"posibility" poems
The abstract of your young mind
Has painted you into false conclusions
Tilting on highs and lows
Of denial and delusion
Having taken a bet to far
You know not what you say or do
Misguidedly triggering a..."forest of a tale"
Brought you under a misconstrue spell
It has you on a floating scale
In high def echo, in a state of confusion
I want the one I know best
Before he takes one more wrong mistep
Into the wilderness journey
That will fall dark into a hole
Locks them in
Make sure it's the choice you want to travel down
Cause it's a long lost lonely road
Where the traveling will limit your lens
Into a forest you'll go
And never come out again
Come Back Out Of The Forest
Into the posibility of...Hope
(upwc) by: Zenobia Lee/LadyZ710
Dec 21, 2009
Dec 21, 2009 at 12:27 AM UTC
Took you for a walk
Stroll through the park
with thoughts of romantic talk
i thought of all the posibility
how you might start to really see me
i could picture your happy face
looking into my eyes
a loving gaze
the ultimate prize
that's how it was suppose to be
but it happened quite differently
you see it was just a fantacy
cause you didnt smile once
you kept your distance
had a straight face
even walked at seperate pace
there were fire works
what a suprise
but you didnt even look
and as you walked away
i caught another case
of that heartbreaking cold
it was probalby my fault
my hopes were too bold
you had a good hand
so i look at mine and fold
your hand i will never hold
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
Old folks keep saying "take responsibility"
but do they know dying is a posibility
theres no time in life to take a hike
or even obssessing over the boy like
i'll be a rebel forever
but a doctor,NEVER.
I dont like school
its just not cool
but hey,education
is my only way to salvation
all these problems and troubles are in my brain
if i were a cop i'd totally go insane!
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
I listened to my stubby heels echoing light clicks and clacks
on the ***** pavement,
a sound far better than the the laughter and chatter of the previously escaped classroom.
I mozied along the empty campus, feeling warmed by the bits of fog that clung to the air
and moss trees towering from pine needles in a very still way
that if not for the fog's gentle swaying I would have assumed the world to have stopped.
I liked it that way best.
When things are still and quiet and full of posibility
but you choose not to reign in that possibility because you love the freshly chilled air,
air so fresh it makes you want to fill your lungs with it
and take a To-Go bag as well.
Sometimes I sit and look out,
silently hoping that if I sit there long enough I too,
will become quite still and fresh fog might cling to me
and someone else might admire me as part of a still world,
like a picture in a golden frame.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
eyelids, as thin fold
of skin against the rain,
the consequence
the posibility
I shove this progress,
making space and making time.
I just want to lose
all this will energy just
so they admit me
to a hospital break
and I want to fake
everything. . .
God why can't you
make all this easy
for me?
and to my Mom
who seemed to
forgot what
living is supposed to
be,
you're dragging me
in the same ending,
I hope she knows.
and to my real Father
who never figured
things out,
I'm happy that
I got your ideals and
that you get me in my
current situation.
how many remaining days
are there before I lose
all this and become
a shadow
of what I used to be?
I wasn't great, never better
but around these days
I don't feel much
and as I am writing
this pitiful poem
I can feel the urge in my
hands to break something
in order to let
everyone know that something
is wrong but no,
people never know
I have been fooled of
this fantasy so many times
that it made me
burn bridges, including
long ones.
losing sleep,
restless I come at it again,
I'll force my way
all throughout the day,
earn the money
while I slowly turn
into stone,
losing myself
and drifting away,
**** I am drifting away. .
tomorrow
another blank slate,
thin fold of skin
against what tomorrow
brings
no rhymes
problems in the daylight
and mostly at night
only living
without being
truly alive,
I come as a poet
with problems at night.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Ive traced the stars with my fingers a thousand times like i connected the line of freckles on your shoulders.
Ive studied the constellations and memorized the alignment of the planets like the scars on your thighs.
Ive dreamed of fading into the vastness of space in the same way i used to melt into your lips.
Ive cursed the dust and gas that fills the milkyway in the same way i drowned in the galaxies of your eyes.
Ive watched meteors shower down from above like angels fall from grace and ive tried to understand why in the same way the sound of your voice made me quiver.
Ive questioned the posibility of other life existing beyond our own and i wonder if they have known love the way i have known you.
Ive defined love to be when two stars collide but instead of them absorbing into eachother it explodes and goes supernova like we did when we kissed.
Ive pondered if hearts transform into black holes that **** everything in just in the same exact way you did to me.
I long for an astronomical explination to why antares and rigel orbit the sun like how my world revolved around you.
Dont you dare tell me it was just gravity and dont you dare tell me you dont feel it anymore bc thats not how love works.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC