"saftey" poems
I want to live in a world
where I can be proud
of my body
And not fear that I’m a 12, not a 2
and accept myself.
I want to live in a world
where men are valued
on television
And women are not always supreme
in their tiny dresses.
I want to live in a world
where I do not have to fear
for my saftey
And not have to tell a friend I’m going
for a walk.
I want to live in a world
where I can walk home alone
at night
And not have every creak, every thud
set me on edge.
I want to live in a world
where gender equality
is real
And is not split through medial portrayal
and unsafe reality.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
hotels are casually destroying the enviornment
i love the feeling i get when
you accept that i'm
getting closer to you
I have so much to do but
let's get taco bell and
play minecraft all day
we can build a quiet town
while the world around ours
falls apart
snuggle baby, comfy love
baby talk, my sweet bliss
rotting me from the inside out, emotional decay
just one more
******* day i cannot handle
looking at your face
and i'm gone forever
I spend most nights suffering
but failing miserably
at relationships
babe if you only ******* knew
you were the closest thing to a soulmate
but the furthest away from true love
i still bang my head against the wall
I cover my ears and scream
when I can't handle the sound of this world's destruction
it's all louder and more apparent
without the saftey you granted me
you're probably happy as i'm being
tortured and devoured my soul
**** out and thrown away into a pit of
******* useless torment corprate casual slave hell but
we all die alone and that's what matters most so who rly cares
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
So there is this pyramid.
We learned about it last week
This guy, his name was Maslow...is Maslow
maybe he is still alive. I'm not sure.
I don't even know his full name....I''ll probably do really well in this class, by the way.
So, Maslow, he came up with this pyramid.
A pyramid of physiological need. Ineresting right?
I think it is pretty interesting.
The bottom of the pyramid, the biggest part, contains the things you need the most.
Air, water, food, sleep...you get the idea.
The next part says saftey and security.
In order to live a fufilling life you need...
air, water, food, sleep, saftey and security.
Pretty simple
Then, this guy Maslow, he throws this ******** into the mix...
on the next level of the pyramid he puts love and belonging.
Love and belonging?
A necessity?
I have only lived about 19 years of my life
and I think it is safe to say that I have never loved.
Not really loved anyone.
I love my mom, I love my dog.
I hope that is the kind of love that Maslow is talking about or else
....I am not fufilling my physiological needs.
So I'm a little ****** up, yeah I could belive that.
To top this **** off.
Maslow throws Esteem and Self-esteem on the tip top of this pyramid.
Well now Maslow...hes really making my day
I got none of that either.
So here I am taking some notes in class and
Maslow makes me realized that I'm a pretty incomplete person.
Right here, in the middle of my Psychology lecture
surounded by at least 300 other incomplete people.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
Here I was, wonder how to get to work?
When a blessing came my way.
From out of nowhere I was blessed.
I learn, we should always be a blessing to another.
There I was at a service station.
Then someone asked for assistance.
Without thinking.
Which I should have.
I became a blessing to another.
God lead us.
God guide us with saftey and confidence.
To be a blessing to another.
Some of us have gave our last dime.
When we was hurting.
We could have stayed selfish.
Or offer our own reason's to why not?
But for some reason we reached out.
To be a blessing to another.
Childrens do it.
Adults do it.
Unselfish churches does it.
We all is a blessing to another.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Laying on my back I watch the ceiling,
the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars begin to fall one after another-
as I regard my world crumbling from the bottom up
and the sky feigns my view to take me back
to picturesque memories of childhood in the summertime.
A ball flying towards the power lines in
the action of a cul de sac neighborhood game
And countless bending limbs towards a mailbox driveway
To saftey.
The verdant grass on the ground encompasses a happy body;
A ball of innocent energy laughing in the perfection of a moment
That wasn't captured on camera.
Road trips to New York in the camper
Playing music that I didn't know I would be holding close to my heart,
Living in time that went by much slower than it does now-
Forever joking to daddy are we there yet?
The sand dune hills never seemed so big
As they did when I built sand castles in the gritty beige of my grandma's land.
The bristling field never felt as fresh
As the first times I ran out in them,
Laughing in the perfection of another moment
That was not captured on camera.
Back home, when grandma and grandpa still lived with us,
I run around in tiny clothes in my tiny body
Planting flowers in pots with my grandma in the warm summer air
And hitching lawn mower rides as my grandpa mows the lawn.
Held in his firm arms I am laughing in the perfection of a moment
That was not captured on camera.
I can feel the golden light of happiness still inside me-
Bubbling and giggling as innocence hides somewhere inside my maturity.
I watch the ceiling above me fall back into place
Gaze at the stars flowing back into their given position
As if they'd never moved at all,
I lay here as my mind reaches back to when it wasn't hard to be infinitely happy,
To moments of innocence that bring me back
To safety
While I laugh in the imperfection of a moment
That is me now.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
(The warmth of your chest could've melted the ice in my heart)
I always thought
No matter what
I could seek saftey in your arms
But ****
Your arms were not made to be wrapped around me
And the warmth of your chest and the sound of your heartbeat
Were not mine to keep
(Your heartbeat could've started mine)
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
My journey began in a meadow
Where I heard the angels sing
My journey began towards a fellow
My journey began towards a ring
I walked past green bodies of water
Whose hue turned successively black
The sky seemed to grow ever small
I knew there was no turning back
It felt like a valley of shadow
And I knew that I feared evil there
I knew that the scriptures were hollow
I knew that it was everywhere
The first mountain appeared in the distance
Its rocky face wrinkled and drawn
Water poured from its edges
I walked until I felt the dawn
The path laid before me was skinny
Full of marks of missing hikers old trails
I tried not to let it scare me
That there were not returning signs of hikers anywhere
I began the climb every slowly
Careful to place my feet firm
I intended to climb to the top
I wish I knew how much it would burn
The landscape was broken and oily
The slick rocks offered no feeble saftey
I admired the sky and trees
Now all I had to do was keep waiting
The pack on my shoulders grew heavy
And it slipped slowly down my weak arms
But I lifted it up with a grunt
And I continued, in fear I'd be harmed
The silence itself seemed too quiet
It disliked be broken at all
I kept to myself and my walking
Where I found one, I hugged the wall
After days maybe years of this climbing
I could see the sharp top of the hill
Increasing my speed, ever eager
I exerted all of my will
With one last burst of strength I was standing
Looking out over valley and dale
My heart leapt inside me with yearning
While I let my hair blow in a gale
The sky seemed to echo the heavens
The stars in the sky called my name
I had reached the absolute top
I thought I'd never have to climb again
But I was wrong
I suffered in the end
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three Mississippi
I first saw you in the desert
Beneath a crescent moon
Where the scorpion and asp
Fight over dust
Stone pillars
In the belly of a dune
Your face half covered
As you ride a white horse
Don't come back
See no evil
It must have been
A dream
Or at least
I awoke to the sound of rain
As it fell in the jungle around me
In the mist of morning
The vines cling and wrap
And monkeys barked like dogs
The snake coiled on the branch
On a log you sit cross-legged
Smiling
Or maybe
You were imagined
When I was stranded at sea
Having fever dreams on the back
Of an orange saftey raft
Until the sun burned the skin
As the fever climbed
Blue cool water beneath me
I fall in
Letting the cold wake me
For a moment
From the terrors
The clear blue water
Sun shining through
I saw you below the waves
Smiling
Turning to kick down into the deep black
I followed you
Watching your white calves kick
Up and down
Following you deeper
Long after my lungs gave way
I descended
Until sunlight couldn't reach me
And your warm fingers
Touched my face
In the frigid deep
And then
You
Became everything
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 2:12 AM UTC
DDK; ***** Dank Kush
I light it up like arson to a bush
I paint the town red just like my eyes
If my mom knew it would be a surprise
I fall down, I don't know why
I see my life before my eyes
I realize that this kush laced with coke
I pray for saftey I pray for hope
Then I realize cokes ******* awesome
I punch a kid, I punch a possum
I go home and **** my *****
Not realizing that it was actually my landlord, what a ****
I think that coke and me will be alright
I ride into the sunset all night.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
November 6
this day
Brought me a feeling inside
Of deep depression seeping in
How I witnessed too much
How she cried over the ring
Of her parents broken marriage
Tears forming in her eyes
tilting her head up so they wouldnt fall
To reveal the pain she felt
But it radiated towards me
And how saftey pins and beads
Ment so much to her
An unknown meaning
But I felt her emotions gravitating
Towards me
How the boy
With rebellion tattooed in his mind
Had a quiet face
That showed how angry he was inside
But his smile was something
Rare and special that I had barley seen
how the girls
Could claim
To be my friends
But swiftly leave
And isolate me
Without a care
loneliness was something
That occured each day
more often
The the day before
How I have to see
you
The being I once deeply cared about
That I gave my all for
With someone else
How that boy
Stared at that girl
In a way I envied
No, not with lust
But with a love
Searching for every
Perfect thing in her
Observing
All day
is a habit
Which I hate
I discover
Things That
I should
Not know
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
Staring at the man
who wishes
for me to
sit down
I will crush it
that spherical demon
high strung with
cotton twine and pleather
Throw at me, bro!
Gaussian function
calculated velocity
ready to strike
Don't cross my domain
this is my house!
my sneer gets sneerier
my grip intensifies
KAPOWzawazzzzA!
the earth quakes
my energy released
Sixty feet to victory!
I move like the wind
of hurricane force
I feel a POP!
Thirty feet to saftey
I limp
back home
I'm too old for
this $hit!
Heat and ice
twice thrice
doctor's reason
out for the season
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
My Hands Covered With Dust,
From Molding My Cracked Clay Heart Back Together,
My Chilled Test Tube Full,
From Concocting A Hearty Brew Of Strength,
The Clothes I Wear, Are A Mask And Saftey Pins,
To Hold Myself Together,
When All I Want To Do Is Break,
I Do Not Need An Opinion On My Woes,
Because All Which Fills My Head Is Critisim,
I Do Not Need Words To Heal My Wounds--No!
Enough Words! Words Can Be Beautiful,
But Too Many People Have Been Using This Magic Only To Hurt,
I'm Tired Of Trying To Please Others,
Trying To Appease Anyone In This Hell,
I Have Had Enough Of Telling Myself
Don't Cry, Not Here,
I've Been Doing So Good,
Yet I'm Treated Like I Haven't Been,
Constantly Being Whipped By Venom Covered Spines,
Taking Their Toll--Swimming Through Corrupted Veins,
My Liver Failing From The Poison,
And As I Die In The Weaning Sunlight,
I Am Bitter And I Don't Care
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
It was a good night
With cold wind
Until I wrapped my car around a telephone pole
I was in and out at first
upside down
Saftey glass
Refelected on the moonlit road
As I wait in silence
Each breath is ragged beneath my shattered ribs
The rub of the seatbelt on my my clavicle
Snapped like a broken branch
I fight to keep my eyes open
I wake up to a man kneeling in the puddle of diamond windshield pieces
Yelling into a cell phone, and then talking to me calmly
I don't remeber my name
No I don't know what day it is
I'm gonna die
I wake up in the ambulance
The feeling of my lungs pumping themselves
The feeling of blood pooling beneath my hands
The sound of paramedics yelling at each other
Then talking quietly to me
No I don't know where I am
No I don't know how many fingers you are holding up
A neck brace keeps me from looking around
But I can see so clear in my mind
That day at the beach
When we skipped school
The night I snuck to your house
When your mom was out
The time I got bit by a dog
A hot afternoon in April
I remeber pine needles falling from the trees
As you kneel in the clearing
Talking about heaven
The emergency room doors slid open
On their own
Nurses yell back and forth
And speak quietly to me
As they cut away the clothes from my blackened skin
As the needle finds my vein
And I notice the old flamiliar sting
Among so much anguish
I dont smell the sterile smell of the hospital
Or the smell of my own scorched skin
I smell the sea
The sand on your skin
The taste of salt
The after swim kiss
I can't hear the beep of my blood pressure as it begins to rise
Or the yell of the nurse for a crash cart
I heard you sing
As we drove down the road
The moon was orange
And the sky was red
I could have turned down the radio
Just to listen
They yelled around me
It all fell on deaf ears
The last thing I ever told you was
"I never loved you and I never will
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 1:49 PM UTC
Be my life boat
Be my cussion.
Tell me I'm safe.
Whisper with your sweet molasses and soothe me.
Tell me you love me and you allways will.
Tell me I'm special.
Tell me I'm beautiful.
Say that you care.
Hold me close in your armour clad arms and rock me.
Say that you are lost without me .
Say that you need me.
Say that you will always be there.
Be my saftey.
Be my comfort.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
I whisper to you softly in the frozen night
My breath reflects off the empty pipe
You look deeply into my open eyes
And the steal the words I try and find
You put your mouth on mine and breathe in life
Reminding me of the thoughts that got lost inside
*I gasp for breath *
You smile as if you'd never seen death
And suddenly I speak,
The words come out unbareingly softly..
Time slows down and the silence rings
My heart is waiting it wants to scream
And your answer is silenced by the Phone that sings
Back to bed my love, I'll see you in my dreams
Because in my dreams is where we live
Where we dance and have everything to give
Where worries and struggles don't exist
And every problem is solved with a kiss
No one is hungry and no one is missed
Just me you and everyone in bliss
My dream is full of the gardens you see
Vibrant colors and redwood trees
Garden nombs and endless ****
Open your mind so we can all be freed
Never Again will I watch your eyes bleed
For my saftey net surrounds you for eternity
But caution my love, don't you forget
It is here where the devil once slept
Where the seas were angry and the serpents crept
Where the montsers appeared from under my bed
Where the man jumped off the 20ft ledge
The same place I hide all my worries and dread
But If this place is safe and you feel okay,
then take my hand and we can run away
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 12:45 PM UTC
You provide security,
Like a baby blanket to a child,
The stuffie I can't let go of.
You keep me safe of a night,
Allowing me to sleep sound in your arms.
Knowing I am safe from the harm of the world
The harm of my own mind.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
I want to thank you.
I want to thank the men
At the bus stop
With smiles and ties
Reminding me that I wasn't a deer
in the headlights of destruction
To my legs
And October 21st
When they carried me home
Strong willed and striking the ground with unwavering steps
For that day I took the bus
By myself
And still felt a small sheet
Of saftey
To Cherry Street and
Pearl Street
For easing my mind when I thought
I was completely lost
For the kids with backpacks
And pink hair
Because their home is mine too.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
My drought had been long
My thrist severe inside
The desert cold of my loneliness.
Such a pining I felt
And could not describe but
My need was easily understood.
I had a craving for contact
Of warm skin, conditioned hair,
Under the saftey of a comforter.
The Night's cold that chills
May speak of my need, but the
Wounds of my soul held the truth.
I could feel myself withering
In the cold desert of my feelings-
Such a death I wish on no one.
My rewaking arose with the cold
Sting of a blade, feeling warm
against my icy veins.
The blade made a flow of
words into my mind and
bid me to write them here.
Of such reminders I have few,
But I remember this feeling,
Which I asked to wait outside the door.
Upon Her entry I remembered why
I had avoided Her for so long,
Her cold gaze penetrating my heart.
It was not in my strength to
Fain a second defense against
The onslaught of her will.
She held me in her frigid embrace
And I thanked her for it,
For within it was a hint of what I longed.
I knew the blade was Hers,
And bid her again my gratitude,
For I knew this death would let me live.
It is almost morbidly humorous
That Loneliness can take care of
Those enslaved to her so well.
Clasping the wound from the blade
I walked out the Door, wishing to
Turn back and show my rejoice of my freedom.
There was little time however,
And I wished to say goodbye to a
Chosen few, and the journey was harsh.
The wind outside howled and snow
Bit at my face, much like those
I felt necessary to bid my adieu.
While I can scarcely recall
My meetings with both, I know
The burden was lessened by the visit.
The touch of a warm hand lingered
On my cheek, and the taste of a kiss
On my tongue were the only memories I left with.
At the Gateway to the
Relm of the Warm I looked back
quietly on the Land of the Lonely.
I know many despise that Queendom,
But I cultivated a fondness for it
Few can grow, and fewer can explain.
At 2AM I took a longing breath
Of the coldness that surrounded me
And with it I walked out the archway.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
I was never good at being consistent.
In fact, the mere thought of planning a day ahead screams through my mind ripping it at the seams with a searing pain only paralleled by that of the mundane.
My mind is always distant. Off in the clouds whisked away by any light breeze lucky enough to seize it's sails in a full blown misdirection.
It's a common misconception. Some say its supposed to be this way.
People. Most people, go about their ornate days unable and unwilling to be swept up in the filigree.
The fragile, intricate, beautiful moments of each day.
I detest the societal saftey blanket we pull over our eyes.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
With each step, as you near,
You may find an unbreachable outskirt.
It floats and carries on for miles upon miles.
Were a man immortal
He would find no end still.
It rises to the clouds,
It extends into the earth.
It may be found to hold a key,
One of which is not known to me.
A concealed weapon against this passive aggressive beast.
As haunting to both sides,
It ruins left and right.
Leaving mess in wake,
It will continue and savage on
Just walk away
Just leave it be,
Many have not,
And seemingly will not,
Find the door;
They won't walk through.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
I promised I'd never forget you
It'd be impossible if I tried.
You were my third love.
You will always be the tall thin boy
with silky curls the color of sunset,
eyes of liquid atmosphere,
and crushed coral lips
you'd only kiss me with
when we were shrouded
in the saftey of my blankets.
In the night you taught me to love.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Theres always a excuse not to fail.
Lack of spine is what it all comes down.to.
Many build a callus on there *** waiting for something to land in there lap.
Is it fear or comfort that makes one lazy?
I never knew anything easy two broken feet a few broken ribs a busted knuckle or two the scars of effort i wore them with pride.
People are a nice thought far to often gone astray.
There words lend fools comfort.
And keep the bitter moving without regret.
I was alone with my thoughts and what a place i truly embraced being.
Crazy is just a word to keep others away.
Maybe its why i wore it like a badge.
For its the mad ones that intrest me the most.
There is always a reason not to try.
And never a excuse that doesnt reek of ******** and a normal existance.
Saftey is for signs on the walls and guns in bored fools hands.
Avoid that word at all time's and you will be fine.
As you bask in the solace of your own truths and simple plessures.
Theres never a excuse.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC