"severly" poems
i give up
seems like
i've been using
that line more
and more recently
the fight is no fun
anymore
old bones don't move
like a butterfly no more
and it seems the bees keep
swarming
while i've run out of stings
too many blows
to the head and heart
severly concussed
and fading fast
there are
other young bulls
sneaking in the ring
where i wish to escape
let them breathe in
that spotlight
see how many fights
they can win before
they're out cold
wish them the best
i need out
i need out
but it aint easy
you live the ring for so long
you don't know the outside
anymore
where the women aren't
throwing jabs at my head
heart like a punching bag
as i grow older
grace is wasted on the graceful
now i'm nothing
but a beat up old man
with no wife and no lovers
out of the ring and into the freezing cold
a world i can't seem to remember
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Death
Such a small word.
Though;
filled with so much power.
Power
Everyone wants it.
Some get it.
Few severly abuse it.
Abuse
It hurts.
It kills.
Many simply turn the other cheek.
They choose not to help.
Help
Everyone needed it.
No one gave it.
No one ever even offered.
They were too scared.
Scared
Scared of death.
Scared of the power.
Scared of being abused.
And terrified to offer any help.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
you have family they love you dearly
but the pain they cause cuts you severly
they don't cee or understand the pain caused by one man
the mistakes you made along the way of your masterplan
now your trying to do better but betters not the best
you sold your inner and your outter celf so whats left
that life can be changed its all up to your determination
even if you stand alone atleast your body has restoration
do it for you so others can cee its more than talk
at first their support is low but they'll cee what your pain has cost
they'll cee the far way you've come
at the end of the day youll be loved by someone
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
So sick of being told whats right.
David do this David hold tight,
Patience is an apparent Virtue,
One that has severly missed its cue.
My lust is innapropriate,
Offensive to voice or dream.
My lips are somehow sordid,
Cursed detested and unclean.
Just give me one minute where disdain is not allowed,
Where my life is not abysmal,
Where my love is always allowed.
Where I can be me complete and proud.
Everyday I grow older,
Waiting for it to be safe.
Pleading for my affection to be of public taste.
Frankly so far too many years have gone to waste.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
My heart,
shaped by the waves
A severly damaged pearl
Because nothing hurts more,
Than the tears of a girl
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
I have alot of favorite things
Like the perks of being a wallflower the book
Like scott pilgrim vs the world a severly underrated movie
And in minecraft when i find bees and decorate their tree with flowers
I like the word wholesome
I like the feeling you get after you finally sneeze after 30 mins
I like the smell of wet soil
My favorite thing is views
My favorite things to see
Is when the sun came up after a warm night in your long limbs
The way you smile that melted my frozen heart
Your smile is like sunshine its my favorite ******* view
And sir it tremendously under appreciated
Sep 26, 2022
Sep 26, 2022 at 12:25 AM UTC