"somethig" poems
Sitting here looking out the window and the light
It goes on
Then off
Then on
Then off.
No ones near the switch.
On
Off
On
Off.
Is that you Opa?
Are you trying to tell us somethig?
Beg us to let you back in. Not forget?
Please don't worry, do not fret.
We're always going to love you.
We're never going to forget
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
maybe it's me.
maybe there is just somethig about myself that I don't see.
maybe my intelligence isn't what I thought it to be.
because you seem to look right through me whenever I speak.
but maybe that's just me.
maybe it's the way I say my t's without actually pronunciating.
or it could be my abundant narcissistic tendencies.
because you never seem to actually see me.
but maybe it's just me.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I used to think about you a lot
Because you were once my apple pie
The thing that kept me going for days.
I cared and loved you
Even if you didn't feel the same way.
Lately, I'm thinking
Which part of it was lost
Because when you came back
Everything left in awe.
I thought all I ever wanted
Was to get you by my side
And now, that you're here
I just want you to get lost.
What happened before left a wound
I guess time really heals everything.
After three long years of silence
All the words was said, and the feelings had left.
It was but a great story
And 'you and I' was just a theory
Somethig haunted me for so long
I could not even remember when.
I wish I could utter good bye
But was there even a 'hello' to start with?
All that's between us are trashed
It needs no futher elaboration.
Even now, I want to end this
Because you don't even deserve a space.
Maybe in our next life
There'll be a better tale told for us.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
I wanted to write somethig really profound...
But my mind doesnt think in words...
It thinks in examples.
And this isnt a good one.
Mar 2, 2010
Mar 2, 2010 at 11:21 PM UTC
Just think of rain as my tears
At first the sound of lightening
Is what you hear
Then the it starts drizzling
Drop by drop
The clouds turning black
Refraining from letting it out at first
Trying to remain intact
Far above in the sky.
The sobbing starts with a roar
The lightening somethig I once adored
Now becoming a part of me
Something that I hate.
Then suddenly the clouds can't hold it in
It bursts all the pain it had within
Shedding down the rain of tears
Croaking to those who can hear
Some wear a raincoat
And some a get an umbrella
Others run away
But some drench themselves
In my own pain
And feel the tears on their own skins
They kiss the tears
And quench their thusts
And when they do,
There's a cloud burst
The black sky turns blue again.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
Is there somethig you're hiding
Underneath that skin?
A black heart maybe
Millions of black sins.
Is there something you want to say
Through those lips which dare to quiver?
Some nervous thoughts maybe
Some to cause a tremour.
Is there something you're afraid of
Although you always look so strong?
A little insect maybe
Or a ghost, if I am not wrong.
Don't just bury it beneath
The stars also do this
They shine and we adore it
But we know we can't touch them
Just say it
Before the tornado comes
And snatches away your world.
Is there something you know?
Is there something which you're afraid to show?
Are you evil or are you kind?
We'll only know when we'll find
Who you are, what you do
The universe plays this game with us
Please don't, tell us
What you hide
You need to confide
Or else the secrets die
With you
Before you even know..
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
It's two am.
Why can't I sleep?
Why am I wide awake?
Oh wait I know;
Because sleep and I aren't friends anymore.
My mind races when I try to rest.
The voices don't shut up.
I can't close my eyes.
I can't escape the nightmare.
The same **** one.
Daddy's in it.
He's saying somethig,
what daddy I can't hear
HELP
Im coming daddy hold on
Help me please
But I can never reach him in time.
Something always holds me back.
I scream and cry and;
*wake up Bree, *** it's okay. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep*
But it wasn't just a dream and it's not that easy to just go back to sleep.
And that's why at two am I'm still wide awake.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
i finnd it hard to start a conversation with that... not being panicky or finicky... i just don't know what to say... should i redeem myself and say somethig worthy of grit? i mean, something that ought to be chewed? how can we rekindle the abstract? the randomness? if it's dead then it's dead... i don't mind that... me 30, you 16.... i'm not really bothered about that giving me a fancy or phantom / fantasy... the priorities mattered, i.e.: beginning with... a beginning... now is the time to say whether i'm complicating matters, or being complacent about them... i just received a message on facebook that made me think of watching a horror movie (friend request)... i also stalked... i stalked... **** me! i stalked! who’s the happy bunny!? me!
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Just the though of being. What does it bring to your mind? What is it to be? Or is it even to be to really be? Can we be with just our physical existence? Or does being go deeper than that? Does being mean that we have to exist in more than just the physical realm? Does being mean we have to be part of somethig beyond our imaginations? Being part of a realm of reality that isn't imagined by our brains? Is being something that surpasses life and death? Being is the essence of existing. To be we must understand what it is to exist as what we are and not as who we are. To exist we must go beyond life and death and enter a realm that excceds time. A realm where we are exist as beings who do not live nor die but just exist. A realm where everything is real and non of the illusions that we see in our physical existence exists. That is to be with out words. Thats is to be with everything that we are and not with what we aren't. That is the existence of the essence of being an existing being.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
There is a light
in the end of abyss
and its shining
like a bioluminescent
jelly-dream.
And this is somethig to think about:
the bottom of the ocean
is like
a plastic
fake
tree
because its
invisible for normal eye.
One time, i saw
in the deep of silence
a lot of strange animals
traveling far-away
from home.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
I guess you could say
I had to get away
From the way words
Had began to grate...
......of late
For we seem to have entered
A season without reason
Where simple lies
Multiplies
Revealing just how unfeeling
People can be
So much so so much
Hypocrisy
Total insanity seems...
... To have slipped in, ripped in
To the very core of who...
... I used to think we were
And it never did occur
to the me I used to be
Before I had to look... Into the eyes
And accept this new reality
So I took myself out
And closed the door after...
... I locked myself in
Where i decided to start
A season of art
Climbed out of the web
And then ...when
I have the blues
Its somethig i can use
To make lakes or skies
Or lovely eyes
And for a little while
Pretend ....i put an end
To all the ugly hate and bitter vile
Because i got so tired
And being uninspired
by those who seek
new lower lows
While shooting holes
In their very own Souls
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Hello world oh so large, everywhere there is something. So, oh my where do I start, there's always something. Somethig to see, something to feel, taste, or smell. And to think I can hear all of you, all of you everywhere, just by looking for you. Just by caring you see, you see humans you and me.
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC