"sence" poems
As the light begins to fade,
Children begin to close their eyes.
We start to see a make believe,
An illusion of the mind.
As we slip into a dream,
We sence something not right.
We quickly wake up to a sight of a dark And gloomy room.
We close our eyes just one more time.
We think all night and to our suprise,
A dream is life in disguise.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING INSANE. GETTING ****** AROUND LIKE A PUPPET THAT HAS NO WAY OR PATH.
I lay awake with nothing but scatter minded thoughts. I feel like I don't know where to go with no sence of direction.
It's 2 am and I'm still not asleep my mind had full controll as I just get dragged along.
I feel like screaming but I will only makescape people think I'm a psychotic bipolar monster.
I have no way out trapedal in a glass prisom that is unbreakable suffocating with no sleep just going loopy.
I lost my fear with abusing energy drinks.
I'm not insaine I'm not insaine I'm not insaine.
Every thought every word I'm lost with now direction.
Only knowing I'm going to loseither control and crash and burn.
I'm lost scatter minded and I'm bipolar and I can't escape being feeling like a puppet being played by the evil sensation
Of bipolar disorder scatter minded
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen
I had converted, or excuseless been:
For each birth of thy muse to after-times
Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes.
First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee,
Once by they Love, next by Poetry;
Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence:
Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence.
So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here,
No fountains can be sweet that are not clear.
Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares
How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares;
And generously upbraids the world that they
Should such a value for their ruine pay.
But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill,
The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32
As nothing else was worthy her or thee,
So we admire almost t'Idolatry.
What savage brest would not be rapt to find
Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'?
Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count)
Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount,
And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw,
Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law.
Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame,
That nothing can distrub it but my name;
Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine
'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ...
"Live, till the disabused world consent
All truths of use, or strength, or ornament,
Are with such harmony by thee displaid,
As the whole world was first by number made
And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings
Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.
2k
roses are red
my name is not dave
this makes no sence
microwave
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
A small slow creak and a shadow peeks,
Behind an unexpecting corner.
You close your eyes, but to your surprise when you open,
The shadow is gone,
But a presence you can sence around every turn,
The conditions right in the dead of night with a
fierce howling wind,
And soon you realize through sloppy tears the danger is swiftly drawing closer!
Creak.. Creak... Creak!
The lump in your gut, seemed to force you out of your frozen rut.
The edrenelin took over then!
Relying on touch for your eyes were usless from crying too much.
The beat of your heart stretched from your ears to your feet.
Your arms flailed and your feet flew,
But still you felt the hot breath on your neck it was
the end you just knew.
A nervous tremor in your leg threw you forward right onto your back.
Instantly your eyes traveled to the onyx bulbs of death that stared you down,
Cloaked completely in black.
As he reached a boney hand around your throat,
It didn't matter you couldn't breath either way,
Just when you could see the light of savior...
It spoke...
The most sinister slither slid out of his covered lips "I'll see you in hell." A small smile was then visible through his mask.
From sheer fright I gasped my last breath of air, and out of the strangest things to cross my mind all I could think is 'goodnight.'
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
A univeral sence of escape
Not just my own luxury
Trapped behind the walls
Screaming with my silenced voice
I am okay , I promise
These markings on my body
mean nothing
Yet each one has its own
Significance
Meaning something to me
I am sorry
I am okay, I promise
I am not okay ,but I guess that doesn't matter to you.
Because you aren't even there
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
I am leviathan swimming through
the ashes of your remains
dying on the ground
you will soon be saved
masses falling to the graves
fearing fire and brimstone
your soul enslaved
ready for your grave
resting there under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
All will be rebuild before to long
life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run
balancing life on the run
walk the beaten path
carry the weight of the wizards staff
through the mountain and seas
see his trinkets glistening
the agony of your hypocrisy
vanish into thin air not to be seen
don't give validity to your insecurities
make life the way you want it to be
the sunflower set in the west
white rabbit rest on your breast
words don't always make sence
everyone has there own quest
sing your zombie song
dead astronaut and lizard skin
the devil's in dark cats and woman
marvel at the colors of your death
take the veil from off your eyes
and watch the sunrise
The beauty you seek is inside
my heart goes out to the night
resting here under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet its slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run
racing to the red light
you fear personal hell
violate every law of the universe
and yet you feel so frail
put your coin in the wishing well
Satan's diaphragm, pentagram in hand
Die is the O, death is the answer
voice carrying, through the under lands
tempting you like an exotic dancer
resting there under the sun
finding comfort in the birds song
escaping the malicious tongues
life is just a lief falling
beautiful yet its slowly dying
fleeing there torches and guns
maybe it is just time calling
balancing your life on the run
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
We sat on the bulked viewing the sounds no words need be shared for sometimes in silence we say far more.
The sunset was upon us and the ***** was kicking in to that perfect sense of a warm buzz and the waters draw poetic in the truest sence .
There were shared stories with added lies simply a understanding of a crossroads part.
The road had ran it's course now the chapter was done and so my own would continue.
Were the fuck you headed now man.
My friend asked in a mild laugh curious yet knowing no matter the direction we
had different stories to write.
I have know clue think I'll just chase the sunset till the highways lends me her thoughts once again.
My friend simply shook his head .
Sometime I really can't begin to fathom what goes on in that head of yours bud.
Hell sometimes I wonder myself I had to think.
It's always on these rides when the air is one with the nights empty promise
I truly grasp the thoughts and understand my roads always best traveled alone.
The drug's the ***** simply a mask for others to understand my less than
understandable actions there always has to be something in which to place the blame now doesn't there?
I try not to question and as the road's endless roll drew me yet again I cared less
for the logic and simply gave in to the need to know what lay over the next hill.
I'd far rather die with my boots on than waste away in regret.
Live while you can for times a commodity none can afford to waste my friends.
And as I hit the on ramp bound for nowhere and eager to see it all.
I had to think to the moments shared for they were far more meaningful to friends than I.
Sometimes a lone wolfs howl isn't for emptiness of the fear of isolation.
It's the understanding of one's self that truly drives the one's who chase the highways line.
I viewed the sunset a chapters close for the moment and a endless thirst of highways vice
I so desired eternal.
She's a cruel mistress to some but on this nights ride her embrace is all I ever did need
for now.
Stay Crazy
Gonzo
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
I live the lie
Of the direwolf
**** what must be killed
Spilling lifeblood
Without conscious thought
Stolen innocence,
Being stilled
Therein lies the essence
Of what it is to be me
You are sheep in evenessance
Packaged meat you be
Though we share
The same tortured soul
Is less than nothing to me
You are prey
I am control
Feeding constantly
So take your gift of intelligence
Know fear throughout the land
Running now would make a lot of sence
For the hour of the wolf is at hand. Hy
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
Your world is like a fairytale
It's filled in with beauty
Agressive ones that blaming you
But you're still hold your duty
Your life is very heavy
You're victim all the ways
But when the act is over
You're losing all your grace
They tells you you're a lier
Or clap their hands in sence
But you are not a person
When fairytale is ends
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
I'm here at the bar with all my friends
That's when she starts to text me again
Where are you...... and when are you coming home
I say I don't know and she can't see
What drinkin with the boys means to me
Looks like I'm sleeping on the couch......
Once again
Through thick and thin
They're my family
No stronger bond than there can be
Each one of them.....would die for me
It's something she will never figure out
When me and the boys get together again
Ever sence we were little boys
Sharing video games and other toys
And maybe even.... a woman or two
It's a sacred bond we all share
Nothing stronger you'll find anywhere
Looks like I'm sleeping on the couch
Once again
Through thick and thin
They're my family
No stronger bond than there can be
Each one of them......would die for me
It's something she will never figure out
When me and the boys get together again
The night is over and once again
The pillow on the couch is my best friend
Sober up.....I'll be in the big bed again
But tonight I'm on the couch
Once again
Through thick and thin
They're my family
No stronger bond than there can be
Each one of them......would die for me
It's something she will never figure out
When me and the boys get together again
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
you wake up everyday for something better to come your way,
but it never does;
you hold a grudge,
all around seems to make sence,
everyone else doesn't seem to think it does.....
you hold a grudge
your life is in perfect order as you intend it ought to be,
you open your eyes and see the light shining upon you;
it shows your path as you lead the way to live day after day...
the others don't understand your works,your life, your dreams,your fortitude,your smile,and your character but you..
striving to make your dreams come true...........
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Look into my heart, and then my mind
and you will be as confused as I am.
2 tribal wars constantly fighting,
both knowing they're right.
My hearts tugging trying to show me whats best.
My minds screaming, forcing me to see sence.
Bullets shooting through my mind,
overwhelming me with confusion.
machetis slashing through my heart
causing me internal agony.
And through this all I smile, and laugh
be the happy child with no worries at all.
Who could guess whats under this smile?
See the tears that are constantly hidden?
Too afraid to come out
they will never be understood.
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
well the royal's gone, and so are you. so i'll sit here and think my things thru.
It's funny how things change between good and bad, But it's how things go and i'm glad that your glad.
so goodnight, farewell, cuase i'll see you in hell.
And i don't know how to change how i feel, it's my sixth sence, one you could never steal.
It's funny how things seem to unwined, when everything seems together and seems alright.
so goodnight, farewell, cuase i'll see you in hell.
And as i'm writeing this song, It seems like revenge.
It seems sweet it seems right, but it's wrong in the end....
cuase your there for me i know that you are, but it's nighs like this you seem so far... so far away...
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:12 PM UTC
There are no rules, no ryhmes, no reason...
Only sadness.
The drums in my head have an ancient beat, long and hard.
Unexplained pain leaves me unbalanced and confused.
Eyes are tired of looking out, when they should be looking in...
I battle with understanding, when nothing makes sence.
Time and being seems lost.
All is empty.
Forgive me.....
09/03/04
Oct 22, 2009
Oct 22, 2009 at 8:25 AM UTC
By ARcassin Burnham
White dresses,
red flowers,
almost ready for a bout an hour,
the love shares with me,
i wont devour,
dont want this day to become sour,
snobs started coming a lot faster,
talk about sour,
wedding full of crystals,
don't make no sence,
firearms and pistols,
man life is a *****
leaving a cut for the stitch,
dead from the pump,
leaving a dieing wish.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Count the bird who fly by the window
Note the forest's true voice and glow
I dream one day I'll steal away
In a mess of green and forever stay.
Sence not the sound of drunken society
But the smell of nature's sweet sobriety
Over come my hearts one desire,
Evade, to set the world on fire.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
I was not informed that when you fall in love,
you’re supposed to shout ‘This Means War’
at the top of your lungs, and dare the world
to catch up with the soles of your feet. You
ran across plains and through valleys, the
soles of your shoes worn out from stomping
out tiny fires, all started by your temper. I was not
informed that you were permitted to burn down
and pillage villages with your careless acts of
lust. I've learned that the world is not exactly round
however it's magical in the sence that it’s got a
way of putting you right back in the spot you were
trying to escape from. I saw fighter jets and
missiles in your eyes, and felt bombs in your pulse.
I loved you, though. Your lips were the only thing left
of you. But even they swore and spewed anger. I
was not informed that when you fall in love, your
heart is supposed to die. You struck fear in the depth
of my soul...but I forgot: ‘all is fair in love and war’.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
I miss you morning noon and night. I miss you and miss you. No matter how long it's been sence iv been with you. If im not with you im missing you. Please always remeber I love you and if you ever miss me...remeber...i'm thinking of you and missing you
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
the perfect girl lives in the state of big penn,
the perfect girl i met 2 years after 2010.
the perfect girl is a soccer star
the perfect girl has a great sence of humor and knows how to break hearts
the perfect girl is kinda slippery
cause at times she gets away from me
the perfect girl is my angel without wings
said from god almighty himself
the perfect girl is kinda hard to understand
outta all the people she could of chose she chose this mortal man
the perfect girl see something in me that i can't see, nor understand
but i'm glad that i can fit into her world and i'm able to fit into her plans
see the perfect girl can not be described by this small poem
if i wrote a hundred page essay about her it won't even scratch the surface
but the perfect girl will always have my heart and i hope i have hers.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
These days of hardship bring forth the inner greatness of each individual as well as they stir up great evils among the borders of our society, her mom says no, and projects that word not only upon her self and the intruder to her daughter's life, but also on her daughter, which brings forth great toils in her family relations, fault is passed around, words unkind in nature are exposed between two feuding parties, and the world of two lovers is brought down upon their heads...and yet they stay strong, reassuring each other in a world where assurance is rare, rarer still, between two individuals blessed and cursed to be expelled from society only two find each other on the outskirts of life, and defend their love with the might of a thousand army's...this is devotion, true and pure, with not a second thought to spare, loyal to a fault, a loyalty that can not be broken by distance, time, or any third party demention that lies outside the reach of my own human capacity of intuition. She is as wise as the earth is old, as beautiful as the limits of perception may permit, she is an unsung hero in liberty, and the song of a hero in music as her voice shines through the light of a billion stars, and yet this self-graduated knowledge resides not in her heart, nor does it appear before her mind, but rather her humble state in reference to her angelicism conquors all sence of selfish desire in exchange for an understanding of what it feels to be truely happy, and in love, but her perfection will not go un-warranted in the minds of the many, for there is an individual in the world who aims to project the complexity of this lovely woman to the population of the society who cast her away in the beggining...his name is William, and he loves his beautiful angel more than the sum of the known intelligence in the universe could calculate or comprehend, he loves her as a bride, a soul mate, even a daughter at times, but most importantly, he loves her as the core component that leads his life away from a dark path...and into the light of true happiness, and for this, he is forever in her debt, I love you Annie
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
Ever get so self conscious that someone is mad at you, that you think of all these things wrong with you that you didn't realise.
Annoying? Talks too much? Doesn't talk enough? Boring? Ugly? Changing?
Questioning who we are by the way others act towards us.
Surely this proves we need a stronger sence in our trust for ourselves.
We need to build our immunity to judgement and carry on.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Here I lay in emotional waste
Left with null but sence to taste
All the decay inside this place
And fast enough I cannot haste..
A light illumination, mirage on the wall
My mind is playing tricks, and I cant fight them all
Out from under all, this turmoil I must crawl
For I have not the strength, to be victor of this brawl
You rain your words upon me, I am shelterless
The wounds you have caused me.. I will not forget
But whats this inside the darkness? Still yet drawing breath..
Its the only thing you left me
Eternal nothingness.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC