"sacrafice" poems
It never hurts to be kind.
So sacrifice a little of your time just to be kind.
It never hurts to say hello.
So sacrafice a little of your comfort just to say hello.
It almost always hurts to say goodbye.
But you gotta sacrifice your past sometimes to have a future so sacrifice your relief from pain and just. Say. Goodbye....
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
Past altered states tests postive and subtle
******* So and so's teeter Paleolithic après time puddles
And submit terrible philosphies
Ashy stubble ticks politics
and sacrafice to peer approval sacralige
Test probably appears stable
Top patriarch's able suddenly to
Pop above submerged tables possibly
After, something tests patience awkwardly
Stumps tarot practioners and *** testers poor application sterily
Topology plain, astrology scorpio
Torpedo power aptly strikes to pedal antlers sour
Take particular appointments
Stop testing please apply sorted
Terror power and sexless torn pigs
afterhours pen and store tips, plow.
Alter simians testosterone, pow!
As scientists type papers about sexing tasteless past alligator snouts
testing partly after science takes party alliance south to pawn army
subtle tipped passion. artsy.
Start these.
pick atoms smarmy
Tally past all sentences take pride
As stencils test pestilence. And sigh.
The previous alterations simply tried.
And didn't work, hence the present
Path lit incandescent.
I'm looking towards the east waiting for positivity to peak
You're turned backwards nostalgic for something that'll never come repeat.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
When the chickens come to town,
do not smile,
do not frown,
sacrafice Mrs Hicken,
sacrafice Mr Dicken,
run away from the chickens,
jump away from the zickens.
When the chickens jump up and down,
do not abreviate,
do not noun.
sacrafice Mrs Houn,
sacrafice Mr Boun,
run away from the ground,
try to not, make a sound.
When the chickens fall from the sky,
do not winge,
do not cry,
sacrafice Mrs Dye,
sacrafice Mr McKye,
duck away from the sky,
no billy, you can not fly.
When the sky, starts to fall out chickens,
not do slow,
not do quicken,
Mrs Sacrafice you will dicken,
Mr Sacrafice you will sicken,
sky away, from the stabbin'
die away, from the kebabin'.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
the waves break like the days that chase them
and our hardened layers fall down around our ankles
and sacrafice themselves to the edges of the shorline
it's the sunshine season
we don our freckled, olive, summer skin
as we slip into our cut-off shorts and boat shoes
the winter blues melt into their tributaries and take off for the sea
leaving us to blush and bloom like budding tulips
work stained hands toss the rule books aside
making room for a cheap can of beer and an ancient dog earred map
let the dusty two-tracks point you back
to your abandoned spirit of adventure
and your neglected hiking boots
let's go
let's run off towards the sunset
and the lake bed
and get to the heart of what matters in the middle of nowhere
let's get lost sunburned
drunk
and young
it's time to be better again
to be happy as children again
i'll meet you out there
somewhere along the edges of where the water fades to mountains
and the mountains pierce the skies
i hope to see you there...
with a smile on your face and your heart on your sleeve
i promise to bookmark a place for you
let's go find what they are all missing
nurse our hearts
and our spirits
and that primitive instinct burried somewhere deep inside us
that begs us to chase the sweetness
to play
climb
dance
and grow
let's go
but first
a toast
here's to you
and to me
and to every skinned knee that eventually led us to learn the ropes
here's to the countless hopes and dreams that we've had to reconstruct
in order to shape our own realities
here's to sunburns
moonshine
and all that we can be
beneath these summer skies.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
I had a dream about a witch,
she stood in my path trying
to ask for forgiveness for
murders she committed some
years ago.
yet I have nothing to offer
her, nor do I care about her
nor do I care about her wishes,
the witch could have made the
better sacrafice years ago.
the witch chose to **** my
family blood for the sake of
a sack of change, a career
she never had the talent to be,
someone told her she was cute.
the witch allowed this poison
to go to her head, seven snakes,
an abortion knife and a brother
who never had the guts to tell
her no.
the witch killed me with an
double edged sword in which
i call ****** for money and
life for money all stirred in
a boiling *** of deadly brew.
in the end the witch always
perish from the spells that she
casted upon others, somewhere
she picks up the vile, drinks
from it and then she die.
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
I'm discovering
that sacrifice
will always be
a necessary
part-of
life,
and that
the only time
we ever
gain-
is when we
have
lost.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
LOST IN MY MIND, DECISIONS ON EVERY SIDE
EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, BITTERSWEET MEMORIES OF YOU AND I
FALLING IN LOVE, GROWING APART
STILL YOU ARE THAT SPECIAL PERSON IN MY HEART
I KNOW THAT ALL RELATIONSHIPS HAVE UPS AND DOWNS
BUT SHOULDN’T I HAVE LAUGHS AND SMILES MORE THAN I FROWN
THERE'S BILLS, KIDS, BAD ADVICE AND BRICK WALLS
MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL LAST FOREVER BUT IT DOESN’T COVER IT ALL
WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON – JUST OUR LOVE – IS THAT ENOUGH
WHAT IF OUR LIFE’S PATH HAS TAKEN US INTO SEPARATE DIRECTIONS
WHAT IF IT’S SIMPLY TOO LATE TO MAKE ALL OF THE CORRECTIONS
WHAT IF YOU AND I ARE NO LONGER MEANT TO BE TOGETHER
WHAT IF OUR LOVE’S NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO SURVIVE BAD WEATHER
WHAT IF MY SOULMATE IS OUT THERE, SOMEWHERE, WAITING FOR ME
WHAT IF THERE IS A CHANCE THAT I CAN TRULY BE HAPPY
DO I SACRAFICE IT ALL – JUST FOR LOVE – IS THAT ENOUGH
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
****** man
Lurking in the corners
Evil smile
Meanwhile
A child
Alive
But barely
Can't pick of the phone
Who'll answer
A cop,
Rookie
Would be
A vet in time
But the shots
That hit his spine
Hit his soul a lot harder
Almost as hard as
The hits
From a ****
That used his fist
And never open hand,
Demands not met,
No speech
From the whore's throat
Silent night
Was supoosed to be
Holy
But the holey stockings
Was a worn out reminder,
The timer hit 12:00
on the 25th
But
A bowl of cheerios
No honey
No milk
Was bold
As the truth
It told
Like
The gifts
Never bought
Or the mall
Never shopped
In the cold
Black ice on the road at night
My car never fought so hard
To follow lights
Flurries proved
To be as blury
As the vision
From sippin
Too much wine
Red stains,
And lipstick
Secrets untold,
Focus on the road
Home is but a couple miles
But another cup
Would suffice
I'm willin to suffer the consequences
What will I sacrafice?
What's the price
For a few drinks
After supper?
Besides,
The bartender wouldnt of offered
Enough scotch
To make my mind alter
He's a friend to me,
What?
You mean to tell me,
That the end of me,
Is in a
Glass of hennessy
Ha!
Hail mary full of grace,
Full of faults
But full of faith
And as she prayed
The lord did praise
Amazed
Life proved to be a maze
But in the haze
A few rays
Would should shine her way
There were 2 sets
Of footprints
But a woman fell
There's been
1 set ever since
Carried
New Born
Born Again
And twice married
Widows tears
On a pillow
Bible never far
Closed eyes
Could still reach
Even in sleep
Wrinkles deep
A hot flash
of her age blinks
on the alarm
1:40
And one 40 year old woman
Who thinks
That if she keeps
His name in glory
Her story
Would end in peace.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
Gravity keeps me keen to the world.
I love the blades of green delight when they tickle at my toes.
I love the rays of yellow dwarf.
At my freckles, they jest.
It seems senseless how our Masters get away with ******
We sharpen their blade and willingly hand it to Master.
And he drives it back into our chest.
A willing sacrifice, I would admit.
But I fear the feeling of helplessness
curses my allegiance to the Gods.
So tonight I close my helpless eyes
and learn to fly for forever.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
My darling My darling
I have watched you sleep these three nights
And I have whispered into the deep
"There is not a more beautiful creature in this plane"
You are an angel
Your wings curled beneath your fragile form
The gentility of your breathing...
The rising and falling of your supple *******
I would not dare kiss you in this form my darling
I would not dare caress the curves of your earthly body
I have drunk the wine of infatuation
Until I could hear the great beast call your name
We shall be wed my darling
Our two hearts melted into a blinding holliness
Forever entwined
Blood to blood
Flesh to flesh
Fear not this blade my darling
Fear not its mortal sting
Fear not it's cold touch upon your silken skin
Let it find your young heart quickly
Feel it cleave the muscle in two
Fear not my darling
Fear not the sadness of our mortal plight
For in the darkness
A flash of silver will bring you salvation
A sacrafice
A moment of stinging beauty
For an eternal moment of ethereal bliss
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 5:20 PM UTC
Sweet crumbling words construct my madness.
Life renewed from within the embers in the ashes,
and on the boundaries of the remaining darkness
monsters plunged in to the depths.
Hope whispered murky clear, clustering the facts.
Reality blurred from steam of visions,
long dead stars clouded in the skies.
And as I burrowed in my crystal castle,
a breeze whispered of hidden passions;
it crawled, stealthily, to my covered ears
quietly, faintly, slitheringly.
A serpent in the kingdom of the chaste
A flame in the frailty of ice.
A truth that shattered all frontiers and my words
the sensibility of ours.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
pupils pin
eyes roll back
your body shakes
it needs the smack
your mind it leaves
it wonders off
your brain is numb
your senses lost
the dope is near
your viens they call
they try to hide
your skin
it crawls
sniff it
smoke it
slam it home
you and the dope
are now alone
a bit to much
and you dont come back
your heart might stop
cause it's attacked
kiss your kids
and say goodnight
this next trip
might just
end your life
senses soft
your no longer boss
the dope it has you
at any cost
lose your job
lose your family
lose your mind
a triple whammy
the devil
once he's on your back
he don't want off
you've made a pact
you live alone
in your vacant mind
thoughts of love
and life
gone by
locked away
but not to late
help your mind
revive it's fate
it takes work
and sacrafice
to **** the devil
and this life
divorce this beast
as fast as you can
get back to life
and being a man
look to tomorrow
and you will see
a brighter future
thats drug free
the run is over
time to get sober
regain the chance
to grow
much older
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
Baby something has to be done here,
or I might as well just burn.
'Cause everytime I think about you,
my stomach completely turns.
I'm falling into a twisted dream,
where your love is filled with pain.
Making tears roll down my cheeks,
as if it were pouring rain.
You take me in your arms,
and sqeeze me very tight.
You tell me you'll never leave me,
and that everything will be alright.
But we both know what happens next,
even though this came unplanned.
We can get through this together,
taking life in with an extra hand.
To show each other there's more to us,
that the little bit of lust.
That's getting us further into time,
slowly striping our unsolved trust.
But this is more than just a fatal mark,
that doesn't last through life.
We can make it through an eternity,
if we learn how to make a sacrafice.
Baby I'm hanging on to you with all,
and I'm never letting go.
You can break my heart a million times,
but our love will still fatally grow.
It's never gonna be enough,
to take me away from the truth.
'Cause everything I'm looking for,
is held deep inside of you.
I can see the pain in your eyes,
that pulls us apart more and more.
But we'll get through this horrid day,
by finding another open door.
I know thongs don't always turn out right,
but todays just another day.
So look back at what happend,
and remember you were the one to say.
"Baby I know things like this happen,
and all you want to do is die.
But when it comes to thinking like that,
just look up at the sky.
I'm the star that shines upon your heart,
making sure you're doing alright.
And I let the moonlight take its toll,
as I kiss your lips for a final goodnight."
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
She has long, chocolate colored hair.
She has eyes that twinkle in the sunlight.
She has a smile that can light up even the gloomiest of rooms.
She has a figure that any girl would dream of having.
She has a beautiful face; not a blemish on it.
She has a warm heart that could melt a blizzard.
She has a way with words that is moving.
She has a scent of genuine and purity.
She has a mind that envisions so much, she could make me look blind.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
There is only one box.
One space to fit in.
If you do not fit, you do not belong.
So I must fit. I must belong.
Where else would I go?
But it feels tight and ill-fitting.
Inhospitable.
No.
Why should I sacrafice my edges to fit into a space
I do not want to be in?
So I went.
To embrace my edges in a place where there is space.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
SUNDAY
written: July 13, 09 sunday (of course)
simplicity just isnt me
intricate intamacy
leaves me breatheless
helpless
don't leave me here naked
stripped of all i am
don't leave me here now to die in my shame
and give into my concioius screaming my name
this is where you take away the pain
you inflict on me
help me breathe
please
and i broke
though i swore i wouldn't
and i only blame myself
and they tell me i shouldn't
i should hate you
for only wanting this from me
but i couldn't stand too make you unhappy
your miserable
and i pity your insanity
and i'm terrible
for trying to make you happy
at least that's what they think
i'm torn
and i don't want to do this anymore
but i can't stand to let you go cuz it'd hurt you,hurt me more then you know
you help me breathe
the only thing keeping me sane while pushing me over the edge of insanity
the pain oh the pain
let me pull up my pants
i can't unless you tell me your satisfied with me
finally happy
ive given up fighting agaist your hands
someday they'll understand why i can't live without them
your invisible touch
suduction that inspires my ****** lust
for you
this is all i have to do
to prove to you i'm true
pocessed by you
obsessed with you
undress for you
because you asked me too
pocessed by you
obsessed with you
undress for you
because you need me too
it's the least i can do
for someone so upset
for someone who needs me
i can't hold regret
for you, i'll never forget
though remembering makes me sick
a lifetime of this uncurable illness
a sacrafice i took to try to save you from your disease
and i'd willing die naked to save you from your suffering
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Go ahead... No one will notice
They will judge me.....They won't have a clue
A clue...That it was you
Go ahead make him pay.....I can't do it not today
Chicken shit....I am afraid
Then take out yourself....Thats awful to say
You can make it all go away....It would still linger, in my heart it would stay
He deserves it for treating you this way.....He does, your right! Today is the day
Feel better now?....No I feel worse
Your such a sap....I'm human, it' a curse
Soon your have the power of fame.....No love for life though, just a name
You can't have it all ,sometimes you much sacrafice.....His life and my heart , just for a little part
Not your heart you still have that.....What was the cost then? Tell me that!
Something more precious than gold....Heaven help me! you mean my soul!
Didn't you read the small print?.....I can't believe this lement
I've enjoyed this time we've spent...Will I ever see you again
Of course you will we're bond by sin......In the end?
Yes,I will come for you......when?
When? Why when you decend....Until then?
Love that sin....I change my mind!
You can't rewind....I been forsaken?
No mistaken....I don't know what to say
There's nothing more to say it's just the price you must pay....
I wish you never came...
but, I like the game....
My soul's to high of a price...
I know but's it my vice
Please let me go....
I can't even if I wanted it to be so..
There's no hope for me?....
Just enjoy it ,and pretend that your free...
But, I know in the end,where I must go....
Yes , forever with me in the fire down below...
I'm afraid, will it hurt to burn?....
I 'll be with you when it's your turn....
Promise?...
I won't let you down...
Love is cruel isn't it??...
It is my sweet,but just a bit...
How long do I have??...
I can't tell you that...
Until then....
I'll be waiting friend
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 7:38 AM UTC
I am not mad!
This scientist intentions
Were only to be inventive
With science
And look what I've invented!
Made a dead man
Come alive
From live wires
Electrifying
Like lightning rods
From a God
I am the creator
Shall my creation
Worship me
Work for me
or Sacrafice
A Life?
An animals?
Or his own?
On his own
Like an animal
Will he
Look to me
For guidance
Like
From father to son
Or sun to man
Study
all of my
Writings
Read my work
Like a bible
And spread my scriptures
Which were
Ripped up
Pages out a journal
Out-dated
Which
I used in the beginning
Addressing
Old testaments
From old tests and
Old testing kits
When I made my first attempt
At revelation
He,
The prophet
Concluded my project
No matter
How loyal
My creation
The formula
To be able
To be royalty
Is made by faith
Will he reject my claims
And claim
I lack proof
I made you
In my image
So I guess
Like you do
And hypothesize life
Until I have
The power to create
One
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
"The wind is blowing the skirt of an Autumn tree; I flirt with destruction."
Wildfire is afoot,
my lungs fill with the soot
from all the burning bridges;
a slow suffocation, each breath
slipping into the decay.
Things I lost in the fire
permeate the stench of regret.
The unforgotten coats the skin of air
in blankets of smoke and mirrors.
Reflections. | .snoitcelfeR
I Breathe in
deep breaths of memories,
awake in me,
the only remenants
of our love.
It is hard to exhale.
A stubborn heart,
I never know when to let go.
Selfishly I hold on
even amidst the breaking;
the fire consuming everything.
I find myself content
with these 3rd degree burns.
The scars are reminders
that I did more than dream you
but you were really here.
The deliberate suicide
accelerated by my will
to hold onto something
that is already gone;
without you I die a little more inside.
Fade into the nothingness,
a canyon filled with the echo
of the wolf's cry; brokenness.
**** this burden of love,
a torch that burns me alive.
Deadly poison
coursing through my veins,
killing me softly.
I am the chainsmoker.
My lungs are charchoal,
a sacrafice on the alter.
I don't know how to quit you,
give back the feelings you gave me;
the all of you that I have breathed in.
Addiction is madness.
I can feel the unraveling of mind
turning me into a cigarette bud,
into a tray of ashes.
Lost in the fray.
There is a mirror
in the ceiling above me,
haunting reflection
of the things that use to be.
Of the things Ive lost
you are what I desire most
to find again.
I miss belonging
to your lips, your hands, your heart
but I mean nothing to you now.
I am a promise you once made
broken and unkept.
Abandoned.
A heart missing a piece.
A mind without peace.
Lonely like the stretch of sky
after the sun departs
before the moon arrives;
the bareroot of empitness.
I am the star
farthest from the moon,
devastated by an ending come too soon,
but soon to be reborn
the morning star;
one way or another
Ill find my way out of this dark,
the light always does....
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Are they yellow, green or grey?
because the color that they are doesn’t matter.
It’s the feeling they portray.
And those Summer stars are gone, but your smell is still on my pillow.
It’s Something Corporate. It’s The Shins. It’s spelling confusion with a K,
like Konstantine. You’re my Summer star.
I don’t need the real ones because I remember you who you are.
I'm okay.
Yellow, green or grey? You tell me. You know the color I hope for,
but with all the hell I put you through, I’d understand if they were light blue.
Just a reminder: We both know what it’s like to be alone.
And a bed of four leaf clovers sounds pretty nice
compared to any sacrafice I’d make for you.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
Bracelets decorate my arms,
Only because I'd rather you see them, than the scars,
The decorations that tell the story of my past,
Not just a decoration,
But a forever adornment,
They'll never leave me, never let me have any peace,
Why am I openly expressing these feeling now, you ask,
I'm searching for this unreachable thing called forgiveness,
Because the memories will never let me be,
The guilt, it still walks with me, trudging, ever so slowly,
I can't forgive myself for something like this, I hurt you,
Something I promised my self I'd never do,
And I promise myself now,
That never again, will I hurt you by hurting myself,
It's just not worth it you see,
Not worth loosing you,
You're the single best thing that has ever happened to me,
And I'm not throwing all of it away,
For even a little bit of a temporary sensation of mind numbing pain.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
The amorphous world hates each and every creative soul
Another, I can't name
Except the idols held in such high regard
Excluding the ones I disavow
Save a few, all ideas are below me now
The masses all bleed but not all bleed red
Some bleed black, and some bleed falsehoods.
Our perfect community has more common ground with the enemy than the elitist ground we've come to sacrafice our lives and time defending
If only for the present my perception is less muddled
Before I cloud my mind with hurdles
To Disincentivize
Future fleshing out
Stout lies, watching promises
Fall by the way side
I will rise
I repeat the faster I sink
This elevator ideology is showing no signs
As it drags me to hell
One intention at a time
Marching round in time
Circling, quickening my pace
Winning a race
Invented for me
By people like me
How about you try me
And then we'll see just how deep
Inside me
The mitre has me
The mindset grasps me
And chains around me
Feel soft as feathers
The wings I fly on are burdens beneath my feet
My brothers and sisters hold the keys to my shackles but have mistaken them for unspeakable horrors.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Care for me is sacrafice, but how is it sacrifice ?
it is sacrifice because it is something you offer to people,
some people give it to few, others give it to many.
But everytime that happens, you are sacraficing something regardless.
To care for someone is to deny yourself,
(pay very close attention to this)**
To care for someone is to not expect anything back from them.
To care for someone isn't something you do to get something from them, some people just can't see when someone is caring for them
some people are blinder than others.
This is why some have glasses and some don't.
Who every said the heart and the mind don't need glasses also ?
If you care for someone, and you try showing that person that you care for them. You are allowing them to take advantage of it,
you are allowing them to experience it. Allowing them to take more from you, as much as they need as much as they want.
And the reason you care, or the reason you should care is because you are patient enough to do it.
Why is there people with good hearts? And people whose hearts have become cold ?
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC