"soley" poems
Polished off the filler rods
now lifes got me dreaming
soley about the silver lining
the spooning of the woman on the moon
Keep mapping the schematic, the big move
heading straight to the oil soaked cash
Ready again to make the great dash
This time I'll save my dimes
for those unavoidable hard times
I'll pile it under my matress
a secrete stash thats all mine
Work my *** to the bone
by welding up a storm
Sitting all leathered up
on my light weaver throne
To meditate and consentrate
on 13 times the suns bright
Keep the eyes focused and fixate
count to ten when the mechanics frustrate
Troubleshoot the lines of life
fix the issue then
collect the lute.
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
I have the poor girl clothes,
As she smiled gratefully, fromhead to toe.
She warmly embraced me with loving arms,
A swwet girl with many charms.
Nomatter who laughed at her,
Her grateful heart soley, I preferred.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Our childhood's prime game;
Creating a paper plane.
Making it fly high,
But it never reached the sky.
We would continue to raise the bar,
But still we wouldn't get very far.
We would trust a redesign,
But never anything different from our own design.
We would work soley for ourselves;
To keep the success to ourselves.
We would spend all day redesigning a paper plane,
But never on redesigning our life's shame.
We live for a paper plane
And its thrill - day by day.
We would accept our life's flaws,
But never our paper plane's flaws.
We would live for irrelevant people and objects,
But never for our own salvation.
We would live with a self-opinionated attitude,
But why do we now live with our opinion based on that of the world?
We live like a paper plane;
Flying high, just to be redesigned.
The world never helps us stay sane
As we're always seen as a failed design.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
When human hearts come to collide
The flaws of each are hard to hide.
And harder still each passing day
Till every block is thrown away.
We come to fear this truth so much,
That we flee the slightest nudge, the faintest touch.
Thou our fears may be plain and true.
You could hurt me; I could hurt you.
We tend to only see the person standing there.
The color of their eyes, their clothes, their hair.
We see the flaws: both on the in and out,
And some times our own merits do we doubt.
Yet this approach leaves out a vital part.
One we didn't finish, and one we didn't start.
It has to do with one mans death upon a cross.
Who couldn't bring us in without so great a loss
And rose again to name us all His own
And will have through our broken lives His glory shown.
So fear not when heart collisions come!
They're founded now, soley on what Christ has done!
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:09 AM UTC
Everything is in chaos, but lasting us
A split second, you blink your eyes
Take a breath
Credulous, yet benevolent
Mind chasing
Awaiting new thoughts, like meteors
To explode across your cerebrum
Feelings in eardrums
From the sounds around you
Constant axon arousal
Enticingly guides you
On the path to feel
Alive
With an adrenaline skeleton
Complex, trying to fit in
But really, "who are you?"
Because sometimes thoughts succumb
Beyond your grasp, and they numb the way you feel
And in those moments, we define our ideals
Almost
Soley based on the bad things
Instead of realizing
We should not define ourselves for the chaos and chatter we internally ramble on with
About half of us
Cant mold an identity anyway
Cause we don't understand
The word is not meant to be
What it's said to be
Identity's definition
Is not definite
You see
It's more like a clumsy representation
Of what you want to be
Since you are ever changing
With the vibrations of thought
Think of identity being more associated with how you adapt
To everything thrown your way
What defines you is how you display yourself
When chaos itself
Comes into your life
Everyone has strife, cause life is not easy
Just don't think you're alone
Or have a mental disease
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
By Arcassin B
Seen the lovin' coming from a mile away in my
Only line of vision with precision looking for a better
Future with her,
I search for growth in the dirt , I mean soil,
Granting me wishes that I soley deserve,
I got your feelings on a platter , you can't even get away from me,
The grass is greener everyday when you smile in anomaly,
The trees growing in disproportionate commonly epitome ,
Didn't make no sense there but your skin so heavenly like Angels
And their boastfulness and privileged to the recent decisions you make in your life
Thinking what I could have done if I had chosen the commandments over the
Unconsciousness world of evil at its finest component,
Wasn't ready for those moments,
I don't want my last moments,
To be a ball full of hate towards others that have not showed me respect,
You take that all in and recollect,
I'm retrospect,
Place your bet,
Love for an angel is a blessing sent,
From the Lord himself,
Gathering up all of my wealth....
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....*a wealth-that I *- can share with you,
You don't have to say a thing , your beauty says a lot
With the features,
I know- that you've - been waiting,
for love to come sweep you off your feet
pretty baby,
the cold- will se-parate us,
in a state of loss of the love that we had for each other,
But you don't have to say a thing,
I love holding hands with you.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
My poor, little brain,
Has gone completely insane.
I have yet to buy a prom dress,
In which I'm clueless, I confess.
I have an ankle sprain,
Soley feeling inside pain.
I have my second SAT to take,
Please help me, for God's Sakes!
Plus an ACT I'm taking soon,
I feel like such a loon.
I became diagnosed with a mental disorder,
For a life as good as hell, I'm surely on the border.
I'm alone as of now,
And i sit and wonder how.
I had to quit lifeguard training,
All the bad luck I was gaining.
People view me as shy,
So I just simply cry.
I'm afraid to show my true personality,
Because of the significant lack of mentality.
I have yet to take my road test,
I'm not too far behind the rest.
My father hates me,
From built up stress and aggrivation, you see.
I am myself and nothing more,
I am wounded internally from one slammed door.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
I have spent so much time
staring at blank walls,
whispering secrets to the cracks
while
watching the time creep by in shallow pockets.
I have wallowed in the sorrows
made up inside my aching head,
formed by fears
that bubbled inside,
volcanic eruptions of
expectations,
tribulations.
until one day,
fingertips tapped on my shoulder blades
enveloping my soul with musical notes
that danced across my ear lobes,
shaking me out of this
life of longing,
opening my eyelids
to a rainbow
that shook my core,
is shaking my core
releasing streams of romantic passion
that hid underneath
a veil of sadness
aching to dance in summer rain.
and here we are,
awake!
stealing glances at the future
once so foggy and full of mistrust
now blooming from the dew.
to be awake
and taste the stars
is pure
and it is peace
dripping through my veins
tickling all senses and desires.
the world is soley
poetry
and we must utlize every angle,
become the sun and the moon,
let our mind drip between empty lines
paint the images alive in our brains
onto the canvases of tomorrow.
anything is possible,
and
rather than waiting
for the clocks to change
i need to eat it
swallow it whole
stop dreaming about possibilities
and instead
kiss them on the head
put them to action
and
be,
be,
be
alive.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
The shadow of long-ago noblest of souls
now ghosting
the battements of this
mouldy tumbledown palace moans still,
albeit silently
about the time there was wind
blowing out of control in her royal mind.
Oh there was storm but she held the reins
of the hurricane
that could strip grain bare
if she so wished, and he whom she loved
was there in the room
handsome and bold, she decided to speak.
She was never afraid of tomorrows yet
she trembled
beneath the weight of this
queenly affair, there was something she
had not known
for a very long time
and that now arose to entangle her heart.
The Queen turned of a sudden and asked
for a kiss, oh yes,
she then received the tenderest
of gentle embraces
which would not be forgotten for the rest
of her life, but was
she liked for herself as a person, or not.
Fate though dictated that she never marry
any one man
but be wedded to all,
and such a hard
immensity of role meant belonging soley,
being in charge of her nation
was where mission ever held precedence.
All knew their place, so she lifted her head
as royal a ******
as ever had been, and yet
she was always to ask in her deepest heart
did he kiss her
because she was his Queen,
just to gain favour or did he really mean it.
Elizabeth's shadowy ghost will ever ponder
that unanswered question
in this hazy place as she wanders awaiting
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
softly I SPEAK in sweetest
whispers TO THEE, fondly,
truly. AND devoted am I to prove
that I love THEE by Jove!
the universe IS HER, center stage
above AND below.
for SHE IS THEE, my little dove
snowy white AND pure,
her beauty to be admired.
she is the one TO WHOM I REFER. with glee.
I ask God, COULD SHE BE with me
for AS MUCH as an eternity?
She has wrecked INTO ME so I am a wreck.
It seems AS I AM INTO HER? We shall see.
If yes AND IF SO, I want her
to respect THEN THIS PLEA FROM ME which comes sadly
now WITH WOEFUL but happy
falling TEAR, hopefully my
affections WILL NOT GO TOO LONG being that
call that goes UNANSWERED HERE, that would be
regrettable.
I pray FOR HER SILENCE to go away
perhaps because it HURTS to be forgettable.
Yet it BUT IS what it is.
Such beauty is RARE. I must admit.
SO FAR AWAY! YET SO NEAR!
We are where we are
BUT I WISH YOU WERE NEARER, DEAR!
BECAUSE it is in
EACH DOMINION
that ON SUCH OCCASION
you MUST UNWIND, your soul
SO AS TO
soley BE a sole
fragrance that is REBORN IN THE MORNING SHINE, this
day and the next, RETURNING AS GLORIOUS
AND AS FRESH AS THE NEW DAY SKY, that is my wish.
AND you
THEREUPON SHOULDST CARRY ON upon
a dream WITHOUT IMPERFECT MOAN
OR a mightier
SIGH. of loveliness.
I PLEAD WITH THEE TO MANUMIT
YOUR TIGHTENED CLASP
THAT BINDS, you sadly in slavery.
Now REST YOUR WEARY
HEAD A BIT ON MINE,
AND EASE INTO PLEASANT REVERIES. with only me.
AFTER ALL, THE DUSK you trust
HAS COME rightly
TO GIVE REST TO THEE,
AND I AM but what I am,
YOURS AND YOURS AM I nightly
-I AM RESTFUL SLEEP.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
How lonely the moon and stars do look tonight
In an ebony black sky they are all that's in sight
Shining so brightly and in the sky so very alone
Empty, frozen space is their soley known home
White light is the loneliest warmth that is found
Giving knowledge of nothing else being around
So distant from anything they can say they love
Only able to watch over us oh so very far above
They will never have the nearness they so yearn
Observing so painfully with silence, they mourn
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
I have always considered
Myelf a dead thing.
Or at least in some form,
Close to my expiration.
I don't feel this way to be
Edgy or draw attentions
To my sufferings,
I just feel it.
I feel a lot of things though,
Kind of like the washing
Machines in laundry mats:
Stagnant and worn but with purpose;
Used soley to cleanse other
People of their miseries
And add another layer of
Decay in my basin.
But meeting you was like,
The mechanic coming right before
The final stretch, before all
Of my insides finally gave out.
Mending the wires and veins
So frayed from use with only
Your softness, your fingers
Caressing away years of age
To see fresh metal underneath.
You cleaned the cogs and bones
Of their filth and reminded me
That I am not broken.
And though I could think
Of nothing better to equate
The effect you have on me
To anything other than a
Broken washing machine,
Know that you played a part
In keeping me going for
A little while longer.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
I tore you apart
when all you needed
was building back up
I was trying to get to the bottom of it all
But when I did
There was nothing left of you
That's when I realized
I had lost the person
I loved the most
Soley because I didn't know how
To love him as a friend
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
**i wish for everything to stop.
just for a moment.
may i please press pause
and go about my day with everything this way
a world captured in ice and wouldn't it be nice
if i could view this exclusive art gallery so lovely
a
world so
lonely, just me
and all
the
icey life.
and oh, if my thoughts could stop too if i could just view
the frozen moment through soley images in my empty mind no words or judgements to find
Ah, if the thoughts could stop.
i think what i wish for is quiet.
not the normal
s
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but complete: silence.
shhh!**
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
Helpless,
As I can not help but look to the stars each night and pick out the most beautiful one, naming it after you.
Hopeless,
As I am no longer able to hope that I will one day wake up in the young hours of the day soley to trace every inch of your perfect body and my whole world be, in a literal sense, at my fingertips.
Hateful,
As I am angry at the world for allowing me to fall so very deeply in love with someone I will never touch, let alone hold.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
it's the color of your soulmates lips.
the color your cheeks get when you blow out your birthday candles and you feel happy,
actually happy to be alive another year.
it's the color of your morning coffee.
the color of your skin and how you love the way it looks in the sun.
i swear i was a tree in my past life,
for the way their branches dance in the wind,
i can feel that in my bones.
i want to dance with them too.
i am a piece of the blue sky.
there are parts of me that are sad like dark clouds that are about to cry.
but there are also parts of me that are as bright as the sun and sometimes,
if you capture my eyes
you can see galaxies and universes in them.
i love the way you lean in to touch my lips with yours.
the way your hands fit perfectly into mine.
how your voice sounds like soft pillows and the crisp crunch of autumn leaves.
the world is spinning for us,
soley us.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
I'm missing some stiches,
flawed genetic patterns
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
At the end of the day I can find no other place to lay the blame but on myself.
Although it possibly may be my demise, I allow myself to care for those that refuse to see past their own desire.
Intently I give the best of me and in turn I unintentionally add fuel to their self indulgent fire.
At the end of the day I must admit that the reason I feel the way I do soley rests on my shoulders.
How ridiculously nieve of me to believe that the same rules you set forth, you yourself would abide by.
Consistently ever changing are the expectations placed upon my shoulders, I fail to see a reason for me to try.
At the end of the day there is only a vaugue reflection staring back from the other side of the mirror.
More often than not I find myself trying to mask my angst and perpetrate that all is as it should be.
A sullen little marrionet playing pretend, frantically attempting to hide her strings so the world will think she is free.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 5:52 AM UTC
Why? Why?
I have no one left
All of my friends are gone
Am I a bad guy?
I thought I was a saint
My friends ignore me
They forget me
Forget that I have no one
My tears in restraint
I can't cry when it rains
There is no point
They laugh behind my back
Soley, I exist
To stand against the grains
My ashes fall in the snow
I know, it's the end of the road
The hero hangs his cape
The villain grabs the noose
My dearest one doesn't know
That I am so utterly alone
She doesn't know my sorrow
My ink filled tears
Stain the snow
My blood smears the wet stone
The sky is crying
And the ground is frozen
Soley, I am alone
I kneel to the white ground
Better spent dying
Life is a tough game
I never wanted to play it
I have no hands to help me up
I've had enough
Please don't hate my name
A note scrawled on the desk
My initials dot the goodbye
I'm sorry everybody
But I tried
Living this life, so grotesque
I thought I had a glass heart
Shattered because I'm a fallen fighter
The cracks in my armor
Prove I'm a survivor
But I'm torn apart
So long
This bleeding narrator
Is lost
Oh, well
Goodbye, off to my tomb where I truly belong
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
Smoke clad skies
Begin to eerily darken
As I walk down the hill
That's seemingly never ending.
Travelling decades
In seconds as
I admire beautifully
Crafted houses.
Appreciating brickwork
Uniquely telling of times
In which period they joined
The awe inspiring collection.
I catch myself off guard
As I breathe in the
Bonfire fumigated air
And smile.
Fireworks being released
In the far off distance
Begin ricocheting
Throughout my body
Shooting ear to ear,
Head to toe
Screaming, exploding,
Then imploding in my mind
Painting stories way up high
As if they're being told
Soley for me,
My own private show...
The bright colours
Steal my breath away.
I find myself fighting off
The demons of my past as
Suddenly innocent
Childrens excited
Little voices begin
To catch my attention,
Dressed as ghosts and ghouls
Of long gone centuries
Setting off to collect their
All hallows eve treats.
No tricks are needed.
For the first time
in what seems like a lifetime,
I feel alive.
© Karen L Hamilton, 2015
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I dip my toes
Into the shore of the abyss
A rush of cold
As you greet my pink painted feet
I become bold as you draw me outward
Knees, hips, chest, head
My legs become non-existent, weightless
The power of your waves crash over me
One by one
Under, over, intensely still
I run as fast as I can
But am slowed by your hold
Sand becomes puddy
As it grasps at my feet
I stay out with you as long as I can
Until Mother says I have to come wash up
I float on my stomach
Allowing soley you to push me to shore
This is a large effort for you
As your body recoils like the fading sun.
I shed a tear of salty sea water as I leave you behind
But with a whisper you remind me
You’ll be right here
Watching over me and waiting
For my return in the morning.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
I ******* hate how everyone complains about their life.
How nothing is good enough for them anymore
It's life everyone lives in a shell of self-loathing
Constantly looking for approval
Even now
I'm complaining about how other people complain
The fact that basically every country hates america
Makes no sense to me as well.
The **** is up with that?
How can you hate an entire country based soley on one group and/or government?
How can that be justified?
The same thing for the middle east.
You can't hate 20+ countries because of ONE group of extremists.
Open up your ******* eyes and realize that hating all of these people is a waste of time.
So
Everyone
Stop complaining about your life and start living it
You live until you die so why are you wasting all this time?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
Winter’s early months,
Carries a solemn sound,
Paired bitter fragrance,
Filled the vacant soul,
Think soley of biting frosts.
Winter’s middle months,
Assemble a bird’s tune,
Matching candied scents,
Known of lining mind,
Broods of woeful age.
Winter’s late months,
Carts a vivid air,
Coupled **** savored,
Divines the untold echo,
Fashions a taper edge.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
be good
unto they
who may
do good by thee;
be better
than any
who may, indeed,
be less than good unto thee.
that is to say:
reciprocate respect
and
transcend disrespect-
anger;
and, by extension,
evil
is, ineeed, in itself
suffering
unto itself
so,
i dare to say
to have Pity,
should ye dare-
though,
be naught selfish
beyond moderation,
if ye may indeed dare!
take what i think
for what ye may think
yet, methinks,
the rest lies soley upon thee, my friends.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC