"spys" poems
exhausted mare foals
scenting oats hay leather wood
from hay loft girl spys
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
I cry myself to sleep some nights,
Thats the price I pay to roll the dice.
Should i take my life tonight?
I'm defeated from my insides.
My mind, can not rewind time,
Im denied the prize, of a second climb.
Trying everyday not to lose my mind,
I whined one to many times.
Should be a crime to deny my rights, I'm losing my mind, with these guys.
Inside my head, behind my eyes, they tell lies and become spys.
Their not nice, they want me to die.
Make me cry, every single time.
Your not real, but I still feel,
Only i can take lifes wheel.
And hope for this sickness in my brain to disappear.
Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 5:36 PM UTC
Hidden in tranquility it plessures my mind. Peacefull and obscure just the echoes of my thougths. No sound no interuption just the spark of the dark , it fills my heart with wondering plots. What to do, what to say on the upcoming day but this little spark distracts me so in plain white my mind stays no thougths no plans just me and the serenity and gaze of the spark. I dont ask for ligth for this is the only need, some peace and quiet shadowed and unseen. The ligth is too brigth and it hurts my eyes not to mention the noisy people at dayligth witch if I havent mentioned I despise. Morning birds are the devils crys I prefer the owls the nigths spys, all I need is the sparks dark shine to make this moment torn twine with I. Just meditation it and I no ligth just this exeption of this spark and its ligth shine.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Foxes
spys
ansesters
of the dogs
very quite
really pretty
cool
Foxes
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
The wiretap traps me and my conversations betray me, society's got it in for me, they want to listen to and watch everything I do and they think that's something new, but its been going on forever where the people fear the unknown and whether they know it or not this is the society that we've got, snoops and snouts and busy bodies,
nobody wants to see what society is doing to us and me who couldn't give a **** if they want to waste their time and look can see it, I am it and I'll be fit for the camera spys who want to score a point by pointing lens intending to listen in and what can we do but pose and smile.
In a silo twenty kilotonnes of high explosive yield sealed inside an
ICBM waiting for the wiretap men stands sentinel, watching for the strike,
I like that we are being projected on some console, toll free we are free to blow the world apart.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
A mountain sits way up high.
Flowing streams of stress flows through his shattered body.
So much wear and tear breaks him down.
Its always cold no matter how close to the sun.
Stuck in his worrys he can't move.
He pears over the clouds and spys a leaf.
Oh how wishes he can be a leaf.
Fly around to see this world. Have beautiful colors which burn so bright it will start a fire deep inside. Float with such ease in a carefree summer breeze.
Dance anytime it pleases.
Taking chances of romance.
There's never any grief.
He loves the leaf.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
I *** up a sheet
toss it behind me
as i become absorbed in my thoughts
once again
...
he walks down the empty street
it is dark and he is lonely
not nearly as lonely as he was at home
he had to get away from the screaming
he sees the ball and picks it up
reads it and smiles
throws it back down
...
she wipes the sweat from her hairline
grabs another tray and shoves it
in the oven
hears a shout
smells the warm butter
sees it
unwads it carefully,
delicate hands
chuckles
and drops it back onto the floor
...
he gets ready to throw the punch
tense
tension
waiting
silence
WAIT
he spys it
stay quiet and don't move
averts his eyes
reads it
gets angry
cries
when he looks up she's gone
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
A moon by
A star that
Galaxies spys
Telescopes the night
Copyright 2019 Joyce Joadiyce
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC