"straigh" poems
A crimson day unfolds with sunshine,
Horrid, the creature of hatred creeps around and blocks the sun off gruesome dark rainclouds summon up from the east, counciling,
The mother of purity, caught in endless fury as her child was taken from her, before her very eyes, an eternal spring dream, shatters now,
By her own mistake, she invited prohibited emotions for this creature, The angel of hers she wanted to take under her wing and raise, was now gone, as if it was all an illusion which is lost due time, due evil,
A sea of flowers is blooming, a warmer season has arrived finally, but for her misfortune, her inside remains cold and distant to her grief,
Raging storms within her clouded her mind, she can't even think straigh but to believe, of what a bad mother she must have been to let this happen to her most precious treasure, ah demons of ones past,
Repressing her true feelings gave her headaches, but it was alright because the pain would surely fade, then she could be pure again,
But deep inside she knew that for this child she had given up a part of herself, so maybe things would be different, even if everything returns to its old shape, or rather if everything appeared that way,
Mother Purity would never be the same again, as her daughter faded,
After all, even she is only human.
~ Umi
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
the pope asked me what i really belived in, behind the lies and masks and the effect of saten.
you know what i told him?
wanna know what i said on that dry summer evenin?
i said that my holy book is read by the perfact way your hair looks messy when you just get out of bed,
when you call me late at night because our songs stuck inside your head.
i worship the way you always say that i know just what you think,
ill pray to the way your voice goes low as hell when you talk about true love.
the way your eyes make stars appear in all that dreary darkness of...all the rhods we take and lines we cross just to hold echother near. and at the end of this congregation i promise ill see you soon my dear.
you give new colors to every flower. evey lemon, every tree. and the colors sparkle only when i hold you close to me,
on the red platos of navajo, honey bees makeing a song so much better than the radio, your voice the lead singer and my spirit feels the flow.
so yeah i know its a little bit melo-dramadic, a bit manic, co dependent on the way you look at me, whatever you see thats just what i wanna be. babe.
and so my soul is saved with every touch from you.
preach in the pew about all the times we had at midnight solitary dances running from our taxes living life and death theres nothin left
but all that holy love we share.
so i told the prest the, minister the bishop and the father and the son and evry single holy ghost who was there, that im in love with this girl and i dont give a **** what you think force me to drink that holy water to set me on that straigh and narrow bath, and i would laugh at all the **** that they belive will work on somone such as me.
and THATS how i got excommunicated
thankyou
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
I had hope
and I wished
for us both.
But I now realized
that even if your feelings
are real
and my are too,
your words of me
are cold as ice.
And though we laugh
with true sheer joy
there is a line you will not cross
I would never doubt to do it
but you will not budge.
I love you with my whole heart
and I can see why it's not
the same for you,
but at least be straigh
and tell me
how you feel.
You know my life is hard
but you don't know
what inpact you
had on me.
Don't make it harder
than it already is.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
Today I suppose I put on a facade like we're hosting a play excluding emotions. Or maybe I'll just act a game of charades that only I am aware of completely and everyone else can decipher the commotions that play in my head like a movie on repeat because I don't want to tell them straigh. It just hurts worse and I can't be discreet. I could rant and rave until it's all let out and I still wouldn't feel right. Here I don't feel safe. Why can't I have warmth in the burrow of your arms at night? Well I ruined that and can't have much more and I live with regrets of things I've done before. Things could be different if I knew how to forget the things that I've had in my life that treat me like their pet... Treated me like their SLAVE, like they were my master and no one could save me from myself or the others.... And here I sit in the end wondering why anyone bothers....
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC