"someways" poems
Kiss me good night
Just hold me here in your arms
Let me bask in your warmth
I cling to you like I’ll die if I let go
And in someways I will
In someways I did
After you let go
After we ended
A bit of me died away
And now here I am
Cold and scrambling for anyone willing to hold me
Anyone willing to make me warm again
But alas, I am just a snowflake wishing she was an ember.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
school can be fun in
some ways or none
the thing about school is friends
all that they have to trend
school can be fun in
someways or none
the fun things about school
is lunch time and break
school can be fun in
someways or none
school can be fun because
you can have fun
school can be fun in
someways or none
school can also not be fun
school can't be fun because
of the classes you take
your classes are boring
and you feel like snoring
school can't be fun because
you have to work
working is boring
snoring is better
school can't be fun because
of the studying
the studying gets boring
school can be fun because
after the studying its time
to go home
to do what you do best
which is laying your bag down
on the table and going to the
couch to lay down and rest
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
The myriad of possibilities
enliven my ******** semantics
somewhere to go when
my slippers tell me not to
The words that i exhale
are the engine that fuels imagination
something to sustain when
my noggin is void
The vibrancies that rattle me
attribute to the found experience
somehow they strum
when my heartstrings are mute
The mountains that topple me
serve demise to my slippery friends
someways i have adapted
now i listen to blue boots
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:54 PM UTC
Were you a foreign land,
and in someways you are,
I would mount my trustiest steed,
cross your channel banks,
Marshall my invading column
Into your fruited plaines.
And there encamped under stars
Our two houses would negotiate
Terms of mutual respect and pleasure.
Upon which we would survey our lands
Entwined in milk and honey,
And give promise of protection and eternal fidelity.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 12:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if world matters not, as each step and time is progressed to the events of our surroundings. One action leads to another, while we are living in the moments. In grand scheme of things what are our contribution to the world, and then what is it that we try to achieve? Sure we want to live our lives in the fullest It can offer, but at the end of our lives in this world what is it we try to achieve? Judeo christianity offer the answer that we are given utopian after life for our great deeds, or eternal flames of damnation for not accepting god's gift! In Hindi or Buddhism it is the leaving our personal desires, and be part of God or obtain the eternal nirvana respectively! While I am for happy thoughts of eternal happiness, I wonder if those ideals were only instilled onto general populous to keep things under control, so chaos will not take over our world!
I know one thing for certain, and that time is always consistent, while after my death things will simply go on. It's funny isn't it, rich or poor, gender, nor our belief, even our solar system has expiration date scientifically speaking. Our planet will one day collapse due to our sun going super nova, and it will create the the vast black hole, ******* all sense of the word life! Not even our greatest minds have found a way to get to another galaxy, just able to stop by our neighboring planets, because space is expanding faster than we can reach the speed of the location of our desired inter planetary exploration. Now if we can find a warm hole, then can humanity of terra still progress?
Life is bit silly I suppose, we live, bear children and die, and repeat. If all religions was false, and all those judging eyes were also wrong, I want to live life treating people the way I want to be treated. In my personal thoughts, I want to live a good life as life can offer me, and share these good life with people who I enjoy their company with. We live a very short life, and I want to make it count. If I can help humanity in someways, I want to do it in a meaningful ways, but living the life the fullest as I come to meet my own end! I can't be afraid knowing everything will end individually, and trying new things are the ways of our lives, while I'll have my limits and my personal barriers, there are absolutely nothing to fear!
Live life, and make it count!
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
my chin quivers when I really get to crying.
that's different.
yours never did.
but your neck runs into your collarbones the same way
we have the same chin and nearly the same jaw line
mines just slightly more square
our eyes are exact in color not quite in shape
but equally transparent
skin the exact same shade sprinkled with sun kissed pigment
freckles parading across the endless rise and fall of our bodies
they both breath
we both have seen my childhood and yours
I'm sure the inside of your eyelids feel like mine
they look the same
I'm sure you feel it, when your alone and think my name
we are not so different.
In someways we are still the same
I will cherish it.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
Maybe it was the way I told you.
I rolled my sexuality off the tongue
like sweet milk and honey.
Saying it so casually
I might as well have hands stuck
between pockets of worn in grey sweatpants
complimented with a deep v that goes
down to my belly button.
I said it like the spoken version
of a sticky note
written with my best chicken scratch.
I guess I didn't say it with any more girth
because I felt like I didn't have to.
The picture in my head was
like a short silent film from the 1920's
that only needed two cards
to show what we were saying.
The first saying "I'm not straight",
the second saying "Okay."
Okay as in that's totally normal.
Okay as in I'm happy you've found yourself
Okay as in I'm glad you're comfortable with your sexuality.
Okay as in not a celebration or a witch hunt.
I was not expecting what came after.
Telling me that I was just trying to fit in.
That I didn't know myself well enough.
That I'm a liar.
That I can't be attracted to every gender.
That I'm selfish.
That I had to wait for the "right man".
Comments pouring onto me like a cold shower
entering old wounds
that stung with every syllable
and you got mad when I wanted to get out of the bath
Of course I would get upset
with words trying to make me
disregard the day when I found myself
after long nights
of locking myself under bed sheets
feeling confused and not knowing
how to answer questions I'd ask myself in the mirror.
In someways I don't blame you.
You didn't hear the past in my voice.
You didn't hear the storm
only the calm winds.
But it still hurt,
because these bitter words
flowed from the people
who were supposed to love and support me the most.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Somedays I know I care more than you.
Someways I hate how much I love too.
One day I may just leave you behind,
Some days I think I'm losing my mind.
Sometimes you treat me like a trophy.
A fight to obtain but now too easy.
Those days you come home and refuse to speak,
But I never stop talking, showing my heart is weak.
The little things are now no more.
My little things must be a bore.
I know I don't make you most happy.
I know you think I'm far too sappy.
You never tell me I've done something wrong,
Either way, it becomes clear I don't belong.
I just wish that our love was the same,
Instead, I'm alone in this "love me" game.
Maybe I am too high maintenance,
Been broken down to your complacence.
Perhaps some things don't get better with age.
I'll make my role "the" role on stage.
This stage is life.
Make performance of strife.
Win academy awards
Out of backstabbing words.
But shine with that smile,
Always go the extra mile.
Even if your love you won't show,
Mine will always be something you know.
And with or without you, it'll grow.
I'll clearly never stop begging for your undivided attention.
Forever chained between a Heaven and Hell suspension.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Dear Autumn,
The birth of your sister, Summer has made me miss you
Even more than I did a few months earlier.
And just between you and me,
You were always my favourite sister, Autumn.
You are sort of half way between your other sisters,
Which is what I like about you, Autumn.
You, yourself are your own person.
You aren't as annoying as beloved Summer tends to be,
Nor are you as harsh and bitter as Winter.
You carry about you a certain warmth,
That you can see, but not quite feel.
When I think of you, Autumn
I not only think of how, in someways you are like a second Spring,
Where every falling leaf is a flower,
But I think of the sun and how it is there,
But you can't quite touch it,
It can't quite reach you.
It is hidden behind the clouds.
Perhaps that's what I like the most about you, Autumn.
The way you come, and then you are gone
Before I get the chance to stop, and truly look around.
I guess that's what makes you so special.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
you killed me
so you could live
survival of the fittest
you saw i was a parasite
and kicked me to the curb
like i was some cheap *****
but i guess in someways i am
Because for years
i let you fed on me
taking my sanity
change my personality
use my depression to make you happy
let you hate me
so you could breathe
but you leave me
because i asked for understanding
in return
you couldn't give me more than a favor
but i should of known
parisites don't return
what they stole
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
home at last
with my family
i hadn't seen in 8 years
is what i imagined?
no it isnt
it's better in someways
and worse in others
but family is amazing
my family is amazing
my mama
is amazing
you never know how much a home can mean to you
until it's all gone
family. :)
there is no home without family.
home
is family
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
We had all just got back from eating in the city. Jamie was driving. He was the smartest kid in our school yet he has a gpa of 1.5. That always seemed to amuse me for some reason. Jamie loved to do drugs ,and since his parents were rich he always had someways to pay for his addiction. Lynn and Myron were quiet as Some nirvana song served as background music. We were heading over to the park. It's where everybody comes to have sex,do drugs, or let their children play. We all got into the back of Jamie's truck when we arrived. Myron stood watch for people even though nobody was gonna be here,at a park, when it was almost 1 am. He was built like a true athlete. Everytime we went somewhere people always thought he was in his 20's. So he could buy me cigarettes and such whenever I needed them.
Jamie started to pack a bowl for us and Lynn sat next to him eager to partake in something new . She brought the cheap apple juice bottle to her lips , and inhaled. Her eyes were closed as smoke came from her mouth. It looked so peaceful and fun.
Why couldn't it be like that forever .
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Scared I was
Whenever you’ll pass.
How I shiver from your touch
Afraid to be on your clutch.
Bony fingers,
Please don’t linger.
Alone, you are
Make sure to stay afar.
You don’t give you take.
Leaving us with an ache.
You listen to their last breath.
Before taking them to death.
I loathed you,
I know you knew.
Yet I learned,
The beauty of being burned.
You leave scars not on the skin but in hearts
No one did understand your eccentric arts.
But I did in someways,
Understood your plays.
Took away the pain you did
And in return, souls were rid.
Empty shells were left at the bed,
Making us grieve and mourn the dead.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC