"stll" poems
A delicate crimson rose endures
The snow and winds of winter's grasp
And closes up and wilts a while
Until Summer sun it finds at last
In this world of unrighteousness
Where brutes and ogres' egos roam
And selfishness abounds like weeds
She exists in shattered form
With silent seething disilusion
And saddened, unrequited love
Maddened by the unjust acts
of those who advertized their “love”
A vain and self-indulgent god
Did sieze himself her mind and oath
Presiding as the demons do
In hidden acts pronounced as gross
Enduring the madness of matriarchs
And the hostility of tribal gang
Where smiles of familial welcoming
Turned into savage, jealous fangs
Yet though the bitterness seeps through
And anger permeates her skin
Sweet dignity she still retains
And devotion stll resides within
Her adornment incorruptible
Her spirit mild and resolute
Did not return evil for evil
But stood and conquered it with good
Happy is she who has endured
And in mild subjection did remain
Showing honour to a painful degree
To bring honour to Jehovah's name
And though she stumbled in despair
Yet withstood for righteous sake
Her loyalty, the beast could not sever
Nor divine concsience could he break
For like the rose at winter's end
That bears a striking sharpened thorn
Her petals still are soft and pure
And her soul with beauty still adorned
For the righteous one who sees all things
And whose love she yet retains
Will never for eternity forget
The love she showed for his great name
And should she reach out and beseech
And trust his salvation once again
She would know with certainty
He has never let go her hand
(For my precious daughter, Cheryl, who has been to hell and back)
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
*this is a poem for all children
and for the child in the adult
those of us who stll can stare
in wide-eyed wonder, and lust
for life; giggle some, and laugh
just a little when life tickles us
this poem is for you and us:
so
smile sweet baby smile
giggle sweet baby giggle
and laugh sweet baby laugh
let your dimples enchant the world
let the dribble of your drooling gums
wrap the dead hearts of skeptics
in a theme of rainbows and waterfalls
crawl baby crawl
and scream baby scream
a seizure is ecstasy in blue*
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
YOU loved the smell of my hair,
so i changed my shampoo but I STLL MISS YOU.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
making the left turn unto Wilks ave. My steering wheel spins in my palm and
There...... on the park bench sits a red shirt and two more.
So I ease off the accelerator and squash the volume Bushwick Bill and Ghetto Boys drop low in the back seat..... Creepin.
Shirt #1 passed the dank to shirt #3 these simple ******* dont see me ...... stll creepin....shiney steel.
Locked and chambered
Shirt # 2 gets a glimpse as he takes a **** but now its bang bang ..... more red and chordite smoke.
R.I.P.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Orchids i saw bloom today...
roses i saw fade...
no words came to my mouth to say...
no real remarks were made...
and then i saw a lily sink..into it's watery end...
and yet again..no words came to me...no words or signs to send...
once again a day passed by...with daisies in my hand..
one by one...went "he loves me not...he loves me yet again.."
and yet i frivolously spent..time wasted on the words...
when actions could have done much more..could have flown up...up like birds...
and here i sit...stll pondering..upon what words could have been said...
it is too late...i waited too long...the flowers are all dead...
and now im stuck..at winter's peak...it's spring time nevermore...
and here i am...full of remorse and regret..and at sadness's shore..
theres nothing to do...no words to say...for alas..to my dismay...
the roses have faded...the orchids have long bloomed...and the lilies...are far away..
no more are there..daisies to say.."he loves me not...he loves me so" that is my price to pay...
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 12:40 AM UTC
I keep everything bottled up, like the alcohol. I kept bottled up until the perfect occasion. words are like wax, the way they soothe your skin. Just to be ripped off. Beauty hurts, and my brain is like the junk drawr your mom says is pointless. I've got more than one, some have nick nacks. Others have yellowed pages with an 8 year olds signature. 47 questions to a dad she'll never meet. My mom found them and asked if I stll need these. I shrugged it off, but later that day she found me in a pile of trash gripping those wrinkled pages. Because if I let go of the grief who am I? I eat mini kit kats, and get drunk with people I don't know. To pass the time. I watch strangers in the streets, know me more intimstely than I ill ever let a boy. My mom asked me what the matter, the world shook into a great perhaps. I look away, running my finger down the cracks in the pavement. My dad never wanted me. She said, oh please. Huffed away. But what she doesn't understand. Is that she understands perfectly. But selfishly she puts it behind her. Because the men she chose to put in her daughters life, didn't belong there. In this spectrum. And everything was built up on pity & rebellion. Emotionally & physically abused since 02. I crushed that sea shell dad, the one I got from the sea. I guess it got bad connection. Maybe you never could hear from me...
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
He has been seeing someone
else
I asked and only lying cards were dealt.
With my heart broken, deflated in my
chest
I begin to wonder if I should lay myself to rest.
I watch my life now, through an old whiskey
bottle
drinking till I find hope at the bottom.
Turning it up so the liquid coats my
pain
My eyes roll back as it flows through my veins.
The taste of my emotions leave my mouth
dry
I turn the bottle back higher in the sky.
Tears leak from my poisoned
eyes
as slowly all memories begin to die.
More tears than that from a broken
heart
tears for my life, and my time to depart.
I let all my demons fill my
insides
with an ear-pierceing laugh as I plan my demise.
Will my mother cry when she gets the
call
or solemnly explain "She caused her fall."?
Will my father sob when he sees the
headstone
"The one that lies here died all alone"?
Will my sister crumble down to the
floor
or stand tall and whisper "She chose that door"?
Will he see me and remember the love he
ignored
or walk on by as I gasp on the floor?
Will I miss this cold air I
inhale
or realize I'd rather been buried pale?
Will I miss myself, and the one I've grown to
hate
or discover premature death was my fate?
I have made my choice, the one that changes it
all
to step away from the edge and refuse the fall.
But this smile can stay on my face no
longer
while I sit here weak and my demons grow stronger.
With the taste of whiskey stll in my
mouth
the choice I made I begin to doubt.
I hold the gun against my
head
and think of what's to become when I'm dead.
I hear someone open the
door
and off goes the gun as I fall to the floor.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
Go to your profile!
pull down the pull down menu
under gender
holy still crazy!
nobody told me so many choices were available
my titillated imagination reeling at the nomenclature of
****** orientations...
don't know what most of them mean, no insult intended,
chalk it up to a case of gender tender confusion
she, interrupts:
shut down the poetry, its near to 4am,
get some badly needed sleep, ****
you're a stll crazy
plain vanilla idiot!
light bulb goes off as the screen fades to black-
my gendersex is official, she-notarized:
I am a trans-plain-vanilla-idiot (with traces of caramel)
4:13am
p.s. E - please add to the list
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
The doctors tried their best
They said I did everything I could
But I still
Feel like I failed
And I wish you were still here
You would of comforted me
You would of answered
My jumbled up questions
But the one stll unanswered
Am I the villian
I get looks from everybody
Your parents wont talk to me
I feel like a man being crucified
For not being able to save you
Im getting shuned by society
Am I the villian
Because it feels like I am
What was so wrong
In trying to save you
Was it the fact that I failed
I cant apologize
No one will listen
I love you
Please come back to me
Even if that means haunting my dreams
I want to see your smile
Hear your angelic voice
Feel your hands on my face
And taste your lips again
I know its too late for all of that
Am I the villain
In this fairytale
I feel like I am
Somebody tell me Im not
And let me be with her once more
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
Owain ap Grufydd Fychan last of your kind
betrayed by the King that you once stood behind
though you faded at last into mountains and mist
on the slopes of Er Eryri you stll exist
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 1:24 AM UTC
It is often in our lives, when we stand at a crossroad, of 'What, how, when, and where'.When holding on, and letting go, both may almost feel the same and create the same rippulous effects.We are ultimately most hesitant then, and least confident about our very next step, which would actually be the ****** of our days to come. Why think, rethink, and think of it so much then, that we may end up doing nothing? why just not go for what we think, and give it a bright chance?
Life's an adventurous road, and sometimes we do need to come out of the cocoon that we've been so far, so as to step in to the next, genuinely miraculous step, instead of being dragged into the dullness of what we've been.Some steps may obviously require a new energy, a new and fresh us, but if somewhere you feel that it's worth giving it a try, bless yourself by going for it! we certainly do not get a second chance for everything, and if we somewhere believe that taking a risk can fix it all, its worth going for it. We all have fallen, gotten up, and walked again as kids...and it is indeed that zeal, to learn, to stand up, and walk, which made it all happen! But, can you imagine how regrettable your life indeed would've been, if you refused to get up and walk again, once you fell down and got hurt while you were learning to walk initially?
You certainly know, what is good for you, and what exactly is'nt. Stop compromising and limiting yourself with better, when you already know,that you're worth the best! work for it, take risks, and get it! It might surely take some risks and struggles to get to that pinnacle sometimes, but once you get through it, your very experiences of it will be overwhelming. What worst could happen to you in that journey? You'll fail, or you'll fall! but then, do not forget, that it will stll give you the knowledge and experience for your second run, that can be a disguised golden gateway! Isn't that fascinating?
Sometimes the best and the worst thing you can do for yourself and your precious life, are the same, It's just a decision and certain acts in accordance to it, that causes miracle or disasters.Go for it, and dare not treat it as a second thought, for the regret may last lifelong! Stop limiting yourself, when you know that you're limitless. Stop half smiling, when know that you can smile wide. And stop seeing life as simple, when you already know that each day is worth being celebrated, for the very preciousness it comes up with! Not everyone is fortunate enough to savour it whole, afterall.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
the most beautiful roses are not red,
but palest of yellow with pink
streaks,
violets reside in a giant Etruscan urn
before our modest home, a
reminder to the modesty
and brilliance of color spotting in a sea
of immense waves of ski-ed blue and
verdant green, a visual, floral,
peak,
the violent virtual of the week,
wrecks a soft creamy despair across
the nation’s cheek, another slap at
the notion of our greatness residing
in our above all, unifying and
basic simplistic notions of kindness,
and the violets turn out insufficient
to gladden our hearts in a sea of
bleak,
and I turn my eyes to the great scapes
that surround my soul, absent
only snow capped mountains
but memory works, serves up,
what resides a mere thousand miles away,
so now my visual vistas completed,
and a tea of c a l m, aroma soothing,
massages my temple and rests my
blood pointy fingertip composers,
and I am somehow, someone who is
tweaked,
upon my heart in the real of solid
dark of fog and cloud that is my
true tempered reality, where I am
wrecked and wreaked,
a havoc of pain relief cream,
soothing, relieving the anguish
that rests within and periodically
calming, thus alive to survive,
and yet remind:
a-salve to inject,
to still,
and yet,
permit stll,
a streak of
shrieks
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
Night, that cheating wife
of the Sun pulls on
her black *******
the ones with a thong
and glittering sequins
that stll lets the moon shine
singing his silent love song
until dawn comes around
and she slides off her dark
stockings from each leg
slowly one by one
before her husband awakes
and asks her to break
him a golden egg
for breakfast, over easy
my sweet woman
and let the yolk run.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC
Oh my love,where you are ?
Why you can't see that I am in love ?
Are you really blind to see that ?
Well do I have power
To wake you up
From this confusing life
X2
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pam
Oh baby, you are
Sleeping Beauty
X2
Sleeping Beauty
Are you awake from this dream ?
Or stll living in Clouds ?
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
I can still remember
those very first moments
that were so tender,
on that first day
when our eyes met
and I stole
that first kiss,
and it was
at that moment
that I knew that
I couldn't miss.
It was just
the right season,
and we both had
the right reason,
so we took hold
of each other
and haven't let go
eighteen months later.
Our lips met
within an hour,
and neither of us
felt any sorrow
just relief
and hope for
a strong tomorrow.
It was a meeting
that was long overdue
and for both of us,
it felt so good
because neither
had any reason
to be blue.
It was scary at first,
but we soon
found out
that we both had
that same thirst
for a real love
with no falseness
or lies and
a relationship that
had strong ties.
We soon realized
it was a first
for each of us
to feel so right,
as we got lost
into the night.
Eighteen months later
and I stll
miss her
when she is gone
for the day
and I still don't
know what
to say
when I see her
except
"I love You."
We still embrace
as if we were
just starting
the race,and
to this day
we both still
wonder if this
is real because
we are so happy
neither of us
has to steal love
anymore
and we are so
sure of the way
we feel. Jon York 2011
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
I counted
Thirty-three flies
Stuck
On the fly-paper.
A few stll
Wiggled their wings,
But the feet
Were cemented.
Even if you're born
With wings,
You can't fly off
When well-grounded.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Yes I’m a man, I checked it
the evidence is there
Still it does not really matter
what’s in your underwear
Quit playing the captivating pretty
you are way more than that
Underneath the nifty mask, the bait,
the shield it chokes to death
It’s a foolish trap of mating game
that´s gone terribly wrong
Know you are worth the gems inside of you
for those I crave and long
For what’s in your mind and bit behind
What’s there for us to share
There I find me, find you, the fields
I’ve seen once growing love with yields
Don’t get me wrong for having all this said
stll it’s rainbows unicorns
once bodies sing along,
surrendered free they become shared
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
I am left without
Without anything in the world
Empty.
Cold.
Alone.
Morose.
Society demands everything from you
The big man expects
I disappoint
The vicious cycle continues.
Often than not we are afflicted
With such comfort and familiarity
It wreaks havoc
Deep within the souls
It misleads
It confuses
It deceives
What could be done?
N O T H I N G
not a single thing
You let it devour you
Making one
Empty.
Cold.
Alone
Morose.
Regrets fill you up
You throw up
Every bit of sanity in your head
Unfinished businesses
Unfinished art
Unfinished letters
And
Unfinished feelings
Words left unsaid
Patches of skin left untouched
Parts of the soul left undiscovered
Part of who you are, lost
Forgotten
You look in the mirror
Not recognizing the reflection
Sometimes
It gets too much
You live
You die
And one day
Time will catch up
With all the space and emptiness
Then you will have reached
Singularity
But stll making you remember
All the pieces that have come undone
You still you
Empty.
Cold.
Alone.
Morose
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
A little part of me
Is always left behind
As I grow older
The smaller those pieces become
As a child I would hand out
Quarters of my heart
to those who would take it
Only to receive a veiled rejection
But still a sliver would follow
taken by them
Short friendships only resulted
In battered parts
Returned with fractures
Patched together with tape and staples
Smaller and smaller still
Is left untouched
Undamaged
Everything returned
Except slivers and chunks
Torn from me
Only those taken care of
Does the hole go unnoticed
Filled in with a part of you
Never love
Love would mean
the shy little thing
that's left of my heart
to be given in its
Entirety
But stll I'll lend you
A little bit of me
But just for a while
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
ive tried burning bridges they wont burn away
no matter what i do they are there to stay
standing there so strong like my love for you
like the burning bridges my loves still standing too
your always on my mind no matter what i do
even in my dreams i am there with you
doing things together like we did before
laying in my arms. in love again once more
before it all went wrong when we were as one
im still in love with you even though your gone
i cant sleep at night leave it all behind
when i close my eyes sleep is hard to find
i cant burn the bridges they wont burn away
you are always there each and every day
they just wont fall down no matter what i do
there stll standing strong like my love for you
always on my mind no matter what i do
even in my dreams i am there with you
doing things together like we did before
laying in my arms in love again once more
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
Wake up all the students failing each exam tell them with
Education you can be paid after learning and rule
Within the land wake up all the old folks forced to starve or pay a bill
They need to send a letter to their state senator on capital hill
Americia you know they fought in wars and taught their children
To be good citicens stll
Wake up all the preachers who from their assignment
Want to walk away don't they know GOD will be angry
On judgement day
Wake up all the church members at home or sleeping in the pews
If only they would listen might hear some inspiring good news
Wake up all the racists who discount all black skin thinking to divide
The nation that they can stand a chance to win
If you think the world could be better than you should really try
Stand up for your convictions count for something before you die
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
So many year later
and I stll keep trying
to wake up just one night
without all this crying
More dreams of us
laying in bed
Smelling your hair
Stroking your head
Why did God grant me
a second chance with you
Couldnt he have waited
Till I was a worthy boo
Maybe he was just trying
To show me a better way
Yet the deamons in me
threw it all away.
Those deamons feel gone
My head again is clear
Yet I just lack direction
Because i cant hold you near
I thought being with you
sounded so neat
Its all i ever wanted
to make life complete
So i crawl back under
these tear soaked covers
Having to hold on to the dream
That we will once again be lovers.
But that is so selfish of me
This i do know
Please God make it happen
Or help me let go.
Everyone says you must first
love yourself to be filled with glee
But what if all i ever really needed
was to be with my Marilee
I know how to make you leave
But how do i let you go
I will always be haunted
for turning our sunshine into snow
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC