"sitted" poems
A young girl is walking on a sinuous and rough trail.
Wounds and scratches have found its place in her body, so frail.
As she reached the end of the pathway, she began to feel decrepit and impuissant that she wanted to discreetly skreigh.
On a cloudy dark night, a boy appeared in the fog.
He said
Everthing will be okay..
Don't worry..
Just take my hand..
He took her to a place
that is very bright,
dazzling that it hurts
her heavy eyes.
They both sitted on an evergreen
well-groomed grass.
She noticed the beautiful scenery that appeared.
It calmed her mind,
her heart,
her whole being.
The sun shines,
the water by the river is crystal blue,
the breeze of the wind blows her hair.
She have seen the skies,
the birds and the flowers
surrounded by tall trees.
This place is filled with love, joy and happiness.
This is the place that she can choose to be with
or she can be in another world..
- Ella Salvador
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
One day after working for long I was taking a nap,
A pure white dove in the form of love, came & sitted in my lap.
I was shocked and also amaze,
I never thought about and never craze.
I was thinking what to do, keep with me or let her flew
Suddenly, my attention went on dove,
So sweet & So cute, I gone silent my feelings gone mute.
Heart was beating but mind was quite,
Is this a trap or everything alright?
Leave it and let it be, I thought..
With the passage of nights and days,
I was changing in many ways,
sometime I was dark, sometime I was grey,
I was behaving like an actor in Life's Play.
I was learning new things from dove,
How to Hate and How to Love.
How to accept and How to refuse.
How to have fun and How to amuse.
I was so happy and so amused.
One day dove came and refused,
Dove said Its the time when I have to fly,
You learnt everything from me, Now learn How to CRY
That was the day when dove left my lap,
I remain silent for a long time gap.
Then I realized, sometime Life teach a lesson in the form of dove,
finally..
I learnt what I need, I will win yes indeed.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
it’s so simple
I just have to cry. for a while.
I know heaven is the only perfect place for you to rest now
and met up again with your beloved one
my Granny
hope God do take care of you two in his place.
I do missing the smell of your black coffee
mix with your high nic ciggar
I do missing your deep voice calling out my name
the way you talk
the way you see the world and just try to fix it a little.
you have an awesome kids
my father just as tough as you
and hope that also running in my blood
Sorry gramps I always being a little late in everything
if only I could have a chance to spend another day with you
even just for an hour I’ll be sitted next to you just to watch
and listen carefully to the story of your life.
and I do hate the part of being grow up
I dont have any spare time to spend with my old man
with you gramps
Now I have come to understand
the way it is, the way of life.
you’ve got this look I can’t describe
without a doubt you’re on my side
and it always gonna be my biggest mistake
not being there to give my last honor to you Gramps..
in your honor
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
Here I am sitted again
Options laid before me
Another path so enticing
Too many meals before me
All these calling out my name
How do I choose just one
My feet longs for every path
My tongue waters for every bite
Just then heart whispers contentment
So I followed my heart and found peace
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
I'm sitted down here
I'm sitted down here thinking
Of all the wrongs that could have
Been rights,thinking about all
The foolish things I made
Because of selfish reasoning
I'm sitted down here
Thinking of all the heart breaks and
Pain that I'v caused you
All the "this is too much" I've made
You feel.all the "he doesn't love me"
Iv made you feel
I'm sitted down here thinking
About the permanent scars that
Are marked in your heart,the wounds
And sores I'v caused you, the "I'm ok"
Iv made you feel.
I'm sitted down here
Thinking about all your insecurities
That were secure enough to make
You love me
All the pain that was hard enough
To make you smile and say
"I'm fine"
I'm sitted down here thinking
About all the lies iv told you only
Because my mentality was that
Time flies.
Thinking about all the "you just a ***
Iv said to you but truth is
"You just an angel"
I'm sitted down here
Regreting all the things I'v said
And wishing I could just turn
Back time and make you realise
That you worth more than the
Pain you burry yourself in,
More than your secure insecurities
More than your perfect heart and
Smile
More than your clean soul,and
Beautiful face
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
There i look
there where my help lies
there where cometh my hope
there where Angels fly
there where gold is incomparable to its beauty
there where sitted the feary one
To the hills where cometh my help
............There i look..............
And when all of my strenght is gone
and when there be no help from man
and when all melodies are gone
and when loneliness my companion
and when men rejects me
and when i cannot cope
from there cometh my hope
from there i here a new song
from there my strenght is renewed
from there my loneliness is taking away
to the hill where cometh my help
............There i look.............
When sorrows abounds
when brokeness my companion
when pains ravages the walls of my heart
when i am persecuted for the things i most embrace
............There i look............
There where my help lies
there where cometh my hope
there where Angels fly
there where gold is incomparable to its beauty
To the hills where cometh my help
..........There i look............
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
The Earth went silent,
it was the aftermath of the End;
the crooked shadows crept between all spaces,
then the Cloudfolks returned.
They stood still watching at us,
it was during an August eclipse.
"Pitiful are the sleepers who don't dream." Spited to me one of them.
So s/he took my hands and gave me a sphere,
s/he told me:
"You shall not swear your life in vacuity."
And so I knew it was time,
it was time of tempests, and beautiful extinctions,
it was a time of grief and sharp pain.
Their eyes were black as void,
those fuzzy white cloaks were cold, and those hands...
And before I could even awake, one sitted in my bed and whispered gently to my ear:
"Embrace the Omega."
And so I did.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
I am a poet
Sitted under the tree that breeze life
Grew inspirations
That impregnate words
That birth lines
The daughter of verses
On a floating leaf of pages
I am a poet
That listen to the beautiful paradox of pens
I climbed trees to the paragon of perfection
I'm the rhythm of the heart
Blossom of attraction
And a song of lovers' reaction
I am a poet
A painter
That can't draw
A straight line
A dancer
Stepping on toes
With a nervous shake
I am a poet
A voice of change
Advocating for peace
A face of progress
Crying for love
I act like a politician
With no lies
And no silver tongue
I stand as speakhng dumb
Saying no to corruption
I am a poet
That write for glory of the printed ink
To climb the pyramid
And look down to find out what you know
I pen for the living and the dead
The spirits in the wind
To the open road ahead
To the ghosts who sing joyfully for the living
I am a poet
Who happily suffer
For what I love doing
A poet who put himself through misery
For poetry
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
For the sake of betterness or quickness,
The life is all about developing own customized extensions or plugins .
Better sitted pees
Better stand-up pees
Better view
Better trails
Better quality
Better quantity
Better pace
Better Understanding
Better likability
Better knowledge
Better green
Better pleasure
Better writes
Better disorientation
Better philosophy
Better stimulation
Better cycles
Better science
Better calculus
Better reads
Better rain
Better gulps
Better art
Better calendars
Better wilderness
Better awakening
Better flirting
Better cooking
Better carpentry
Better tactics
Better silence
Better touch
Better light
Better technology
Better sunsign
Better blue ticks
Better mixing
Better chaos
Better mutation
Better round-tables
Better deals
Better excretion
Better burial
Better fertilization
Better moon
Better sun
Better fun
And It rhymed , thereby set for n number possibilities.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
I see
An ancient piece
Touched all over with dust studs
And smeared through with a peculiar tint
A faded shade of youth
I hear
Its beating whisper
A tick now, a tock in close distance
A repeated chain of similar notes
A one and only song from the day of its conception
I understand
Its silent message, simple yet dynamic
One of position and precision,time and season
Ever changing
This ancient piece,a messenger it is
A messenger of Time
It carries with it, tales from the past and stories for the future
I see, I hear, I understand
The Grandfather Clock
Sitted so elegantly at that corner of my living room.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
I am sitted close to far away, and I am admiring your physical features like a disabled person
I am but a writer but here to Impregnant your demons
So tell me handsome man, does your charming face match your ***** mind?
Pliz do tell me young lady is that the Man you want wrapped around yours hands?
Happy to be loved yet remember love hurts more than hate
And there is no love like hate
So I hate you to the extent I start to love you!
I am but a writer but here to Impregnant your demons
Let my seeds grow in a season which only has ten seconds
You do nothing but let them multiply seven by seven
Now dear poet write as if I am your father
I WRITE ONLY TO INSPIRE!
I use simple words to confuse an enemy
My Deuteronomy, Difficult words will only make him happy
I am but a Writer but here to impregnant your demons
Samples and traces at the place where we first kissed say
that I carry Satan's D.N.A
don't be scared now dear lover,
love me as if I am your baby's father
I'd love to see you dressed in fire
Lets INSPIRE!
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
Beclouded by your thoughts
I'm sitted in the darkness of love
Should I go
Or should I not ?
This state of discombobulation
Keeps me wandering with no destination
I try to obliviate
But my heart still aches
It bleeds like an uncontrollable river flow that has no terminus
Now its just me..no "us"
The truth of our love is now false
I'm lost
Trying to find my way out of depression
I scream for help
No one hears
Its just the voices in my head
But none seems to be yours
Now buried and gone is my trust
When you were needed, you never showed up
Well ,I guess your time is up
And my love is finally lost .
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
The mirror lies broken with fragments littered on the floor
Rectangular little pieces and square shaped remnants
Scattered images of me embedded in star-shaped glasses
Like yoghurt left in the open, this love has gone sour.
Tick-tock, tick-tock the clock counts each hour
As I wait to hear from one whose mouth now seem duct taped.
A thousand pieces of me cut into shreds by just one pieced you.
A thousand pieces...
Sitted on the floor, oblivious to the giggles and happy sounds of laughter
Or the different sounds the evening meals make
As people go about their business like my pain does not exist.
"Come and eat", one of them calls out to me.
Can't she see that my heart's hunger cannot be satisfied
By meals high in protein or fibre contents?
Like a child suffering from malnutrition, my heart lies
Somewhere where it belongs, nestled on a network of arteries
A masterpiece of heart bathed in red yet craving for something.
One heart, one story, one me.
I pick a broom to sweep the little pieces of me and I saw her
Eyes on one piece, ears on another piece
I can't help but smile, even a broken mirror wants to dramatically tell of how scattered this life is.
Like a yoghurt left in the open, love well deserved gone sour.
You wear your emotions like a three -pieced suit
The pefect gentleman, heart enclosed in a castle like fortress
One piece you, a hundred pieces of me at your heels.
Or so I thought.
But then I met this guy while I was picking up pieces of me you had left behind.
He knelt beside me, wrists bleeding as He picked each broken piece
And handed me back to myself.
When I cried, His tears flowed too, it was like we shared organs.
Love mysterious exuded out of Him
Silently He handed each piece but not before He cleaned it up
And when He was done I was holding me in my hands
But yet I was one and the same person.
Then He turned and started walking away
Wait! I called out. "Who are you?"
"What do you want from me?"
He turned and for the first time I saw His face
Love!
They say they found me talking to myself
I know I was talking to Love.
They say Love made me mad
How do you love Love Himself?
I know He said so
He left one piece of Him for me
He said He was the only piece I needed.
One Christ, One Lord, One Love
Three pieces wrapped in one.
This zig-zag love story now triangular
Me, my Love and whoever is willing to complete it
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
We're staring into empty spaces,
while we're sitted side by side.
We're having empty conversation,
over cigarette tonight.
The walls are closing in on us,
and we're wondering why.
It's just you and me,
and our cigarette stained lies.
We're talking to ourselves inside,
yet not a single word here.
My head is saying something else,
yet my heart holds you dear.
I really want to hold you,
and never let you go.
But baby there is so much more,
that you shouldn't know.
With no words,no reasons,
I pull you in closer to me.
Just one more lie tonight,
over our cigarette stained lie, just let it be.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
I have been sitted in a train thinking about yesterday
We rubbed our nose's, kissed and wrote a new chapter of our lives
A day we spent at the beach looking at the freshwater as l cried tears of joy
A day that vividly happens when l close my eyes
My lady I invite you to dine with my family
because you are the love of my life.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 10:40 AM UTC
Right there in the shore of the forest,
where inspiration has known me by name,
there,right there,that very place,
where my footfall is familier to the ears of sitted grasses
To that place i resigned from my comfort zone
At dawn to pay attention to nature's call.
And right there that very place,
i saw one lying blind to the beauty earth
As being no longer of this life
Am sure,he was wrung of his own soul,
The breath in his nostril has ceased,
i saw people moving with murmuring lips forming circle round about his remain,
As they whisper in strange voices unknown to me
As he laid still motionless,
Right in that thick forest where i hover around bound with head full of reasons
Right there in that forest
they conterminate with the body of one wrung of his own soul.
In time and in season i move in alas
pondering on the cold heartedness of men,
Still am without the knowledge of his crime
For he was young and unaged.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:14 AM UTC
On this lonely night
i know not sleep
in thinking of you
my heart knows brokeness
sitted upon my lips broken songs of loneliness
om my radio tuned i to listen
all i hear is missing you
tears rolled down my eyes
weakness i feel all over me
your grips on me so firmly
do you feel what i feel?
do you hear what i hear?
Whispering sounds of love songs
all i hear from the winds of time
your place in my heart
is no other suitable
come! mop my tears with your silky hairs
let your lips kiss away my loneliness
let me know wholeness from the warmth of your
embrace
come to me!!
Come to me!!
My darling you.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
The wind blowing side by side
As am sitted in a chair
my eyes open
widely like those of an owl
I may stop thinking about it
but can't stop imagining;
will it be possible for me,
shall I make it there;
and if I do shall I Maintain it!
I wish to take a step to my bed
and cover up for wormth
but I keep thinking that
i could miss the message
ofcourse its harder than I thought
both veiling my lack with a shadow
I see how close I am
but I realize how distant it goes
lack by both; was sent to me
but hopes keep fading in fear.
once I get hold of it
my eyes will then close not to have
any other.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Impatient nightmares that no longer wait for sleep
This is all his eyes ever bared witness to
Sitted at the dinner table
His daily bread awaits
A plate full of colourful round pills
His silence is overshadowed by the echoes from his chewing
The only explanation given to the boy about his touch :
By the touch of his hands
Matter will decay
His nose defies the Creator
His nose would rather serve purpose to sniff
The cause being the sad little voices
Whispering in his ear, conspiring with his conscious
Picture the boy writing on paper
Blood flowing from his heart to ink his pen
This is how his poem goes
...................................................................
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
Darkly atmosphere,
Wind of despair,
City of sitted sorrows,
Ruptured hearts of agony
Deeper than wounds.
All gone,Hope lost,
Fortunes,wealth of treasure harvest,
Painful pleasure,sacrificial pains of no reward gained.
Seasons of labour gone with the wind.
Minds of men darker and blacker full of horrows.
Even the devil pauses in marvel,
savagery of no salvage,
demonically many about creativity,
land full of mines,traps of dug pits.
Foes Upon woes,
Land without pity,city of no mercy.
Harvest of doom,gathering of of woe.
End! End! End!
World's End.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
If not for eyes hosting me with mischief,
With lips of sitted deceptions,
If not for character without conduct,
And reasons without musings.
I could hold you,
I could embrace you,
I could Kiss you
And feel not atom of guilt.
No doubt,you're tender and beautiful.
Yes fragile and delicate.
Truely innocent and unlearned,
Yet with my romantic touch
Will i in no wise corrupt your moral character conduct.
For that which my heart holds for you,
Even Angels envy.
In longing passion,
I long for your love
You're my desire,
My forever.
My destiny.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
Your *** is one,
Surgeries done,
Still none,
Flat ***
Your back hurts,
When u be sitted,
Your *** is to blame,
'cuz it ain't fitted,
To be soft or round
But you try to get around
Hiding, sliding, binding,
Long black clothe,
Not to show,
But you know,
Your weist below,
Is a hoax.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
My eyes are filled with major insecurities
I never thought that this was who I was meant to be
Through all the abuse, damage and pain that I went through
Who knew that this was where I'd end up to be
No longer being that joyful girl that opened her heart to everyone around her
No longer carrying that smile for a mile which would help someone in need somewhere out there
She became a sad little prisoner
In her own world
Shutting everything and everyone out because she was afraid to love again
to accept all that was her
because of all that she went through
She became me and I became her
a girl sitted down, broken and less full of emotions I might add...
When you see me bear in mind that I'm no longer who I used to be
but rather I'm someone minding my own because the world has shown me it
and that has changed who I am forever more
My new identity lies within my tears
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
this keeps me daunted from the haunted houses and bottled wines sitted and lying down the bench with the glaring spotlight above casting a smaller shadow of my ego and my shattered self-belief.
crying with a bottle of wine
a left hand for the nicotine, another hand for the holy alcohol; I try not to think about death but he craves for my heartbeat down through the darkness and oblivion forever silencing my faith. I hear the screaming silence and the caged agony beneath my soul.
i will mourn for the death of my happiness yes i am vulnerable like a starving naked man whipping and lashing out the inner physicality and dual virtues of our humanity.
i will follow what I want but I will give them what they need;
let my thoughts bleed and fly high on the sky of fallen angels and let the baphomet drag me below the caverns of the rocky earthly world as he welcomes me to eternal damnation
all just because i’m
crying with a bottle of wine.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
Im sitted here
Right infront of you
Supposedly celebrating our anniversary
I had it all planned out in my head
For hours ,for days
I pictured the way it was suppose to be
Silly of me to think id go perfectly the way i thought in my stupid head
Here you are
Not a word spoken to me
A silent dinner date
Not the first time
Expectations really disappoints us
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC