"rythem" poems
May I not forget
The way skin feels
Beneath the wake of my hands
Smooth
Sympathetic to the touch
Rolling
Gliding
To the rythem I choose
My hands envelope you
causing parasympathetic response
Beneath my finger tips
Relaxing you to the fullest
A gift to me
a gift to you
Let me feel
Let me give
let me love
May I not forget
The way skin feels
Beneath the wake of my hands
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
I'm writing the story of my life,
and I'm not letting anyone hold the pen.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
I'll write out all my pain, damage, fear.
I'll shoot for the moon,
even if I miss I'll land among the stars.
They all told me that because of my past,
I could never become anything great,
that I'd never have success,
never be good enough,
that what they did to me was my fault.
I wanted to grow up.
I finally did.
I excaped their torture.
Now, I keep writing my story.
Write. Edit. Change. Repeat.
I'm not even completely grown up.
2 years.
But it's happening now...
I've started toa ture into an adult.
Frankly, I'm scared.
I'm not exactly sure what to do.
I'm taking over sooner than planned,
I'm working a real job now,
I'm responsible for sisters well being.
I just don't know.
But that's ok.
I have my faith and I have my pen.
I don't want to miss out on the people who
have me mesmerised...
But how can I captivate them and weave
them a story?
I don't know. I don't know if I can.
My rythem and rhyme is so unique,
there's no hope in attempting
to intertwine another beautiful soul.
I'm sorry. I just don't know.
All I do know is
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
His eyes are woven like dreamcatchers
within them lay my deepest desires
hidden messages and captivating images
The rythem of his heart
is like the ****** of my favorite song
The kind of note that leaves an impact
on the soul
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can feel you in my heart
Like the blood flowing through my veins
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can see your beauty shining in front of me
Like the glorious rays from the sun
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can feel your lips upon mine
Sweeter than the most delectable chocolate in the world
As i sit here listening to these lyrics
I can smell you wonderful scent
Like the fragrance drifting from spring flowers
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I can hear two hearts beating in perfect rythem
Like the soothing melody of angles singing
As I sit here listening to these lyrics
I dream of you and me being together
A journey of endless love lasting forever and alway
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Tick tock
Time is running out
What are you doing you worthless ****
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Invading your dreams
Tick tock
No time left
Your failours are done and complete
Tick tock
Tick tock
TICK TOCK
The rythem burning through my mind
Tick ******* tock
Your time is over
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I see the wetness glistening from your slim body.
You have been away from me too long.
My memory of your sweetness needs no egging on.
I can not wait much longer, we need to be alone.
You know just what I hunger. You sparkle in your ways.
You know just how to control the rythem. A little give and take.
You fit so perfect in my hand, made just for me.
Come a little closer, stop teasing me.
My lips are so close to you, your sweetness I am about to taste.
Man there is nothing on this earth like a cold beer at the end of the day!
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 5:15 PM UTC
From the beginning I trusted you, but in end I rejected you
Because the demons inside shined bright in the night
Sadly, we only hung out at night...
When your world was already dizzy
Mine was too busy to understand the reasons why
So my mind decided that a marathon was stunning
I only thought of you but it managaed to keep running
In this case 28 k but seemed like 28 days
Becuase as you know you just dont run the race
Theres many days of planning and exercise just in case
Now, my heart beats out of rythem
Becuase of the precision of your desicion
Your words seemed kind but in my mind I knew that they hurt
Like you grabbed my heart, played with it, put it back and left it in parts
Since then my left atrium doesnt work
Its like a inncoent whale that was left to die in the beach dirt
And i was simply that... innocent dirt
What had I done previous to this that made you act outrageous?
But now I know your contagious
A disease that brings you one step closer death
But now im just once step closer to home I guess
Home. A intanglment of feeling like the fibers in my sheets
I thought it was a place of love but then relized its just a place to meet
My mother was a weird one. Often pressing burdens on her son
A seperated family with nothing in commom is definatly more common then Nostradomeous
To say I love quotes would be close but theres some that make me simply choke
Remember when "like father like son" was an inpiration quote but for me its what kept me a float
On the sea of hatred with the destination of dope
Becuase of the words my mother chose, addiction would be my affliction
A state of pain my mother, father, sister and brother could not feel
Yes, this is the shittest deal, but look at me now
A person ontop with the world as my partner,
Ambition like a morning light because I had the will to fight
Only you can make a change your life, not your mother, drugs and neither your wife.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
Light will give way to darkness, ever challenging for the attention of mere mortals.
The dark will be thick and comforatable. A dim ahi flickers in pō and ka noe. It will be delightful when ke ahi make.
Lā will return and the shade will be the only cool the natives will have.
The gods smile in the background, ever watchful of the dance.
Lono and Pele dance in rythem, while Kūkailimoku kahea with Hi'iaka.
It rains here in Waianae because she loves me, the one from yellow and red. Bird feathers are her drapes of honor and bloodline. The anae will run again as the rivers open because of the ua. Her particular nature revolves around the seasons of unordinary times when plants are fed and coffee is feasted.
I am a drunkard of blood that does not belong to me. She is the one whom I yearn to taste. The blood of Royalty above Royalty.
Please hear my words that I cannot speak of.
He mea iki, Ka ikaikakapu. I am of Oahu and she is of Hawai'i.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
baby's got the beat
but he can't take the heat
'cause rap is the sweets
to the sort of musical treats
pressures gonna **** him
even if he feels the rythem
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:43 PM UTC
My heart is beating
Beating loud
Just not clear
My heart is beating
A steady beat
Yet it hurts
My heart is beating
Pumping blood through my veins
Just not enough
My heart is beating
Beating for the one I love
It just can't show her
.......
My heart is no longer beating
No longer making a sound
It has lost its rythem
Now it is standing still
Blood now lays down in my veins
My heart has been broken
Broken by the one it truly loves
My heart is now dead in every way
Killed by the one that it loved
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
I think I am like fairy lights
With 10m of soul but only 1 that shines bright
Deciding carefully which parts of me
Make the up the world's display
I like to think the light I shine
Is all earned perfection and dainty smiles
As if the world would hate me
For letting go every once in a while
But really I am not naive enough
To believe the image I dream, is the image I show and
Honestly, I think it's better for the world to know
That the lights I emit flicker from time to time
So maybe I'll aspire to be seen as a human being
Break out from my hiding place of rythem and rhyme
And let the other 9m glow,
Even if only every once a while
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
Im in the arms of an Angel,
not for my eternal rest,
the heart beat of my Grandaughter
keeping a rythem on my chest.
Eyes that shine brightly,
new paths to explore.
In the arms of my little Angel
I have alot to look forward.
Somewhere up in the Heavens,
a roll count is being kept.
I am sure they will come up short one......
she's cuddled on my chest.
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
Fleeting moments pass within the blink of an eye
The more you try to grasp the more time takes and robs you blind
I try to embrace the rapid fire but it burns my chest to ash
Watching as everything I've known drifts past
Out of reach and washed away with bleach
Till there's no color left
Only desperate breaths
and piercing silence
As if I've suffered some tragic death
To gain is to lose and to lose is to gain
But as a creature of routine I strain to maintain
Rythem
But the song is long gone
Now left with fragmented thoughts and a broken wardrum
Undone
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
Traveling the world upon your hazzy skies engulfed in lustrous plumbs.
My lusting of your branches carries us across the galaxy, basking in your rays barreling into my solor powered eyes. Astroids plummeting through space to the rythem of our hearts, dancing in robotic trances among our union. Starships orbiting our rings for all eternity to our guide through wonderous star showers, distributing perfectness among a
world unconquerable
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Silents beats.
In rythem of slow dazed clock
Ticking back and forth.
As time frezzes
Every thing motion less
Nothing moving
Except tears with crystal blured reflection
In the gloomed dim sky
The cloock sticks the empty room that
Onced filled with light and life
Now laid the soul of silence to this room
And never had one
Voice
Ever to this room again
Not in
Every in life time
That rebon each year
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
The room is dark
and filled with waves
the bass drops low
the glovers glow
and the rythem flows
then the DJ slows
DROP
and the rabbits rave
their night is day
they dance
until the sun breaks way
then the roll dissolves
but the love will stay
and the chemical bonds
wont separate
the good vibes rise
and the children stand
ready to leave this earth
for wonderland
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC
His smile is like the wind of a mystical dream
Playing each harmony on a grand piano in Beethovens honor
Touching my ever fiber with his breathe upon my chest, my heart races to become intangled in his population
Ravenous passion rains upon my world as his ****** weakens my knees, moaning in rythem alongside spontaneous movement
Caressing tender thoughts written on my lips only for his desire to see, he tastes my most inner secrets
Revealing my body's pleasure inch by inch, his touch consoles the fire within my soul.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
The light of my life isn't a light
Not the sun
Not a lamp
The light of my life is different
Just different
My lights silhouette can not be distinguished
The mystery of it's feature lies in the hands of God
The feeling of it's hand is unknown to my skin
The flavor of it's lips unknown to my tongue
The insense of it's being is unknown to my senses
The rythem of it's heart is unknown to my audition
My light is not a light
A man
Who bestows the light in my life
Who destroys the darkness with his laughter
Who detaches the sadness with his words
Who strips the melancholy with his smile
My light does not glow
He shines
More than the sun
More than a lamp
He shines brighter than anything on earth
He Is The Beautiful Light Of My Life
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
Stadium overflowing
voices echoing throughout
Music reverberates around us
The intensity of our body heat
Each heart beating in perfect synch
Chants and screams
The lyrics of the songs
Confetti shooting out from above
Surrounding us with a blur of colour
Softly gently drifting down upon us
Jumping and swaying to the rythem
Flashing bright lights
The camera panning across the crowd
The smiles and the laughter
Pure happiness spread across their faces
Losing ourself within the masses
Surrendering our very soul
To the artists that through their songs
Helps us to stand up
Allowed us to feel needed
Gave us hope
The passion and the fury of the night
Where everyone was connected as one
An arena full of strangers
But through this music
Freedom and Happiness is born
The thrill of the night
This is what I live for
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
My soundtrack. My life.
It's a broken record of simple delights.
The rythem of a bass that influences the patterns in my brain. The raining spring. And flowers sing. Story time? Just my mind. I thought I was cool this whole time. Wannabe hipster, party of me. So sick of this skin. Maybe rebuild it and start again. Fake plastic watering can. I keep tripping. Silver spinning. I keep day dreaming. Moonlit sky. The birds and beasts chirp and lie. I keep meeting people and don't know who you are. A name? A face? Make sure you look pretty. One day you'll be erased. Hooded soldier, hopeless wanderer. Blackened eyes. Can't believe their lies. You were right. I have no use. That day when you yelled and screamed, calling me worthless I believed in your words. Sadness turned to anger and bitter was the taste. I grew up real quick and faded into those ways. I can't keep this in. Emo poetry, where do I begin?
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
Cease thriving on these feelings,
Oh heart of mine.
Or at least bestow upon me a sign,
Where the stars shall align,
And lend reason to this rythem and rhyme,
Of things that only seem to waste my precious time.
Is love the only epiphany of your life,
Oh heart of mine?
Only moments ago we ran on grief and strife.
Must your coal black complexion distort to red at the thought of being a wife?
Does he even love you back? Or will more sorrow simply arise?
Heed the words I speak to you,
Oh heart of mine.
Do not turn your pigmintation to that pitiful crimson hue.
You act as though you're willing to be broken in two.
Tell these feelings adieu.
Do not let them ensue,
Lest you want to peg me with anguish through and through.
This is what I beg of you.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
The angles had guitars even before they had wings,
and his fingers wove delicately through nylon strings,
and the ends of my hair,
playing tunes that only I could hear.
His chest thumped in rythem,
echoed past morgues
and cemeteries like church bells.
His mouth was as simple as an oceans shell,
vibrating the voice of God through bones consumed in sin,
and silence.
Fragile and infinite.
He held me in a cradle made of skin off his back,
rocked me like the waves do the shore,
and sang me peacefully at rest.
He was the lords gift to mankind,
to me.
And even though his hallow fell tight around his neck,
and serpents arrived one late September night,
his wings burnt markings of Christ along the the floor.
Poison swam through his veins,
and cursed his eyes to black,
but still he sang the tones of faith.
*For a boy created in hands so holy,
he sure did die a death devoid of mercy.*
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
The rythem has awoken
The rymes...yet to be spoken
When the thought returns to me
Under the blessing of my liberty
a shadow has returned
Upon my mind to make it burn
A love thats lost, once so soft
Has struke my heart in turn
A life i had forgoten...
Long ago upon a day
When nothing ever made me happy
Where nothing went my way
When a little light upon the dark
Stained my life, i had to start
To think that life
Is worth living
And ever since the stain has gone
Searched have i
To write a wrong
But yet not to an avail
My life is one big fail
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
When a poet is at
Their worst
Oh
How enticing it can be
The most beautiful things
Come from it
Their pain turns
To feeling others can touch
The fallen tears
Drip into words
Of the unfortunate
The pen sways
To the rythem of sorrow
Oh, how beautiful
It is when the
Writer is at its
Worst
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC