"sappiness" poems
One day I met a titular telepath
That made me do social math
After I took a brief bubble bath
Underneath his heavy hovercraft
That submerged my brain
Allowing no sign of refrain
Only the pain
Of the stain
Of his Rorschach test
Filling inside my crest
You cast a spell of thought on me
When you walk by so haughtily
I can't think
Only drink
Your Kool-Aid
Of a fool's blade
It should be considered a crime
The way you control my mind
I feel so pointlessly paranoid
And it's not the ****
You travel to an abysmal void
I just follow your lead
I live in a world of mass media
But you cut off my streaming
So I guess I won't be seeing them
And I can focus on dreaming
Of an amazing life starring you
And introducing happiness
I don't care how it's reviewed
The critics negate sappiness
I'm so afraid you will get rid of me
While I sit under your guillotine
That can't reach me in your grasp
But if I ever leave it'll be in half
I'm trapped in a precarious position
That I fear will carry us to collision
I put my ear to the ground and listen
For an approaching stampede
That will steal my cognition
Will those wildebeest thieves
Make a deadly incision?
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
My dear little darling.
You have become my beautiful starling!
They always say love is blind.
But i always have you in my mind.
Words are beautiful.
But they would never compare to you.
Don't look at me like a fool,
But you will always be my joule!
I love you and you should know this.
I look at you always feeling lovely bliss.
You are the moon to my night sky.
I count stars but never forget your cry.
You and me wont be the couple that lasts forever...
We will be that couple that last a forever in eternity!
You, Only you could ever steal my heart.
You my darling rose are the one who will be my start!
Start you make question, Start of Happiness!
I love you my darling!
Be mine sixever, you disintegrate my sappiness.
You are my starling!
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
this poem
is written in
the contour
of my
body
to represent what
shoulders against me and how
they pit inside me. I can't quite nearly
explain how impeccable this here poem
needs to be for this plan to work out
perfectly, but i hope you can stomach
the sappiness of this cliché plummet
from my head to the toe, to my, (well,
you know). So obviously by now
we've gotten down to the belt
of my body-shaped feelings
i was telling you about
these things are my
legs, on top of which
i stand, and by now
we're near the bottom
according to plan
the things which
support me like
a right hand
man. It's the
little things
that count
like lying
down in
the sand.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
People say things that they don't really mean...
when they're upset, and they're angry, they say such horrible things.
Wished their hands wrapped around your neck...and squeezed all the air out.
Dreamed they stabbed you in the back...and pushed you into the water, and watched you drown.
All those horrible things managed to scar me...
All their compliments and sweet nothings just disappeared completely...
swallowed by their negativity.
Because you could never wound someone with sugar-coated sappiness...
and you can never scar someone with happiness.
Bliss is such a flighty feeling, something you could catch and hold for just a minute or so.
but you have to let it go, or it's delicate powdery wings just disintegrate on your skin, now let it go...
It dies either way, right before your eyes...
One of the prettiest lies.
Now cruelty is another thing...
It crawls all over your skin, leaving slimy trails, and they cut in somehow and cause bleeding.
Now that scars you deeply...
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
You entered my life
When I was centered in strife
So you mentored me right
And invented the light
You were okay with my flaws
You were okay with my sappiness
You introduced me to God
You introduced me to happiness
You’re the shepherd
I’m the *****
Who’s ways were tempered
In the holy sector
You gave me a prize
By making things clearer
So I can look in my eyes
When I look in the mirror
You have given a gift
Of a life lift
Paradigm shift
Removing spit
Where I sit
Your inner peace
And inner beauty
Are within reach
And flow through me
So this foal hobbles
Behind its role model
Drinking the whole bottle
To match your bold throttle
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
Everyone has emotions,
Don't deprive them of their devotions.
I believed that happiness
Was in toe with sappiness.
But now I see emotions lend passion,
Even though apathy is trend fashion ,
People just don't care,
Missing the mistress mare.
For she kept depression in check,
She softened oppressions harsh peck.
Now emotions overlook towers,
Blurred motions mistook my powers.
Intent on a new intention,
Pulled even In a state of suspension,
Wild, lost child, nothing about his life was mild.
But I do not dwell,
On times where I fell,
Not reliving a personal hell,
But my advice I do tell.
Negativity can embrace,
Bring pain upon your face,
But you have to rise,
Fly high above petty lies.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
i have all the time in the world
and i'll have all the world in time
all the world as in
you
because my world is in your heart
and your heart, will in time, be mine
the desire is real and desire leads to action
ah, but not to desire your skin on mine
though that addresses me with a smile anytime she pierces my consciousness
and now, instead of personal revelation in the form of
perfect poetical pontification
comes the inevitable disdain
i can't help but be disgusted at my own sappiness
i can't help but read these words and think
"holy ****
you're such a ****
what the hell are you writing.
do you even understand it?
you have no idea what you're writing."
and I lose my inspiration
and I'm left here.
every.
time.
so ***** it
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
I’ve been told that sadness brings truth
A better understanding of what there is to feel
In order to strip away the comfort our padding brings
That so shields us from what there is
Gives us the idea that all is soft
We must take the pain of peeling away our person
Pulling at our second skin and lamenting as it goes
I’m told that melancholy helps us to know mirth
Helps us to appreciate a smile
Or other such defiance to the darkness
But I can’t be sure
How could we be justified?
How could happiness be our goal
If we go through something so terrible,
So disempowering
A **** of the senses
A death of the self
To reach it?
Were we always to be happy?
Is the answer an extreme?
Why must we peak?
Why may we not plateau,
Reaching a bold, floating indifference to the truth
And the real world?
I would be happy to ride a level river
Never knowing waterfalls
Or water flowing uphill
That is supposedly happiness
The truth can hang
The world can stay away
I don’t want to know you
Not through that anyway.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
You are so tempting,
To thirst for, touch, and taste.
There's been something I've been attempting to reach. For us both.
I'm wishing for growth,
In great, glowing, grace.
Diving deeper into our own uncharted waters. Searching for happiness.
Oh such Sappiness, I know.
But kisses, kindness, and my kindred spirit,
Are what truly makes me glow. Caring for my love in turn for their care.
A thing so deep and fair,
My feelings, fondness, and facets.
They're payment enough and what I offer. With support and tenderness in tow.
My arms are open for you,
Ready to give youthful, yearning, yumminess.
I just hope you want it, and take it. Noting it's heft, with what meaning it has.
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 3:03 PM UTC
What a thief,
From the outside,
Has stolen and crumbled,
Causing the genocide,
Of my heart,
And self-appreciation,
What sat in in my,
Emotional station,
What has been stolen,
Deep down inside me,
Has no warranty,
Can no longer abide by me,
It is my true happiness,
Wrecked by insults and sappiness,
All it releases is selflessness,
No this isn't a phase,
It isn't a stage,
Those really aren't things,
Just like bragging and bling,
They drive me down,
I am too tired to get back up,
Where am I now?
Destroyed...I have no more love.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
“What’s a kiss?”
My little sister asks.
A kiss?
“It’s bliss
It’s a pleasure
So much it can not be measured
It’s a word easy to find a rhyme with
And can last a lifetime
In truth, a kiss is happiness
And is the creator of all sappiness.”
I want to say such
But I can not tell her this!
She would explode like a bomb.
So I say,
“Why don’t you go ask your mom.”
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
I tell myself to rebuild these broken wings I find myself soaring upon, but I realize the necessary tools are missing. I try to get a handle on my current situation but I realize there's no handle on my bedroom door anymore and I am trapped again. I have made a mess of the remains out of broken dry wall and picture frames. I rebuild, rebuild, rebuild but it's never like it was before. The paint is two-toned and some things can't be covered with a painting of your face next to mine. Some things can't even be patched up. Such as the way your eyes seem to guide me into a world that seems too daunting to stay inside. I let the breeze carry me away and hope the broken wings can still soar despite the damage that has been done. I have made a bed out of all my regrets and have no issues laying in it anymore and nowadays I tend to sleep better than I live. I have seen the misery in your eyes when the thought of me waking up without you on my mind crossed yours, and I've never felt so low. Plausibility isn't always the best reality and I know with you we have our differences, but that doesn't make a difference to me. Maybe the days I deem dull are just a distant memory and every time I wake up without you is a day I want to get through just to see you. Sappiness is not in my agenda, but intentions lead to attention on some occasions and I would like to spend every occasion with you.. Loving you has been the best thing I have ever done for myself. The first decision I made without anyone but myself in mind was when I said you could call me yours. Please believe me when I say, I will always be yours even if the day comes that we expire, I will age like fine wine, with you always still on my mind.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Sometimes are times like these, when things just feel alright,
Other times I feel breeze, kick up the dust I bite,
Although now seems just fine, I know what comes later,
Sadness will come due time, each time it gets greater,
Then I hope happiness, will come A-S-A-P,
Then all the sappiness, is taken out of me,
A constant back and forth, that's turmoil inside me,
From east, west, south, to north, I circulate my plea,
That is to love and care, for all friends and family,
Also to help and share, the pain and agony.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
When night falls the thoughts become darker
When night falls my soul slips even farther
Though I no longer feel happiness
I reminisce about our sappiness
It's time to move on
No not what you think
Only to my next life
Where I'll forever he freed
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC