"slighty" poems
As a reflection of innocence slighty confusing to a stranger has subsided into a rebellion of insecurities placed among the many situations in which I've faced along this trail.
In myself I search for answers to questions bundled up inside to better understand my current state of mind I am alone with thoughts gone crazed about the reality I know so well.
I view the world as dark and gray held captived by a few occasions that seem happy, still the rest are disturbed over evil plots to fill in the blanks.
This world to me is by far the saddest for there's too much pain and sorrow at which point it encaves us all.
Although sometimes when the sun rises into beauty reflecting light it tends to release the soul.
As a reflection of innocence slighty confusing to a stranger yet not so uncertain to the one contemplating these enstrange thoughts.
Hence, I am alone within myself whereas I lost all love towards those I onced loved as I discover myself trapped in a maze just like a rat, but escape towards freedom wanting to succeed by coming up fresh.
I am the best I've surpassed the test, therefore I know my path to pass the rest in a life that's shown me truths beneath their deception.
I am the leader of this trail slighty confused, we all are; it's how I viewed myself....
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
Apon are arrival once at times seemed questionable
We were greated by none.
hawaii had spoiled us to all other airport experiences
Were else could a half hunover yet slighty buzzed madman
stumble from a plane to encounter a beautiful woman in a grass
and cocunut bra once even now made me thirst for for a pina collada.
But in in canada there was nothing to greet us there but cold
As we stumbbled around dressed like soon to be doomed criminals awaitting trial.
Cananda its slogan should have been.
Welcome to Cannada it's really ******* cold.
But we knew where to find warmth in this enviroment.
Or for that matter any enviroment.
For we were drunks or as i liked to think of it consistant drinkers
And on are journey into this land of freezing weather maple syrup
and ice hockey.
We had one true goal.
we had come to drink Cannada dry.
No bar would untouched No bottle would not know are name.
we would hit on many women.
Score with a few and say we had slept with many.
I was a religeous man and i need to get in touch with with the spirts
The spirts of Canadian mist Jim beam And my old stand by spirt Gin
It was a bold mission for which we had set forth.
Are livers were alredy beaten to almost a pulp but
we still somehow still walked and functioned in disquise of
semi normal human beings but nothing was further from the truth
we were writters was ment we were professional crazy people
On a mission to depleet this icey land of its alcohol
an drink canada dry
Oct 18, 2009
Oct 18, 2009 at 12:34 PM UTC
Yesterday I turned 24
I got everything I could wish for,
I evenn got a unicorn.
I seen everyone I adore & love,
If there was a cloud 9
I'd float slighty above.
Chocolate cake
That my my son
Wanted to smash in my face.
I stayed in the house all day
And lounged around like a ***
Eating eggs cereal and pizza
With my bf & son.
Pretending to clean,
And "get dressed"
I didn't drink,
Not even a shot,
Go out or party, I did not.
I just spent my day day
Inhaling love and peace
Doing whatever came to me.
24 feels way different then 23.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Aye wassup man, how you been?
I know I haven't come and visit in a long time
I guess I've been caught up in this crazy world of mine
Might as well share a piece of mind
Mom and dad are doing just fine
JJ finally staying outta trouble and no longer in the acts of crime
While jannette pregnant &
Lil ray ray about soon turn nine
**** I ain't fine
I gotta lotta stress that leaks outta my cracked skull
My vivid imagination starting to become slighty dull
I can't hold on to this life, it's hard for me to handle the horns of the bull
Seems since you've left tragedy took your place
Mixed emotions with every woman
Smiles replaced by a dying face
Lost in translation, can't seem to put my words in the right place
Cussing out of anger and applyin pressure to prey, just to see how much pressure they could take!
I'm a monster, I'm pretending to heal the burns of my devilish flames
I'm done with the idea of change
I promise ya *** I'd always stay the same!
It's not you who I blame!
I just am a savage lion who stuck in a cage
Placed in an internal rage!
I just want you to come home
The needles took my bestfriend
While temptation wouldn't leave him alone!
6 years and now I'm grown..still questions linger in my mind "could I have stopped him!?" Living in a world full of the unknown
Taking a risk by writing this and finally speaking my honest truth
Thinking of the sight of you letting the gun shot barrel loose
Close my eyes, put the headphones on and put my sarrows in a world sound of rhythmic mute.
I told you imma write my story and make us a star
I'll allow the world to know you, read my pain...lift the book from my heart and see my open scars.
Prayers as I look up to the stars.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
By Arcassin B & Soul
AB
Medicine birds,
With only one purpose to maintain in saving lives,
Weird spirits visited my bedroom,
Is something that I don't realize,
But you do,
And we don't,
We just try to find a way,
Pay some dues,
You're still wrong,
Also try not to perish away,
SS
The trail was SO long
The sun beat like a sledge
I knew I'd never make it
I was past the edge.
As I lay there by a bush
I heard the strangest cry
I'd heard of them...
The Medicine Birds
It looked me in the eye.
I wept and said, "please
Help me! For I am bereft!
I'm lost in this desert
And have no water left!"
The magic bird flapped its wings
Water from the tips!
It let water from its feathers
Cool my burning lips.
AB
Can make cold nights,
Handling Me,
Comfortably,
Emotionally,
Slighty scratch the sides of your brain,
Blocking memories,
With only one purpose to maintain in saving lives,
Creating new prayers,
Is what we aim to strive,
Handling me,
I don't think you can,
Drop dead in he abyss,
We're the medicine birds,
You have to believe in this,
SS
Beatific Bird!
Westward flying...
Sparks and rainbows
Flash from her wings
Beautiful healer
She is dying...
She bright and bronze
Prevents death's sting,
AB
Early bird , gets the worm,
Wings be free from dying,
Lost in shambles,
Beautiful colors is the genre,
Or as well as a fling,
Peach pealer,
You're not lying,
Speaking in tongues,
No one knows what death will bring.
AB
Medicine birds,
With only one purpose to maintain in saving lives,
Weird spirits visited my bedroom,
Is something that I don't realize,
But you do,
And we don't,
We just try to find a way,
Pay some dues,
You're still wrong,
Also try not to perish away.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Lon, lon, lon
Disdain emerges and clings up to my eyes.
Lon, lon,lon
I stop and mumble, rainbow and sunrise.
Lon, lon, lon
How words can break, they crumble
lon, lon, lon
I abstain of sorrow, I **** to stay humble.
Lon, lon...longer
I sing a song and I tumble, slighty used, nights I borrow.
Lon, lon, lon
And on I ramble,
September is almost gone.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Honey dew fragrance causes me to turn my head slighty as she walks by me. Mixed with simmering tension.
Five feet and two inches of perfection that is truely in the eye of the beholder but much more. What more? You ask. I see dancing
Indifference.
Sweetnes and light. Itching for a fight
Itching for submission. Sweet submission if the pieces fall
In place just right. Just so..baby let me.
Be the one.
The one.
Slow your roll.
Your roll
A slow roll . The prescription.
Then stabbing lightening.
Then sweet oblivion.
If you let me in.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
You once asked me why I never left.
"Familiarity" was my answer.
I often answered my phone without looking who was calling me but once I heard your voice, i already knew it was you.
You had the habit of sneaking up on me, but even a couple meters away I already know that you're around. Your scent that smells like coffee and cigarettes with a pinch of lavander lingers through the air and I already knew that you were there.
We used to stay all night on our rooftop just to see the stars I loved. I counted every plane that would pass by and you would count the hours of sleep you get from then on. For a moment there was silence and I knew you fell asleep, even breaths and slighty snoring, but i dont mind. I loved the way your face's calms when you sleep, your lips curve at one side and your eyebrows not scrunched up like always. From then on, i knew i would love to wake up everyday to your view.
After a couple of months you asked me why I was leaving you.
"Familiarity" was my answer.
Days would pass and you seldomly call or text me. The only time i could hear your voice was when I look through our old videos.
Time was never on our side, we suddenly had no time for each other. There were no more time for making out, no more time for some warm hugs, no more time to share how was our day. No more time to say and let the other feel loved.
It rained and there were no stars in the sky that night. I fell asleep on the window seat, watching every raindrop fall on the glass. The next morning when I woke up, it was like you were never there.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
The way we walk
The way we talk
How we look
The way we took
The love we thought we deserved
But now I'm slighty disturbed
Of how expectations detain our imagination
With no further statement
Of debate or suspicion
That our lives aren't to be demolished
They are to be lived the way we want them
Not the way their expected
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
"When you look at me baby, what do you see?"
You said, as you softly rest you hand on my knee.
Briefly, my eyes broke free from your piercing glare and as if my mind was gasping for air,
I gently ran my hand through your hair, still feeling the warmth on my face from your stare,
With a low, mellow voice and a sigh, I finally found the words to speak.
"Darling, if only you knew how often this question comfronts me, how often this question has silenced me. With every passing day I share with you beside me, this question. apears in my mind and slowly
it cripples me."
I could see the confusion grow in your eyes as your mind danced in disbelief.
"You see, this question has not haunted me daily because of an answer I fear, if that were the case my thoughts would be clear.
This question repeats in my head with asnwers that have no end,
It digs deeper with every glimpse of understanding, accounting for many nights without sleep.
This question I think, is meant to be answered another day.
Not today, this question can only be answered when there are no other days ahead of me."
I let my hand brush against your cheek slighty, just before resting under your chin.
Lightly I lift your face towards mine and just before our lips meet, I softly say.
"So baby, let me hold on to this answer,
let it grow within me. Just as my love for you grows with each passing day, the light i see in your eyes grows elegantly. When our days together finally reach their end and we lay our heads down to sleep. I will take your hand once again, look into your eyes and explain every detail of this angel I see before me, then I will kiss your lips one last time. Laying you to rest with a smile as we close our eyes …"
A question without an end, can only be answered, once you reach the end..."
- Brandon Stephenson
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
my eyes are still stained red
from every moment you weren't
there for me when I was lost
in my own head
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
I'm older,
I'm tired, and it shows.
I'm slighty cynical, very sensitive, questioning everything I've ever done
A midlife crisis, you could suppose.
In a week of 7 days
Somehow I muster strength for a few good things
I'm still a dreamer (and I'm not the only one)
But disappointment, no answers, bad experiences sting
And yet I don"t want to change
I miss the peace and purity of heart
But not the naivety and being played and endless trying
I like that I'm more street smart
So I am stuck, not better sometimes bitter
not here neither there
I think I've moved on, only to find I'm back at square one
Sometimes gasping for air
At times even this glass half empty is glass half full
I believe everyone comes to a standstill
I believe it's utterly necessary to go back to the drawingboard
To get wisdom, capacity and to be filled.
I'm older,
I'm tired, and it shows.
However, with God this may be a new beginning.
Who knows?
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
I wonder to the bar and see lipstick
tags holding on to lonely sticks.
A stirring of moments, melting pots of
relaxing reflection they called it dove.
As your worries fly away with everyone
you have, and then I'm served and done.
Collecting my shuffling skills to weave
the ocean of others, our drinks we've
been able to keep from sinking on others.
Thirsty friends awaiting our return, like
maidens on the shore, smiling a dislike
for a wrong drink brought. acting childlike.
But he holds no argument as butts lay
static. We were the sailors escaping the spray.
Telling them of our journeys and sights seen,
mouths a gasp at observing a beautiful scene.
A number taken with but a glance of smiling
eyes and with a drink brought clearly willing.
He knows that is for another time, as the street
we surrender to. As hunger outweighs sweet
perfumes enticing friends to anchor away from
needing mates. Aromas perforate a needed outcome,
handing over spare change to fulfil a nights hunger.
Laughing as were old, never wishing we were younger.
As wisdom teaches that a fish may swim,
but to much of a good thing can end in a whim.
So one must always leave a little in a glass,
for we need not want our slumber to be on grass.
Awoken in our beds slighty misty eyed but
a nice number in the phone and in my pocket a peanut?
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
light seeps into your room
blinding
winding up your curtains
ever so slighty
to peak through
now look at you shining
standing there
with an air of dignity
what's it like to bloom?
how do I tell you i love you?
complete my sentances
hop on a train to somewhere
far away
look to the sky
see my curves in the clouds
the wind blowing my hair
when you smell the mountain air
call me when you get back
let me know
how ive changed
from so long ago
i didn't know you at seventeen
but I wasn't so squeaky clean
anymore
tell me you adore me
tell me how you've never wanted anything
more
don't make this a scene
we're not funny this way
i just want to a be a person
i just you want to stay
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
I feel like the pavement always
trodden upon.
footprints
Cigarette butts
trash left upon me like I'm not worth it,
But ill have the last laugh cos when you least expect
it where you lay your feet upon me
Slabs
*** holes
cracks that were from your onslaught
Are now the means to fight back, with only sight
upon my undoing you with hard footstep negate
to notice I'm slighty raised and trip in wonderment
as arms flap like a featherless bird and gravity is
you *****
I didn't touch to yet you face plant upon my features
and when you arise
Scratches
bruises
Sense now knocked into you.
For some one will only be underfoot for so long.
before those cracks that you caused will be what
makes you fall into the sense that you should have
paid more attention. Not being used others for your trash talk..
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC