"sry" poems
If truth were the elixir of light & love,
then the smallest breath of Flame(s) can pierce through the infinite void of fear and illusion,
It is proven
that the opposite is impossible...
!#love is the force that bonds all particles %
(((only weapon I need in my arsenal.
ALTHOUGH for A select few Anger is optional,
Bee wise, according to Spock Blind fury would become mathematically illogical...
*the computer is blocking out the connective tissues for this verse,, sry...
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:04 AM UTC
I have arms made of china that break whenever you let go
I am an alignment of stars that you seem to disregard for the moon
I hold ownership of waterfalls for eyes
I have a body made of one-hundred sheets of college ruled notebook paper that kids like me used to make scrapbooks out of
I am a collection of bruises holding up photos of a Father's fist,
My hands were only made to hold those who feel empty when not holding a glass of wine
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Day 21.
Cant even look at myself in the mirror. Not after wat I've done. I look gruff from the unshaven beard, the dirt noticeable a mile away. I pass by the fancy restaurants, reminisce on the lyf I used 2 hv. The streets I used 2 rule, now am but a sore, a blemish on the beautiful face that is lyf.
Day 22.
Too many days without seeing u,
I rummage thru the trash, searchin for valuable scraps of food.
Vivid images of the horror haunt my mind.
Constant reminder of wat I am, wat I've become, wat I wz.
Day 23.
Resolve on my mind.
I need 2 confront you.
Salvage the remainder of my soul, right the wrongs.
Tonight I camp at your door.
Day 24.
Not a sight of emotion from your face.
Pure indifference.
Cant say am suprised.
I'm scared.
I'm losing my mind.
The sight of u overloads my senses.
Guilt in my eyes, ice in urs.
Am sry I say.
But its too late.
One word wont erase the hate, the disgust u hv for me.
Put me out of my misery, I beg.
Hv ur revenge.
Take me 2 that dark place.
Six feet under.
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 4:23 AM UTC
She held it
all of the feathers;
all of the hell
that ever mattered.
The curse
thee accused
the allegations
of a child abused.
Sry, cold, nightmares
of the very old.
In a pen, in embrace
all of the fear
all of the hate.
"Right, with me!"
"Write, with me!"
Every new dream,
write with me
using the dragons flame.
Red, blue, green,
the very chartruse color
of fame. No swords, no
hard words, no martyers
do we stir.
And mask all of the dead,
with the life of every word.
Left unsaid, He alleged
that I had proved luster
to remove his head.
And the mask stays
as a true love of words
wonderful words we shared
in stead of our lovers bed.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Light
Is is bright?
can it be true
or is it a ruse
for bright can only be seen
if you are in-between
in a land in a dark vail
Is light really there
or is it the glare
the spot of hypnotic kin
the plight of the night
that wants a friend
like a brother to go within
For within the dark
we couldn't start
to see what is around
so maybe then
light is the friend
of dark that shows us beauty
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
Hello?
Yeah ..I'm here
Do you want me....to go?
HELLO!
No need to yell.
I ju
I'm thinking
Okay then I'll go
Wa8!!!!!
Okay
U hurt me!
I kno
No..u dont
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Pre 10
Nrvs
K. Me 2
So..so sry
OOOO
2 mad 2 talk?
IDK
I wa8!
hello ....
Hello....
stfu.4min
Sry!
Bb I was wrong
I'm crN bn crN
Me 2
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Í NVR LisN
O......k?
4gv me?
Huh u?
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But I wan 2
X plane? N0!
We OK?
Wil B
I'll wa8
2u c me
gin. K?
Wer z at?
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Left u?
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hello.....
Hello.....
R U there?
HELLO
U S.O.B
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?!
sigh
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
seems as though i can't seem to rely on anyone anymore. really starting to see the fine line in my life at this moment. I thought i had things tying me down, but i can honestly say that i don't anymore. and i don't care about leaving so called, "friends" behind. No one would miss me, and it's a powerful feeling that i hold. waiting for replies for hours, just to either be ignored, or again; be an outcome of someone who had nothing better to do. it's all just very frustrating. waste your life away with some ******** *** friends, they will only bring you down. only then when you have reached the bottom of your trench is when you will come crawling back to me, asking me for forgiveness. i will be there to let you forgive me, but when you come to the realization and look at me with your mascara crusted, boston terrier shaped, eyes- i can say to you with no remorse, and truly mean what i say. f u c k you. yes, f u c k you. and **** you for the pain that you have caused me and the stupid thoughtless questions that i keep running back into my over-fed brain. i ******* showed you all of these people that you are now calling "friends" without me- you are the aftertaste of society, and i will rinse that taste out once and for all.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
An Endless lie
but momentary honesty
that's all I want
the *** of gold at the end of the rainbow that has one desolate ******* piece of yourself that isn't just fool's gold
You are nothing but another part of the collective
another face
another name that no one will pronounce because to everyone else in this big world you don't ******* matter
You dress the way you do to fit in with the misfits
You are just a contradiction that is contradicting why I should even bother knowing you
I used to think you were my world
and I wanted to be your moon
revolve my life around you
that was the plan
but the thing that never goes to plan is the plan
I don't look good enough for you
I don't have tattoos but my body is a temple
I am not thin enough
to make it simple
I am nothing that you want
I try to get your help when I need it most and all you do is put me on pause because a guy just walked by and mmmm he is cute and better looking than you so sry hope the ground kills you instantly so you won't remember how bad I made you feel.
Next time I need your help as I am falling without a net
for goodness ******* sake
just admit everything about you is fake
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
ok sry slight re-write
Imagine, if you can… another time, a different place
Liberate your thoughts, allow them freedom...
into outer space
Worlds will quickly fall away, as will our dreams…
though we give chase
I say your name out loud, once again conjecture…
just in case
And hope, we really did exist... if only circumstance
Brought together cosmically, although all quite by accident
Nothing in the distance but the galaxies…
just happenstance
To glow for but a moment there,
within their silent... fleeting chance
No conceiver there, to create the Universe...divine
Just pressure, mass and energy... to inaugurate the dawn of time
Epochs come and go unnoticed, absent...
any Grand design
Though I can still recall a moment, I was yours...
and you were mine
We’d scan those clear Kentucky skies, beneath the bright,
but endless void
i must admit that there, with you…
my youthful heart was overjoyed
And we’d lie among the ruins of the laughter, we had so enjoyed
Time stretched far ahead of us, the illusion now...
sadly destroyed
So if we find one day, there is no God…
no grace we can foresee
No Heaven waiting there for us, no souls unite…
we cease to be
I’ll go to what awaits us all, it lies there silent…
patiently
But I can still recall those nights, they linger deep...
in memory
So if we just exist within a realm... of someone else's mind
They thought of us, and gave us all the happiness...
we came to find
With dreams of you and I, to gently comfort...
and remind
If only just that moment, when I was yours…
and you were mine
It was a
Time of Light..
Dean Evans
1-13-15
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
i am sry
that i refuse 2 water
the flowers
that r in my brain
ur the only flower
i provide water 2
and i give it all 2 u
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC
looking at our relationship, things
just haven't been the same lately.
we haven't been fighting,
but there's less laughter,
less conversations,
just something isn't right.
is it me? i'm sure it's me, it's always
me.
looking down at this plate of steak and
asparagus, moving stuff around on
my plate, hoping you won't
notice, sharing no conversation
with you.
normally right about now i'd be lost
in your eyes, only i'm finding myself
lost in my own thoughts
this time.
"something wrong? you've hardly touched your dinner".
i quickly pick my fork back up,
trying so hard to
eat just a little more.
"oh no, i'm fine, just not too hungry
tonight".
i know i'm lying to myself, and i think that lump in your
throat says you know i'm lying too.
but still, we drive home silently, until you finally pull over
and ask me why i
seem so
sad lately.
i sit and ponder this for a second, thoughts and memories whirling
round in my head.
why have i been so sad lately?
well you see, when we first
fell in love,
i would kiss your cheek
all the time
and you always told me how much you loved it.
but now, you just brush off my kisses, tell me to wait a second,
you're just too busy right now.
i think that's what's making me so sad lately, but i just don't know how
to put that feeling into words.
so i just sit, staring out the window,
simply unable to
answer you.
and i think that might just be the saddest part.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
I found the perfect life partner and to my surprise, I've only written a few sappy cringe love poems about him because I get to live the love poem out loud every day of my life
It's almost been 4 years of loving this man,
and from day one, I've never been more sure about anything:
this is the purest, best love that is so good I thought it was only fake
until I found it.
there is no perfect set of words
just a crawling smile on my face every time I think of his name.
to love so nicely, and to be loved so incredibly in return is life's greatest wonder
how did I find this love that comes with no complications?
"how?" every day, but it's a question you shake off because you don't need to ponder it for too long, before you know it you're just 3 hours into a new conversation, legs touching while sitting on the couch, a glance over while you work next to each other separately, head thrown back in laughter as you share a bath in the tub, running errands together happily getting ketchup for your fridge, holding hands as you wait in line at the doctor, playing with his hair as he rests and he smiles in his sleep, just constantly in wonder, in awe, in love
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
Thank you,
And im sry if my poems arnt always good.
But this place
This is my place to be selfish.
To veeeeent all i want too
HP is my freedom.
Im honord that your here
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC