"sleaves" poems
I got a little canoe
and set sail to the moon
I took my bandanna and pulled it tight.
Grand Dads bottle of Makers Mark was my good supply
some Marlboro Smooths and a old swiss army knife incase I got shipwrecked.
I cashed in my last paycheck and told my boss I wasn't comming back
I had a Full Moon to catch and the sun was already setting.
I ran into Johnny **** Eyes at Holiday Gas Station and asked if he had any of them mushrooms still and if he had a extra couple hits of acid..... "Infact he replied I just got myself a quarter and about a 10 strip of acid for myself but your going to the moon right... in that old *** canoe your Grand Dad gave you when he passed away. I replied " Yeah Johnny I got a Harvest Moon thats not gonna be waiting long mind if you just toss me a deal and give me the whole shabang." I pulled a friend card and mentioned the time I hooked him up with 4 double stack X pills back in the day and also cut him a deal on a Rothbury ticket. Needless to say he handed that **** over. So back to the river shore where I began the tale I was scared of what was to come, I was scared to just leave without anyone knowing. I put on my old converse sneakers strapped up my suspenders put a little engine oil in my hair to slick it back and rolled my sleaves up in my flannel said a little prayer to Grand Dad that his canoe would make it... I remember watching him build it with his strong hands before the parkinsons kicked in... I remember him telling me that this ****** could go to the moon and back.... so I popped 3 hits of acid took a big swig out of the Makers Mark, Lit a Cig and said to the sky well Grand Dad you better be right.... You better be right
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
The endless search for the upword goal to achieve the one to make the broken be wholei take each step in anticipated failure but ever longing for the success i call this friend hopelet it shine ever brighter as i go on cleaning out my cupboard space, dispossing of all lifes anchorsthis one i remember only by emotion, it tells me of shame of isolation and of fear, begon spread thy ugly wings and fly away,YOU are no longer welcome hereI know this one too, i understand which makes me new, cutting out this crap maybe harder than first thought roll up the sleaves PHEEEW!!!AAAAgh clean cupboards are organised they saprkle leaving room for more to come but i am aware of the constant threat, the junk that creeps itself back in, be me sometimes vaguei shall find you and deal with you straight, i am not she i am not silent i am not alone i I will continue my plight sometimes with anticipated SUCCESSBy Deeanne **
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 10:45 PM UTC
We've lost weight,
and our faces are pale
to hide our aim,
we protect the ace,
with the strength of our mase,
they said we shouldn't talk
Just some minutes to eight,
Pure water and cigarattes,
Not so much at stake,
like a dozen empty crates,
waiting for a bait,
but they said we shouldn't talk
We stood next to the gate,
and five men approached us,
with conspiracy theories
that made our heads burst,
out flowing with disgust and distrust,
but they said we shouldn't talk
They said,
hope for Gods grace,
Like the coperate slaves,
big ties and long sleaves,
or banshee wailing upon hills,
this is pure craze!
we are gaurds of this gates
and you say we shouldn't talk?
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
moving threw the night
moving threw the night
moving threw the night
headlights passing
headlights passing
Button up your shirt
roll down your sleaves
and follow the theives as they steal this night away.
Moving threw the night
moving threw the night
tomorrows already gone
and todays already done
and the future is one more dissapointment
and the present is one more appointment
schedule your life and you'll live in a constant rush
let your life unfold infront of you
and steal these moments away.
Like a thief in the night I'll steal your memories away
like alzhiemers you will forget my face
whos to say that you wont die today
whos to say that your not dead already
and I'm holding unto this utter fear that death is right around the corner
and It just takes one wrong move
into uncomming traffic.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
The night’s coldness have hit me
Breeze full of memories
Of the distant past
Coming to freeze you from reality
And let the old times through
Realizations have cornered my mind
As the wind blew the pain away
Once again the clarity of life
Without the frosted eyes from the year’s pain
Shaved fear off my sleaves
And let the light decorate me
Ornaments hanging beautifully and free
Cakes delightfully plated
Holiday’s blend of happiness and comfort
You’re back again!
-jnldm
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
She pulls in her soul from her heavy sleaves and asks him to love her as she is,
He rises to her every challenge but cannot bring himself to tackle this one thing.
She sees the tremor forming on the fringe,
The edge of everything they have built collapsing in and falling fast.
"I cannot love you, when you are so cold,
your heart is bitter and eternitys old,
Bring back your soul into my embrace,
and let you past fall clear and remove the taint!"
She feels the tears forming fast they flood over onto her cheeks
His hand clutches her face leaving her again feeling fragile and weak.
She feels the warmth in every gesture.
She opens her eyes and lets forth a whisper.
"On your word let these seasons winter,
let my history and pain fall away in splinters.
I choose to live and learn to love,
I say this in witness to those above."
In unity their lips then meet,
Feeling the warmth flow fast and deep,
The first kiss of many to come,
A gift from each of a unmeasurable sum.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 7:05 PM UTC
dont want do nuthing
asylum in stead
smile at pendewlum
as it striking my head
with itchies so passing
i roll down my sleaves
as tree stuck in No Spring
i want
take my leaves
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
stumble down the hall
in the rain of mercury
where the astronauts roam
and the apothecary dances
free
help me to my room
through the skulls
that have piled in the corner
with the cat and her
troupes, wait,
forget the
former
Im a little hazy
little dumb and can't
quite find the **** of
the drum or the key
and the bird over there
is looking at me
nevermind
you can leave
I'll make my home among
these things, its crazy and cold
and ****** and bold
but I think it could be
home.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
When the tears of the sky, come out to play,
I am not willing, here I will stay,
Alone in the darkness, I am the bate,
But where are the monsters? they're showing up late.
The light of the moon, shines down on me,
As I reach up high, I'm almost free,
The bruises don't mask the true issue,
And when they see my skids, they know they are new.
It's then that I realize there are people here,
Thier eyes stare full of terror and fear,
Seeing the needles hang out of myarms,
But I can't be embarrassed, sending these alarms.
I don't know what I'm doing,
It's all become a blurr, constantly moving,
The focus is none, as i fade out,
Wanting the original high, when the cartoons pop out.
Now I see whats truly haunting me,
When I where these sleaves, the only one fooled is me,
So now before the end,
I ask you, Are you a true friend?
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Guardian angel
Where are you now
Your words have faded
Theyre almost gone
If you never come back
I will forgive you
And Ill be fine without you
Ill keep on surviving
Before you leave me for good
I want you to know
I’ll miss you
Forever and always
Wiping my tears on the sleaves of you sweater
It no longer smells like you
It wont shelter me from my fears
But its as close to you that I have
Reminders of you follow me like a shadow
making me feel like Im losing you again
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
If her beauty was on the outside, maybe then she would be heard
If only someone would pause and truly observe
If only he rolled up his sleaves, his cuts would reveal all
If only they noticed, before more would fall
If only teens werent mocked for mental illness
If only this world wanted to notice
They would see shades not only of black and grey
But vibrant colors bleeding, bruised and begging for justice
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
If you go down to the store and buy a soda pop
You'll notice that bottle is nice shiny and filled to the top
You walk out of the store smiling with glee
Ready for the sweet taste of the pop yippee!
But when you crack open the cap the bottle sprays
you never could've seen it would act such a way
Now you're left with a sticky mess
On your shoes and sleaves all the rest
And you think to yourself "wow what a day"
Then you think "Who would behave such a way!"
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC