"rememberd" poems
gliding over the piano keys
hitting all the right combinations
the receiver drifting off helped by smoke circles
wiping the face
settling in
sitting deeper
circle the glass edge
soaked in oak mixed water
burning wood crackles
fire a visual trap
slowly sifting trough the past
regret and pride equally rememberd
the ghost visit one by one all before midnight
ding **** the old clock answers the tears
the journey been long
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
Dance in dark
Delight in days
Revel in reality slipping slowly to the gray.
Inky black comfort dripping into haze.
Distraught in denile
Damaged in disdain
Rememberd reason trembeling in shadows to the grave.
Nervous the edge of sanity sinking slowly below the brave.
Cringe in quiet
Crumble in cacophony
Bask in benign indifference to the coming of the fray.
Shape the broken mold into which is squezed the clay.
Form in function
Friction in fruition
Extrapolate from nothing what is real of what is fake.
Drive doom through the heart wooden to the stake.
Damaged and distroyed, disturbed and distrought, this is the friction of the fraught.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 3:54 PM UTC
all good dreams begin with a kiss
that beautiful touch of soft lips
eyes closed
body poised on the very edge of yearning
and her lips taste so sweet
warm invitingly
passions flame a brief moment away
barley contained in this soft embrace of lips
but you can feel its fire ready to burst upon you
feel the deep ocean of her heart stirring to wild thought dreams
feel her surrendering to her wishes delights
pull her closer
yearn with her
let your heart run with hers
let go
let her
in a long sweet kiss
tumble back to breathless earth
tumble back to...
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Here is a poem
not written for you
here is a home not provided by you
this is a love
not given by you
this is the help
not offered by you
here is the truth
not revealed by you
here I am not rememberd by you
so many things
not done by you
yet here I am
waiting for you…
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
This is when i write my best poems
When there is
So much
Inside
Messed
Tangled
Intertwined
Unraveled
Kept aside
Forgotten
Brought back
Rememberd
Ignored
You Decide
Undecide
And then one hundred words fall into a piece of paper like drops of rain hurling from the sky.
You can not expect it
You may not understand it
But you
Feel
Feel the moment
It collides
With your soul
Finds a home
In your ribs
It's a trauma
In disguise.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
In my life seems to be a mixture of bad, not right, or hella wrong.
It's like EVERYTHING is a twisted verse in that one Blue song.
The turmoil, the mishaps, well yea they all play a role.
Who do I return nothing to?
Cause the deal was I get EVERYTHING for my soul.
So I signed the deed.
But didn't read the fine print.
I should have took the hint
When I signed with a ****** print.
EVERYTHING
In my life is like coming down; I built many bridges in this land.
But now I only got remnats of ash around town.
My smile is non-existent. All I have to show is a crooked frown.
And love naw it don't seem to live here anymore.
I've been looking for it everywhere but then again I ask myself what for...
More tears filled with pain and sorrow.
And then left to think that there is no tomorrow.
EVRYTHING
Is like coming to its expiration.
And I'm facing smiles full of lie.
Being that I'm not important enough to be rememberd, I can live now and later die.
I've become the target and the world seems to be aiming at my why.
And still tears fall from my eye but atleast my concrete rose still has a try.
EVERYTHING
In my life maybe torn, I may have wounds and scars victim to the thorn.
My concrete rose ain't passed. And yet I wonder; should my concrete rose pass will it be reborn.
Why me?
Why am I so blind? I think I know but can't see, the difference between right, wrong, good or bad.
I've become a wanderer. So I wander the streets tormented and sad.
I've got the regonition but it's something I already had.
How much can one Loco have?
I know the feeling of losing EVERYTHING so I'm not always mad.
EVERYTHING
comes and goes it's the when will EVRYTHING end that no one knows.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
the scent of fresh green grass
overwhelming the chilled air
the branches of the maple tree swayed
as if there was nothing to worry about
but the present time in the now
the rays of sun beamed
down upon the silent earth
the fall colors hued their surroundings
reminding any living thing
of this world's true beauty
as a deer padded silently
it ventured boldly into the clearing
the earth seemed to come
to a stand-still in complete awe
its soft dark brown eyes
so gentle
so fragile
yet strong
bold
fearless
The only thing destracting the world
of the sheer beauty
was a small sparrow
singing a soft tune
sadly, it takes something like this
to prove this world's beauty
Tis like a pare of glassed
these frames provise a view
of the world as we know it
suggested to different people
sadly enough
many people have been presented
with the wrong frames
they are distorted
by societie's cruel tools
to see the bad in this world
to see the hurt
the pain
the death
and the hate
yet some people are given frames
that see the good in this world
that see the beauty
the love
the peace
the passion
what I say to you now
should always be rememberd
stya close to these people
so next time you look
at the beautiful world
you will see the good
for life is too short
to dwell on the little things
that simply can't change
when you can live out
the big things that can.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
It was dark, who could she could possibly hold on to but you?
It was loud, who could she possibly focus but you?
It was quite, who could she possibly hear but you?
Many things happened
Only you she remembered
When it was dark, would you let her hold on to you?
When it was loud, would you help her focus to you?
When it was quite, would you let her hear you?
Many decisions lay on your hand
Because only you she remembered
For all the things she rememberd
It only last because you let her to
For all the things she needed you for
It only last because she let you to
Would you ever waste a moment to give her?
When you know she only remember what you give her to
The love, important dates, jokes that only you both understand
Would you still, then, waste a moment to give her?
For all she remember is you
For all she remember is a love to remember
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
I am aboard an there is no getting off
Here is Lady's D and I hold her icy glove
I am something I can not read
I am a child of a poisonous seed
Shiny ray casts itself on a midday of my numbness
Endless death is rotting deep inside.
My dreams of vagueness ...
They are tempting like a suicide
I am dissolving
I can't make any choice
I colour myself
With a ****** tracks
Sinking down to Kingdom Come
I am waiting for the Time to dishonor me
Dancing in it's dire clothes
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC
Superb! It's alright to take a few things for granted, but then I notice the little things, like the way the yard is centered, like the way my hair grows into the right place, like a girl I love reciprocates, and a few more things I don't need to mention. But
The body floats over itself, occasionally, and
blah blah blah, today is okay, right?
Yes, the right people say the right things at the right timing, and your love ones move in tandem with the rhythm of your needs, the rhythm of self
what I'm trying to say is, things are looking okay, and okay is a shield moving in front of a mind that is a lake of misfits, all trying to get on board a ship of understanding, and hey! they all got their hands on! even the most absurd found a way to hook their clutches to the side
and perhaps this feeling is fleeting, like so many other things, but then again, we have a magic ability to remember what needs to be rememberd, and the people that love us remember, too
to be comfortable with ambiguity, is probably the greatest blessing of all...
to not need to write is probably an even greater blessing, when the porch and the sunshine contain all the answers in the universe, space and time stand still, the news is on a paper that is small or on a television that is turned off
stability, my friends, is all I ask for, in this life,
and I am content with that
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC