"satifaction" poems
I aspired so much to be like her
I, myself, aspired so much to be like a person who didnt even aspire to be herself.
my thoughts were consumed with attempting to be like the girl i saw in front of me
but what were my eyes missing
My eyes, my eyes missed years of self despise, eyes filled with tears unable to cry, for she was too hurt.
My eyes missed the pain that she felt, the drugs she dealt all to gain new perspective and put a little green in the pockets that were almost torn.
i didnt even know who i was yet, but the thought of being her engulfed my every action.
all of my actions attempts to gain satifaction that i was one step closer to being the girl i saw.
and then was the moment i saw through it all.
this humpty dumpty i put so high up on an imaginary pedistol had her final fall.
This girl, was perfect, but in her mind she felt she didnt derserve it,
felt so far away from perfection she didnt know how to show it.
So she hid behind her clothes and her makeup, making everyone fall in love with a version of herself that was a lie.
A lie that left her broken and so unsure of herself and of peoples real emotions, because her real self had left so many turning for the door she didnt know how to portray herself in such a way to make anyone she loved or cared for stay.
Her story is real, her fall was so great that the impact was too much for her fragile broken body to take.
so she didnt take it. she took the easy way out.
she killed herself on the same day she lost herself long ago.
the same day she found that being a revolving door to men and their baggage was the only thing that made her forget for a while.
I hope shes happy where she is and i hope she will smile to know that i aspired to be the real her, not the one she appeared to be.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
Many people remind us of the Lord.
They venture into places we dare not go.
It might be the ghetto or the wealthy side of town.
Where pretense is in the people you know?
They have the heart of the Good Samaritans.
Where assisting those in need?
Is there only agenda.
They mean no harm.
And many never seem alarm.
But more comfortable.
It's been stated many of us live in a comfort zone.
Surrounded by security from the real sociaty.
Where fear controls your every move?
These brave souls acts on reaction.
Always seeking a satifaction to the crisis.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
Emergency Technicians.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
Fire personnel.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
Law enforcement.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
Counselors, charity workers.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
All honorable soldiers.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
And brave parents.
They have the heart of a Good Samaritan.
Especially when we see them stand up to those trying to be mean.
When others would avoid getting involved.
We must remember there are those that honorable in the eyes of God.
When people with titles refuses to fight.
They need to remember they walking in darkness instead of the light.
Comfortable in doing wrong.
Instead of doing right.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
Another year closes
and the waves of pain invite themselves
for one last wash over me
a host of words and phrases un sugar coated
calling back the dire pain
duly survived and noted.
and as much as I walk that higher road
it never lets me forgive if I forget.
endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction.
And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend
it's not who I am
or who I want To be
or what I want to send
but it is on its way.
I can't stop it.
I don't really want to anymore.
I want to feel the rush of satifaction
with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces
a barrage of covert assaults on my good character
well congratulations you win.
Jokers and aces
I'm the bad *** on all of your cases
ran myself into the ground
and not an ounce of gratitude was found
now karma won't listen to me
my great pain howled
and the injustice has been heard
the trade has subconsciously been made.
God help you all there's no way back from this
it is what it is...
a brand new year,
and with it comes resolution and how
the restitution I used to abhor
sits so **** comfortable with me now.
There's More pain ahead,
I'm so conditioned I wear it like a crown on my head.
Well done I applaude you
you intolerable *****
let fate do its will
I ain't holding it back
let this tidal wave crush you
in your tracks
so you can feel my pain
and don't call for me
I wont remember your names
like the years torn from my soul,
my children, my love, my home;
I won't feel it all in vain.
im giving it all to you
the very deserving orchestrators
of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of ******* pain.
Yours sincerely,
Really ****** off.
.... Original write below:
Another year closes
and the waves of pain invite themselves
for one last wash over me
a host of words and phrases
calling back the dire pain
duly survived and noted.
and as much as I walk that higher road
it never lets me forgive if I forget.
endless vengeance haunts me for its exaction.
And pain is a nasty ***** to comprehend
it's not who I am
or who I want To be
but it is on its way.
I can't stop it.
I don't really want to anymore.
I want to feel the rush of satifaction
with the ramming of my metaphorical fist into your charmless faces
a barrage of covert assaults on my good character
well congratulations you win.
I'm the bad ***
ran myself into the ground
and not an ounce of gratitude was found
now karma won't listen to me
my great pain howled
and the injustice has been heard
the trade has been subconsciously made.
God help you all there's no way back from this
it is what it is...
a brand new year,
and with it comes resolution.
the restitution I used to abhor
sits so **** we'll with me now.
More pain ahead.
I'm conditioned to wear it on my head like a crown.
Well done I applaude you
you intolerable *****
let fate do its will
I ain't holding it back
let this tidal wave crush you
so you can feel my pain
and don't call for me
I wont remember your names
like the years torn from my soul,
my children, my home, my love;
I won't feel it all in vain.
im giving it all to you
the very deserving orchestrators
of my cruelly wrought tidal waves of pain.
Yours sincerely,
****** off.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
the comfort of a familiar body
is all I desire as I retire
so lonely
everywhere seems to me
blank walls covered with magazine pages
new sheets, beside new faces
no satifaction
longing for passion
times that are never lost
I blinked twice, this too shall pass
all your left with is matches
madness
an old cell phone
with old voicemails
and long heartfelt messages
that never got deleted
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
If I was an Octopus.
I have eight arms of charm.
To keep my lover happy and warm.
One arm alone.
If not two would contain plenty of love.
Then another might contain plenty of passion.
That on a daily basis.
She'll know she has felt plenty of satifaction to not complaint.
Then maybe, a few.
Would be used for weather protectors.
No need for her getting ill from the chills.
These eight arms will fix all the requirements she request.
I'm determine to use them all to do my best loving her.
I know, if pushed.
I'll use all eight to protect her.
That others would be afraid to offend her.
Sharks wouldn't come near her.
Whales would emerge to avoid her.
If we under the sea.
But since we on the land of earth.
I just be looking out for many ways to love her.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:38 AM UTC
I know what love is.
I know what love means.
I learn more about it from my significant.
What I thought I knew?
What I thought I learned?
Wasn't learned at all.
There was things to explored that taught me more.
Oh, I was limited in knowledge.
But thought I was smarter.
I was adventurous.
But still I was lost
Until , my significant came along.
And had me singing loud to a sweet sound.
Who would I give my life for?
Besides my significant.
Love controls our reaction.
And sometimes leads us into satifaction.
Except it's more adorable with my significant.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
You wrote about
Her
How you wanted her.
Why can't she be mine? you ask.
Well,
Truth be told.
If you were talking about me
I'd grab you by the waist
Stop you mid sentence
And kiss you.
First: I'd kiss your
Lips
(Not the ones down below, that's for later my dear)
Second: I'd let my hands gradually fall down to your hips
And BAM!
I'd squeeze.
Third: I'd kiss your
Neck
And nuzzle my face
Inbetween the crook.
Fourth: I'd whisper i love you over and over again
Until we reach the bedroom.
Fifth: That's when the real
Love making begins.
We'd be slow, passionate at
First.
Then we'd gradually start to try new,
******
Intense,
Things.
We'd
Touch,
Pound,
Stare,
Our mouths would
Moan,
Water,
Kiss,
Sigh,
In satifaction.
Oh the things we could do.
But, you don't want that.
It's understandable.
I'm fine with it, really.
I'll just have to get over it, you
And find someone to experience this
With.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
When there's a full moon.
People speaks about it.
When there's sunshine.
People talks about it.
The weather dictates your moods.
And we would be a fool to deny it too.
When the stars glow.
We know.
When it's a cloudy day.
It shows.
The weather makes you adjust to it.
And we be a fool to say it don't.
It's like winning money.
Even if sad.
You soon be glad you had.
Many things controls our action.
As good brings a great satifaction.
When it's raining out side.
We're down.
Until the weather changes comes around.
But sometimes.
It's better to stay in.
You and yours can find many things to get in.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
i am all but confused
My shadowy thooughts dance under the rain while a part of basks in sunlight.
I am all but empty
I claim satifaction with an all rounded sense of hungered.
i am all but vain
I bath in my glory yet to be proven to mankind
Where does my motivation and depression come from?
i fear that i canot tell.. a pity
In love i am tenderly caressed but with fleeting values
In bitterness, i am a wounded lioness seeking revenge,
hurt but with a focus.
I am tempted to ask myself,
where does thy motivation come from?
From the posionous romance of shakespeare?
From words abouts the sullen hull?
From temptations of the daffodils?
From the pain thst lurks therein?
From the sweetness of nature's gift?
Sadly, as i reminisce my past inspirations
I who was oce dull, tentatively recall the forms in which they came
From the bitterness and Sweetness of my heart.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
We have no kingdom or castle to portray.
Except you're my Queen in everyway.
I have no servants to serve us.
Except I your King forever and a day.
What tower we have?
Is the tower of love.
It's more royal than we thought possible.
Yes, it's a royal love
Crafted just for us.
We have no remote.
Or a draw bridge.
But does have a shield defending us.
A shield of defensive love.
It keeps us grounded against distraction.
We was meant to be one another satifaction.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
I do it because i have nothing else driving me. The pursuit of something unobtainable at least with this limited perceptual borders only traversersed with the ambitious grunt work of satifaction that leaves you panting like a dehydrated stray. The only thing i have that pushes me forward in a frenzy of info-lust lingering day to day. Save it up, spit it out. But why, ah **** why ive settled into who i am and thered no turning back. Ive seen ends as beginning and vice versa realities spinning from the center of humanity out, nautilus nature of all. Mathmatics and mind, and why...
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
It happens.
It often do.
And sometimes explanation aren't needed.
Because limitation usually leads to it.
If satifaction of love isn't met.
You most likely can find a volunteer.
It often do.
When pleasure seems to escape you.
Relationship relation of love needs doesn't end.
When in need that's when it begins.
Hotter than it first was.
It's not ***
It's pleasureable passionate love.
Find it.
Enjoy it.
Explore it a little more.
And you'll never go seeking another one.
Once love gets started.
Life is meant to learn from it.
It often do.
Not just me.
It even includes you.
It often do.
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC
How the song goes?
If I could build my world around you.
Yeah, how the song go?
If this world was mine?
How the song goes?
Determine the way my heart reacts.
Except, you already controls it.
The promises we men makes is sometimes out of this world.
We promise you more.
Then we will ever be able to deliver.
What you must do?
Is imagine it happening.
Cause , if you do.
Your heart will find satifaction.
We know we could never take you to the moon.
We will try to visualize it happening.
As we think of ways to impress your heart.
Just come along for the ride.
You might be amazed by the surprises we have in mind.
We compare women to the sun, the moon and the stars.
And with each comparison.
You'll find your love deepen within our heart.
So, how the song go?
I guess you got your hooks in me.
Yes, how the song goes?
I could never love another.
Yes, how the song go?
Lonliness made me realize, it's you that I need.
Now, tell me?
Am I not trying to make you totally happy?
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
They mention your name.
And get no reaction.
This is my moment of satifaction.
Here, with me, we was building our dreams.
Accomplishing so many things together.
Yes, we had it made.
Least, until you let another get in the way.
Which you later learn was a passing fling.
Here I sit.
With all my accomplishments.
Where you didn't play apart?
But, at one time.
You was my sweetheart.
Secondly , only in my life to God.
Yeah, they told me that you think of me.
And that you wish for one more chance.
Which probably won't ever happen.
As I sit here, with my moment of satifaction.
While our friends waits for a reaction.
After mentioning your name.
I could try it once more.
Except, you made that decision's to walk out the door.
And it's up to you to walk back again.
While I smile during my moment of satifaction.
Without calling you a fool
Which I would never do.
You seem to have learned from that golden vow.
What God has joined together?
Let no other tear it apart.
It's this message.
I keep within my heart.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
I reach for you in the middle of the night.
And you are there.
You're my comfort zone.
When I'm in need.
You have the feelings I neeed to satify me.
Oh, yeah.
I reach for you in the early morning of the dawn.
And you are there.
Welcoming me with tender loving care.
Oh, yeah.
You're have the ability to take care of me.
The sheets and the blankets can keep me warm.
It just doesn't have the satifaction of you at all.
You soothe me.
You enriches me.
And you bring me joy.
Yes, I admit you are my warmth.
And I'm glad you are there.
Oh, yeah.
I'm glad you are there.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC
Have the world ever been safe?
History says, it has not.
We have had the Civil War.
We have had World War One.
We have had World War Two.
We hace had racial strife.
So, ask yourself honestly.
Have the world truly been safe?
We live surrounded in a security zone.
Under this impression we're alone.
When trouble makers exist.
They live to create distraction.
Killing people for satifaction.
Many claiming it's in the name of this.
When in truth they only seeking attention.
To hear their name.
Or see their picture upon the news.
Accept that we are living around fools.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
It will roll in like thunder.
And be unexpected.
Will you know it.
When love comes.
It will totally shock you.
But leave a great impression upon you.
When love comes.
Will you know it.
The greatest surprises will be in your reaction.
But if you're patience.
You will leave will a great satifaction.
When love comes.
Still, will you know it.
When you feel it.
Because the odds are great.
You won't even see it.
When love comes.
Floating like an aroma in the wind.
Love will turn out to be your best friend.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
The Delfonics, For The Love That I Give To You.
Describe exactly, what a man in love would do?
Even their song, Somebody Loves You explains the message too.
A man is happy just seeing his love interest smile.
The simplest of things says more, then gold ever does.
And if it doesn't.
Then there's something wrong with this style of love.
Where materialistic things dictates the relationship?
Cause, happy is a man.
Who knows his woman is happy?
Yes, happy is a man.
Who see his woman smiling?
We build this world around one another,
to come to an agreement of satifaction.
That let everyone feel the love that is given.
Cause, happy is a man.
Who feels love?
Yes, who feels love.
With the lady that he loves
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
I'm convinced.
I walk with God in everything I do.
If I never ever see Him.
I can least confess I walk with him.
My beliefs are firmly placed in him.
This I'm convince of.
Truly, convince of.
My prayers are spoken to him.
During my driving.
My walking.
My dining.
My whole journey.
It's to the point that I believe God won't let harm come to me.
He knows, when good happens.
He knows, when bad happens.
He's my world of satifaction.
He's a God of desires.
He's a God of action.
But, he'll forever be our shield of protection.
And in my life.
He totally very special.
I could say, If he didn't know.
I would tell him.
Except, he's aware of everything.
Especially, my walk.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:05 AM UTC
Rember the sounds,the sights,our laughter
The joy that rushed us and filled our evey being
the pulsating beat of an excelerating moment
the thumbing of our hearts to the waves of the music
our touchs and our glances and our disires
the satifaction of a gentle brush of skin and plastic
melting in you,energizing you,flowing through your body
the washed-out,blurred faces emulating heat
the soothing flashes of colorful light swirling in mid air, fading and reviving
with a gaint dark mass underneath and in it,
moving and sawying in sync, as if it's one intity,yet it's many individuals,faceless and pure
the smell of over heated,moist bodies glowing in the light
so sweet and alluring and sureal,overdriving our senses
mixing them together into euphoria,into exstacy,flowing into our veins,tingling
then it's gone, all in one moment,
your alone,your scared,your not one intity but one person
reasoning flys back to you,reality lingering in
memories and regrets and lies and happiness sink slowly into your brain filling you with emotions
you recall your last moments of exstacy
then walk away
leaving everything in a shattered mess,not bothering to fix or face it
taking one moment,one piece, from thousands and your gone...it's gone
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC