"seak" poems
The little old house on the hill
with cracking floors
and withered flowers
Grey skies hang
like chandeliers
from century old ****** mansions
Romance and rot
in the panels of wood
secrets and stories
hidden in bed springs
that still ring the sound of our laughter
Yellowed curtains
once white with glow
fly outside the window
some people fear places like these
but I seak comfort
In dancing with the ghosts
who once left their print
In the little old house on the hill.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
For the people who judged you
And Ex's that didn't last no longer
The pain they all brought has only made you stronger
For the ups and downs thats crossed your path
We wouldnt know mother nature if we haven't felt her wrath
What makes you weak can you stronger
What makes you stronger makes you better
When a loved one passes away
Only the strongest seak out through the day
When you stay yourself through all the mess we see in life
It shows you are stronger and survive the fight
We as people know that bad is taken over good
But once we as people come together as one
Then watch all the good things our world will have done
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
A new year has started now,
And for my new year's resolution,
I'll be nicer to myself.
Most likely i'll fail though,
But well,
Then i'll have another year,
There will be more time.
Time to laugh
Time to write
Time to fail
Time to put on really bad make-up
Time to be with friends and family
Time to watch a movie at 2AM wrapped up in a blanket
Time to eat your grandma's apple pie
Time to sit in a park
Time to play hide and seak
Time to break a chair
Time to hike
Time to love
Time to buy a stupid gift for your very best friend
Time to hug someone
Time to try and make a life-changing decision
Time to listen to music
Time to sit down and stand up
Time to do nothing
Time to stress
Time to hide your feelings and emotions
Time to cry
Time to break
Time to feel nothing
Time to cut yourself
Time to take pills
Time to drink alcohol to drown your problems and
Time to wish you were dead
Happy
New
Year
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
*of what heart is to begin with, intact, there is no love in such a heart to govern the cruelty of flux, for love only aspires in fragmentation pf that ***** readied for nothing metaphysical, yet only the physicality of the muscular... love enters when the heart is garment in fractions and nowhere and by no-how does it exist... if love is not a search, then love is no love at all... for love akin to god, there is no clear direction, no definite coordinate, no (a) to (b) basis, or subsequent exfoliation into some sort of basics... away from my country of birth, i only found love within the existence of scotland... and by that quest for "demise" i forfeit an ask for glasgow to forgive me, my idle friendships with stereotypes of alarm... rest abididing by edinbrugh... as i might say: for every glasgow there's a birmingham, as there's a london for every edinburgh... in no other town have i felt the over-powering grasp of stereotype; forgive me.*
don't climb a mountain,
if you can't speak
to the mountain: prior
to an attempted climb
of it,
never seak what you cannot
contain with your own
worth of grip with the hands...
never ask the mountain
to become a hill you
can exectute a promenade
over... and serve such
effort the lingo of: complete.
never ask the mountain for
a name,
instead ask it to name
an ocean...
never ask
the ocean for a mountain's name,
instead a name
of a valley,
a glen coe and its massacre,
or the grand canyon...
and all the many
crevices upon the human
body with its skeletal
blanks and
empty spaces of fleshy folds...
never ask the mountain
its name...
reach the peak,
and then ask yourself
the name you were bestooed with!
ask yourself the name
you ingested as a child...
when climbing a mountain,
never ask for the mountain's name...
once you reached the tip
ask yourself, what your name
is or rather, ought to be...
and what would the mountain
name you, as a mother or a father
already have...
never mind to name
a mountain, as if it might be exclaiming
a righteous conquest...
name yourself prior
as a baptism,
and then name yourself post-
as a "catholicism"
of the rite of confirmation...
whatever name you think of
climbing down,
is the name of the mountain you
have just "conquered"...
for each man to
have reached the ever-reach of man's
final end,
if there are equals to astronauts
who reach the lunar orb,
there are those, grounded,
medium grounds between astronauts
and astronomers...
those who seek the eagles' eye,
aloof, upon the himalayan titan's cranium,
and by god,
that's halfway toward the stars.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
To All Ya’ll, have them Happy Holidays & a Merry Christmas/
Next step, thank the Sun 4 this years ending Winter Solstice/
If my prose sparks intrest, makes you curious/
Go ahead and seak, ask me why I said this/
-Joshua Vincens
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC
I want to be a kid again.
With no worries or problems.
Playing hide and seak with your friends, watching Disney movies all day, pretending to be a princess.
With out having to worry about school or people judging you.
Not being afraid to show the real you.
Reading fairy tales and playing dress up.
I want to live does good old times again, I want to be a kid again.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
A question of perfection
Is constantly
Raised
Appraised
And ultimately
Erased
Where did it evolve
Where did you grow up
Where did you end up
There’s no correlation
Perfection
Is just a simple categorization
The common equation of
Perfection
Does not apply to
YOU or
ME
WE are all unique
Labels don’t define us
WE have gone through it all
And still seak to represent a fake plus
We are evolving, failing, and progressing.
I AM
YOU ARE
WE ALL ARE our own images of
Perfection.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
I wake today
with the strength of heaven
at my bedside
with the light of the sunrise
tapping my window
and shattering out to colors
the dance of dusk and dawn
I wake with the pulse of nature
at my toes
Earth begins to soften
and seed begins to stir
My body is the depth of sea
heavy, steady and rooted
This fragile creation
a matriarch thrown
my gentle bed
Steadiness of soil
wet grass and burning leaves
over naked flesh
like spider webs on fish bones
The solidity of rock
where I lay my head
anchored and grounded
Outside the beast and the chattering crow
both alive with song
The spirits of the mountains
their roots are deep
I pierce the air
and watch them dance
from flat to peak
to a red and purple sunset
let my tired eyes seak
I arise today
Through God’s strength to fuel me
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s hand to guard me
Alone or in a multitude
an armor to shield me from injury
"May Queen"
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Words that have given hope
given faith
Words that build momentum
words that make you not wanna give up
you see words of encouragement
is the reason why we stood up after a fall
made it through the storms and ups and downs
words of encouragement
is what kept those collasping relationships together
who ever knew that simple words had so much power
now i see how i won my tack meets
how teams win sports game
it's the words of encouragement that makes them want it even more
words of encouragement is what can keep a good world together
to make not many people wanna make that better
but how about we all just encourage somebody
if you have an friend thats facing hard times
give them the words of encouragement
watch how good that make that person feel
watch how those words put an big impact on them
and watch how God will Reward you for the helpful deed you've done
Word that are such meaning
such pleasure
can even make the devil himself feel better
words that seak out
like the words we hear in church
all fall into that one category
Words Of Encouragement
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
The glass isn't broken, it's cracked and chipped and leaking everywhere
It's loosing volume and life unravels
Having good times, unwinding
It's become a time not worth
Remembering
It's not hide and seak
It's **** up or shut up
My fingers are going numb
Arm is falling asleep
Times to close my eyes
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
It's the opposite of light , a dark place only some will enjoy.
it comes with its name it comes with the night.
I prefer the darkness over light ,
why you ask ?
It doesn't lie , it doesn't feed false hopes , it tells the truth ,
in it we find secrets , we find demons and ghosts, fear brings out the truth.
just as life is a big illusion so is light , they say light is at the end of the tunnel , but we walk for years with no luck , I for one think its time to best embrace the ****
Accept the darkness and forget the light and suddenly your path will open up in plan sight , seak the truth and you will find no light but insted a darkness so true so bright it will become your guiding light.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Drowning in these thoughts again,
Good friends with gills now were selfish.
You slipped I slipped that's what these hooks do they **** us from our lying lips.
My words stand over me sometime I guess that's why you don't understand this.
I just Can't stand trips! I fall worse then august in this thoughtful seasons.
Rowing threw my head my actions propose to some of these guilt trips.
..now I'm sea sick.
But all life's puzzles will fall in to pieces. I asked to come and walk with you on these thoughts with faith so I may be descent.
As you calm me...my words whisper
"There's no greater friend other then Jesus".
Just to be honest, even now my knees creases.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
You hide I seak. Face the tree count to ten, then sound the call," Ready or not here I come". Oh where oh where are we hideing, behind the car, to easy. Behind the bush, worth a look. Damn, he was behind the car, the chase is on. we race toward base, both red in the face. I want to tag him however he made it, he's safe. This time I hide and you seak. Alight Tony, I will start countimg, you go hide. "Ready or not here I, AAAHHHH! Tony what are trying to do give me a heart attack, standing behind me like that. Dinner time need to go in, have a good evening, see you tommarow my friend. See you tommarow as well, by the way Tony, Never do that again. Noted
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC