"seing" poems
Down to my last bit of strength
Walk out of work in sobbing tears
Start the hike home
half a mile
81 degrees
"Yo Panda you look beat"
I stop dead in my tract
That voice
It shouldnt be here.
Is it really here?
Afraid to hope
afriad to believe
Take a gulp of air
look up.
Am I seing things?
Chillign against a car
a smirk across his face
arms crossed
sunglasses oddly on
HAWK
Big brother Hawk
in all his dark glory
drove 8 hours give or take
just to make sure
I was ok.
Runnig into his arms
I cling to my big brother.
Wrapping them around me
lifting me up in a
big bear hug.
Safe, secure, peace.
In Hawks arms
I always feel
those three things
No matter what.
*"You're safe now Panda,
I'm here for you,
You're not alone."*
He whispers to me
And I know he means every word.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
When I was young I used to dream nd wish to get older then that happened but I've realized the stress of being old is much more than the teenage drama I used to get through, the stress of having that solid life is much worser than the stress of high school, the stress of wishing is much lesser than the stress of pushing harder but still find your self in the same page, the stress of which u have to report off everyday is much better than the stress you have to handle everyday, the stress of seing your family falling apart is much better than the stress of trying to bind your family together but it keeps falling apart, the stress of things which are far from you is much better than the stress your part of in anyway
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
When I'm with you,
I feel like i'm more than the depressive girl i usualy feel like,
When I'm with you,
I feel like i'm wanted and pretty and funny.
When I'm with you,
I feel good and the moment you're gone i keep hearing your voice and your laugh, i keep seing the way you sake your head to move your hair.
When I'm with you,
you make me laugh and make me wonder if i'm crazy because of how ****** up some of our conversations are wierd,
but,
i love it that way.
I love you that way.
When I'm with you,
I love you,
And when i'm not with you,
I still love you
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
A year later, still that pain lingers,
Seing you happy in someone's arms,
Wishing i could rewind times,
All the things ive done,
So many regrets fill my minds,
Wishing i could unwind time,
To the time when everything is fine,
Time where every love song make sense,
Time where we were happy and glad,
Regrets as you slip through my arms,
Just wishing that youre still mine.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
House on fire,
House on fire,
Role me a phat one.
Tonite the house ,
Tomorow nites up in smoke.
The walls were brown
Wall paper.
Upinside here.
A white beard of smoke.
Goblin green walls,
Purple stains,
Scattered gold vains.
What a joke
We felt like smoked out
Hot patatoes,
I sat on my missing phone.
Girls gone wild,
Coconut musics third encore.
Remember what you said.
I said sometimes say the truest things.
Remember what you said.
You become what you love.
He needs help.
He doesnt know,
What isnt his own.
Isnt my best friend,
Starting to bun out,
My bic lighter,
Is out.
My hands strike a match,
Is it so much to ask.
There were so many clicks.
Jump up or something
Else happened
To apear
Just to gorge
On your ptsd
Like the memory
of seing your last horror film.
You left angry,
And told us repeatingly.
I need help
tell us what we can do.
Help us tell you and
You can show us
whose fault it was
I told you not to let anybody
do what they did.
What is it worth
doing all over again.
All the reconziliation
Speeds off with ten dollars
In gas money.
Did you know
What to do
after one interview
In a shrinks office.
Your inner thoughts
have to record
everything.
And for a few seconds
Every thing pushing
towards her garage.
Found a place upwards
in new hours slowly
able to erase the dust tic by tic.
Now we can start counting
Episodes you had.
Nowe we can understand what you have
And by december you will have the best christmas
Your peace on earth will be seeing a baby boy cry
When it snows.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Eros got bored
one shimmering afternoon
he watched television
and was asking the moon
Do I have to look that deep
to find simply what I need
while thy wifes simply
plays, the food she preparates
And suddenly Psyche appeared
dressed in **** underwears
and sporty shoes
like a modern lady
stepping up infront
dancing the most simple funk
They just had a conversation
and the time abreviation
shall we now count ?
and fall in bed both
in a haste
and have some love to
grabb !
of the modern era
or postmodern blue
flower s biggest leaves
once more under the moon.
Then passion awoke
and their bodys so hot
they slide and caressed each other
gently, and these humble existences
turned sweety
sweaty.
Music sounds from the radio jazz
laying in bed and shimmering sounds
the one under the others arms
the other over the unders barm
touching , feeling, loving , dreaming
penetrating, sensing, needing
screaming.
Desirer, up in ****** zones
Into Yin and Yan silver notes
Eros over the other playing
Psyche is falling the other yearning
the love of earning
desirer shifting
together
into a big sleep
were he woke
up, seing her in
the most beautiful
dress
Gazing skys
Both left behind.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Ended up opening my eyes,
Eyes burning from not being closed.
Being exposed, or suppose,
Them po-po's took my girl,
A sleep, calling her a ho'.
Mouth closed, better propose,
Something to transpose,
This hurricane, into a home.
Lost without my nose.
Tossing and turning on my bed,
Holding my Head,
**** I feel like I'm dead.
hunger?...
But the only thing,
On this fridge, is Bread.
Vision blurry,
All I see is Red.
Eyes on the Cealing,
What happened to the,
"MaMa said" ?
I hate this feeling, insomnia.
night prolongs, lifeline is a drama.
mama, ain't here,
seing every stain of my pajama
oh No! The hour of coma.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Within those glasses
Is the person I want to
Know...
The person who kept me on the flow.
On the widest
Ocean I will sail
With you, I just can't fail.
I am not a God
To give you the stars,
Because I am not
Of what you've desired
And as you walk by
It suddenly breez,
And for a while,
It's like my whole
World freeze.
I'm vulnerable to your smile,
Seing those make's me dead for a while .
And when I'm with You.
I have this feeling that I Can't tell.
And It's like into a bottomless pit I've fell.
You don't need to wear perfume to make you sweet.
You don't need to wear make up to make
You beautiful.
Your love is whom I want to meet
And you're... like an angel ,
send by God to lift me out.. from hell..
Cause now I belong to you,
And on you, aint no letting, go..
For my heart only shouts your name
Cause this feeling will never change,
And you're always in my mind..
Hoping you might feel the same.
Oceans may roar, earth may crack,
Rivers may flood, I'll always be at your back .
Till God comes back, Even if devils wrath.,
We'll hold hands and traise the same path..
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
My absence in writing have made me wonder
What make a poet write?
Falling in love made me speak out
With every anxious and happy moment it led to
Dealing with new emotions confused me
A confusing I tried to solve by seing my thoughts in black and white
Letter after letter, line after line
My messy, tangled brain became something with a structure
But it's hard to write when your inspiration lives hours away
When you learn to control your emotions and can't experience new ones
Because the love or loss you write about isn't their to love or leave you
You don't know what you feel anymore therefore you stop feeling
Now you don't know whether to love or leave
The last part isn't true
I just miss him so much so if I let myself feel the pain
It would crush me
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
P is for PRAYING for a safe return home, PUTTING on a brave face everyday, and PROTECTING yourself at all costs...
T is for TRUSTING that someone will be there to help you, TALKING to someone about your feelings, and TELLING your story to try to help others...
S is for SAYING that you need help, SEEING your life change right in front of your eyes, and SLOWLY coming to grips with seing your friends die all around you...
D is for DOING what you have to do everyday, DREAMING that oneday your fears will go away, and DYING to fix yourself but knowing that you can't...
THAT IS PTSD!!!
By Lisa J Little
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 12:39 AM UTC
I give him a few ***** of crumbled up bread
And watch him dive off of the telephone wires
Hes a vetran
Has he learned to forget about public opinion?
Or does he even care.
I dont know who he harmed.
Seems movies have tarnished the crows motive.
Hes a menace? I guess hes born to be the way he is. A menace.
Though, I dont know the truth about crows
I just like seing him fly by once in a while, ill always prepare
a meal
and watch his hungry soul get something good.
After all he is someone I cant decline a visit from.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Yeah, You're really easy to write about. Some people are hard to capture. Not because they aren't 'deep,' but because they just don't have that thing. That thing that makes you turn your head around again becuase you just want to have another look at those eyes. Maybe this will help explain. You have people, and some of those people are really good at writing. And some aren't. Now imagine if you take a really good writer, and someone who struggles with it, to write a poem that captures the beauty and feeling of, for example, a broken window. Someone who's good at writing, good at seing the beauty and the broken in things, can write it down with so much ease. On the contrary, someone who doesn't see it, it's way harder to write everything just about right down. I feel like I'm one of those people who can turn everything into poetry. And you said, you never expected someone to write about you. But I know, and I'm sure of it, that if you ever met another poet, they'd write about you too. Because every poet I know, would turn their head around too.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
you thinik its easy for me.
seing you and her together
it makes me sick
but i have to **** it up.
never thought it would feel this bad
never thought it would be like this
never thought it would hurt like crazy
all i can do is sit and cry
i dont want anything
i dont even want you
they say ill have better
but know.....
i dont know
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 6:10 AM UTC
My pink toes my jerky
Driftwood something yellow
Like hot dogs something nuts
Like a grren home run
Ya my rest
My privacy
My screaming snooze dreams.
Somone spun lip stick
Like ******* or keats
Somebody kised
My drunk asain drunk neck
Somebody killed
Somedy went to their mother
Im under winsheilds scraming phony
Co piolet tuaila valley
Look left we kicked shopping centers
Some man who screams like
Short *****
Goes listen
I finally admitted you did my back
Caking dizzy scream
Some man my hair
Some man i hate
Some man nobody wants
Bedz wax
He whines hes called blood
He dri ks steak he won
He beat the used ****
Well here goes privacy
My red head tok my room room
I cat litter the bay dreams
I find rade im gay
My **** i pace the boys
It seems everyone hold my dads hat
Ifi could kiss my dad
Tell my mom she runs with seaweed
Wehat we ****
We buy we ***** drinks
Why keep something
I dream of addictive ****
I dream of inteligance
My dad gre wild my dads dad would of hated my hair cream my dads dad respects ******* but swore a white mans
Hair cut belongs in the red blue cut atoms apple break down who runs who kills who wears
Who goes home with no fault until pies goose her. Well
She love my cards when the carpets partedand checkersmeant seing aa young man wit no control.
Howmany now
Since im older
Ever wished they just ****** the boy
Howmany got freedom
No body they only hope love got a better bull ****
Love got a wiser time!
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
I, who did not want to see
nothing but clouds
predicting already
A snow storm
I was full of snow
Without going to school
In Mexico City
Snow?
cries the Director
Get into your class room
And stop seing clouds!
Cirrus were the guilty
For my scolding
The snow never came
The clouds passed ... ... ...
like grammar
about
My head
Clouds that can only be seen
by those who do not study
One day, I remember
I left my chair
Full of ****
the teacher did not let me go to the bathroom
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Suicide, best suited for the inside. Plastic wrap laid down nice and neat. Its going to be a sweet little treat when my mother breaks through my locked door seing me lifeless in the floor. Im so glad you can adore me now after all the silence thats made me violent not twards others but myself my inside ate itself destroying itself with overthinking leading me to this dark place where my eyes will never open again ill never have to worry about this silent pain again..
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Listen people to my story
Come children
It's not a fairy tail
But I'm sure you'll like it anyway
Once I was a warrior
Fighting through the world
Many battles I've won
Just because of glory upon.
I killed many, I would say
I know it's morbid
But I liked it that way
People called me a hero
But I think I was
The encarnation of evil
The glory I'd won
I tried to dissipate
Now people hated me,
I knew
So with torches on fire
To my door they would walk though
One day,
They came to my house
Burned the hole thing down
And left me screaming
Are you seing my skin?
Wrinkled and thin?
They are from the flames
Of that very same day.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Here we go again,
tears are falling like rain.
Life is now being insane,
and every part of my heart feels every pain.
Dying isn't my goal,
but now I'm thinking if I should fall.
Life is so unfair,
I'm now quiting in every dare.
I can do anything,
but don't push me with everything,
I'm not a toy nor a thing,
I'm alive and I can feel any pain like a human being.
I can fall easily,
I can quit,
I can **** myself,
if that's what you want me to do.
I can hang myself,
I can stab my heart,
I can easily drink a poison,
or even drowned myself in a tub.
I can begged for my life,
I can surrender my own life,
I can trash my effing life,
I can do every wrong if that's what you want.
Can't you see?
I can't think straight,
I can't fight,
I can't even stand.
I'm quitting,
You can now live happily,
you don't have to worry about me,
I'm happy to know that you are happy seing me dying.
I quit!
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Alors là, Baby Doll !
Tu as commis l'irréparable
Dans la surface de réparation.
Tu as dit textuellement, ma poupée :
"Ce sein c'est Le Saint c'est Mon sein Mien à Moi "
A moins que ce ne soit :
"Ce Saint c'est l'essaim c 'est Mon sang Mien à moi "
Ou bien encore
"Ce Sang c'est Le Sein c 'est Mon seing Mien à moi. "
Alors moi je crie haut et fort : SACRILEGE
Peu importe tes réclamations phonétiques et phonémiques
La faute est flagrante. Pas besoin de ralenti ni d'arrêt sur image :
Tu as fait sein majuscule dans la surface de réparation.
Tu as enfreint les règles de notre jeu
Alors l'arbitre a sorti le carton rouge
Eh oui l'arbitre logiquement a sifflé pénalty.
Souviens-t'en une bonne fois pour toutes :
Ton Ombre est l'Ombre est Notre Ombre Notre à Nous
Notre : déterminant possessif
Première personne du pluriel
Qui veut aussi bien dire Ton nombre que Mon Ombre
Alors oublie, je t'en prie, la propriété privée
Apprends à partager
Oublie les "no trespassing on the premises "
Les "ne pas entrer", les "private property"
Ce sein, c'est le sein, c'est ton sein, je te l'accorde, mais c'est aussi le mien
Donc par conséquence et par extension le nôtre
Mathématique et grammatical , ma chère !
Alors comme punition tu me traduiras en 88 langues
Pour que ça te rentre bien dans la tête
Cet aphorisme :
"Rouge sur rouge, rien ne bouge
Vert sur vert , tout est clair "
Et je te le dis et le redis encore à toute vitesse et au ralenti
en anglais : this breast is the breast is your breast is our breast
en portugais : esse peito é o peito é seu peito é nosso peito
en hindi :
yah stan hai stan aapake stan hamaare lie hamaare stan hai
en roumain : acest sân este pieptul este pieptul nostru este pieptul nostru la noi
en chinois traditionnel :
Zhè rǔfáng shì rǔfáng shì nǐ de rǔfáng shì wǒmen de rǔfáng
Et en zoulou : lesi sifuba isifuba isifuba sakho sisifuba sethu kithi
Souviens-t'en, Baby Doll !
Nous sommes une équipe
Un duo et non un duel
Et pour te le prouver encore une fois
Je me mets dans les buts
Pour éviter la sanction suprême
Aux deux pianistes-duettistes que nous sommes.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
Come on now run, before it's too late.
Hurry, you don't want to miss this.
Missing your own life, what a terrible fate.
Live forever in the empty abyss.
Run now fast, don't think of you nor he!
Don't stick around, don't worry.
You need this and that.
Oh no don't do that instead.
Run for it or you'll be sorry.
The courtain is up, you'll miss the story.
Oh look on stage, that lady's fat.
She's got barely any hair on her head.
Where are you, look at this glory.
However the part after it got gory.
She's pretending to be fine, with that pet
But what will she ever gain from a rat.
You're still not here, you need to hurry.
I'm coming I'm coming, but I'm seing blurry.
What about this play is so great is what I don't get.
It's horrible it's sad and it's full of dark and red.
It's about a girl that lived too soon.
She regretted every single step.
Dreaming of changing the world, going to the moon.
It's a typical story I'd rather take a nap.
Oh finally you got here, are you ready?
What in the world took you so long.
Always such a bored laddy.
How can you not like the play or the song?
I don't like it and never will.
Never when my own story is told.
It makes me feel like I was standing still.
While everything around me got to unfold.
I ran and ran and now I'm finally here.
But I just realised, it's only about to start.
I don't like long intro's I say with a sneer.
It's hard to set the story appart.
Are you ready for the rest of the story?
Trust me, it'll only get better, you won't be sorry!
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
Beautiful as the sea
Happy as the sun
Playful as the wind
and intresting as the fire
Her dancing reminds you of rain
Seing her sad causes you pain
You know you enjoy
her unecpected side
You know you could
never bare to see her cry
She is clever
She is talented
She is a friend
and she is important
Her name is Helen
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
ughH i hate
hatE feeling lonely
its like everything inside me is being
suuuuuuuuuuucked out.
and on top of that
my motivation has g o n e
d
o
w
n
the drain
so even normal tasks are a struggle :(
theselfpity
is at an allll time low
just seing others happy with their friends or just being active makes me feel jealous
i just want someone to embrace me and tell me ethery things okay
and i know im overacting but i cant help it;;;
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC