"possiblities" poems
It's around prom time so I thought I'd share my prom night experience. Getting a date failed I had for possiblities who ever said yes would've been my date. I went stag hung out with my best friend and his date
On the way to the prom we got lost so we missed majority of it. The prom was at some mansion after prom we stayed at a hotel. I drank a few and passed out. Now the story has a twist the date my friend had didnt workout but ended up having another night with his dates friend.
She had to drop off her date do that's how these two ended up hooking up.
I hung with this girl who didn't have a date she out drank me and passed out. The next morning was awkward my best friend and the new hook up were busy so I had to wait to go home.
I went home all of shame hung o er and no action but I was in HS I didn't expect much
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
Woke up from the nightmare
Makes it hard to sleep
Stuck in deep thought
Feel cold and hot who'd thought
The message is not always clear
Question the fear
What's gone is now here
Dreams not so clear
Sometime living the dream is the reality
wake up knowing thats far from the truth
dream of the possiblities become the living
They sometimes remind you when you want to forget
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
There was a brief moment where life itself skipped a beat,
It was as if the entire universe took a deep breath;
before continuing on its course to almost certain defeat
And in that moment everything shifted
Imperceptibly, to a new heading.
Afterwards, even as the infinite variations on reality
shuddered through time and space
My vision dimmed, a flicker of existential panic;
and the only hint of the act taking place.
This tiny vibration, a tremor
Like the warm fraction of a shadow of a breath,
hanging for a second after someone leaves the room
Plays itself as fleeting phantoms of possiblities.
And then she blinks.
The worst part of this is the knowledge I deny.
The sick, surrending self to circumstance is the real me,
the one who always was inclined to play with fire.
I know what she is capable of, despite what I see;
The pure kinetic force of her power over me
Leaves fractured pieces and frayed edges in my head
And I've known all along I'm out of my league
A predator grin hides behind her shy smile
Words come out wrong like promises from the dead
And my shame is knowing and denying so
It doesn't stop me playing her game of trust and lies
Because in a joke of a destiny I was meant for this.
She is the widow spider, demons in her lustful eyes
Aware of the ending scene, still I greet the execution,
Helpless and mute as if it was my first sunrise.
And in her own way she is something worse
than the darkness inside her, destroying the used
In the chaos of the pleasure it brings her,
She becomes a collapsing angel, tainted and confused
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
stepping up!
no!......not to the "plate"
(this is not a baseball game
or a corporate dinner!)
silly pretentions!
awkward in their murderous possiblities!
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
walking green strands in central park with children well in hand and letting them know how fully they are loved
this is simple!
what is it!?
pretend !.... pretend!!.........pretend!!!
as do all those
on the corporate payroll
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
stepping out
into the frozen night pregnant with simple loving possibilities
are you here?
stepping up!
no ....!
not to FEAR and not to GREED and not to HATE
but to eachother!
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
here we are
stepping into the universe and its unalterable laws
i know you know full well what i mean for we all were once children well in hand in central park and loved
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
well
well well
well
.........after all the the poems
the question remains awaiting your answer
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
inquiring souls
long to know
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 10:08 AM UTC
Silence in the night feels alright time to write
In late hours I create many untold stories
I write on thi page Facebook and journal
The voice in my head always knows what to say but speaking my thoughts is a weakness
I've thought of all the possiblities and outcomes but not sure what path to pursue
I've noticed bad behavior is rewarded but if It was me there would be consequences or I'd be let go for my actions or remarks.
I've been treated unworthy of respect but earned my way showed I'm worthy but always start back at step one not exactly where I see myself being.
The ppl I've admire self discipline respect not my crowd but looked past their differences where mine are used to hang me playing factors against all the good.
I gave up trying to please ppl and being someone I'm not has made things easier for me. It's dead weight off my shoulders. I left things but will return its not my time yet. I've always had confidence just pacing rushing burned me out.
The next level I know and feel I should be there but maybe I was there but so focused on my mistakes and setbacks.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
i lke to stand out in crowds
socialize amd meet new ppl
may not be tall but im a big figure
my smile unique eyes have that sparkle
make ppl laugh and smile makes my day
pray to be understood and play music loud
punk my style diy (do it yourself)
my heart beats like a drum solo in metal music
my lyrics deep amd dark my world is dark but full of strength
remember the day i change for the better
being funny usually means my sense of humor is mistake for weakness
one day i plan to be a radio personal
one day publish something that will give new perspective
may not ne the best one but im he right one for the job i see myself doing
coaching was fun but the competitive edge comes out
mma is another favorite sport of mine
the possiblities light my mind up
i call the sport and game how i see it, i found respect what you love
pursue it with all you have to give it will bring the best out of you
if not you can bring the best out in others
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
there is no longer a division between days...
it is just an endless phase of flashes of light, followed by prolonged darkness.
these eyes are tired but don't seem to close,
the ache that is deep within these bones.
drawing up blanks.
the words don't seem to fit.
but they dont need to.
its 3am.
lips deep in tea,
under empty blankets.
But then I remember why I am here...
the feeling in your heart stays
long after your lips depart.
no one has ever made me smile as much as him.
the simple things...
standing in the forest barefoot, alone, and in fear...
I gained more then I think I will ever comprehend.
when day after day you wake up to the sun rising through
the windows of a log cabin
you begin to see life in a different way.
have watched the stars rise above my head,
my body cold and wet.
the milky way and the scattered collage of lights...
the first thing that came to mind was him...
stars respresent the vast possiblities of life
anything is possible
the most beautiful things happen when you least expect it
like him...
Once you blink the moment is gone
two weeks later here I am...
from his flaws to his perfections
I love unconditionally...
No one is perfect,
there is differences,
there can be awkward silences...
nothing is pure, but the key is to growing and trying.
ive learned in the past two months
it can be hard sometimes in life
to be far from the one you love
or to be far from things you expected or known
but you cant give up
no matter how much it can be trying
in the end things will work out.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
A blue flame is dancing under the dark of night,
Teasing and pleasing...
Something you want to capture.
Hold it tight, bring it in,
watch it burn.
The angiush in wanting...
a simple prayer left unanswered.
The hope in possiblities that will never exist.
The flame will only hurt you.
Leave a scar that will pain you to witness.
Still you sit and watch and want.
Carefully anylizing every curve,
every flicker in the wind.
You fail to notice you are moving closer,
and the flame is dimming.
Then there is only smoke,
a choking reality of what once was,
and what could never have been.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
Of ****
It's that feeling
that you can't quite describe
That pit in your stomach
that keeps swirling around
Like a cat chasing its tale
Urmm this is what I live for
I love it
But i hate it
The anticipation
The fantasies
It's so much more fun too build up
Your going to have too hold me down
*** i'm flying through my imagination
Thinking of the possiblities
They're endless
A stranger
Yet someone I've seen a thousand times before
I've lost myself to fiction
Somewhere between
Peter Pan and Cinderella
I can't control my movements
I'll jump in excitement
Over a simple thought of us brushing against eachother
As we pass by
Nervous yet Invigorated
What will this unveil?
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
an the
subtle
(the little child
grows)
we are so flagrant
in our
arrogance
(we ****
too
easily)
and the gentle rain falls
and the mist
covers us
we are gone from here
so very long ago
we were men
we were
and now
we are what ever
they tell us we are
soft light streams
we are angry
we know
we cant afford
rehab,
so....?
thank you c.i.a
for employment
possiblities
and YOU!
(homeland security)
thank you
thank you!
thank you!!
for wars unceasing
the subtle child
the alleyway
the dumpster
and the
old old lady
the sincere child
the alleyway
the police man
and
you and me
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 12:13 PM UTC
You attract my curiousities...
but what about the realer me...
you show me possiblities....
but not enough to capture me...
please dont take this literally...
Im just speaking momentarily...
because I've seen some prophecies...
looking through my fantacies...
If you could only see...
what they are tellin me...
Things I thought could never be...
the deeper you start loving me....
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
gotta be like
aesop and his fable
slap a moral
on the table
talk about
old slow poke
tortiose on his hike
up against a speed freak
hare' barely all there
acceleration to spare
race don't seem fair
just a joke
but then the hare/rabbit
dagnabbit!!
takes a **** of
the green
juju.....whoohoo!!!
and when he awoke
the race was done
and the slow poke
helmut headed amphibian
had won...
hare standing around
stunned
tortiose doin the happy,
i shined your ***
shell shuffle
that enoughful......
yikes!!!
this is harder than
it seems
like interpereting
dreams
better,
start again...
find a new refrain
gotta make an
original stain
gotta use my incredible brainy, brain...
bring a new flavour
new story to savour
not some tired old jam
not for this poetry slam
so here goes
follow the flow
stay in the know
don't be a facsimile
a sad printed copy
take the high road
and write a new load
of out there, boxside
originality!!!
be one with totality
up at the mountains peak
where the angels speak
to those,
who have time
to listen.
one word, one world
glows and glistens
that word be, free
that word be LOVE
and love be liberty
to a soul broken
so the morale of
the day
freely give love away
as truth,
not a carnival token
the wise old woman
(yeah that be me)
now has spoken.
done now with
her word spin
done now
gotta go do
as she say
take some action
go give a nobody
a kind reaction
some hugular compaction
be a friend
to the friendless
the possiblities
endless
let charity
have a say
go on now
be one your way
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
Could have been a masterpiece,
Could have been eye-opening,
a breath of fresh air.
Endless possiblities.
Could have been coloured and fiery,
Could have been subtle and graceful,
the result of years of perfection.
Endless possiblities.
Could have been all,
Like an empty canvas I was born as.
But I have been me.
The canvas is stained
tainted
spoiled
The canvas is stained forevermore.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
Rainbows and infinity
they seemed to me bright and new
but as I grew old and out of fiction
I grew twined to you.
Painting dreams and possiblities,
letting my world surround you,
out of obsession and morbidity
I built universes around you.
You want me to paint your world
with promises of infinity
and I have nothing for you
but crimson geometry.
I've grown enough but not yet
out of this artworked skin
running out of space to pen stray lines,
I might just pull you in.
There is God, there is Lucifer
I choose to run into your arms
because I know you'll keep me safe
and not raise any alarms.
I can show you rainbows, yes,
just that they are all red
and my promises of infinity
no bigger than a needlehead.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Eyes meet yours
No sound is made
Pain filled silence
Ever stayed
Hidden wonder
In your smile
Endless possiblities
Go on for miles
But I am seeing nothing
But mindless
Painful
Confusion
Broken hearted
Spirit killed
Future unknown
My heart
still
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:05 AM UTC
I treasured her
But treasure is no longer treasure
Once found
Once found treasure becomes nothing
Treasure holds its value
Due to its anonymity
Before that chest is opened
The possiblities inside are endless
I opened you up
And I found only endless pain
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
The normal path looks polished,
like fine marble and white wine.
It holds steady with stability,
and gives a heart a piece of mind.
The wild side, the rocky road,
The path untraveled by.
I'm addicted to possiblities,
Because the limit is the sky.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
quit thinking
quit thinking
quit thinking
let the size of the soul overcome your ego.
quit thinking
it happend earlier today\the meaning of it no longer
pertains to this second.
quit thinking
its in this second we find each other present
still in time we are endless
the possiblities
the possibilities
what can you do with the longest lasting second
infinite
is the light within , thank you o divine light
divine energy that flows through my heart
infinite perfection
runs through our veins creating life
eternal and forever whats laying behind the path
clear of illusions we see the light
/
just by taking this second and not letting it go by
with tomorows dreams , or todays compromise
let the soul breathe bright light
aware of the air
in love with the air
i lay in silence
witnessing the dream promised
living in the eternal moment my heart lays
awaken
shaken with the beauty of this second
tears grace what my heart is singing
pure love
the spirit of god within me
is where the present takes me
so lay still my love
write to me more
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
gotta, no gonna be like
aesop and his fable
slap a moral
on the table
talk about
old slow poke
tortise on his hike
up against a speed freak
hare
zikes
this is harder that
it seems
like interpereting dreams
better yet
start again
find a new refrain
gotta make an original
stain
gotta use my incredible brain
bring a new flavour
new story to savour
not some tired old jam
not for this poetry slam
so here goes
follow the flow
stay in the know
don't be a facsimile
a sad printed copy
take the high road
and write a new load
of originality
be one with totality
up at the mountains peak
where the angels speak
to those,
who have time
to listen.
one word, one world
glows and glistens
that word be, free
that word be LOVE
and love be liberty
to a soul broken
so the morale of
the day
freely give love away
as truth,
not a carnival token
the wise old woman
(yeah that be me)
now has spoken.
done now with
her word spin
done now
gotta go do
as she say
take some action
go give a nobody
a kind reaction
some hugular compaction
be a friend
to the friendless
the possiblities
endless
let charity
have a say
be brave this day
go on now
be on your way
-fin
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
I am from the Universe,
from stars and nebulas.
I am from the galaxies.
The delicate, the powerful,
every infinity, past, present, and future.
I am from the meteor showers,
the solar flares.
I am made of the same atoms
of all that was, is, and will be.
I am from everything under the sun and
everything beyond the sun,
from asteroids and Super Novas.
I am from the essence,
and the energy of all of time and space,
from life stories,
and chemical reactions.
I'm from everything that surrounds me,
the same vibrations move through my soul.
I'm from eons and eons back,
Science and History.
From the dark matter,
the icy cold blackness,
the billions of astronomical units of emptiness,
the fiery explosions,
the twinkling lights,
the white-hot comets,
and endless matter, endless space, endless possiblities.
I am from the Universe,
I am the Universe.
In everyday life,
I am the stars,
I am the earth,
I am the light and the darkness.
My eyes can hold galaxies.
My soul is written in the stars.
For I am from the Universe.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC