"reep" poems
I have never been anyone's first choice
But why would anyone want me to be
If they knew I knew would it make them change the way they think of me
Or would they lie to me like they do day to day
I can't seem to let this vile though ht escape throughout the ears connecting to the brain
Just to be thought of day to day but there is no more rooms left in the hearts now a days
I can't be cramped up with a charlie horse lingering around
I am just a pretty little flower but nobody's ruby red roses anyhow
Just under dressed while living in this distress
With thoughts of suicide hanging them self at the roof of my doorstep
If no one loves me now no one will love me in the times I will condone
The thoughts of sharp razor blades seem to reep into my skin
We get excited to travel the world but not for traveling someone within
I just want to be put first even if only for a day
I want to drown in the love and affection even if I can not breathe
Just simply someone standing next to me would put me at the greatest of ease
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
Its called manic depression.
When im riding that beautiful and fierce high, it feels like nothing will ever stop me. As if nobody could drop me fore i was floating away in the stars where nobody can touch me.
But atlas, we must all abide by the law of phsyics, every humans greatest weakness. we all know the dreded saying, "Once something goes up, it must always come down."
I never know what causes me to fall, it could be a word; to a voice. A phrase; to a smile. A song; to laugh. Nothing; to a smell.
Its this free fall into a never ending abyuss of hopelessness. Things that made me happy just moments ago, push me farther down below.
There is no fighting it, its not as simple as reaching my hands out and asking for help. Im binded together by my hands and feet, with a thick layer of duck tape covering my lips. Striping me of my dignity.
Its a constant struggle, suicidal tendencies reep across the corner, ready to pounce.
But somehow I manage to keep myself alive.
Somehow im still here.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
The light that lit the longest day,
now faded,
"time to cut the hay!"
Time to reep those seeds long sewn.
The furrowed lines
where all has grown.
Thank the Sun,
though shy to shine.
Without it, there would be no time.
No hallowed ground,
or sacred soil.
No harvest for a God to spoil.
Seasons would be just a notion.
Tidal waves without an ocean.
Secrets told without a voice
without our Sun,
there'd be no choice.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Is it too bad to say that I feel empty?
There are no memories of the two weeks that passed too soon.
its like the time had stopped,
Onlu flashes of surprise, laughter, hope, pain, respect, anxiety, guilt, sorrow, worry, gratitude, love, sharing,
Listening in speachless silence.
I feel like sand.
I feel no water inside me.
But I remember water falling on me.
I remember the green glint of the reflected sun.
And then the wind of time blew,
and the footprints lose their memory.
The sand wonders why?
All the water has to dry,
or get soaked up too deep, too quick.
That a thousand ploughs can't reep.
So it holds on against the wind,
But nothing will hold on till the end.
Forgive me if it fades away,
But the soaked water will stay,
To give me cool when the sun gets too hot.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
I reep my blood,
Yet you are unsatisfied,
The bridges I cross to satisfy my...your thoughts,
The pain I suffer because I...you think of depressing things,
The music I listen to and walk the edge of cliffs,
Yet you push me closer to the edge,
But I can't do it yet,
The music is to loud for now,
I wonder how much longer it will be to loud for,
My doctor gave me more pills to take,
I won't take them,
Afraid I'll purposely overdose on them,
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
so the door slams and the windows open
air rushes in full of lustful wonder
this is singular thinking in a fog of sweet adolescence
i come from devils' fur
un-washed and smelling of sulfur
i reep your evil sews
we blink at each other
unwilling to file for glory papers
unchecked harshness towards the self
an oblivious and romantic way of being
the shadows cast behind zoo walls will follow their own mist
i speak like a broken muffler now
if i can speak at all
and the singing
only the last gulps of saltwater
churning up in the esophagus of a man lost at sea
breathing in the doom
it is only nourishment
the abyss seems at a low tide
it is passable and inviting
death is laid upon a lattice work
and they all wonder what you're really up to
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Somedays, I feel like I sinking.
I can fill it in my ribs, as each one breaks from the heaviness of my heart.
I feel the flowers I planted inside my soul, dying.
Each petal slowly falling, and cracking from the lack of nourishment.
Tears fill my eyes, and run down my face like a heavy creek stream.
I fear the power of my emotions.
I fear losing insight, for life is so beautiful.
Life is precious, easily ticked away by time.. yet, makes us feel like we've lived centuries with the wisdom we gain through our darkest corners.
Im holding onto my sanity; my strength.
I'm letting myself reep away, so that I can grow again.
My roots will flourish; my soul will be crisp.
Until then, I'm only a vessel, a floating soul, trying to find its way back home again.
Oh, the thoughts over coffee and ticking of my mothers clock.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
pull my heart strings
scratch your name in my skin,
write your contract in blood.
hold my soul hostage,
lay down your demands;
crush my spirit in your hands.
rip apart my sanity,
write your inscriptions of pain;
etching your savage ways.
destroy my hopes,
your precogziance dictates;
stomp and scrape your lies into me.
defile my innocence,
your morose curiosties reep;
****** and stab your morbid ***********
maniacal manipulations claim yet another victim,
but in your clenched hands
none ever so willing,
to die in your hold
to feel something other than ice cold.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
I've always heard silence is golden
but, what if your voice is stolen
Is it then as precious as gold
or is it more like steel bars bitter and cold
I've always been told the grass isn't greener on the other side
sometimes I wonder and sometimes I think they lied
I have heard on the wind, you reep what you soe
I ponder this as I weep for a foe
All these expressions , these old wise tales
They try to nutshell the human nature
All that we fail and all that we hail
I believe life is short
we must set sail , we must leave port
Explore the relm on which we grace
Hand in hand and face to face
Love all that you hold dear
cherish every hug and every tear
Never ...ever live in fear
Always follow your heart,
but let your mind co-pilot
Hold on to your pride
but keep it in your pocket
Live your dreams
but,don't dream your life
Your life is a vessel upon a vast sea
Do you want to be the sail that guides your way
or continue being the anchor that holds you down today.......
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
Lil piece of my mind..... some thing I wrote....
Comin up in the city, livin like the mob..
Money over ******* and screaming fuckk a job...
On the daily hustl'n to eat hustl'n to sleep..
HUSTLE HUSTLE HUSTLE!?!
Wat you sew is what you reep..?..
Always on a come up, then smack into the wall.
Like god playin tricks, and likes it when I fall...
So lost in this world you'd need a search party to find me.
Even then you'd need the hand of god, the blood of christ and your first born to bind me..
I've lived and learned,
I've been beat, jumped, arrested and physically burned...
I've been cut, kicked, and thrown to the floor.
Yelling this can't be it for me...there has to be more....
With death, drugs and jail taking my family and friends...
I'm standing here all alone saying **** it, till the world ends......
The rage in my chest is constantly building,
the monster inside me wants to shoot thru the ceiling........
My world is spinning I wanna let go.....
My life is a movie, And I'm in the back row...
Its going by so fast -OUT OF CONTROL-
I gotta grab hold -FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL-
Taught by my mom to always be strong..
With the fear of failure in my head all day long....
Some days I feel like I'm drowning in a sea with no water...
I WILL MAKE IT I WILL SURVIVE, if not for me.
!! FOR MY SONS AND MY DAUGHTER..!!!
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Herein lies the Crux
my state of constant flux
on the Critical Path
someone is messing with me
they said
soon be wishing
they were dead
fill me?
with fear and dread?
that's a TALL order...
I got an ink filled
voice recorder
I've been at this
intersection before
thought I'd closed the
opened door
once more
I'll find the key
digging, dragging waters
in the sea
who me?
you...
can't hold a good
woman down
refuses to be drown
not in tears
after all of these years
I'll tear out your eyes
then we'll see who cries
....you lie
and you manipulate
spread your seething,
bitter hate
my fate
is indifferent
Herein lies the problem
I will find the fix
somewhere in betwixt
reality and my dreams
I know you know it's wrong
singing the song
I want to hear
to close to my ear
you challenge my sanity
and I your vanity
I see you have sorrow
you can't borrow
stolen nickles &
dimes
crimes you know
you'll sow
what you reep
cost is steep
herein lies the crux
the state of constant flux
consequences come
from our choices
& honest... truthful voices
here me cry
why
....oh Why?
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
A guilty heart of a unsteady beat.
Shooting up fire to the ones who couldn’t stand the heat.
Exorcising my own demons,
The ones that creep.
A sorrow so long,
And a pain so deep.
In and out of mischief,
Was a soul to reep.
Praying, crying to God,
‘Please don’t let this be’
Mama talking to me,
Daddy gone.
I felt no love sitting in the passenger side all alone.
Ready to **** something,
High as hell way too gone,
But I have a warm heart,
Just didn’t know when to love,
Or how to start.
I was once taught how to love,
But now reminiscin’ I no longer
Get hugs,
Only a okay, and a shoulder
Shove.
Looking up at the sky one day hoping to be that dove.
In that clear blue sky,
Looking down at this empty world,
That us humans created.
Me and my sins debating,
Rather my anger and pain has truly
Deflated.
I tried to escape it.
Hold the handkerchief mama,
Away with it.
I’ve been up and thru it.
Yes it’s phenomenal.
Hard cold blood,
I’ve been thru the rain and the mud.
So there’s nothing you can really tell me,
At the end of the day I’ll still be-
Me.
Singing my soul away,
I should have been on glee,
Closed casket,
6 feet deep.
Going up the hill but the **** too steep.
Smoking real good,
But it’s too hard too sleep.
It’s too hard to be-
Me.
Deep in the world,
My name is a number.
They recognize me as a number.
Sleeping on the floor in that 2 bedroom house,
Mama you remember?
When shad wasn’t here that and this December,
The sweet scent that lingers,
Tongue rolling and sticky fingers.
My shirt,
My chest,
My heart,
Is where it hurts.
Inflammable, but so sweet,
Is it true?
I can’t be.
Am I?
A CRIMINAL
Marci h.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
I have a girlfriend
she is not you
though i often wish
this was not true
to kiss and hug
and be snug
i want to be
my heart wants to be
with a girl who cares
and does not play
with feellings of others
when asked a question
you quickly reply
not let me think
for over a week
i waited
before giving up
destanie
cant you see
that those guys use you
for your body
and that i am different
more of a man
because i am brave
now i know that i often
seem like a creep
but i cant sit here
and le tyou mourn and reep
your heart broken
yet again
by another liar
one who wants nothing
but a one night stand
but your blinded
a veil drawn over your eyes
the world confusing you
so that you cant see
that i wanted you
to be with me
we are both now eighteen
well in a few days
but you dont care
true love is not enough
to overcome
the stuggles
of winning your heart
maybe if i wanted something fake
then together we could be
but ugly and poor
just never goes
with the beautiful and rich
cody will never be
with Destanie
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
This love. Consumed by reality. I've lost all gravity. I won't tip my hat that easy. Too many sleezy greasys getting their hair lubed up too easy. Where's the mechanic to repair this despair and iron our lulus affairs, I'd like to smoke a cigar with the mayor and ask him of his cares. We can only hope that one day their wealth is shared. Life is just not fair that's why dance and prance and glance at a new stance of romance. We won't find the *** of gold until we take a chance. Tear up the pants. Take a second glance and look all around you, this is Paradise, climb a tree to see wise, come over at 3 I'll make you some rice, don't dare to act twice, once is enough to hear the Volcanoe rawr. The little weezles implore to conquer a new score, sit back relax and just soar. I weep to sleep. Let's trash the creep. The hills to steep but this riselience is summit deep. The old Hatter takes her needle to sow and reep, classic skills to perceive so neat, you mustn't forget to wash your feet. Save your brilliance for in between the sheets. **** the Twitter birds tweets, too much blabber, not enough gladier., walkity walk walk, put a boot in your talk talk. A chicken goes boc boc, so shut it before you get **** socked
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:34 AM UTC
Are we growing to sow do are fruits produce kindness or are they bitter and cold do we shed a tear for the ones who didn't get to breath the breath of life and see gods beauty do we seek whats right or perch are selves underneath the grapevine getting drunk on tainted lies can a man sustain his family by only tilling the soil or is it also necassary to gather in the harvest before it spoils as a shepherd imprints on its kids so should we imprint a love for are wife and family are we growing to sow at the end of life can we reep are heavenly reward and fight evil with every fling of the sword and shield are self with gods mercy when the avalanches and rains come we seek protection and safety so we also should do so with gods I biding love to lift us up when we are low are we growing to sow
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC