"sneeking" poems
I held you sleeping shallow breathing
shallow life's and shallow graves
rafters creaking rodent's sneeking
ruining out of time to play
sun is rising not surprising
looks like its my time to go
maybe cupid wasn't lying
out the door ill never know
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 9:41 PM UTC
It’s an absence
Of our entire essence;
Lost I have been among these woods;
My bare feet drum a path of your presence;
Leaves sitting among the branches
Their colorful array of moods.
Murmur a wind from a depth
I’ve once glimpsed behind these trees
For a buried world’s shoulders
Awaken an embrace for my soul;
It’s always been here, hasn’t it?
Always sneeking behind,
Waiting for the day,
I dare.. to turn around.
For in the end, there’s rebirth.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
I miss the type of poetry that
Stirred fire and beget rage upon me
And those who happened to stumble
Upon the things I've carelessly
Strolled into when the weather got cold.
Cigarettes who once kept me warm
Now hold stones at my grave
And oh they laugh for it is not me they
Seek and I envy
The next patron over.
That is the type of words I miss.
I'm sick of that little girl
Sneeking her way into my soul
Even when it's bright outside
And I'm hidden in my own sort of
Shadows.
I yearn for her to disappear among
The midnight movie goers and
****** who just need a little extra cash.
If it weren't for the ***** I'd oblige.
Alas. She once spoke of me in tongues
Known only to me. I think.
Pathological lies dont, never have, done well during
December parade marches and streets.
But that was just me.
I miss poetry that doesn't make sense.
I miss it and yearn to retrieve it.
But she has my head thinking
In block formations.
I have to get out of this town.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
I went deep down in the hole,
not physically but mentally,
i just wanted to be alone.
I couldnt find my words,
to show people where i’d go,
deep down in my emotions,
where darkness was all there was to show.
I searched frantically for guidance,
to try and figure out if this is as far as i should go.
I couldnt find the right time to let everybody know
i could no longer reach my goals.
I was tired and exhausted and i had nothing left,
it’s sad i know.
When you have these pent up feelings
that you never learned to let go,
they start eating at your insides
until you say **** this, its time for me to go.
life's better off without me,
no one will ever even know,
all the **** i had to go through,
to pop this bottle and take it straight to the dome,
pills that faded my vision,
tears that flooded my throat.
my eyes started to close,
left with nothing but remorse.
surprised to see light sneeking in through my eye lids,
hours later, i was blessed i didnt go.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC