"starrin" poems
Why did you do this to me
Open up so effortlessly
I waited four God **** years
For you to say you that you missed me
And here we are now
I'm steady starrin at the ground
Watchin the world spin around
And it's not like it's even real anymore
How am I supposed to know
What your saying is real anymore
If only you really knew
Everything we went through
I truly did it for you
I never cheated
I couldn't even fathom it
But I was kicked to the curb
And covered in spit
Some how I could never let you go
I would start seeing you
in everyone I know.
You were my rock in my times of need
And it was you in my veins
that wouldn't let me bleed
You were my rock.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Strength in this green abyss my poet give me,
Endurin' stale air mashed with ticks of time
Who still tombed beneath my mind with plea,
Beg, release, carry thee through field's sublime.
As if floatin' high on a cloud cushion'd white
Starrin' with hoverin' gulls cupp'd on gentle breeze hands,
Spreadin' views of meadows lush over a dreaméd sight,
To see this myself to vision myself over glorious lands.
The work of the poet not unlike scolded skin to turn red,
Touch softly the area around ruby's tender heat'd glow,
Takes my tedium with magic guile from out my head,
Soothes the burn with lotion, easin' my throbbing sorrow.
I throw, with all lovin' intent a polite gesture to thee,
For this my poet and for this throw one back to me.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
Do I make you happy?
The way you make my eyes wanna shine?
Do I make you happy?
The way you make my heart wanna cry?
They're tears of joy fallin down from grace
When I'm with you, there's no better place
But now you're gone and I miss you
The rain won't stop, God, Please take me too!
Why'd you leave me?
Why did you have to go?
Don't you see me here?
I'm sittin all alone.
When you're lookin down,
What do you see?
My refelction in the window
Starrin back at me
Why'd you leave me?
Why did you have to go?
Don't you see me here?
I'm sittin all alone.
Do I make you happy?
The way you make my eyes wanna shine?
And do I make you happy?
The way you make my heart wanna cry?
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
One week before first day
By a dream i was awaken
fourth wind in the garden
By the will of might made.
How long to sleep i asked
Thousand years did pass
In blink of the eye not yet
To be has done told open.
Ages of time none to tell
Nor even out to compare
dated a mean to moment
Of had the second to take.
Counted sixty of like steps
another on fingers of hand
O clocks facing to express
Within minutes hour made.
That comes to be for last
Of second in minute held
hours last minute the day
Day by we how a blessed.
Day of world to never end
Since sun a match lighted
At a spark across in black
Finger of the hand apointed.
Palms closed bit of matter
Havin time pressed against
Globe be a shape of velvet
Turn to collect all its made.
Records rolled like pictures
Captured its all found afate
World round of sun written
Of all proud and so as great.
Once the set be come to as
And history of lives to cast
Parts of heroes and villians
To come to see and conquer.
As once the end be to have
The worlds corners ashape
A king and hero and lovers
Every to come to be a man.
Of brave the wild bein fate
Hands of clocks hear clap
Claping the suns every ray
To soul to watch it together.
Projected on black canvas
First row seated old paint
History starrin a premiere
That 15 minutes of fame.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 5:24 AM UTC