"sumday" poems
They dance tae boots n' cats
like ants being crushed by boots:
Squirming, wriggling, writhing
wae jaws scraping the flare.
They scurry like wee rats
under the ground in cahoots:
snidely sneaking, snitching
under the boots n' cats they blare.
"Boots n cats urr booming doon yer ears.
Boots n cats huv been oan repeat fur years.
Boots n cats will perforate yer ears.
Boots n cats huv been oan repeat fur years"
But then sumday changed the beat:
It Came in oan the and.
And everyone forgot how tae dance.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
shudnt talk to you ..
coz u my opposite...
coz u r moody...
Coz u make me sad...
coz u get angry at me all d tym...
coz u total dog sumtyms ..
coz u r d one who has kissed so many girls.....
coz u dun trust neone....
coz u don't tellme how u feel at all..
Or jus mayb I shud talk to u?
Coz Mayb opposites attract...
Mayb coz u apologize with smileys that makes me smile ... .
Mayb coz u cn make me smile even if u r d reason m sad...
Mayb cz I get angry at u n u laugh at me..
Mayb cz I cn b a ***** at tyms too..
Mayb cz I want to kiss u..
Mayb cz I trust u..
Maybin d hope dat u will tellme how u feel .. Sumday !
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
My destiny is not what I desire but it is what I need. More than anything, I want you. A life of stoke and steeze and stars and streams shared with you. And I may get that. Someday. But that day isn’t today and it won’t be tomorrow because we both know that we’ve both got mountains to move, to climb, to see, to love. Someday, I think, we’ll find ourselves standing at the bottom of the same one, ready to move it and that first one we move together will be so easy. Because we’ll have the other, and for the first time. So the load will be shared and it will not seem so big. I’ve got a feeling that there is a range of mountains awaiting our eager hands and each night it tickles my dreams to think that maybe we’ll see them tomorrow, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow. But I’m starting to forget about them and you, and forgetting deliberately. Because going about each day with a mind so caught up in what will be or what was or what is but isn’t here, is a destructive delight. I need to be here, whether you are with me or not. And you need to be there, whether I am with you or not. I hope soon again we’ll be in the right place and that right time because I miss you because you’re special and you’re special because you are far beyond my imagination. My imagination’s got no limits except somehow I can’t dream up anything more about you than what your eyes looked like when you first realized you loved me and what a long ******* haul we were in for. Those eyes came 3 minutes after I met you and my eyes did the same about a week before I even knew what your eyes looked like. I don’t know. I can’t imagine, but that’s how I know you’re something worth fighting for. I know you all too often only see a grey cloud, but you are only silverlining to me, bub.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Laid in the casket dreaming of sunset hoping in the ghetto sumday we will experience gun rest
Brother stubbed to earth starred by angels trying to see the assets found in innocence but that lead him to one conclusion casket
The air I breathe makes me a victim fighting for a territory in eviction in the ghetto you find death in vaccine
Maybe I'm not the only one who loves the smell of gasoline
To grasp a win I have to kneel
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Like a blisfull day
in a painter's hand
sunset
portrayed me.
The truth
was almost as transparent
as my brand new scarf
that she left me
when she was
leaving
I was standing there
strangling my thoughts
with my bear hands
the feeling was
obscure
there wasn't any blood
there was nothing
just me.
The killer
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC