"presist" poems
Shut the door
Breathe a little more.
Because they say
Sticks and stones...
Break my bones.
And its true.
Your words hurt too
They cut like knives
Stab like swords.
Make me feel war headed.
Something so dreaded.
Ghosts of my past
Spawn every year.
But im a good person
I dont deserve this curse and
More and more
I begin to imagine a life without you.
A place where you dont exist.
I will try to presist.
But ive got a list
One that makes me ******
And your name's on top.
*what a ******* honor*
Its like you are a suicide wish donor.
Im roasting you
And i know you hate me too.
But ive escaped.
This game.
But i just might come back
To teach you
how to play
welcome to war
**mother ******
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
She was teasing to the eye
Flirted with my mind
Kissed my soul
Shes everything I want
But she is destined to take my life
I know because what we are doing
Even a presist wouldn’t want to know
My sin burns me on the inside
To know it’s out of my hands now
She the owner and I’m the qb
I get on a knee only if she needs
My body her toy she plays with at will
I see her and know
pleasure is all she desires
no matter what time we meet
Her body soothes the monster but
Stirs the ****** in me
I can’t believe how free I would be
If her lustful curves didn’t speak
Parts of me wants all of you
But the world wouldn’t want that view
So I have to take my 38 percent
And smile right thru
You admitted that you share my fantasy
Where one can be two
Now I’m confused but what is new
I love you and that shouldn’t have been so
See I’m already in a love square and you make the right angle
I would die if i expressed how high I get when I kiss your thigh
So I keep my dreams only in mind because at least I get my Disney story just without all the rhyme
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
What’s a friend
Is it a sheat for your emotions
Or a sword for your predicaments
An everlasting essense of your endevors
Or a means to your goals
Are we needed in ones life
Or is it us who need them
Do they last cause of our bond
Or for our sense of reason
Why are we codependet
Cause we’re built to survive
What happens after surviving
We presist to thrive
And what comes after thriving
Then we are born anew
And what of the people we met
The people we owe
The people we loved
Do they join the fragments of our memories
Or do we always collide
Do we celebrate our success along them
or do we toss them aside
Life is cruel
Human is flawed
Emotion is momentary
And trust is built of glass
What are we left with at the end
Ourselves, a solitary codependent brat
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC