"suposed" poems
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days
Even thinking back
I was never here
I was and will be lost in this world
I was never suposed to be
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days
To the time "I" was "me"
Before I ever knew myself
With all the senses of being, of existing
Before the ralms of reality took hold of my soul and twisted it to something unknown
Before I was thrown out of paradise itself
And into a crule unforgiving world of lost souls like my own
I feel it deep within
What I lost, what is missing
Just living life and expirencing true fulfillment of just being a human being
A human soul
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
I can feel you pull away from me
Like the waves do on the shore.
What was once I love yous
Turned into are we even sure?
Now I can feel it trembling,
Like the earth's about to break
Because you were supposed to be my forever
But I can feel you pulling away.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
I looked into your Bright blues eyes when you started to explain
explain that your were breaking up with her again
I saw your eyes water as I gave you the hard truth
Baby you're the sugar to my sweetest tooth
I know this is wrong come on she's my friend
but we all knew right, that it had to end
It's been going on for way too long time's up and this is the final song
I sit here tonight wondering what the outcome will be
we're not suposed to be toghether but
neither are you and she
This is wrong and I know it but I need an escape from all of this
I dont love you right now but what's one more kiss
I cant stop thinking about him
I dont love you, babe bevause that just lies but wow you've got those
Bright blue eyes
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
He couldn't love me the way he was suposed to. It took him years and a first heartbreak to understand the difference between lover and a friend. He laughed saying that i can't stop loving him. He was right at least about that.
I used him as a measuring tape for all the other lovers that came after.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
Red,
Orange,
Yellow,
Green,
Blue,
Purple.
These are the colors of the rainbow,
the colors of nature.
Not ment to be put into peoples hair,
yet we do it anyways,
we take things that arn't ours,
and use them in ways they arn't suposed to be used.
In a way it is beautiful,
the way some people can weave the color into their hair,
and make it look like it is theirs,
make it look like it belongs,
but on the inside they know it doesn't belong.
That those are natures colors,
and that without nature
they wouldn't be able to put it in their hair.
They thank their hair stylest for doing such a good job.
When really they should be thanking mother nature,
for giving us these colors,
for gicing us the oppertunity to use them.
For giving us a part of nature
Red,
Orange,
Green,
Blue,
Purple.
These are the colors of nature
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
Happinnes when we where alone.
Fights when we where with others.
Kisses when we where alone.
Punches when we where with others.
That's not how love suposed to be.
Now it's over and we're still fighting when we're with others and kissing when we're alone.
This has to end.
And stop pretend to like it.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
Crashing before me, hysteria grows, gripping me tightly, deep in its throes.
Ripping and gnashing, its teeth shining white, killing my sanity, swift with one bight.
Splitting apart, my seams at each stitch, something misfired, must be a glitch.
Faster, still growing, this hysteria prides itself for knowing the insanity it guides.
Was I told this to comfort, to quiet or placate or pacify me, was I told this to soften, to butter me up, or just shut me out?
Why do I feel like a cats toy, your amusement when boredom sets in?
Why did you say those things you said, those things I have so long wanted to hear since discovering this new side of myself.
Since being able to show this side of myself. Since being able to be open and honest with myself. And isnt that what everyone tells everyone, whenever someone is dealing with what I am going through, what we are going through? Dont they always say "you have to be honest with yourself"?
Well this is me being honest with me. I aint tryin to hide how I feel inside, about what I read and this aint in my head, cause I saw what I saw in your eyes what was in your head when I read what you said. You said to me, my one and only you want me to be, my slave, your Master you want for me.
Why did you, would you, how could you say that if you didnt mean it?
Why did I, would I, how could I feel that if I didnt mean it?
Because felt it profound, the words all around, in my head the things that you said, that reaction to the words that I read. It took my breath away, faint felt I, to be sure.
And now Im chewed up and spit out. I get to have a new reaction to what my eyes were given to glean. This aint putting my hysteria at bay, I feel this, this blur, a smudge of yesterday.
Sanity slipping quickly away, for fear of loosing, I can not stay.
Hear I have, things I never wanted to know.
Now Im thinking clear. I guess I should just go.
Didnt think it mattered, this hysteria scattered . I just wish I knew, How the **** do I feel according to you.
This is not normal, these hysterics I sheath, holding so tightly I can not breath.
Twisting and churning, deep down inside, nor running away from the feelings I hide.
I so enjoy being toyed with, its so fun for you. These things running around these things that I see.
I got everything told me completely twisted up, cause it didnt mean **** thing you silly pup.
I just let out the thing that I hid and wish I didnt feel what I did.
Now I guess Im supposed to pretend, I felt nothing from what was said in the end.
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 11:51 PM UTC
Mother!!!
what is wrong
in all my years
I have not seen you cry
and you are not suposed to cry
mother make it right
or whom will i have to complain to
when in my life
things go wrong
Love you.
your darling son
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
and if we are not suposed to be toghether why aren't we suposed to be apart ..
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like there's a deep hole inside of my heart, a void that at times seems to burn.
Its funny to think about, but I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean.
Waves of powerful emotion thrashing against a cold hearted wall, thats long forgotten how to feel at all.
I have this dream of being happy, and whole.
Not going to bed every night..
Waiting..
Wanting..
Wanting something that may not even be in the cards for me.
I just wanna be seen.
I just wanna be loved.
I just wanna be somebodys somebody.
I just want..
The real thing..
The kind of love that whispers softly to your soul and lights you up like the fourth of july.
The kind of love that with just a kiss, time slows down and the world melts around you..like a flame to a candle.
But its hopeless to dream...
Sometimes I think, maybe I already had my chance at happiness..
Maybe I was supposed to feel the crash and burn of unrequited love.
Maybe the firey second degree burns from that firey end was suposed to be my lessons learned..
I dont know...
I know that I dont want to believe it.
But maybe love just isnt meant to be...
For me.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
I feel like there is this feeling
that poetry is suposed to make you feel.
I feel like that's ********
There is no universal rule for poetry,
no arrow to follow,
no points to link.
Just write.
You can write how you feel, that's ok,
but you can also write how you think.
You can write what to think.
You can write to make others think.
Just write.
You can write like you breath,
you can rime just for fun,
you can randomly join words an call it poetry.
It is.
Poetry doesn't mean good poetry.
Just write.
It doesn't have to be good,
for you are only one to judge,
and art isn't a universal thing,
so it might inspire others.
Share your art, share your voice.
It will be welcomed,
in the choir
that is life.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
the marble walls are pressing in
and I can't find my way out
your question left unanswered
there are no clues inside my cage
and I know
that if I can't fit in this tomb
that if I don't adapt
(to whatever
I'm suposed
to adapt to)
I'll asphixiate
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC