"sssshhh" poems
coolness of august
spring fever never came
warm bodies turn to cold
as winter hits our skin
coldness of him
you make me sick just like a fever that cant be cured
warm bodies, rush in
you come to take my innocence
as you hit me
I become a victim
who is now trapped
A bird with clipped wings
You take everything I love
leave me with nothing
My family blames me
when it was your fault
I am the bad guy
Im the monster no one likes
Truth is Im the victim
to a horrible scene
that no cop seen
I scream inside
hide outside
I need help
but you silence me
I am broken
Sssshhh...
it never happened
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
all secrets
are open
and there are
no longer secrets in our
world;
and that’s not because
of Russian sirens
or American bombshell blondes
or Chinese academics
or Japanese robots
or smug British 007s -
but because, plainly,
secrets are no longer secrets
See, I’ll show you;
easy and logical
Everybody knows secret, right?
whoever kept it secret
since the word first appeared?
every teacher
goes head over heels
to put it on the vocabulary list
so the word is no longer secret;
also ‘secrets’ and ‘secret’
appear in every dictionary
and they appear everywhere
and everybody has them;
and even a child knows secrets
thanks to those
eager teachers
and the do-good moms and dad -
so what’s so secret about secret anymore?
Yes?
Logical?
I told you I’ll show you.
But not to worry;
we’ll bring back secrets
Ssssshhhhh!
not so loud….
we’ll bring back secrets –
it must be something nobody knows
not in any dictionary
not something public
not something you can google
and make it so easy
so it’s: secuzinis
Ssssshhhhh!
Not so loud….
What’s wrong with you?
See, nobody knows the word
and so secrets are safe and back again…
Yes?
Logical?
So secuzinis
Ssssshhhhh!
Not so loud….
Oh God! – there’s
something seriously wrong with you!
Well, be quiet
and all our secuzinis are safe
and unknown as secrets before
as only you know this
and I know this
that is, if I can trust you
and you can trust me
with secuzinis….
Ssssshhhhh!
Not so loud….
you see, it’s not even in the dictionary
and Google hasn’t even got a clue!
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 1:52 AM UTC
lost and wandering with out a story
a midnight lampshade stretched out over glory
not tricks or tracks up my sleeve
no more wanting, no more to grieve
a silent not darkness has swallowed my skin
sallowed and sickly the light moves within
and deep in the counscious lying there
is my soul flying naked and bare
never wrote more truer story of romance and sin
and it got thrown out with the cat food in the bin
and now it is different the air smells alive
i can feel her beneath me making me drive
and there are no words, tho i use far to many
for every time i screamed **** i found a new penny
and she was there all along just under my pen
i'd already written about her in everything back then
and oh what is love, i hear the bells cry
it was not those girls who chose you to die
for their misfortunes and weakness and what the **** evers
i am neat, petite, i keep it together
i kept myself for her tho i never knew her before
she was number 3 behind the door
i knew before she was there, she was my wife
i knew that she was an end to my lesbian strife
too many women to **** me around to many times
too many the focus of my love rhymes
what for? whatever...what the ****
sssshhh...i even tried to write one a book!!
oh i can laugh now, oh i can laugh at myself
who was i back then, what was with the red pen?
and now she is my eyes, my heat, my kiss
every moment is a feelin of bliss
she's everything i searched for without knowing
and every night in the wind its blowing
her name, the air is breathless when she is here
and yes i have cried a salty tear
for all the thousand pieces of my heart i have given out
she is worth a million more, with no doubt
and i am sad for those who cannot feel like i do
i am sorry for telling all those girls 'i love you'
because it was not real, i'm sorry it was something else
maybe something that carried some sort of wealth
they were not even close to how my garden grows
how could i be so blind to what was right under my nose?
oh my sweet sweet girl, oh my sweetest love
there is nothing else i can give you but all of this
and my arms have fallen inside out for you....
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Lost and wandering with out a story
a midnight lampshade stretched out over glory
not tricks or tracks up my sleeve
no more wanting, no more to grieve
a silent not darkness has swallowed my skin
sallowed and sickly the light moves within
and deep in the conscious lying there
is my soul flying naked and bare
never wrote more truer story of romance and sin
and it got thrown out with the cat food in the bin,
and now it is different the air smells alive
i can feel it beneath me making me drive
and there are no words, though i use far to many
for every time i screamed **** i found a new penny
and it was there all along just under my pen
i'd already written about them in everything back then
and oh what is love, i hear the bells cry
it was not those girls who chose you to die
for their misfortunes and weakness and 'what the **** evers'
i am neat, petite, i keep it together
i kept myself for him though i never knew him before
There was a number behind the back door
too many women to **** around too many times
too many the focus of my love rhymes
what for? whatever...what the ****
sssshhh...i even tried to write one a book!!
oh i can laugh now, oh i can laugh at myself
with a encyclopedia of ****** wealth
That was me? Who was i back then,
What did i correct? What was with the red pen?
and now there is my eyes, my heat, my kiss
every moment is a feeling of bliss
There's everything i searched for without knowing
and every night in the wind its blowing
their name, the air is breathless in here
and yes i have cried many a salty tear
for all the thousand pieces of my heart i have given out
there is to be a million more given, without a doubt
and i am sad for those who cannot feel like i do
i am sorry for repeating all those 'i love you's'
because it was not real, i'm sorry it was something else
maybe something that carried some sort of wealth
they were not even close to how my garden grows
how could i be so blind to what was right under my nose?
oh my sweetest love, my sweetest kiss,
there is nothing else i can give you but all of this,
I begged, stolen and borrowed hearts, black and blue
and my arms have fallen inside out for you....
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC