"pridefulness" poems
I loved you with soft kisses and warm hugs
with t-ball pictures in a scrapbook
and eating ice cream with your little sister the first time her heart was broken
I came to you in my love
with hands to hold when things got hard
and a smile to share when the world gave you a favor
My intentions were always laced with your happiness in mind
I wanted nothing more than to cheer for you in pridefulness
when you proved them all wrong
but also to walk you home in the dark when you struck out
I loved you with all the stars in the sky
with every word in the books
with every tear in my heart
loving someone like that
filled many holes I didn't know were there
it showed a side of me
I didn't recognize
A side of me I wanted to stick around
I loved you with soft kisses and warm hugs
with laced fingertips and galaxies through the freckles on your back
you loved me
with lustful touch and half chuckles
with clenched fist and a hesitant heart
I know we lived two completely different love stories
you found chaos in the same place I laid mine to rest
This is why we could never try the times
we would never last loving as we did
you see
you never fell in love with the oceans in my eyes
or the tenderness in my voice
you were searching for a violent love
in my peaceful heart
I suppose you didn't know you'd found a girl who could make a home
out of your getaway car
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
Flowing like the water baby
This is what his problem
Maybe take the world it makes you crazy
This is what is to me.
Astronauts become so lazy they don't tell us thet there leaving.
Can I get a kiss goodbye or something that you always tell me.
Lies, lies lies,lies
That's all I hear!
Die,die, die, die
Or disappear
Hook:
I'm so out of here
I disappear I disappear
Shine your light ,shine your light!!
Be Reveal...
Be revealed....
Pridefulness is what you want
You cover up the goldly stuff
And satans gunna make you lunch
So foolish when it comes to this
Son of God we need your love
Like a whole in one that's playing cause
I never seen the difference of
A perfect one to helps cause
Lies(4x)
That's all we hear
Die(4x)
Or disappear
Hook:
I'm so out of here
I disappear I disappear
Shine your light ,shine your light!!
Be Reveal...
Be revealed
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Look at how we treat our dear young men
Appointed to do our ***** work
While we are sitting down in comfort in our homes
We ask them to ****** for our sins
Please do not hold your head down so low
And know that I forgive you from the bottom of
The hollow space that used to be my soul
Before it was stolen in the heartbreak of the world
Their hearts are laden down and bowed
With lead and the things we never should have left unsaid
Those things that are beating through their heads
And bruising all the beautiful clear air
“Little child listen close to me”
But do not hold their words as law
They have not seen the sights
That you wish you’d never saw
Maybe all you want is to go home
To curl up with the blankets up around your chin
To have a hand to hold as memories walk by
To have someone to hold you while you cry
The pain you go through
I do no pretend to comprehend
I will not insult you in that way
I can thank you for the days I live
But how can I apologize
For those who will not see the sun’s sweet light
Even one more time
With their dead and open staring eyes
Please do not hold your head so low
And pay your penance out with honor
Serve your sentence and know
That there is pridefulness in lingering too long
On things that only God above can heal
Let the gentling tide of evening come
But do not walk in shame you did not earn
Perhaps you did things you do not want to own
You thought once that you were serving for the good
My life and the lives of others
You have swayed
Are precious to us and our families
More than diamonds or foreign gems of jade
Please do not hold your head so low
Maybe you feel a debt
But do not walk in shame you did not earn
There is pridefulness in lingering too long
On things that only God above can heal
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
Emotion is linear when I have clarity
I observe the unknown
It isn't civil to express benevolence without remembering your own
Moments construe laments of pridefulness without knowing what to do
I sink deep while unfurling the truth
Your eyes gleamed when you told stories of home
You protected hope
The sacred bond elapses
Being my father was nothing more than to provide the savior faire for me to cope
The impossibility to live up to your standards
To seek demeaning attention
To breathe only when told to
You showed me that standards were of my own
To expose the will I had to be good at something I enjoy
The garden you mailed to me is something I still take care of
You taught me things are meant to fall apart so I can put them together
I hold on to your spirit because my children will know
The garden you made was real enough for me to grow
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
Know that if anything good ever comes out of me, it is nothing I have done; it is through the Holy Spirit working in me that God is glorifying Himself.
I could never praise or exalt God.
Only by my death daily and His resurrection through me with His Spirit will great things happen for the Lord.
Let me turn from any thoughts that "I" have done anything in my life and know with all my soul that Everything is God and I am nothing but dirt.
Take away pridefulness in all forms whether I know it's there or not; just point it out to me if the devil has somehow blinded me to it.
Make my weak spirit strengthened to praise You ,with your Holy Spirit inside of me.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Yes I do I believe one day you will see how much your missing me.
I'm scarred ..that day it was so dark,
The moon and the stars I use to count them to tell you...
..Don't trip don't quit where would you begin if I just left you would say "I'm missing you".
But it's hard your pridefulness has blind you.
Plz oh plz don't go that's all I want..
But my heart is overwhelmed of being ignored!
I don't want to lay by your side,
I'm tired of you
You.
If you don't text oh it's alright,
I'm so numb to you
You.
But I DONT WANT TO THINK THIS TONIGHT.
I was reaching out to you
I text and I call?
I payed for shirts and shoes
I've given you
I've given you more then what you gave me.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who **** squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Honor your ancestors, yes?
But some take that to extremes.
Even going so far
As to apply it to themselves,
In the physical sense & mental.
That being the oldest of them,
Instinct & emotion.
For to them the mind is wasted,
For them the body is nothing.
For them the mind is nothing,
For to the body of it is wasted.
In the sense that they are anymore
Man than any other kind of animal,
A concept so tiringly clung to.
So thoroughly discussed is mankind
That its philosophies are disgusting,
Unrecognizably distorted.
Those in actuality & reality,
Cloaked by sick games of telephone.
For to honor pridefulness,
For to shame modesty.
For from pride is derived honor,
For from shame is made modest.
If by death die the lies,
Then execution is the only honesty.
Then dying is the truest mercy.
For therein, what is just?
If in the journey of life
We have neglected to have collected
That of the mind;
If in the path of destiny
We have stalled not to have gathered
That of the soul:
To have connection to nothing,
Free from attachment,
But not to have been liberated.
For three are the siblings.
Yet, thee are siblings;
How shamefully you treat family,
How scornful you are of relatives.
Friends? No!
Acquaintances? Not!
Neighbors? Get lost!
What fields you salt
With crops you allow rot,
Clipping the stems of the spoiled
And smashing in the ripened.
Countless leaves of these branches.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC