"redo" poems
Been ******* ova a thousand times
Result of that is trust isnt on my mind
Thats one thing i dont have
So i kno any relationship i start wont last
I try to believe that your not like my past
But after you gave it all its hard to redo that
I have put my heart on the line
Covered my eyes to lies i played blind
Closed my ears to gossip in the streets
Of her cheating and not claiming me
Who would of thought the one you give your soul
Would trade it for what they thought was gold
Make you out to be the fool when time of approach comes
And i loved her so much i believed her how dumb
So now you come in singing a song i have heard
How you would love me forever and my heart you wont hurt
Sorry to be the barrier of bad news
But i must be real and say i dont believe you
Yes i heard you when you said you'd love me on dieing knee
And your promise to never cheat
But your words are oh to familar
I have dejavu with your words this is a bad delima
Trust isnt something i can give easily
As well as my heart my mind cant you see
Take it slow with me i cant go fast
I refuse to get out of us what i did in my past
I be ****** if i get hurt again
Having to hear gossip from my friends
I will not hold the sign of pain any more
Before i go thru it again i will show you the door
I dont want to wait up at night for you to walk in
Or get scared when i see you around another woman
I want to be free of playing the fool
And to be honest i just want to love and be loved without trust issues
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:25 PM UTC
#
Must have a goal
Go get that thing
What if I want
To stop and sing
*Retreat inside
Wait out the storm*
Else feel the wrath
Of nature scorned
*Instead a kid
I wish to be
To feel alive
And so carefree*
Each drip, each drop
Upon my head
*Wish I could splash
In rain instead*
I'd watch the sky
Explode with light
A warming joy
Not filled with fright
When did I lose
Sight of it all
*Predictable
Pattern I fall*
Start living in
Every moment
Past and future
Wasted and spent
Granted a new
Chance I'm given
Can not redo
But start living
*Each day awake
Fresh start; Can be*
World's my oyster
Alive and free
#
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
I don't remember yesterday,
I can't redo it today.
I don't see any big change,
I can't even recall my original age.
I kept thinking of the past
And I realized time moves fast.
All memories trapped in a glass,
A reflection of that past.
I have captured many moments.
People placed it in portraits.
I'll forever be your mini time machine,
Along with my partners, the films and the batteries.
Yours truly,
Camera
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Hurt people hurt people
It's all that we seem to do.
Sometimes I wonder
Will we ever learn people?
Because there are way too many
Hurt people.
As strong as love is
We say we love people.
Things change and get
rough and tough
Then we abandon people.
Instead of working it out
to become better people.
We get lost in our
Emotions and thoughts
And become bitter people.
We seek out other people
To feel loved again
Hoping for a redo
Something like a sequel
only to realize
When it's over that we've
Become more scared
And tainted people.
And the cycle continues.
Until we can no longer
Trust people
I have no idea why
Hurt people hurt people
The very act is oh so feeble
To love each other equal?
I doubt we ever will
As long as hurt people
hurt people.
Even religious people
can hurt people
they find God's love
and think they can judge people
Like there isn't any evil
Going on inside that cathedral
Like they've forgotten what it's like
To be amongst the struggling people
Yeah, prayer changes and helps but
We are all the same people
sane people
Living in an insane world
Filled with unanswered questions.
Which is probably why
We can't be peaceful.
I will never know why
Hurt people hurt people
The very act is oh so feeble
To love each other equal?
I doubt we ever will
As long as hurt people
hurt people
So as I sit at home alone
And peer out of my peephole
I wonder what has caused
All this evil
That makes these hurt people
hurt people.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 7:49 PM UTC
Do it again
Over and over
Redo and retry
But you need to get it right perfectionist
No more slacking
But not that there ever was
150% 24/7
Aren't you tired?
No
Shouldn't you give up for now and try later?
No
Why?
Because I need it to be perfect right now
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
I'm ridin' down in my old school Chevy (yeah)
Owh, she can get it.. (Mhm)
Bad little shawty,
So thick and pretty,
Girl come sit with me,
Ride out and see the city,
Let the lights hypnotize ya
It ain't no biggie, (word)
I'm young man searching,
Looking for a queen
A woman who takes full control
Both in and out the sheets
**Now babe let's ride till they dim the city lights,
I'm not lookin for a right now,
I'm lookin for a wife
The kind that holds me down
And picks it up slow
So if you down, come around
Baby girl let me knowwww**
*Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Tryna play my cards right
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Can I hold you down tonight?
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
A one of a kind in this deck
My Queen of hearts, yes
Can you put my heart in check?*
Now I'm sweatin and shakin
Tryna see if she's bluffing,
Am I just another dealer?
Just another man cuffin?
Does this card mean nothing?
So why do I play it so close to my heart?
Is this the moment that I reshuffle? Redo the deck and restart?
Man this the hardest part,
Imma take my odds
Gamble on her smile,
Bid on this work of art,
Cause love is a game,
You only win if you play
So I ask this Queen of hearts
"Baby is this my lucky day?"
**Now babe let's ride till they dim the city lights,
I'm not lookin for a right now,
I'm lookin for a wife
The kind that holds me down
And picks it up slow
So if you down, come around
Baby girl let me knowwww**
*Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Tryna play my cards right
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
Can I hold you down tonight?
Queen of hearts, Queen of hearts
A one of a kind in this deck
My Queen of hearts, yes
Can you put my heart in check?*
Layin on the beach,
It's me and my Queen
Whispering sweet nothings in her ear
And she gently kisses my cheek,
Then she climbs on top of me
As we watched the sunset
This was more than two loves
This was more than just ***
It was passion from the ocean
And the heat from the sun
It was crazy, stupid, love
It was a blessing up above
It's feet deep in the sand
Till we both walked hand in hand
She was my only Queen of hearts
And I was her loyal kingsman.
*My Queen of hearts, yeah...
Oh, oh. Oh yeah
My Queen of hearts yeah...
Oh, oh, ohh
She's simply one of a kind
My Queen of hearts....
Oh, tell me will you be mine?*
(Singing fades out)
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
What if life was played in fast forward?
Would you look more, out the window?
See the buildings, the missing trees?
The colors changed, painted in steel?
Focus on folds, beneath your cheeks?
Spend time with the once, called lonely?
What if life was played in reverse?
Would you redo things, differently?
Experience reality?
Change your lack of identity?
Free your mind of not feeling free?
Rethink responsibilities?
What if life was paused?
Would you be doing, what you are doing right now?
What is the first thing that comes to mind?
What about the colors on your brush?
Do you think that they are enough?
Are you still on the right track?
What if life had to be lonely?
Would you use your voice to speak?
Is there a reason to listen?
What rules would you want to create?
Would you understand heartbreak?
Would you bother to hit replay?
Either way we all reach the end.
But we write separate screenplays.
Decide our fate and how we blend.
And how we fast forward our days.
Hopefully we are not the same.
Get to use our voice and listen.
To lose ourselves would be a shame.
Or to move forward, not driven.
Remember, your life is in play.
And should not be thrown away.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
It's out with the old
And in with the new.
Spring cleaning
Rids my closet of
Bony skeletons
And chests of horrors.
All those times,
All those memories
That were swept
Under the rug,
Shake them out,
Beat the dust,
The feelings until
Last October's filth
Becomes clean again.
Repaint this room.
Refurbish that sofa.
Redo the tile.
Run your hand
Down the banister.
Feel the cinder's from
Last fall's fire,
The remnants, the remains.
Make my building
Like new again,
Untouched, as if
For the first time,
For the first buyer.
May 11, 2011
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
DAG NAB IT!!
Different day, same ****
& here I am back at it
Such a love/hate kind of habit
Speeding up the pace, gotta go like the White Rabbit
Although, I'm not going to be late
I'm just TOO impatient for time & it's hard to wait
I'm sure some of you, at times, can relate
Like when you're ready a tad bit early for a date
Time seems to go so much slower, which I ******* hate!
Of courser I am well aware
This habit is the reason I've got extra time to spare
& that is when I do & redo & redo my hair
Which I do quite often, not doing it is actually what's rare
Just another fun little FYI fact I'd like to share
& yes I know, you probably don't really care
A list of 'to do's' are done with such a quickness
Cleaning is a breeze, it should always be like this
I guarantee you though, there will be something I miss
I get so sidetracked, that's what my problem is....
Days have no end & nights rapidly just begin
Enters is turned up, my blood is steadily pumping under my skin
Creativity is leaking & starting to overflow from within
WHOA SHOCKER! Another race with the sun & yet again I win!
I don't always have the greatest self discipline
DAMN....this habit is one hell of a bittersweet sin!!
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Write me better
Color me everything
Paint me neon and glow in the dark purple
Foolish me
Wasteful too
Trying again to not be blue
Force myself suggest you do too
But if we can't then redo redo...
Galaxy Angel Starship
Shikamaru Soloman
I can't name my cat
I can't do anything
Can't eat, just sleep
Dream of nothing and everything at once
Whats that?
You too?
In this circle of dust and dreaming blue?
I can't imagine without imagining you?
Calm, serene
Life to being, wife of me and
No stumbling or worrying
Just straight forward thinking
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Sarah
You're smart and funny and kind of really loud
But that doesn't mean I don't want you to talk
And though I do things you don't want me to
You know it's true
I can always call you if I need to
And you know you have me to
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
We're Moirails through and through
And you know that I will always be with you
lalala
Don't you know
I see the way you talk about your dad
I didn't know him at all I'm sorry
It's okay He's in a better please and I'll stay
But please don't ever push me away
When everything crumble beneath your hands
I'll be there to be the one who understands
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
We're Moirails through and through
And you know that I will always be with you
lala lala lalalalalala lala lalaaaooo
Sign your Kik name with YinYangs
I'll make cat faces too : 3
Put up with my HomeStuck shenanigans
And I'll be there there you
for you
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
Pale, pale, pale for you
Cause I'm pale, pale, pale for you
There's no combination that beats teal and violet
Pale, pale, pale for you
We're Moirails through and through
And you know that I will always be with you
lalala lala lala la la la la la
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
My mind in one place and my heart in another
How do I let this go when I still wonder
About you, about us, and where it all went wrong
Could it be fixed?
Am I wrong to still think like this?
I'm holding onto the good memories and blocking out the bad
You have a piece of my heart that I'll never get back
How can I hate you, but still love you?
I can't construe these emotions
I feel like I'm constantly battling myself in this commotion
I keep thinking you'll have a breakthrough
That we'll redo and start new
If only you knew how much I loved you
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Open up my Ribs and drink my soup
With your mouth directly over my stomach
I don't think that I'd taste like anything though
but as long as Daddy is able to enjoy it
Drink up the yellow chunks of fat from my body
Stick a straw in my veins and drink me until I am dry
Even my innards: stuff them, cut them, and then bake them right up
Although my body is about to drop from my Daddy
I'm Sorry,
but I don't think this is a good idea!
A stranger, Onii-san, told me
He pitted my collapsing body
and took me by the hand away~
I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry!
I must be a bad kid
Forgive me please, Forgive me Please!
Poor Pitiful Me.
I'm sorry, Sayonara
I'm a bad kid running from Daddy
I'm sorry, Forgive me please!
I'm afraid I'm in love with someone other than my Daddy!
Onii-san greedily pours my Amniotic Fluids down his throat
He cuts open my body and touches all the insides
He doesn't eat me and he doesn't even fight me
He said that my collapsing body is too ugly for anything
I'm Sorry,
but I don't think this is a good idea!
Onii-san, he must hate me
My collapsing body is just too disgusting
Seal me away and that shall be my ending~
I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry!
I must be such a useless kid
Forgive me please, forgive me please!
I'm too scared to be alone!
I'm sorry, Sayonara
I'm a bad kid now running to Daddy
I'm sorry, Forgive me please!
I can't love anyone other than my cruel Daddy!
When I went home, Daddy was with lots of men
They said they believed I would come home
They wanted to eat what was left of my broken body
That was what they had said~
I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry!
I must be a bad kid
Forgive me please, Forgive me Please!
Poor Pitiful Me.
I'm sorry, is it yummy?
That is the flavor of a warm heart
I'm sorry, although it hurts
please eat my fulfilled Heart!
I'm Sorry, I'm Sorry!
I must be such a useless kid
Forgive me please, forgive me please!
I'm too scared to be alone!
I'm sorry, it hurts too much
but as long as you are able to enjoy eating
I'm so happy! Sayonara
Everyone Else,
Come help yourselves to anything but my heart!
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
This is rude. I should stop using misnomers for my own devices, but I cannot help myself. So insomnia it shall be called, when I cannot find the words to sleep or the fervor to close my eyes.
That sounded all wrong on my lips, but my head could care less at this point.
The cool touch of my glasses on my nose wake me further. Way to go Grace, you're even more awake now. Like you ever needed it.
There's a jitterbug in my leg, sending me so sky-high.
Should I go to bed or continue pondering existence and words and dreams until my tongue goes numb from rolling all these R's: Rest, redeem, re-purpose, redo, remember. Always remember. Its hard to forget.
Days past and the insomnia persists. I have slept, perhaps, in that time, but yet I have not dreamed, and that is where my insomnia lies. Which lies do I mean, that is the real question, duality always tricks the eye.
Let's get these hearts beating faster, faster, to the beat of the music, while they touch each other's fingertips and kiss each other's lips and meet hips in a vain attempt to have it mean something more.
The words have left me, and I do not know where to end. So i propose another unbirthday be the day of reckoning, and maybe another poem, another day, my make more sense to me. Adieu my dears, and hope to pray to live just another day, for life is the most beautiful tragedy we can ever love.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Everyone has choices in life
And make them every day
Small decisions like what to eat
And big ones like go or stay
Each and every decision
Presents a different path
With tons of decisions every day
Well, you can do the math
Who knows what would change
If we could redo what's already passed
"...If that one thing had been different?"
A question we've all asked
If you were given the opportunity
Would you change an event so small
Would you really take that chance
When that little thing could change it all
Sometimes when life gets bad
We want to take it all back
We wish that things were different
And want to try a different track
After doing lots of thinking
I think we are where we're meant to be
On the road to greater things
We just have to be patient and see
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
17
Tomorrow.
Happy, sad.
Fear of growing up.
I wish I can stay little forever.
Redo my childhood that has been taken from me.
17
But, I know I can't go back.
Keep going forward.
Keep growing up.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
All we had all had to die
l never could truly understand why
I wonder if you know how much brighter the stars shine from your almond eyes
Whenever I see you walk by I see that cool July
Your beautiful smile makes me redo when it was mine
For in my eyes,
I keep reversing time
In bed I lie going back to our July every summer night
You and I wrapped in each other tight
you and I gazing at the sunny blue sky
Later came with our first kiss under warm Jamaica Summer rain
Quick drops hitting fast and faster
Your lips so warm and tender
Baby, I pull and pull you closer
By reliving our love over and over
Drowning deep in the island breeze
I remember but quickly forget to breathe
Isn't it funny how special memories can creep in their sleep
Tiny embers that can suddenly make a flame
Always taking you by surprise just like the Jamaica Summer rain
In my eyes,
I keep reversing time
In my heart, there an emptiness still resides
I can hear it cry every summer night The more I long to see the stars in your almond eyes
Is the more I'm again with them underneath that sky
Feeling you again with that island breeze
Continues but remains only in my sweetest dreams
You’ll never know this kinda pain
Of wondering if it touches her the same whenever she's covered in warm Jamaica Summer rain
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Aries bound I need boundaries
Not to be the rebound
but I believe things beyond
and so work with some stupid clock
but we all do that do we not?
not astrology - though logically
there has got to be some piece of you in me
or some "one" that we all come from
and pull on the long robe of
when we find ourselves in need of love
What doorbells and picture frame
take me behind the scenes -
to the make-up and gossip of God's escapades?
of course times of a willing wage; both the wars and lustful ways
in a club he slapped the room with a rage- as the beat grows fonder
and more closely - immediately forgotten
even as it just begins
but of course only after, reminisce
with our pure imagination
the scenic route with a violin
whether its out or just come in
or **** like the economical loot
depending how you chose to hear it
and you can still choose
certainly the sounds that aren't there
that we think count like the accents
that shape a world of difference
is it enough for you to redo
I find too often I smile with a frown
I am a boundary but still Aries bound
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
The smell of rain coming in the air is my favorite.
It’s not an easy sent to pick out.
Most people think the smell of rain is wet asphalt.
But it’s not.
It has a fresh sent, there is a beauty in its smell.
Like a new start.
A redo on what’s been done wrong.
Such a crisp sent that brushes my nose.
Its familiarity is calming to me.
I know that in those moments before the first rains of the season, there is an exciting fresh change in the air.
Everything will be alright.
There is nothing more I love than the smell of freshly fallen rain.
I love the rain with all my soul.
It is a dear friend to me.
Has been my whole life.
It’s the sign of the oncoming season of love joy and excitement.
Who can’t help but love the rain when they know what it has to offer them?
When I was a little girl I remember waking up in the middle of the night, no matter what the time was and being able to smell that rain coming.
I would run outside (usually barefoot) and wait for it to fall.
With each drop that came to fall my excitement would grow more.
I remember laughing with joy and dancing in the rain in my front yard.
I would stay out there until my parents would come yell at me to get back inside.
They would seem upset but after so many times of finding me doing this, I knew they found some joy in my craziness.
I still wake up when I smell the first rains coming.
No matter what time.
Now I usually grab a blanket and sit out on the front porch with a cup of tea and just watch it fall.
It looks like a soft loving hand caressing the world around me.
Nothing is more comforting than that.
I truly have a passion for the rain.
It’s one of the world’s greatest beauties.
Rain, Rain, please come again.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
My childhood was a lonely one,
sat dust-lunged in my room,
while others had fun,
I'd sit in the gloom.
Surrounded, with old books and toys,
football, at all, wasn't my thing.
Not 'one of the boys',
my own lonely king.
Ruled empires, of plastic and prose,
my imagination, sensational flights of ideas!
It actively rose,
along with my fears.
Oh! But if chance would be given,
to redo those days in new ways,
same way I'd live 'em,
in radiant haze.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
*she was a very bright girl
4 years old, pigetails laughing, smiling thinking the old kids were really cool.
she was happy
7 years old, one braid in each side always smiling noticing how the big kids put on a new layer of make up at lunch time.
she was smiling
10 years old, her big curly hair hanging loose she lost all her friend but she was a strong girl so she smiled even when they called her ugly or fat.
she was never making eyecontact
12 years old straight hair looking at the ground all the time barely ever talking, ignoring the kids calling her fat, ugly but it still hurt her.
she was never talking, never smiling and never taking out her head phones
14 years old, hair in a pony tail, having to redo her makeup at lunch time cause she cried of everthing while she sat in her locker she could easily fit there since she had been starving herself.
she had scars and cuts on her arms and legs
15 years old, she stopped carring she was wearing short sleeves hair hanging loose again straightened but teased, the kids called her attention ***** and pushed her around like a ball.
it's her birthday
today she would have turned 15 but she's not here anymore, she took a choice and left this world too early she wasn't supposed to be happy... not in this place, but she's somewhere else now somewhere better
everybody is sad that she left this early, but they didn't belive her when she told she wanted to leave...*
(c.m.h)
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Euphrosyne: You can just stay here
And if I give you the white strips
You can just lay down
And use the white strips
And by the time they release you
Your teeth will look so good
I mean no offense but
You’d be using you’re time wisely.
They will look so
Much better.
Here, I have two boxes.
Aglaea: I think there’s yoga too
You can really firm up doing that
I really think you should stay and
Take the yoga
I’m serious.
You can also journal
And do color therapy
I know you know your colors
Obviously!
So you should think about
Sharing what you know
With the less
Fortunate
It shows
Gratitude
And I know that you’re Grateful.
Thalia: While you’re here we’ll get you all
New stuff
I know this guy
And he can do it
He’ll redo your whole place
And I bet it could be an editorial
And you need flowers.
We’ve got to get that sorted
Why don’t you do a vision board?
There are
Magazines here right?
You can use them. Well some of them.
Vogue maybe? They do have Vogue right?
And when you’re out we’ll
Deal with the hair and stuff like that.
In the meantime
Find out if there’s a manicurist in here.
You feet are busted.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
wallowing in sadness
highlights regret.
basking in glee
leads you to happiness.
To have a second chance
at life,
a redo, soft reset.
To change one thing to make
it good
a turn, three words.
A life not lived
yet constantly craved.
Parallel, yet,
better,
kinder,
happier.
A world where a touch
needs no liquid courage.
No kiss is a slip
of judgement.
A society that loves all.
Parents that support you.
What if?
every night.
What would I change?
if I had the right.
Where would we be?
if you won the fight.
wallowing in sadness,
hooked on the past.
what if? and who?
forever it lasts.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Early hours; the
parts of sleep
recalled;
a fly opening
it's silk cocoon,
a foetus moving
in a jelly womb,
irises and corneas
assembling into eyes
eager to explore
a world outside;
those first times
when regrets are
abstract concepts
not feelings
growing roots
in subconscious pools;
all the things I'd redo,
my deepest desire
to be anew
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC