"speek" poems
That week
nearly a year ago
When we didnt speak
Each day
Disappointment in your son
Took you past the point of tears to
Pure avoidance
Of eye contact, speech,
And everything in between
Unable to look at me
Without steady streams
Cascading down your face
I thought i had hurt you beyond forgiveness
And that week I learned what it would be like to live without you
If only you knew the hurt
I went though
Having caused pain so deep
You couldnt even speek to me
Feeling your
Forgiveness, your love
Was like being pardoned of a life
Sentence
Like being led to the light
Out of darkness
Like I was a dehydrated desert wanderer
You were my water
You quenched my thirst
You loved me first
And I love you in return
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
We are under the fullmoon with company of cold breeze,
let me stop the time and let me do it freeze,
please let me come close to you,
you also love me this all i knew,
just touching of hands making you blush,
now we are under love far from rush,
i can see your shy smile under your lips,
let me hold your hand in my hand and let me give a kiss,
it's some dark but your bright face,
and your birhgt eyes from which i trace,
the best things and best words to speek,
loose yourself i know you believe on me,
it's time for a hug,
which'll make me crazy and it's my drug,
let me hold your hand now
let me make a wish,
i want you my life as you are my breathe,
just forget the sorrow,
and let it me borrow,
leave the uncofort and just breathe love..
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:10 AM UTC
It's not all that hard, it's so easy to learn,
Each and every one of these simple rules.
You see, I'm not even American,
But not even us Mexicans are such fools.
I know this language like I know myself,
I never laid hand on the shelf,
Where everyone placed their literature books,
Just to drop it for looks.
It's easy to remember,
Why can't you see,
English is so easy,
Or is it just me?
No.
That wouldn't make sense.
Spanish was my first language.
Yet I've come to know English better than my native tongue.
You're not North American, British, or Australian?
Alright whatever, I'll let it slide.
But really, born and raised here?
Come on, it's a free ride.
Deosnt it btoher you taht erevy wrod is speled rong?
Notice can't that you is order your wrong?
Proud to be an American, it isn't really saying much.
Cuz it lik jus syin I cn bearle evn speek such.
Yes, I think you're stupid, every time you spell wrong,
Because it's so easy to fix even a word that is long.
It makes me wonder wether your autocorrect's off?
Because that simple thing, knows each time that you're off.
Is it really so hard to put in that one vowel,
Or put in the consonant so your spelling's not foul.
Or correct the double-negative, you know it's not true,
It's easy to do, just proofread right through.
We all have the ability needed learn,
Yet it seems your ability's been placed in an urn.
You've got a big brain, so why don't you use it?
Trust me, I know, you shouldn't abuse it.
If you have pride in nothing else,
That's fine,
But it's good to have pride in the fact that you know,
YOUR LANGUAGE.
Be proud that you can communicate well,
Be proud that even the nerdiest of nerds can't use words you won't understand,
Be proud that you know how to use correct punctuation,
Be proud to know where "ph", "gh", "ou", "eau" and the silent "t" are used,
Be proud to know which words comes first, and which one comes last,
Be proud to know English, you can learn it all fast,
Be proud to know the art of words,
The art so many ancient cultures knew,
The ancient Japanese, and Romans, and even the French,
Yet America has forgotten how to use words.
Be proud to be a leader of the generation in the USA,
The generation that brings back knowing our own tongue,
So that foreigners who come don't know us better than us.
Be proud to know the beauty of language.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
It's the 50's and I'm walking home from school
a truck rolls by and i see a body boom.
"whats that" I say and I look down the drain.
It's my friend, a girl, oh I have forgot her name.
I finnish my walk home and I walk through the door.
The first thing i say "Where's my sibling's mom?"
she simpy replies " At the old hospital ***
So I start to walk and find that place.
I start to climb the rusty fire place.
I get inside the buliding,there are kids every where.
screaming and yelling
"QUICK, HURRY! THERE'S A FIRE OVER THERE!"
I freak out
Where's my siblings, oh dear.
Maybe i can find them if i go down here?
I climb in a dumbwaiter not knowing what I will see.
I get to a floor where there was just her and little ol' me
"Hello there new friend, would you like to play?"
Why sure of course, I have some time to play.
She was small petite, with gorgous red hair
her smile, he laugh, her skin was so fair.
She was beautiful like a angel, but something was wrong.
she offered me a drink, what happened next i wish i would have run
she opened her fridge and what i saw
1 million little peicese, her parents cut small.
She came after me with her knife in one hand.
How the hell am i supposed to get away,
get away from this scam!
So i scurry up where i came from,
and i said my goodbyes to that little one.
The hospital is blazed,
and my heart has sunk.
My siblings have died i just know this one.
I get out side just in the nick of time,
before that building fell I was sure I would die.
I see right before me those flashing lights.
maybe they got out, maybe they are just fine.
Then what i see is my youngest sister.
Bleeding right there all over the stretcher.
She no longer had arms or legs and it just broke my heart
i ran to her to hold her, and tell her my goodbyes.
Then before i could speek my words
she said
"Goodbye"
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I am walking through the mall,
your walking next to me.
we can't wake the baby,
I wish I knew why.
Each store sells something different.
Everything is so complicated.
Now you'r dragging me to a room.
The walls are white, so is everything else.
I'm scared,
I wish I knew why.
There is people all around.
There is about to be a show.
You're so excited.
Why are we here?
They herd us into a room
Now everything is red.
I'm terrified now,
I wish I knew why.
The show begins, it's magical and fantastical
there is magic and tricks.
"Now for our final act!"
Oh **** what's this..?
We all clap, what's about to happen?
"We need only one, and i choose you"
A light shines on you and they come and take you.
I cry and freak out, you need to come back.
I wish I knew why.
"These people they arn't okay!
They want your soul!"
How i know this, I will never know
I see there portal and I jump in.
You're lying on a bed,you're tied up and strapped
"They are comming for you,
they are going to eat you,
they are all vampires. Please baby
let's go."
I wish I knew why.
I grab a magic wand and I speek words
I can't recall.
Now we are back in time, it's just me and you.
I remeber that day,
why are we here.
I wish I knew why.
It's a dance, for school that is.
You ask me to come outside.
I follow you out when a car comes flying past.
We have to help.
We run and stop the car just in time.
Someone comes running we saved the day.
"Hey it's time, time to watch the show."
You look at me excited to go.
I wish i knew why
"Maybe we shouldn't go"
I hate to beg and plead
"But i really need to see"
Thats all you have to say to me
"Why, it's just some horrifying
vamps!"
I scream and shout
You look at me weird, and start to walk off.
But because i love you, I follow real close.
I watch the show and you had a good time.
They didn't choose you and you were just fine.
I wish I knew why.
I'm ****** back into that portal ,
and the world reviels it's secrets
back in the day when you wanted to see them
you didn't, i stopped you
and now your dead.
When i went back I changed that fact.
Now you're mine, you were supposed to be mine.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
"you don speek my languish"
"I'm learning. Learning takes time so leave it to me."
"I'll wait anoth ur 150 yeers, if you are not fluid it is good see yeah."
"'Goodbye.' You don't speak my language either."
"you don speek my languish."
waiting politely, Tinkerbell glow fading curiously into the overheat overwhelm of city neon and street lights, Soul's glazed eyes of hypnotic intuition begin to close.
"150 yeers. meet me everywhere."
Fading into a geometrically dark centre (dark as in far too bright, similar to when one stares incessantly at anything at all and the peripheral begins to fade into whatever greater colour scheme the senses have meshed into a Rorschach blot you've been asked to interpret), Soul fleets a smile (you feel Soul's smile, as Soul has no real face- Soul has all faces and hence none).
"Goodbye. You will find me when you find yourself."
"You do speak my language."
"I do." Soul whispered back, adding--
"It is you who doesn't."
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
On days like today my world is good and I am at peace in my own skin... this skin...this home, the only one I can truely call my own- and this skin...my flesh that made my stomache turn, once worn and hated by the child it covered, a blanket to hide my shame, that guilt and despair, empty promises- broken dreams, now seems like a distant memory...
It's all current, a constant emotion, that tug of war with past, present, future... but today... I love myself, I see my good and I have walked with my dark holding it's hand... my light shines on. Anything I want will be mine, anything I need will be had, my heart has healed and my eye's are open, everything I do from this moment on will be done with a passion, that will not succume. I walk towards my goals, never settling, giving my all until it's got...
Feet guide me, eye's see beyond lies spoken by the sweetest lips, voice speek steady, staying true to myself and skin... this skin I call my own... yes skin protect me from any lover's touch that might scorch my flesh or burn my heart. I live in this skin, and in it's foundation of flesh and words I find strength in myself.
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
Rich. I am not. Poor. I am not.
Nor do I have any money to speek of.
But I am rich beyond my wildest dreams.
I have a family that loves me, a daughter I love dearly more than my own life
and will treasure more than any bill can pay for strife.
I follow no greed to its end for I know what road gold will lead you down.
I know that in the end, I wish my family to be around.
Money buys not happiness nor does wealth buy true friends.
For they cannot be purchased by wicked, evil ends.
I have no penny in my pocket, nor have I a dime to my name
but I know that I am happy and will not live in vain.
Clothes do not make the a man and tattered are his wrags
To riches I will set myself apart and in poverty take my stand
for I know what true riches are even though I too wear my wrags.
So busy yourself for all your toil and make your money fist over hand.
In the end you die a lonely, bitter, broken man.
But when my grave calls me and before it I stand looking in.
I will die with a smile wider than monetary riches could ever buy.
For I am poor and have no home but truly, I am rich.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
Walking in da room
I don need to make no noisse
I am da noisee
And I speek loud
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
When I find someone who makes me smile it's hard, but I understand why you go. I am a dirt bag, the lowest of lows. Im just trying to keep this smile you bring, like I said it's hard but I will let you leave.
I want a taste of passion biting on the edge of bliss, waking up to that smile and living for that one girls kiss. These moments I share might as well be a pebble in water, at first the ripples are close and then they grow farther and farther.
Your actions speek loud, louder than your words, but then again you don't say much, you have no voice to be heard.
So what am I to act on? My telepathy and assumption? Alright girl I know women and I am good at that game, but please remember I never asked to play. I just want you to be blunt and admit you don't know what you are doing but your not going to stop because you think I am worth knowing
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 8:08 AM UTC
Turns my smile into frown...
Anxiety, I'm drowning deep down.
A voice deep within,
Another face that hides within.
Acceptance of the fact,
In denial of the truth.
Keeping thy self low,
Feelings, I am willing to throw.
My apologies,
If only I can put an end to this,
I can't find inner peace
With fate being such a tease...
I have so much respect for you
What I feel is true
All I speek is absolute
Reason for many to salute.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
(this is a very old writing from me, when i was just starting grade 9)
i wish this boat was going faster; faster
i wish you would have gone, faster; faster
and now im here, in this disaster
that we have made, u left me astray
and im sitting wondering why;
wont you speek?
did i do wrong...
my enemy's have forgiven me, and
you cant even talk.
i see the pain that you did feel, i know its real,
but nothing compared to mine.
you had trust in her; well i had trust in you.
i look out at the water, and i see you dying too.
at one point i wanted to die with you.
i hate the choice that you did chose.
you say SHE WAS EVERYTHING, but i thought
i was too, i know now i mean nothing, nothing to you.
May 18, 2011
May 18, 2011 at 8:39 PM UTC
The words I love you send me running.
When theas words are said the first thing that comes to mind is
liar.
When you complement me I wander what are you really thinking.
I've been hurt to many times to trust your words.
So you will have to show me with your actions
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
tired eyes sweep dust from pages
written by those who tried
their entire existence
to understand it
what compels us
to find words
for the unfinished sentence?
if our wings were clipped
why do we still attempt
to fly?
reflections in dilated pupils
speek fathoms of
who I could be
who you might be
we buried them without knowing
why
white noise
does not silence
the wandering mind
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
When bright days fade away darkness comes to play.
good days, once bright slowly fade to grey
making good times, once long shorten till they fade.
I've been in places where light doesn't reach and the dark holds me captive for weeks it feels like im bein choked, i can't breathe eat, sleep, speek, or leave.
my screams are muffled more as the pain pulls me deap.
Walking is pointless when you can't seem to see.
asking for help only pulls me further into the deep
Till one day a loved one notices a change in personality..
And for a moment i feel saved, i can once again feel free.
Then later they leave, and you wouldn't believe how fast things change.
When you see a person who's seen as insane remember there in pain.
Its hard to talk to them because they don't see things the same as you and me.
But the saddest thing is that there much more likely to be profits and see earths beauty, understand arts meanings and spend time on simple things.
Life isn't easy and never will be but before you judge me for feeling dark remember you also have a heart.
the mind is a muscle and we work it hard so feel lucky yours hasn't fallen apart.
Billions of people live on earth's yard so how can we discriminate on those who have it hard.
Im sick of seeing grey every moment I breath because people can't except everybodythey meet
Nobody's the same but masses of people still claim harmony and peace are important to believe.
But fame and money drives everybody including me
Sad as it is we've lost lifes simplicity's and continue to pass on our greed to generations of baby's making people into robots as we lose our own thoughts...
Grey is hard to see thru, and i can barely see
I've lost my brighter day,
it may take a life time but when the world burns its money and stops governments from running our lives than freedoms will open our eyes.
We exchange what we know and what we have between one another in return for what we need,
If we can end the greed we can help the hungry to eat
days will have purpose and people around the world will come from the darkness and finally. see
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
All my life I have had the toughest times
But I always smiled
I have never told my secrets
So they rotted my soul
I have never stepped out of line
I kept my place and stayed quiet
I never spoke wrongly
But I always made mistakes
I have been put down
But I have kept my head up
But what good did it bring
What things do I have to speak of
What gives the strength to smile
To keep my head up
To keep silent
To never speek wrongly
Where is this strength I find
Where did it go
Will it come back
Or will I stay exhausted
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
Two lover lying beneath the innocent sky.
Looking at the moon in heaven, in the
silence of the bitter cold winter nights,
with stars painted across the innocent sky.
Hanging on to every word spoken,
as if this may the last time they speek.
The emptiness provided a mark of better
understanding, for the promise made.
There will be a time where he asks you
Just follow you're heart and never ever.
BE AFRAID
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC