"sheding" poems
Mischievous secrets
Softly screamed in my ear
Anger surging
And racing through me
Voices no on else can hear
Crying out in my mind
Revealing truths
Sheding light on shadows
Soul cowering in the corner
Afraid of everything, everyone
People you've hurt before
Try to warn me and tell me
Exactly what will happen
If I say only 3 words
Fatal words hurtful words
You know of the damage they cause
And of the wreckage they bring
Yet you say them so meaningly
Your trying to hurt me
And bring me pain
Well you succeeded
My heart is slain
And I feel a pain
Like no other pain
And I still tell you
I still love you
And no matter what
I always will
And you never will
So ***** I spill
Because you make me sick
Because you think your slick
But you're not
All this is what runs through me
And my mind
As I sit here and you tell me
This 3 word devastation
That I fear, so much I fear
As I'm dripping a tear
As you softly whisper in my ear
I love you dear
Tears crystal blue
Becasue I know its not true
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
*The last firebird flied
over her as she stood
on the last crumbling
mountain.
Prickley pine trees
shivering above the dew,
the first breath of the
winter in her soul was
icing through the flowers.
She fleed the Golden-emerald
city, heart broken by the
gong of war.
Sinking her nails deep into
the ground.
Sheding tears of a dragon
from the crystal eyes
of the universe.
Falling down
her porcelain face.
A work of art.
Her lips red,to seem like
cherries in the spring.
Casting a glance at the pale moon
while the wild wind was
howling to the north.
Ruler of the skies
as the morning stars sang together,
looking different today.
In the shadows of her lace fan,
the silky blossom on the
kimono dress.
Embroided with the silver thread
of moonlight, encrusted with
the diamonds of night.
The great ocean waves can't destroy
her purple throne.
Although left all alone, she will
never surrendor.
The obediance will suffocate
from her light, rising like the sun
after the dusk once again.
Because she is... the Empress*
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
Fresh cut grass ,
the smeel is cast
that hidden stone is
clear and white atlast
It's grain is smooth
from rain and soot
Live again you ancient bed
of that passed river
which was ounce said
to hold
the earth
to balance
Uncountable names
stories forever muffled to die
in vain
A people so wide,
the crowd so many
someone like you
probably lies here too.
Layers of Time
that all mix up
to a bundle of nothing
A piece of cloth, a needle and a bone
inbetween messengers
from dead things
to home
They went down the ground
like worms, mice and
burnt wood
Yet the grass dosen't carry their burden
for it's there you went and stood
upon their past
Not even sheding a tear
not even trying to hear
And some still hope life never ends
that you never go to sleep
Salvation
the ultimate cup of coffee
fresh enough
to grind your way through eternity
buying you
a good class ticket
to the Postcard Scenery of
Lambs and Serenity
Fresh cut grass ,
the smeel is cast
that hidden stone is
clear and white atlast
Clouds approach:
I must resort
Farewell you lands
of Tears and Hope
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
The clouds, the sky,
the blue within.
My heart, my eyes,
looking for a friend.
The sun, the rays,
the warmth that lies beneath.
Her words, her thoughts,
have me talking through my teeth.
The grass, the grenery,
it's dieing this time of year.
My heart, my eyes,
have been nothing but sheding tears.
The water, the lake,
so calming in it's presence.
I'm asking, I'm begging,
for respect and nothing less.
The thunder, the lightening,
the calm before the storm.
It flashes, deep inside,
my heart which is torn.
The rain, the hail,
it pours over the ground.
I'm shaking, I'm breaking,
and there's no one around ...
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC
I'll be waiting for that day
The day when I don't even care
whether someone really screamed your name
or it's just a stranger with the similar name
The day when I don't even bother to cry at night
when people remind me about us
The day when I put smile on my face
and you're not the reason behind it
The day when I can lay my head down,
without feeling sad
without sheding a tear
The day when I run
not because of the things I've been avoiding
but because of the things I've been pursueing - before I met you
The day when my world
doesn't revolve around you.
I'll be waiting
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
I got drunk, ecxited thinking
I would be sinking into something
I was to afraid of thinking
Making some progress moving
Through all the feelings looming
Everyday perhaps sheding
Some light
On why my chest gets tight
Instead I just keep thinking
About sneaking in and waking
This perfect handsome man
And sleeping in his arms
Were I want so desperately to belong
Wondering if he is looking forward to uncovering
Me
But I’m paitiantly waiting to see the
Look on his face
Taste the in the air
Make a move change the pace,
take me
I’m begging, I’m shifting,lifes changing
I’m aiming to change the way things
Have always been
You are the best reason I’ve ever had to hold my breath and jump in.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Softly whispering nothings from each of his lips,
He promised he would cure the hurt,
And gave her his heart, which caused her alert.
In reply to his gift, the girl backed away,
"*For no one has lived here,
Not even for a day,
No one can break this,
And that's why I can't stay*"
He poured out 'I love you's
and wished for one kiss,
but the girl had already run,
leaving behind the bliss.
For years he tried to catch her,
Only to watch her scrape her knees,
If she only knew,
He held everything she needs.
For him to understand the feeling,
Of falling without falling at all,
is complicated and terrifying,
For running is what she knows, and it's all she can recall.
"*Please don't mind me,
I'll be going on my way,
I know I will never see you,
Beyond the dreams I can't keep at bay*."
He begged for her hand,
He promised the sky,
He wanted this girl,
She was the apple to his eye.
*I cannot keep running,
I cannot keep fleeing from your face,
I cannot keep pretending,
I didn't want that place*
She'll wish she wasn't suffering,
from missing out on what's real,
and he'll go on believing,
her heart will always be sealed.
"*Hurt is all I can offer,
Because I live in great fear,
that someday we'll have wrecked our perfect paradise,
and someday we won't be able to heal*."
She'll give an excuse for every attempt,
Of love he tried sheding,
From the deepest of depths.
She's sheilded herself,
Cold, bare, alone.
And the boy has stopped waiting,
For his heart to come home.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 2:52 AM UTC
Im right here waiting with you.
She calls and we're both worried sick.
Her mom seems to have lost it
And she couldn't avoid not being hit.
Our blood boils, till our brains no longer think clearly.
Until finally we both become wearily.
You love her like any best friend should,
No it goes beyond that, more like a never ending sisterhood.
I hear it your voice the way you care for her.
And I try talking and just being here,
However she hangs up on me,
And I hope shes not sheding tears.
But who could avoid it?
No crying for someone you love dear.
Even I cried for her friend.
The one who is not saying a word because she doesnt reprimand.
The way her mom is treating her must've torn a hole.
Inside her now 16 years of lyfe that she has treated as a toll.
She's a beautiful person that doesnt deserve this.
And my friend the one that hung up on me,
She knows no matter what we do all we can do is wait.
For the next day to come along so we can be there and give,
A life she deserves surrounded by love.
A life that reminds her we need her to live.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
The water of the indigo river rushing, singing to the city to be clean and clear
Rapids flying, and from the sky falls crystals that wash over us all
Like seeds from the stars
The river with turbulant energy crashes through the land cutting its own path as if with a fine tuned consciousness
Shifting paradigms
Some fear, misunderstand and reject the river
Yet it cannot be contained by concrete dams
It sees through the facades
Sheding light with keen perception
Finding insight in solitude from the world around
The indigo river holds many secrets
Like an old soul still whispering to the spirits of days long forgotten
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
One Day, That Day, Someday....
Just in the glance of one pupil she grasps the attention of millions.
They just don't know it yet, neither does she....
Even though the mending of her heart is far from done, but I am far from abandoning her in her time of need.
Hopefully somehow or someway I would meet her face to face and see that loving smile and gorgeous face... Maybe, somehow or someday.
I couldn't bare the thought of her sheding a tear. Her love is in the right place, but somewhat her heart needs more space.
Without that space, she loathes herself everyday for the snake to carry on out of her way. For her to move on and see better days.
In retrospect, the quest to her heart is probably far from long. Although its better to have some love then not.
Images, flashes, and lights all the same; what I imagine is her all day.
Consideration is key, cause she is so meek; do not push so much or she'll push back and be stuck once again so horribly bleak...
The most shred of happiness I have is with see, I wish I could come to you for you to see; I'm not like all those other tools.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
People expect desperation of shattered love to happen at 4:00am on a lonely Tuesday.
Wanting. Waiting.
Tears sheding from the soul landing into the pitted darkness of emptiness on your pillow.
Or would that would be a romantic paradise.
And then there are people who expect desperation of shattered love to be only when your heart shakes with weakening knees.
Craving. Chasing.
Anxiously pacing, ears awake for the defining ring that your silence ridden phone will never obtain.
Or would that be a romantic paradise.
And then there is a real desperation of shattered love which is unexpected at midday's most peaceful.
Smiling. Surprising.
But then realising that the hole in your heart is bleeding their name and so suddenly you dont know what to do with your head.
Maybe that is romance in its finest paradise.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
This is for the girl
Who is told that she is beautiful but won't believe it
This is for the girl
Who sits down at the corner of a bathroom crying and cutting herself with a blade
This is for the girl
Who has had her heart torn by the spears of 20 men
This is for the girl who won't stop reading this poem without sheding a tear
God made you beautiful and you are given a special gift and purpose to be on the grounds of earth
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
I see people all around blind to everything.
Innocent to the world
People who know no hardship
What it's like for heart break to strike
Like a knife stabbing your heart
Or waking up from nightmares
Haunting ghosts telling you
"Your worthless"
Falling asleep after sheding tears
I look at people and wonder
How you can sleep at night
Not knowing how empty
I feel inside
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
There she sits with her thoughts drowning her.
There she sits with your judgements choking her
and stepping on her
and killing her.
You don't know how much your words are darting towards her with knives that are sharper than a needle.
It would be nice if the needle
is injecting morphine
but rather it is injecting death.
Death of an unwanted soul
that only ever dreamed to be wanted.
Death of a girl who kept on trying
and trying
to meet the standards of society.
But then even if she becomes the president of her class
or has the highest grades
it would never be enough to shield her from your never ending criticisms.
You say it as if it's a joke.
To you they are always just jokes.
But to to her those jokes are
shading away
the paths which she thought were always alight.
In the darkness under the clouds you have made from her sheding tears,
she bawls for understanding
which will never rain on her.
And while she lies on her bed
with monsters feeding
on her heart and mind,
you lie on yours sleeping soundly
with dreams of
rainbows and unicorns.
How can you ever sleep
not realizing the greatest damage
you have caused in a girl's mind?
How can you ever sleep
not knowing
that you have destroyed
her inner persona
and have shattered her dreams
right before her own innocent eyes leaving her with no choice but to
just watch.
What kind of a monster
can ever sleep with that?
What kind of a monster
can ever live with that?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC