going hit
Right along the edge
Every time
I go there
Next time you bother me
I'm going to tell you
To **** off
And go drive that picker
I'm in a bad mood
I'm poor, I'm ugly
Heard some guy
Talking about
"Gotta work hard"
Blah Blah
There is no future
In this country
The globalists
Who run this country
Consider you
A useless eater
Worthless miserable country
All these stupid Americans
And their cars
And their posessions
And I know I made
A big deal
Out of nothing
But I want to be left
Alone
And I don't need
Some old guy
Bothering me
At the golf course!
That's my time
My relaxing time
You go away
Didn't even say please
I wasn't doing it intentionally
And why should it matter?
I was a little bit in front of the markers
Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just makes me want to scream
Some people ****
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
can you love me for what i am,
with all my complexity and indecision
with all my faults and speckles,
my near-sighted imprecision
could you not put me on the social stratum,
looking through the lens of meritocricy
not to count my posessions and achievements,
level me with bittersweet verbosity
can you spare me of doubt, that clouds your relative judgement
see with all my ugliness and ridicule
love as days go by
as joy subside
as colors turn bleak
and darkness arise.
can you accept my immature writing,
filled with ill-arranged words
or the way i talk through stutter and occasional sighs.
forgive my incapacity for kindness,
awkward attempts to win your heart.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC