"stoping" poems
you cant defeat me
you wont
Ill cooperate
Ill act scattered
Ill be unfocused
Ill be motivated to motivate this terrible distraction in my mind
The answer is simple
College and AdHd dont mix
they collide
my brain is a dj playing dubstep
24 hours a day
non stop full volume
crank it up
because there is no stoping.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
My oh my , dear oh my
Why sole me , deliberate shy
Arrouse me in meself inner sanctum
To cause penises go wild erectum
Why me frail and naive
Touched and grabbed feels so tactile
Breached and pinched gets me unleashed
Fortold and shadowed narrows me leached
Oh how i humble and crumble for pain
Pleasuring may not be enough, but not in vain
Showering me until it rains
Pumping my blood through my veins
Widely and unique i scorge and emerge
Make me *** till i purge
Bright and shiny i humbely traverse
For a non-stoping reverse
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 3:54 AM UTC
i have never tried drugs,
some pills that could make me intoxicated
as i was already high on happiness.
but then i realized,
self love which was the spark
behind my positivity is vanishing.
i was horrified.
it has become a drug to myself
that i couldn't imagine my soul working without it.
my passion needed more doses
of self love, and i couldn't make it anymore.
at that time, i wished—
if self love can be found in forms
of pills and drugs,
then i already would have been intoxicating.
but i never got it.
i thank myself at that time
for stoping myself as sometimes
self love isn't important as long as
you are breathing.
other than your blood, flesh and bones
anything can make you go insane.
so it's better to stay on earth
and stop doing our drugs of different obsessions.
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 11:26 PM UTC
As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of
With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff
As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth
Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do
So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side
When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by
You should have seen them all guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies
It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and lasso's
As the party went well into the night
They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine
In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time
From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl
Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall
We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie
We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I
Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone
Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town
They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked
Plus they doubled the price of the *****
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night
Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had
I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast
Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave
Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
The thin glistening needle threads
back and forth,
back and forth.
As the black thread slowly tangles in a knot
It twists and turns through each circle,
creating a lump in the center,
stoping the artist in their track,
forcing them to ponder on the black thread.
Should they continue?
Or should they stop,
cut the string and restart,
unwind new thread,
And strain their eyes again?
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
Haven’t written in a while,
The reason or reasons seem jumbled in my head,
I know what I want to say but I question if it wrong if I feel a certain way,
Lying in dread,
From these thoughts, I try to escape,
Lies I remind myself,
Feelings are lies,
Allowing yourself to hide is the greatest gift you could give,
Keep on tryin to believe you're alright,
But at night it’s like the light can’t even help
You’re fine,
There’s nothing wrong,
Well, nothing significant,
Roof over head,
Bread in tummy,
Plates to parents,
Air to heat,
Sheets to shoes,
All it is mind over matter,
As long as you don’t mind it won’t matter,
I mind,
Does my mind matter?
Do all the thoughts I think matter?
Is it wrong to feel what I feel?
Is it wrong to believe what I believe?
What’s right?
Why’d I stoping writing?
Why'd I try to silence myself?
Is it the thought that my voice is meant for silence,
That I should be the girl in crowded hallways who bears her soul inside the books, walking quietly,
Smiling at strangers, trying to remember no one sees the chaos in my brain,
That it’s all tall tales I tell myself,
So I’ll sit and type the feelings I feel,
Allowing the silence to fill the voids of speaking,
knowing I’ll be judged for them,
Believing my life is meant for more keeps me going,
And one day showing the respect of a voice that just wants to feel heard,
Silence is deafening,
Let me know if you can hear it too?
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
I love to make him groan
His soft sighs, his moan
As my fingers trace the line down his chest
Temporarily stoping just short, I let my hand rest
As we passionately kiss, lips locked in a long embrace
I kiss down his chin and follow the trail my fingers have traced
Then every so gently I go down
Making his eyes roll around
It slowly intensify till his moans become liquid
He caresses my head up and says "girl your gifted"
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
And in my sadness i feel safe and sound. The voice of the monsters hit me like lullabies, the warmth of my ruby red blood spreading through my legs warms up my hole body, the tears immerse me in a bath so relaxing i feel no need of stoping them.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
you cant defeat me
you wont
Ill cooperate
Ill act scattered
Ill be unfocused
Ill be motivated to motivate this terrible distraction in my mind
The answer is simple
School and AdHd dont mix
they collide
my brain is a dj playing dubstep
24 hours a day
non stop full volume
crank it up
because there is no stoping.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Stuck in the middle of whats right and wrong,
I was dieing in the fear of needing love,
The love so strong,
ItS kind hard not to be a ****
With all these ******* around ya,
Talk is cheap, running their mouths be too quick,
And lame writers making disses that look like bad raps and essay papers,
It will only offend us , it you make us,
The mafia is whack as ****
And melz recruited ********
You really think I'm giving up,
Like ******* on striPper poles,
You all are an embarrassment, to poets everywhere,
I should delete my HP for how you poorly known,
I can take the feeling out your flows and make it an extraordinare,
I don't need it anyway I got website of my own,
With an audience on facebook,
That expect more from me soon,
Trying to check my page every now and aagain,
To see if I'm dissing you,
Are you that scared,
So unprepared,
Fakely incompatible,
With all affairs,
I swear I would drop names,
but y'all Dead to me,
Your not there,
Where did you go,
Where are you words,
Please use your tongue,
No further questions can't be sunt,
Gave you life,
You wanna breathe,
Stoping you from not doing so.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Blank man......
Mind full of emptiness..
Aqua man..
Mind full of water...
Bat man...
Mind full of wealth...
Super man
Mind full of Lois Lane...
Speeding stoping amtrak trains...
And she still on his brain
Do you want that love
do you desire that love
Well my name is Clark Kent
And I can acquire that Love
Super human love
Kind that God sent
and save you from it all.
You just be yourself
Dont ever have to change
And I'll provide you wealth
For nothings out of range
All the creatures in the sea
Will envy you and me
Cuz they will never have
this love that makes us glad
This super human love
speeding train feeling
Polar bear hugs
No baby your not dreaming
As I stated once before
My name is Quentin Briscoe
And Im your superman
Your one and only hero....
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 9:07 AM UTC
The world slows down.
That’s a good thing.
Priorities change, also good.
The rat race fades into memory.
It’s now time to appreciate things.
Let the next generation battle to climb the ladder,
keep their heads above water.
Time for walks with the dog, stoping to smell the flowers.
The body creaks where it didn’t before but the wisdom gain
more than compensates.
Reading and learning still much fun.
Smile at the young ones as they expound, knowing
time and experience mellow their sound.
Enjoy the children, appreciate the miracle, then smile when handing them back.
Reflective walks in the woods wondering what other paths you could have followed. Then realizing though, the one you chose lead you into the woods.
As time passes on and the young ones grow old, it’s important to remember, we had our time, our time in the sun.
Prepare to move on, our time is now done.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Just in the nick of time, I
Escape from the world and
The crazy people that live in it.
People in a hurry, going nowhere fast
And not stoping to enjoy the beauty. *"Our
Culture are vultures"* not
Knowing when enough is enough. Let's go
Back to the past when
Life was simply and people actually cared.
Understanding that we can change the future.
Each day we have a chance to make a
Stance and change the outcome of our future for the children!
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
The earth is the devils playground
Fear He loves to spread all around
On friday the 13th He turned it lose on France
He let his minions do their dance
There is no way of stoping him
He does whatever he wants on a whim
He minions number in the millions
Never knowing which ones they are, they look like civilians
The devil entices them to blow themselfs up
He whispers lies, "you'll be drinking from that heavenly cup"
The devil knows there will be more
Trillions of them wanting to settle the score
All we can do is pray to a callous God, who long ago quit listening to our cries
Us never knowing why
So we bury our dead
Try to comfort ourselves with something inspirational said
As we watch the earth turning red
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
The earth is the devils playground
Fear He loves to spread all around
On friday the 13th He turned it lose on France
He let his minions do their dance
There is no way of stoping him
He does whatever he wants on a whim
He minions number in the millions
Never knowing which ones they are, they look like civilians
The devil entices them to blow themselfs up
He whispers lies, "you'll be drinking from that heavenly cup"
The devil knows there will be more
Trillions of them wanting to settle the score
All we can do is pray to a callous God, who long ago quit listening to our cries
Us never knowing why
So we bury our dead
Try to comfort ourselves with something inspirational said
As we watch the earth turning red
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Yellow, grey black and white,
the only colors filling these grounds .
Here, no familiar animals turn around,
life's worst enemy is the world itself
a place where nothing
is ever safe and sound .
Lives only what can endure a living,
Survives only what can find a daily serving
of another living thing,
for food
before eating it rapidly
as to not attract
the four, five
sometimes six eyed
rats
and not end up deceived,
caught, in another one's
trap.
Nothing living for three hundred
meters around..
Except a small three legged snake
maybe what used to be a lizard.
Our little friend quickly disapeers
into a valley of mountains of concreet and cement slabs,
escaping the dangerous air
he is getting back quick
he needs to reach his lair
suddenly, on the way he stops.
Dreaming?
Staring at an familiar old strange logo
frozen in a rock reading :
2132 Champions the mighty Red socks.
Not knowing letters
the lizard makes it's way,
creeping through a crack in a bathtub
to reach its destination and stay,
a skull used as a house,
a round rock of bone
filled all the way
with sand, not smiling because
the toxic air has eaten up all
of it's fake teeth,
looking at an old piece of rust
it still forces itself a grin
like if wanting to say "Smile I must !"
Our lizard stops,
his eyes wander around
the ground although sand
is the only thing to be seen
here with concrete.
It has been a long time since
our lizard hasn't met another
of his race.
It wasn't the same when
he was just a child,
things move at such a pace!
Our lizard is now getting sleepy,
his eyes fall as his plated
neck stays straight.
When shall he find food ?
Will he find food ?
Will he be eaten, will he die ?
He asks himself in his old fractured scull,
before stoping ounce again
to close his eyes and listen
as he always loves to do,
to that same acid and toxic breeze
flowing on top of the blocks.
And although he should feel
happy, although he feels distressed,
he can't help to believe :
"What a mess !"
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Rain drips from my hands
Mixed with blood
The endless flood will hinder my plot
But still I smile
I know I'm doing wrong
As I step over the first body of the night
And I can't help my self from asking the obvious
"am I going to hell? Do I deserve nouthing else?"
It's to late though it has started
I raised my gun
And fire into a guy
No idea who he was
No mater
He was in the wroung place at the wroung dam time
His family will morn
But **** happens
If theirs a god he will repay the goon
And I shail be punished
So no point in stoping to wonder
As I'm opened fired on
I laughed a grenade be hind their cover
With the explosion all sound stopped
Besides the screams that shall haunt me to the grave
As I entered the last room my target looked at me
A kid of 10
Not much older than mine
I raised my gun and fired
Sealing both of our lives
One to hell
And one to heaven
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
Here i was, wide awake
Looking for my step ahead
For if i fell in sinful pit
There would be a matter of life and death
Fearful drops of vicious water
Came towards me as a man of slaughter
Breaking my vein, stabbing my heart
Looking at me to tear apart
But i kept my faith in Almighty
Unbelievable for you and me
Still as a response to midnight dark
Fearfully beating at the pit of my heart.
Came the siren answer to me
Who are you, whom do you seek?
I said, my voice in a hush tone
I'm in search of a room, i dont have the key.
And again the voice of wisdom rang
Putting in me the word-"i can''
Telling me to try my best,
Pushing me to pass this test.
I sat up taking a new ambition
Ready to get rid of this complication
But as i stood up, came the thunder
Bringing my head down to wonder
Neither i had treasure to take
Leave silver, diamond or gold crate
Not even a leaf that room holds for me
So what shall i conquer thee?
So i sat back down for ages
Passing through all my weak stages
Slaving under the ********** of fear
Holding back drops of tears
I can't do it! i heard myself say
Stoping the freedom and running away
Though my mind laid on the peaceful heaven
Thinking and thinking from day 1-7
All the pleasures of heaven being irresistible
Made me more and more feeble
Suddenly a thought came to my mind
Which turned back the days, turned back the time.
Human as i was, greedy as i can be
Forgot all the pleasurable treasures waiting for me
For heaven was it! heaven was it!
Freedom was the throne where i would sit!
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:44 AM UTC
The winter air
surrounds me
chilling my bones,
making me shiver
down to the core.
Sitting on this hill
covered in snow.
I cant help but think
how beautiful the world
can be.
Peaceful,
no noise from civilization.
Just the swaying
of branches in
the wind.
The sun is falling,
the snow is glistening
silver streaks
across the hill
from small children
sledding down
the hill in the distance.
I started to hear
the faint echo
of laughter.
As it started to snow,
snowflakes hit my body.
Turning my dark clothing white,
and my nose red.
I stared up at the sky,
catching the snowflakes
on my tounge.
I layed down,
spread my arms outwide,
and my legs copied.
As the snow angel was
coming alive.
So was I.
Feeling like a child
once more,
embrassing the moment.
I will never experience this again.
Stoping mid angel,
still looking towards the sky.
I close my eyes and wonder,
Why is this snow different
than the snow from my past?
I never cared for it, always cold
and slippery.
But the sense I get from it now,
is beauty and peacefulness.
Soon the snow will melt,
though this feeling will stay
frozen in my heart.
I will always remember this day,
about how this
cold breeze kept my heart warm.
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 2:00 AM UTC
Created to destroy us there deadly poisonous, you pay for it, you pray to quit, but truth be told, you cant kick it. God **** these cancer sticks, that are sold through out our nation. Purposely designed for the decline of our population.
I'm just another victim with the sickness, no stoping now addiction. This poem is called addicted, for those who smoke the death sticks, of tobacco but try to quit.
Its a habit you cant lift, and even packaged like a gift. Just try one have it, light another with matches. I started smoking to fit in, then it developed into a habit. These demons in a pack of 20, constrict my lungs and turn them black. I know the risks yet still I smoke, why must I buy this pack.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Bottle it up.
do it.
Throw it in the sea.
do it.
See.
even the voices in my head agree.
they never agree.
Wishing that the emotions coursing through my veins with every beat.
of my heart would go with it.
knowing there's only one way...
stoping my heart
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
it keeps going.
s.t.o.p.
it always ends with a period.
...
or a bullet.
But the bitter tears stayed.
The raw emotion filled me up.
Like a bottle, overflowing.
A tsunami of.
confusion..?
...
Anger.
At myself, for being incapable.
At those around me… for being so blind.
Why can no one see, why can’t they see that I’m not ok?
Why cant someone see through my white lies and blinding perfection. don’t they know better?
they have to know better
WHY won’t they do something?
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP
Can’t they see I’m b r o k e n?
or...
have I gotten too good at make-belief?
Sometimes it feels so real that I get lost in the moment.
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??
The wind drowns out my screams.
its ok.
its not.
But I'm use to the silence.
so quiet.
...
it use to be peaceful.
now it's loud.
s.i.l.e.n.c.e.
so much.
s
p
a
c
e
why?
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
...
For a second, pretending I’m ok.
o k.
But the gravity shifts.
one moment...
I’m weightless.
s o a r i n g
through the sky.
And the next.
I’m crushed beneath the weight of the world.
Like Atlas, but I’m down on my knees.
The weight of reality is too much to bear.
I’m sinking, like a ship...
A ship with too many holes, beyond repair.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The weight of knowing sinks in grief envelopes me, welcoming me. Into its comforting darkness.
I wish.
I wish- things could be different…
Maybe in another life...
I think thougtfully as I look out into the storm.
A practiced captain knows when to give up.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Looking back down at my hands I seal the bottle shut.
I’ve always liked solving mysteries, it’s time to be one.
I’ll bet people would wonder why the selfless girl took… took from herself.
With a last look at the beaten boat, I toss the bottle weightless for a split second, before dropping like a stone, into the sea of green.
THUMP.
So quiet without a splash, not even a ripple.
THUMP.
She was gone.
S I L E N C E
.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 5:45 PM UTC
In the end
We never really know
We dont know how we got here
And we dont know where we are going
In the end
Well at least for me, in the end
I found someone who understands me
Who truely knows what its like to be in my shoes
The end is all that really matters isnt it?
Because our whole life, we are always focusing on that point far away
Never stoping, never looking back
So is that one fixed point in our future all that matters?
Certainly not because even tho we look straight at it, the closer we get, the more tempted we are to look away, i dont want to see what lies beyond that point where my life draws to a close
And my mind is forever
Lost
In the end
We look back
And we see what we have always been looking for
We see the happiness
The so called meaning of life
The beauty of the world
And the beauty of love
In the end
It is a dream, a very pleasant dream for most
And for some...im sorry to say...a nightmare
But it all comes to a close
Those who suffer can feel releif
At that final moment in their life
A moment that cannot be taken away
A moment that belongs to them,
And those who look back upon fond memories of days past can feel pride
Of what accomplishments their will has brought to the world
In the end
The end is really what you make of it
A dream, a nightmare, a tradgety or one final justice
The end is nothing more
Or less
Than that
And if it seems to be approaching too quick then by all means
Slow it, do everything you can to slow it
But never try to speed it up
Or stop it
You only get to understand and make certain of what it all means once
And after that
Lights out
So let it take its time
And when the day comes to meet it
Shake its hand and welcome it with open arms
As you would
And old friend
Intheend
Heintend
"He intends to understand all that he was and is to be, and so he will accept what comes to him with open arms; the willingness to find out what lies beyond will not be forsaken by any intuition brought forth by a power other than the power that lies within"
He intends
To end the end
In the end
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
High hopes on high ropes
Swinging dreams back
pushing forth, life is d•o•p•e
come full swing, me and you
Tip toeing the pebbles
ever so carefully in rain dew
Sometimes on my tip toes
I feel someone a seether
Only in my breath knows
I treaded not for very long
But as harsh to please
To comfort, with ol song
On my fingers touch my lips
The tire of replicated movement
Made God and the devil pist
Tomorrow, crossed out my name
The merry-go-round that spin
The fire in my skin is pain
all the people know her name
Back and forth I rock my chair
thinking and going, stoping,
And time is not ticking
time is looking for rest, dropping
killing every move my toes make
Unchaste paragon I make rebel of,
and off they will go... my orgen
To a valkyrie's back who will slane
the shame of me..
~I am still hanging on. I love you mom.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
Suns Rise,
I love the sunrises,
The way the breathtaking light creeps across the sky,
They enfold into something beautiful,
So many colors,
So much passion,
They engolf the darkness,
It's a trutly heart stoping sight that not many take the time to see,
It goes until there's nothing but light left,
Then as the sun becomes tiresome,
It crawls to it's sleep on the other side of the sky,
The light slowly fades into so many bright and beautiful colors,
So pretty yet so sad,
Sad this beautiful day is over,
But there's always the memories,
Suns Set.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
I feel so lifeless , I think I'm disappearing
Not in the eyes of people but in mine
Regardless if I'm sleeping or not
I feel so numb , I'm slowly losing my sight
I close my eyes and I realize that I'm falling
Into a sea of sadness where smiles are forbidden
I'm losing my breath , I think I'm drowning
The sea is dark and I'm really scared
I try to open my eyes but I can't
Then these question cross my terrified mind
Am I really deep in the sea ?
Or am I just beneath the surface ?
Am I really in a sea ? Or am I the sea ?
Is the sea dark ? Or am I dark ?
But then again am I imagining ?
I open my eyes again and realize it was a dream
But wait ! Why am I locked in a room ?
And again I wonder
Am I really locked inside ?
Or did I through the key ?
Is it just my wild imagination ?
Or is it just my unsettled fears ?
I'm lost searching for answers
I'm tired from escaping what I don't understand
My mind is temporary stoping
I'm sorry but I can't fight these demons anymore ...
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC