"releived" poems
beats banging the bolts of your brains your mind slumped back with thoughts of genocidal terrorist gangsters polluting your countries veins, rocking lines like no way but did bush rock the planes, and **** did we really give al-Qaeda all that money 6.9 billion **** yeah that sounds pretty funny, but back in the day they were the backed boys in blue fighting off the the red corner for their freedom to be renewed, but that wasn't enough for them
reunion of peace lost with the greed of the beast and the hate for the west and the hate for different beliefs, capitalism s bad but not bad enough for lives to be releived or taken, **** bugs me but im not shooting the lead at a different population.
and im not conforming to 911 being binladen cause the videos shown give me the impression those attacks were a little more expensive than the planes on the rota, the truth covered up like ill put it under the sofa or they wont notice just tuck it behind the toaster, its not for common knowledge to be a pile of **** out off cnn's rosta does anyone remember Mcintyre whos stated on paper that he beleives the pentagon was hit by something different than whats printed on the usual reporters notepad soo whos the joker?
the world needs answers now before this conspiracy is just another late night channel on the tv, or the page on the internet that no one sees xcept the fat man nursing a ***** and a bag of nachos with a little too much additional flavour bread cheese and cereal its all over his bed, forgotten how to live soo hes browsin instead, this mans a lost cause you stay tight to whats in your head
and im not guna turn around and say that my rhymes keep your brain feeling alive ive used that space to save you time so you can see the things i see
the way the world is lookin at me
and this **** keeps my dreams infant and my body just another delinquent, reeling around in this filtered hypocricy with the love and humour on hold till this chapter unfolds
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
I don't think I could acheive all my dreams if it weren't for you, The one I never expected. I would have feebly fought for them, pined for them, but I don't think I could have gotten myself to a place where I could get them on my fingertips.
I'm going to be an author. I finished a novel, I pushed past my wandering imagination and uncertainty because you made it easier to feel my bones. To do the things that are like breathing for me.
I have a lot of worry in my heart, I always have. I worry about not being good enough or going crazy or about your safety or about the future. I don't know if I've gone madder, but on the precipice of loneliness I am not terrified. I am only wishing us both the best.
I won't see you for four months. Alone that fact makes me miss you already. But I'm not scared about it. You want to build a life with me, and you of all people don't take statements like that lightly. You may be far away but you aren't leaving.
This is a time for both of us to get ready to be the people we want to be. You get to start getting your dreams together. I'm sure as hell going to do the same thing. I cannot wait to show you with my eager little smile how far I'll come in those months. I hope I floor you. I hope you'll love me more than ever. I'm sure I'll feel that way about you.
I don't think I'll ever be that girl who feels releived or settled about being married to the well-off, wicked smart guy. If anything your intelligence makes me feel I need to keep on pushing. I want to be just as rafiant and brilliant by your side, not seem like the lucky trophy wife with the ****
This summer will grow us. I hate to have us grow so much apart, but its how it is and we, ever adaptable and strong, will manage. I'm sure skype will be our ally.
But only with you, and I hope you feel similar with me, that we can be this grand together and have the sort of life that we could only dream of. We can have a life that neither of us never realized could be so insane and wonderful all at once without the other. I don't think I've ever been a better version of myself than I have with you. I'm stronger and I'm responsible and I'm willing to do stupid, crazy things to work towards all my hopes and dreams come true. I'm still so crazy but it doesn't matter to you. God, I ******* love you.
I cannot wait for the grand together life we will have. Only a few whiles until we get there. One summer, then some time together. Then my final semester as you get things ready in our new world and then...
Well then hopefully that grand together never needs to be forced apart again.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Two ways of life ȋ̝̊̅ know
The good α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ the bad
Two kinds of life ȋ̝̊̅ know
The rich α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ the poor
Two actors ȋ̝̊̅ know
The weak α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ the strong
Two phases ȋ̝̊̅ know
The smooth α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ the rough
The end justifies the means
Although ȋ̝̊̅ wish it were not so
If it were so
♍Ɣ care wouldn't reveal
So ȋ̝̊̅ scan through the album
Maybe I'll be releived with joy
But all the clues ȋ̝̊̅ got
All of them were blur
What makes the clock tic?
What makes the wind warm?
Times α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ season are the same
Things will always be the same
But when the rain stops
When the wind stills
When the leaves wither
When the bones dry
Α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ all the smiles are gone
Α̩̩̩̩̥Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ƌ̲̣̣̣̥ no more tears can drop
What is left to want
Heaven or hell; recall
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
A frizz of hair and froth of cloudy breath
Walk down the dimly lit, puddled mirror
Of wet sidewalks
Shushed by the rush of the stampede
of bullets that shoot along beside
Pushed by an exodus of ex bus surplus minds
Flowing with the tide
Feathers flit and twitter overhead
With sticks and bits to make their bed
A sparse sea for company
Drops down to flow alongside me
And wet the grass
Which grows between the sidewalk slits
And rocky pothole pits
Beside the dark leaf stains and plodding feet
That beat a slow, releived retreat
From crowded bus seat
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC