"pshh" poems
Trust you!?!?
Trust you!?!?
How do you expect me,
to trust you after everything?
Trust is a fragile thing,
and when you lose my trust,
it's hard to get back...
How can I trust you?
Trust you...pshh
You don't even know
the meaning of the word.
Trust you
You have not a clue,
do you?
Of what it takes to keep,
nay, earn back trust.
My heart is not a toy,
that can be replaced.
It's fragile, and should not be broken.
But yet... you have.
Trust you?
I can't...
No way...
No how...
See what you have done?
My Trust is gone!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
I hate using words
because no matter what they can never justify the beauty I see
no amount of adjectives, nouns, or verbs
they hardly come close but if I try harder then maybe
they maybe enough to capture you
capture enough to make you turn around
these words I speak are raw and true
now listen to my alluring sound
because rhyme schemes are just a fancy trick we use
like the fox and the hound
I just try to amuse
but only you
would I make a fool, with a smile on my face
"who are you?"
that simple question that started this beautiful chase
we all try to find who we are
but I'm much more interested in the creature before me
where you are still seems too far
I ask "am i worthy? Pshh hardly."
but enough with these metaphors
It's time to take action
I think i found the key to open this door
because we all know you are the main attraction.
I am rambling I will stop using words
because no matter what no adjectives, no nouns, and no verbs.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
I'm a valedictorian not a *****
Each to their own, but really you should start thinking.
My ****** does not make me different, but my brain has a weird way of thinking.
It does not change the game,
****** me then maybe in football you could actually clutch me.
Say I can't make a difference I say pshh just watch me.
Sweetie I'm here to tell you that your beauty fades.
You're not Marilyn Monroe! Your smile won't be engraved.
All women use their vaginas, but how many use their brains?
How many have their own wants and peeves?
Or do you like it because it appeals male?
Dress up all you want! You will still feel the same pain.
After all is said and done...
You really think you'll look the same?
Sagging skin and a trembling voice don't you wish you behaved?
Touching boys and making noise, left you in an empty room with sorrow and pain.
Meanwhile someone else's room is extremely full while a maids cleaning, How do you think they paid?
Theyres always gonna be females that look better but brains are all but different.
So lately has anyone used it cause girls keep looking the same?
So listen to my warning and stop this raid, boys will be boys and love is obviously over rated.
Focus on education and then you will say 20 years later when life goes smoothly by, this is the poem that you will idolize.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
(beep) pshh (fading out)
I think they tryna come into my interface...
does misery still love company?
cause they wanna to stay at my civil place..
where a voice don't match a face
cause we don't make uneducated assumptions
we barely follow a lead
even if it leads to something
creative control,
don't matter if your 5 years old
the eyes create the picture
the heart develops the mold
any persons story can be told
but lets let the individual tell it
if they speak of overnight success
applauded them, no reason to become jealous
long live the king
the one who had a dream
the one who stood for integrity
the one who guided a team
the words Hero and Idol to me don't mean, what they use to mean
but I'm bitter cause most Heroes I knew never actually believed
little children are the future lets let them all achieve
internal pain of the weak, falling from heart broken disease
my thoughts becoming appeased
as I travel this lyrical world spreading my metaphoric peace
picking up the falling souls and reviving em piece by piece
ya don't need to listen but understand I have a message
one that could lift your shoulders higher and give your lack of support some leverage
I'm basic maybe below average but can carry the world and its baggage
god didn't hand me the throne
he sent me out to prove I deserve to have it
empty minds that go unnamed
with broken emotions with no one to blame
inner strength is the motive
A lion heart
guess that's why I'm so hard for society to try and tame.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
go for the chills my boy
whatever the hell it takes -
go for the full body chills,
the ones that start in your ****
trickle down the backs of your knees
drift up into the top of your cabeza
make ya think there's chakras and all that,
kind of chills that make ya think
somebodys standing behind ya
in the best possible light,
hand on your shoulder
watching you make the right decision
over and over and over again.
go for those chills, my love.
go for the risk. where's the risk?
who's got the risk? gimme! gimme!
pshh... selling risk up and down the stairs
like foolhardy can-boys sell miller lite
at the ball games that we coulda gone to,
where i never woulda seen your picture.
selling risk like it's real risk -
saying, hey! hee.. haa.. lookee over here -
we got risk for ya: start a family!
aint nothing more risky than that!
and then boom! your lying on
your back, in bed with an accountant,
and he's a'counting out your finances
planning your pleasures down to the dime,
[won't letcha buy that dress that slips right off.
ya know, one with the black lace all over?
never did a great job hiding nothing from me,
ya little piece uh risky business, you].
*no, err, sorry then...
can't afford that risk...
not in the spreadsheet...
can'tttttttttt compute ....
err... no second opinions...
err... find FAQ's for further information.*
i got a wooden spoon, derr.....
that's me ^^^.
spot the difference.
one makes ya smile,
the other takes it away.
one makes ya laugh,
the other takes it away.
one makes you come,
the other takes it away.
one gives you chills,
the other takes 'em away.
how's about we dine on perrier
and Michelin stars, tonight?
i promise i'll wear the napkin
round my esophagus, but only
if you reach 'cross the table
and tie it tight around me.
mmmn... tie it a bit too tight
at first, then slip a finger in between.
can you feel my pulse?
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
You've never met him…. she whispers,
Gathering concern in the creases between her brows.
Her eyes pulling everything out of the surface of my skin,
Trying to gauge my actions out, trying to change them
Looking for me to shift my words
Refusing to put herself in
My perspective, filling me with doubt.
I pull my thoughts of you out
Become the reflective introspective I am at heart.
Lost in your gentle voice wrapped in honest laughter,
In all the promises you so kindly never make,
Reveling in the bits of me you so sweetly never break.
So gently never bring me down, in the way you sing
And make me smile so hard my cheeks ache
I remember the exact way you shake your head,
When your sleepy and questioning something that I've said.
Perhaps it’s the exuberance in voice, how you light up when I laugh.
How you watch me when I waver and move forward like I never have,
How every second you use words to ask for answers
To questions no one else cares to ask,
How you let me pull back layers and you show me all your masks
And build me the biggest fort out of your silk sheets
And blankets for me to hide for two childish adults retreat
And day dream and discover the colors in our eyes.
I begin to wonder how it came to be,
That you would see me clearer
Than she does.
She can’t understand how
From so far away you touched me
Softer, sweeter, hotter calmer,
Than anyone else had.
My stomach trembles at the thought of it,
At the thought of you and the tone you take
And the words you chose.
At the things you say, at the person you are
And the distance you break.
Well ..
I whisper my response making my gaze stronger
Inhaling a bit longer head spinning heart beating harder,
I've met him silly
He just lives far
He's seen me
And I him.
I've met him , pshh hes like
My best friend.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
I cried for days not knowing why sometimes.
I had to fake a smile for weeks.
I had to pretend I was fine for months.
And I had to live for years.
And guess what I'm still here.
Full stronger than ever.
Pshhh I guess I made it.
The cuts on my arms.
The ideas of suicide.
The feeling of being alone.
The fear I had to carry.
The anger I had to hide.
It was all hard but I guess I'm strong.
Cause guess what I made it.
Betrayed by the people who claimed to love you.
Abandoned by people who promised to always be there.
Lied to by people who told you to trust them,and u did.
Heartbroken by people who were supposed to love you.
Pshh all that but I still made it.
Yeah I never thought I would.
No ,
I didn't
Even it I never imagined coming out so strong.
I now know more.
I now know how to really fight.
And I know between
Love and hate
Happiness and anger
Real and fake
I thought I did but I didn't but because of my experience I learned along the hard road....
Hey guess what I made it!!!
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC