"str" poems
You love what you love.
When you want to love it.
For as long as you want to love it.
You are who you are.
You are forever unique.
You are literally a miracle.
This is beautiful.
You are free to love.
Free to be you.
Most are normal,
But some are lucky.
Some of us get to be weird.
And sometimes it's hard to be weird,
Normal people don't get it.
Why poetry can raise the hair on your neck,
Why a math problem makes you smile,
Why the little moments in life str the biggest.
And even though most people think weird people are well weird,
They are wrong,
Weird is lovey.
And weirdness is spreading,
Because being weird is a blessing,
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
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<before> i heard you [gasp]
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i ^saw ^you
<before> i//just//knew you
were there
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thousandsofbodies
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the second. biggest. lie.
of them
all
ex {c} cept that
it didn't
mean. a. thing.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
It's a simple poem represented in a conversation between a stranger and an ordinary man .
The stranger went to the man's house ...
Ting, tong, ting, tong
Man : who's there ?
Str : sorry for interruption
One of the people is here !
Man : what do u need, sir ?
Str : I'm carrying you a message
an experience from the life I want to share
--Tik, Tok
Man : here u are ..
Str : thanks
Man : so, tell me more ..
Str : oh! That planet out there ..
Looks beautiful from here !
Man : yes, it's marvellous
Based on what I hear
Filling of cozy atmosphere
Full of happiness and relaxation
Besides, it's a place where there is no fear
Str : hahahahaha , u made me laugh
What else did u hear ?
Man : Um.. I heard it's a place
where dreams can be real
And the people there, have machines
That drive them anywhere
Only what they have to do is
To say : drive me there !
Str : fine but ..
I was waiting a question like " where " ?
Where did I come from before getting to here ?
Man : Whoa whoa whoa , who r u ?
Str : just calm down !
I'm one of the people who lived in that planet, sir !
Your speech was rather meaningful !
But that planet there isn't that wonderful !
If u want to go there,
Don't spend a lot of time to think
All u need is just to abandon couple of things !
First , ur heart and humanity
And just about any thing makes u feel
To end up exactly like a beast
Vanging all the meal
Then, seek for things that appeal
Villas, cars , wives and fame !
--- giggling for few seconds ---
-----Remembering that shame ----
Do u know what thing I blame ?
Letting my conscience to be killed
to be like an animal needs to be tamed !
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
I breathe out
and inhale you in
sweet white oxygyn
reaching upward
through my nostrils
traveling to my depleted lungs
I drink you up
first in small scared sips
and then I'm gulping
the warm kindness
the authentic core-coating love
that I have only found one other time
in my mother's eyes
that has been there, this whole time
a devotion that demands tears
I let you own me
You wrap your tired arms around me
they've been trying for these five torn years
and you finally feel another human being
in that embrace
Your body like a blanket
covering me
finally allowed to protect me
from the harm I had created so wickedly for myself,
a ********* paralyzed in life
I surrender from all of this pain
conforming under your skin
allowing all that makes you so
incredible
"Five years," you say
and today begins
the first day our love is truly
shared.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
This city breathes
the city stirs and turns
this city is a sleeping tiger
a moving, boulevard-striped back
skyscrapers like strands of fur on end
it raises its young here
it is a mother tigress
as its cubs play and sleep on her warm body
their paws pound the pavement
they feel it move
her beating heart resonates in every beam and sewer grate
her roar is in the screeching subways
the bustling voices and
blaring horns of the streets
the calls of the preachers
the drums on the sidewalks
every cash register in
every deli
the sobs
the gasps
the spoken word of her clan
she moves in
strange
ways
she is a firm parent
and rears her children strong
and when they come, she will break them
remake them
rebuild them as stronger beings
she watches her offspring as their hearts
grow and
break and
grow
and she caresses and toughens
the tigress is strange
her young are countless and strangers
bound only by a love,
however deep,
however dim,
for their cubhood home.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
i
think
i
must've
dropped
my
ambition
on its
head,
soon
after
its
birth
cause
it
tells
me
all
about
how
it's
gonna
grow
up
to
be
big
and
str...
but
it
falls
asleep
in
mid
sentence
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
and i’ve lived years of
turbulence; to be loc-
k’d out. problems str-
iking as an adder. pro-
blems adding to the
strike out. end of the
game we all play but
for the lone individ-
ual, and i was hand’d
the pack of smokes
with a ten wrap’d ‘ro-
und. not an act of for-
ced reliance. act of:
– save your money.
you need it more
than i.
and i’ve learn’d to ac-
cept. to receive with
grace and charity, to
offer in grace and ch-
arity. that other ten
percent. braking.
January,
year prior, to be found
destitute yet suffer no
one’s restrictions. and
the numb fingers rem-
ind me of my obstina-
nce, remind me that
i’ve been made to suf-
fer the cold.
oh, how the frigid
men slept with a rotg-
ut shank prepared. en-
ding dreams in which
survival is their sunrise.
and i pull’d a scarf over
my face to obviate the
cold. and in the false
spring of year prior, the
trees were trick’d to
give up their leaves
budding life as an
early spring sacrifice.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Hiding in the bathroom
until my fear goes away;
fear of what
absent minds think of me
between their grubby socks,
bad hair and alcohol.
I could have been alone today,
counting the minutes
of self-enforced bed rest.
Maybe taken a little time
to organize my thoughts,
made battle plans of how to cope.
I've felt the air too long,
I think I'm oxidizing.
I str e a c h
my thoughts to transparency
so I can see right through them,
analyse the funny creature
behind it all.
I wish I knew where to sit,
place myself strategically.
Fake mingle,
mouth dry with vapid sentences.
I couldn't stand it though
so instead, I've locked myself in.
Old papers always
had conversations with me.
The leaves would talk forever,
if I let them.
I never had to turn left
at the end of the hall.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
CFP National Championship 2015 Live Stream (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnVuMMFVMTc)
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
your memories haunt me
every second of the day
my mind is in h a
c o s
I cant
th
i
n k a
str i t
g h
your love is my CURE
but you're too a f r a i d
if you save my life
you'll die instead
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
*i wish i could ******** like a stephen king once in a while, but then my imagination sometimes gets a kick in the **** from delusional thinking, this the antidote to "a lack of imagination," this the artistic equivalence to a magician's trick, the illusionary works of sawing a woman in half; the many times i spilled some whisky on it... it happens... it happens so automatically that it's sometimes terrifying; now to find that cognitive anchor... ah, here it is: i.*
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to b- thrown into a worl- of -istill-ri-s
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3. op-n a win- bottl- with a mat-hsti-k
an- fin- -arth in th- bottl-: mu--y
grit, soil.
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of th- anglo-slav; as a -hat up lin-.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
We are not just order in the disorder;
We are order fighting
for not being
disorder.
Order breathing.
order eating order.
order fighting
ord er cryi n g
o rde r la ugh in g
or de r l o v i n g
o r der di str ess e d
b yt h e f a c t
a l l
o rd e r
e ven t ual ly
be co m es
di s or d er
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
I have seen that ME
Seeking for a trivial book
Whose sentiments mingled my soul
I have seen that ME
Wandering down the Quay Street
Where harmony was found in chaos
I have seen that ME
Falling in love with a lonely cloud
When the wind lies a paradise
I have seen that ME
Voyaging on waves of blue
Whom the young poet cried with
I have seen that ME
soaring as a kiwi bird
which died in eternity
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
Dine fødder,
der bruger en str. 46 i sko
trådte på mig
ydmyget
med halen mellem benene
flygtede jeg
men jeg kunne aldrig slippe væk
fra dig
du er forevigt i mine tanker
gemt væk i de hjørner
der gør ondt
når man kommer til at nærme sig dem
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Five. A simple number. Not so simple getting here. But it seems like my whole life was lived up until we began - so that we could begin - and make it this far- and even farther...i just don't know how far...and more than anything i wish i knew.. i wishwe'd get to see each other more than every two or three weeks... we've been talking all the time - mostly about nothing at all. And i miss you like crazy baby... I feel far from you...and it worries me...I hate feeling far from you...when you're the one I'm closest to. It isn't a pretty place, and I don't know what to do, but I've had this line of a song stuck in my head for like a day or two..."If you don't like how this place is, then take yourself to higher places". That's what we'll do. We've been in high places together. And we've been low. We've been places we shouldn't go. But I'm where I want to be whenever I'm with you...and today is special so I want you to know...while feelings go up and down and we do too, my love for you will always be atleast this big.
Codybear, your very own STR
(<3)
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Walk, keep walking.
Don't look up, keep walking.
Walk until the grass turns to dirt and the trees turn to shrubs.
Walk until the light dims, so barely alive, burning slowly.
Slower, walk slower
Look back, all you can see is nothing
The flame longs for warmth,
but my mind longs for release.
Please please understand this,
I don't want anything from anyone.
I just want to find that grin again.
You know you're going to keep walking.
It's that voice that won't go away,
and the voice that won't ever come back.
The smile that taunted you barely exists anymore.
Probably gonna keep walking.
Maybe you'll find some shadow friends out in the lonely desert,
they won't want anything from you. But that's what's missing.
You're only walking because you're afraid.
You're only walking because you're scared.
You're only walking because you have to.
But you don't need to.
Just give yourself some room to stop thinking.
Before I start walking, I'm gonna run and never look back.
It's only a matter of time.
Things are only growing stranger here.
I used to live in a white blanket of warm discovery.
And with our eagerness to inter-mingle our minds
infected with curiosity and room to smile,
We were so happy. We were at peace. We just wanted to smile.
Once again I return to the white land,
nothing is ever the same, of course...
But this is just ridiculous.
I miss the Gray.
THUMP BUMP THUMP PUMP
You're growing str(a)nger as you go farther
Maybe one day I'll meet myself again.
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
it was a beautiful day
out on the street
the kids are laughing
in the scortching heat
the sun is shining
down on the concrete
the children run around
in bare feet
the dogs chasing them
in the sprinklers
baithing suits and shorts
his and hers
the day is young
the sun is bright
nothing is wrong
and everything is right
the world of kids
what can go wrong
this day will be over
before long...
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 8:00 PM UTC
We experienced struggles in life in order for us to be persistent to what we are planning to build for the future, and to make ourselves stronger than what we have ever thought of.
We cannot deny the fact that we, sometimes, came across of a feeling that we are being left behind, but it should not make us rely on a conclusion that what we can only do is to accept defeat, instead, make up our minds and keep the fire burning in our heads.
As for these struggles unfolded right before my eyes, I knew, it is meant to break my heart but never my aspirations in life. I will do my best, even if best is yet to be found.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:37 AM UTC
The rain d
r
i
p
s
as the man walks do
w
n
the str e e t, It is dark, yet light.
Night, yet day.
Thought, and emotion....
Knowledge, and fear.
"Fear." The thing that can destroy any man.
Or bring them from the ashes.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
The temperature hastily drops
Wind blowing, rain streaming
I woke up late this morning
The sky's been plastered
I walk meagerly to class
This day will be the shortest.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
IF you follow me bring the dead along for all the children have suffered and all madmen pollute || ~~ IS GAME OVER “? between sun-beating down & STARS beating
psychotic clowns/ the pogo clown has died forever.
If you could you might adjust your eyes against all monsters that follow
…kiss me if you survive \\perishing is a buildingGRACE of reSKINNING the Soul
(oh whoa oh whoa oh wow oh no oh hey)
…just say the hardest price to pay //
are the things for free // eat and drink
remain my memory deeply between crimson &
sun-baked lips (music stretches thinner
e a c h & e v e r y d a y
carry on even if the stars extinguish
the very hurt you receive time &
space str e t c h ed pass a threshold of
mortal pain…you see and creation is reversed forward
God have mercy upon our weakened hearts
shame shame it’s the only world we have
and each other — there ain’t no denying (OH mother! No denying LIFE is a THORN against my eyes; as i bend down i try to find my BEING within a deeply yelled moan; i’m dying i’m dying i’m rolling round a desert stream — shambhala come again against trail dust and kasmir
i am waiting i am decaying i am a mote of Poet
t r aveling inside OPEN space considered: static syntax
and congealed moments upon the professional grace of unspoken
words. whoa…whoa…it’s the hardest price to pay when things
so expensive are for free.
:: 03.03.2020 ::
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 1:50 PM UTC
Dreams str e t c h in g a h e ad o f t i me
Ebbing and f l o w i n g like darker tides,
set adrift, off the shores of Nightmare,
where clouds grow fierce and
C O V E R T H E W H O L E S K Y
I don’t know the way home,
I’m not sure it even existed,
just a p a s s i n g m e m o r y
that moves like the water,
w a s h i n g a w a y
the sand;
dry land;
lost to time i m m e m o r i a l
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
That band is in town again
Calling residents with the cream-white light
Creeping thought the boarded up windows
Of the Bar on Muddy Water Str.
Calling residents with their groaning guitars
In a sorrowful solo, making midnight sky darker
And the melancholic lyrics sang in heavy hearted
harmony, quieting the rest of Muddy Water Str.
Being the dim beacon luring us in
Being the only sound that rung in our ears
All the residents took a sit in the bar
And Blues and liquor drunk Muddy Water Str.
That band drowned us in depression, today
Yet another band will wring us dry, tomorrow
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC