"someway" poems
Kaliedoscope colors, shaped as a rectangle outline of my door-
and I can't go out and see the beauty of it. A gray room,
with a blue face, laced into rushing in another pumping day.
Provoke the guilt, wilted meaning every breathing being has.
I'll leave someday, in someway, maybe not this moon fall,
but I know I can't live, thoroughly at all-
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
If I could lock this all up in a bottle
Fill it with stones, I'd throw it into the water
And watch it as it drowns
All my sorrows, all the pain
Along with the disasters and too many betrayals;
From those that I loved most,
Or so I thought,
But it turned out they weren't themselves at all.
It doesn't sting it just tears
Everything completely apart.
As for the last, I had already learned why not to trust
But still you have to trust someone even though you know not,
Because that's just the way that the world has to turn.
You still believe a few,
However you believed them all when they were false.
But you have to put faith somewhere so you do,
Yet you're still terrified these as well aren't true.
If only it were a foolish boy
Then life would live on and it wouldn't matter,
Because anyway it's to be expected:
That guys will break girls hearts.
No, if only, but no
Instead they're your best friends.
Except they're not,
Everyone's just fake now.
There's no realists anymore.
If I could wash away the deceitfulness they gave,
Maybe someway a wound could heal.
But it can't 'cause it's too deep
And infected with grief of those you thought existed;
Instead everyone is just misleading and manipulative.
The worst thing because you could never see it coming,
Until it crushes you to near death.
Betrayal at its best.
Fakers at their worse depth to the innocent.
There is never an end
Just torture.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Totally useless
Infinite universe
Exploding before us
I am one
I am holy
I am yours
The one and only
Forever and glowing
So steady in stirring
The moving of your heart
Melting your spirit
Confusing what is real
Abusing all you feel
Lie to their faces
Sigh no more
Sink the places
That you have since forgotten
This is a place that I
Will not forget
The holy sighs and cries
During your pitiful lies
All because you set aside
The energy at rest
Hello there
Welcome back
Get this drink
Of A’s exile elixir
Go off to a distant land
Find a distant face
Nothing can be said
I did you wrong
You ****** me over
This is goodbye
......|……|XXXXXXX
Undress
Unleash the emptiness
I’m so glad that I brought this
This beautiful red safe
The keeper of
My ****** up mental state
About my mental state…
Don’t ask me about my holy stake
That I pierced into the heart
Of a special white vampire
One of those holier than thou types
One **** up
And then
Onto the next line
The next word that you speak
Might be a mistake
What do you think?
About me…
Do you think that you could
Stand on your own two feet?
With me,
Without me.
Alone like we are
I’ll crash the car
To flip our worlds around
Venture away today
Go away
Come as you were
Another day
But not today
You might be okay
I’m not okay…
Holy one
Grant me a kiss of happiness
You know I need it
I need her
Whoever she is
Wherever I am
Someway, somehow
I’ll find the day
To rewind the times
That I forgot about
Last night, this morning
Last year, good mourning
Thank you that this is over with. . .
Oh, sweet angel
Lie to me
Allow my words
To feed the hungry minds
of those that don’t listen
and only want my body.
What about what’s left of my spirit
Dragging down below
Sing to those that need
Lie to those that see nothing
Around no quarter
The moon found you
I found you
The numbers did add up
Just a little too soon
All too soon
I found you
I lost you
I’ll find you again
Forget about the end.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
i’ve never fallen in love before
but i’m telling you
if i did,
my bones would screech and creak and crack to build you a home that doesn’t fight back
and
i would shower you with love until you drowned because i don’t know how to love unless it becomes too much someway or somehow
and
you would become all that i breathe and need and see and the very sound of your name would be enough to cause another relapse
because i’ll get addicted too soon and too fast and you’ll think it’s great
at first
until i’m publicly on my knees aching for your velvet kisses back
and
i've never cared for someone this way before
but i'm telling you
if i did,
my lungs would collapse and inflate again and again because you will be the only thing i'll ever breathe in
and
the people in my life would never amount to you, and maybe that's a little messed up but i wrote it
felt it
bled it, so it must be true
because i don't know how to let someone in unless i push every other person out and you'll love my attention
at first
until
you're throwing glass plates at my following figure
until
you're yelling regrets and things i should've considered
until
you hate me
because you don't want to be the only one
even if i want you to be.
i’ve danced with the devil because he has the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen in my life
but i didn’t love him
i’ve kissed the hands of god because he smells like my childhood home and i liked that a lot
but i didn’t love him
i’ve cut open my skin for my first girlfriend because she promised to stay and that drove me insane
but i didn’t love her
and i’m telling you
if i did
i would write a poem convincing her that i didn’t
because i’ve never loved in a way that doesn’t became some form of a burden.
and i don’t love you
yet
but i am going to scrub my words into your naked body and i am going to promise that there’s nobody
but you
and you are going to love every second of it
because you’ve given in to destruction and seduction and you already understand everything about pain
you already know there’s everything to lose and i’m the only thing you’d gain
but that’s okay
because you’ve never fallen in love before.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
how could a heart like yours
love a heart like mine
your heart is full of love.
you dream of life.
you have no regrets.
you live without fear of the future.
my heart is full of-
well it's not full at all:
it's broken; shattered,
into a thousand tiny little pieces.
and somehow, someway,
you were kind enough;
to hunt for every little piece,
and put me back together.
and this is why i,
will never understand,
this silly little thing,
we call love.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
somehow,
someway
I always end up
doing the things I don't want myself to do
and regret a million things
before finally deciding
to just let it all go
and be a couch potato.
let all the assignments, homework, small little
things be due tomorrow.
it's a magical day where all the stuff
will somehow
someway
get done.
you just have to master the art of
procrastination
and everything will pile up
for tomorrow to make its magic
and finish everything.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
we are so different
different beliefs
different hopes
different dreams
but somehow
someway
things feel right
like a key in a lock
like a vow in a prayer
like a fish on a dock
like a lie in a swear
that is until
our differences
become too different
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
A small boy watched his brother
Happy as could be
One spun and twirled and loved a balloon
It was all he ever did need.
Somehow, someway the balloon popped
Right in his hands
He stopped.
They stood together for a moment
A silent weep shook through
One brother saw the other's tears fall
And knew what to do.
He hugged his shoulder
Picked up the plastic remains
Walked on side by side
Sharing a single pride
For one brother’s burden is both brothers’ fight.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Walking in the rain...
It refreshes your mind, body and soul to the point that your barriers and walls don't exist anymore.
No one can distinguish tears streaming down your face from rain drops collecting on your cheeks.
But, it makes you remember everything you've been through,
And all the pain rushes back so that you can understand that deep down it was necessary, unknown, but in someway.
Throwing yourself to the ground.
You wish it all away.
Grip you head.
Falling...
There is no more.
Not until the smell of petrichor
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
while there at 26 other people present in this room,
i feel alone;
or at least my mind has convinced me that i am.
either way,
it's nice i suppose.
and i can't really focus on anything
but do i really want to?
i could honestly not care less
whether Graph B
is steeper than Graph A
and how it has an equation of -2x-2.
i don't care if it's a
linear
quadratic
exponential
or cubic root equation
all i can seem to care about
at this moment in time
is you
you keep trying to bust your way
into my head
and make a reservation
like i have extra room.
NEWSFLASH:
i don't.
but somehow,
someway,
you have made your way in.
and i don't think you don't plan on leaving.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
this isn't a poem, but it's a message
to those who cut and drink because they failed
failed in life, failed in love
failed in whatever they didn't except of
but i swear it'll work out in the end
someway or another, you will be okay
no need to cut
no need to drink
all you'll want to do is shine
so shine like rubies
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Some people think that as an
Adult
I can be a tad rough
Rock solid skin
But as a
Child
I was exponentially
Worse
Kicked
Screamed
Cried
Teased
Scratched
A walking terror
My father deemed me
"Crab-Apple Lynn"
The neighbors would
Whisper
Of that horrid five-year-old
Girl
That would push and
Tackle
The boys down the street
And on the night
That I kicked my
Brother's friend in the
Groin
And he tumbled
Down the stairs
Word spread like
Wildfire
That Crab-Apple
Had struck again
Notorious bully
Walking with balled fists
Kicking over Lincoln Logs
Smashing Play-Doh sculptures
Sneezing purposefully
Spewing out green phlegm
And wiping the boogers
On fellow peers
Half-grinning
At their cries
Feared by all
But respect
Was the one thing
The miniature version of
Me
Could not earn
And despite my youth
Despite the over-sized chip on my shoulder
Tiny me
Found a way
To flip around
Turn a leaf
Turn a page
Turn a head
Completely change
Altogether
And suddenly
Crab-Apple disappeared
And Sarah grew in
View
It was as though
Somehow, someway
The little me knew that
Fear is worthless
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
People in essence are spiderwebs
Each so fragile and beautiful
Yet so strong and full of purpose
Each molecule is connected by a strand of the web
Each thought intersected
Woven into another
Yet separate, unique
There are no two alike
Though many are bland
So distasteful
Never living out their full potential
Instead being destroyed by tiny things
The fears and doubts that eat away at the delicate strands
Still someway somehow the rare few so complicated
Protected so carefully by their creators
Manage to hold their true form
Even for a second in time
They capture drops of inspiration like dew
As the sunlight fades the useless webs left unprotected
It also catches hold of the glimmer of inspiration
Suddenly transformed into a shining brilliant treasure
The web can maintain these inspirations
Build them into anything they desire
Or they may allow them to simply lay in shadow
Weighing them down
Until they come crashing from their position of glory
To a simple puddle of ruin
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
Think upon the present in the present moment, but think positively.
In all perspectives of life,
it’s important,
not only to have a positive attitude,
but more importantly to keep trending the positive way of thinking,
not only trending, but also to adhere and follow upon the same.
In one way or other, in someway make it a habit to think positively.
Give your best in the job that you have,
but in doing so never give up your positive thinking,
then if it means to reinitiate the thought process,
definitely do it,
however, always keep in mind,
think positively.
Sooner or later,
definitely at some point in time,
somewhere around the corner,
a moment in time will come when you will realize and understand the power of positive thinking.
Till then,
keep going,
don't give up in the job that you have,
but make sure that you follow positive thinking,
since it's a boon and helps in the long run.
So keeping aside short term gains and lure for the same make it a habit, follow the same,
think, but think positively.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
I Felt●
How
You curled
Your hands from the heights
Did instigate●
I
Felt
I could fly and catch your smiles
I felt I could fly but to that mile
Just like the kites●
In
Endless fantasies
I clench myself like colourful crayons●
But
Someway,somehow
I felt each had a riven beak
And foil me
To print the picture of these delusions
So bright●
Now
I feel am right,and myself
Waving back to the same heights●
I Felt●
©Historian E.Lexano
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
If you don't like prom
You make anti-prom
The "stick it to the man" statement
But in that statement
There is a silent note
It could be that you wanted to go
But couldn't
Wanted to be asked or ask
But wouldn't
Felt a longing to see it
But were too scared
Anti-prom makes a statement
Not always the one you want
When you label anti-prom
You somehow label yourself
If you just don't like the prom
And honestly don't care
You wouldn't feel the need
To stage an anti-prom
You just wouldn't go
Or maybe just had a party
Not saying it was anti-prom
Just having your friends over
Anti-prom is a silly cliche
That tell the world
"The prom hurt me in someway"
Though I am tempted to stage an anti-prom
I know the statement I'm making
I'm saying
"I'm a little too scared to go to prom"
I admit it
I do
Anti-prom
The biggest cliche
Next to the prom itself
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
You see, today’s problems are all going fast
Everything crumbling, turning to the past
So everything I think of of
Has already happened somehow, someway
Like it was yesterday
Yeah, yesterday
Seems just like yesterday, I didn’t know how to speak
Seems like it was yesterday I was on a winning streak
Seems like yesterday the problems were far away
Seems like yesterday there wasn’t any pain
Guess things change
After a while
Guess things change
Though they have denials
Guess things are never quite the same
Guess it was just like
Yesterday
Yesterday
Yesterday
Seems just like yesterday we had the time of our lives
Seems just like yesterday we only told truths not lies
Seems just like yesterday we were all home free
Seems just like yesterday we opened our eyes to the world to see
Guess things move
And never really stop
Guess things have a groove
Gotta make it to the top
Guess things rise and fall
Making history
Guess things are written on the wall
Hey, are you listening?
Seems like yesterday I was president of the world (yeah right)
Seems like yesterday black and white was swirled
Seems like yesterday I got this whole new beat
Seems like yesterday this is all just a repeat
Guess some things, really never change
Guess some just like to stay the same
Guess some only do it for the game….
Guess some always take the blame
But it just
Seems like yesterday was a brand new day
Seems like yesterday was a scripted play
Seems like yesterday, the sky wasn’t so far away
Seems like yesterday we were getting paid
HEY HEY HEY
Seems just like yesterday, I didn’t know how to speak
Seems like it was yesterday I was on a winning streak
Seems like yesterday the problems were far away
Seems like yesterday there wasn’t any pain
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
I have to run
It's who I am
Need to break away
To another land
It's never enough
I always come home
Feelng good for a day
Then back to alone
I don't know how to stop
I must get away
I hope to find what I'm looking for
Somehow, someway
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
It's crazy how things happen.. You meet someone and all is great.. They make you laugh, blush, smile, daydream, plan ahead. You can trust them so easily even though that's so hard to do. You both can have deep meaningful conversations and it isn't weird because you make each other feel comfortable. You feel yourself developing feelings- even the tiniest bit. At first you don't know what to do.. You relate to each other on a whole other level so you just go with the flow, you look forward to them being a part of your day, someway somehow. Then you realize you look forward to them too much.. You put too much faith on them, expect too much and so the littlest of things disappoint you. That's when you're sure you know how it'll end. That's when you overthink and ruin things. That's when you let another one get away.. unfairly.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
How do you define love?
How do you begin?
Come with me on this journey and explore,
The emotion of love that we all truly adore,
The emotion that we all seek to receive,
The emotion that makes us weak at the knees.
An emotion that has been written about in Music, Stories, Poetry
An emotion we have captured in paint,
An emotion we long for to hold and cherish, let noone taint.
Songwriters have written lyrics, declaring their feelings of desire,
Different Genres, Ballads, Rock Anthems,Jazz, Rhythm andBlues,
Singing of love for cars, women and drink.
Singing of the Power of Love and who started the fire,
Singing of pain, hurt, unrequited love, betrayal too
Songs making us remember, desire and think.
Music so light and pretty,
Music that rises slowly to a high crescendo,
Music of passion, devotion, trust and loyalty.
Music that is dark and *****
Music that takes you down low,
Music of betryal, mistrust and insanity.
Artists take to the brush to paint a picture clear,
Of women walking on a bridge parasol in hand,
Portraying feelings of lust, romanticism and fear,
Of lovers dancing on the beach leaving footprints in the sand.
Portraying their love of the beauty that surrounds, women and children with beguiling smiles,
Portraits that make you laugh, cry and stand still for a while.
Artists that capture the perfect smile,
Artists that capture that capture the love in the eyes,
Artists that capture that moment, once in a while,
Artists that capture that bond, those ties.
Poets create a picture with their words,
Bringing to mind lust and desire,
Writing of feelings that matter.
Making you cry, laugh, raising your emotions higher and higher,
Using words that describe, pain, and hurt,words that charm and flatter.
Poets that tell a story of hardship, friendship and survival,
Poets that make you laugh, cry and bring about revival.
Poets that write of emotions,
Poets that write of tenderness,
Poets that write of devotion,
Poets that write of togetherness.
Throughout the centuries we are bequiled by love,
How it hurts, how it heals,
The emotions love makes you feel.
How it is won, how it is lost.
Love at what price, what cost?
How we desire love from each other,
How we desire the love of our father and mother.
How love can raise you up and let you down,
How love can get a smile out of a frown.
How love can be your freedom and yet love can smother,
There is no medium that can capture all the different aspect of love for each other.
Love is unique,
Love can be bleak.
Love is scary,
Love can be weary.
Love is strength,
Love can be any time, any length.
Love is freedom,
Love can be your guiding beacon.
Each and everyone of us, feels love in someway
How do you recognise love? if love spoke to you, what would it say?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
Do you blame me for the rut we’re in?
God knows I had a wiser plan,
It was all blue skies and sunshine,
When loving you began.
If all my wishes would come true,
I’d bundle every bit of wealth and give it all to you.
Intentions alone aren’t acceptable though,
So I need to show you reasons why
You don’t want to go.
Leaving doesn’t work, sorry, I need you right here loving me.
This wounded hearts on lockdown and
You possess the only key.
Somehow, someway you’ll see me shine,
Then perhaps we’ll gain some peace of mind.
Regardless, of what ultimately you choose
I pray that you’re gentle,
If I should lose.
Heidi Shavill 2010
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
when you trim your ***** and your mustache with the same pair of scissors
when you hand over your entire paycheck to the bartender of doom and glee
when you write a bounced check at the grocery store
when you sleep with a girl who isn’t clean
when you’re young, lost, broken and poor
when your childhood runs hard and your luck runs out
when your best friend is dead and your other friend is ******* your girl
when your dog sleeps in the afternoon and dreams of the neighborhood *****
when your nutrients gets replaced with Xanax bars over the one who just left
when your tired eyes meet the brick & mortar of strenuous labor
when the smile is so fake that it appears genuine
when you go all in on someone you weren’t 100% sure of
when you wait on bleeding knees for the unreliable god
when you bet on the boxer that crashed to the canvas
when the interest is high and the banks are closed and the creditors don’t care about grace periods
when you understand very little and you expel a whole lot
when the cord of anxiety strangles your very essence
when you turn out to be just as everyone expected
don’t worry
it’ll all turn around
and find you again
someway
somehow.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 11:52 AM UTC
Let the present moment in time settle in it’s entirety
Let everything come back to normal from where it started as it is,
as it used to be and as it was prior.
Let everything come back to normal
Let today be a part of routine as was yesterday
Everything will get worked out,
everything will fall in it’s place,
if one decides not to give up.
Odds are part of life
Odds have got a place and make there presence felt in life,
however, life is also incomplete without the inclusion of odds as a part of life
Odds when tackled successfully and overcomed they then determine the calibre, capability and expertise of an individual.
If something has happened for good, then good will be followed by better and better by best, if it’s decided to continue along the same line of getting things done.
To start with something of which there is a faint idea that something like this can be done is the easiest thing
To continue along with the same is an uphill task and that is what is known as doing something apart,
different from routine,
however, everything in life happens over a period of time and so does expertise, which is gained only when experience is earned.
So one way or the other
In someway for sure
Bottomline has always remained the same as it is forever,
Never give up in life,
then no matter what comes along your way.
Always remember
Keep it in mind and follow the same
Never give up in life.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
You are my sweet escape.
You help me get out of my blues
and paint my world in different hues.
You are my source of vigor.
You get into my body,
flow through my blood,
seep into every part of me
and I will feel alive.
You are a wonderful chaos.
When the world turns me down,
you will make me feel so high.
When people make me cry,
you will suddenly make me laugh so hard.
When darkness surrounds me,
your rays of light will shine on me like
dawn after hours of being blind.
You make me see things that others cannot see,
make me hear soft caressing whispers that others can never hear.
That makes me feel special in someway
You give me freedom to do what I want without any hesitation.
You give me courage to go extreme without fright.
You give me happiness,
unexplainable feeling that needs a zillion words to be described.
They say I'm crazy
they say you are just an imagination, hallucination, a fancy..
an opposition to what is real..
'cause real is pain, real is fear, real is sadness.
You are surreal, but I believe in you.
I want to believe that someone so good as you could be true.
I want to believe that life is more than just rue,
that my life isn't about having insanity, but liberty..
Liberty that I found in you.
You are an abyss I am more than willing to fall in.
You are my drug.
I love you. Yes, I will forever be addictively in love with you..
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC