"surley" poems
"it's going to be your fault" she said.
"what?" I replied.
"your predestined choice of forced molestation,
that wish you don't comply."
"what you wear is not good,
the amount of all the skin.
one man might get the urge to look and then pull you in.
the slit in your back,
it gives skin no place to hide.
it will make him think,
'mm, she must be mine'.
your skirt is very short,
it will surly pull him in.
and he'll say these truthful statements,
while he does his deeds.
you need to think about your clothes
or you'll be begging on your knees."
as I stand there drowning,
in her morbid a words.
the thought came into my head
and then I got the urge.
I said right back,
"you say I must be asking for it?
if it happens, it's my fault.
his natural state is predator,
and his instinct is assault.
you say, my outfit speaks more than my words.
and you're surley right.
I wore these clothes because its hot,
I will stay comfortable through the night.
but not to them,
they think it gives them the right.
the right to say foul words.
'hey sexy', 'that ass', 'i bet you could get dirty'
these slurs of great disgust,
you say are mistakened for flirting.
once he sees some skin, you say
he'll no longer have a choice.
once he sees what he wants
he'll surley make his point.
now, don't tell me not to get *****
or to avoid a man.
tell the men to control their urges than to let it control them."
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
This time he said there might be
Hurricanes inside of me
But surley there's too much of planet earth
Left for me to see
He's the only one
Who doesn't underestimate me
Lack of interest
In the lives
Of the wealthy
Sends me to my room
What to do
When there's life
Inside of you
Maybe I'll get drunk
And you can get drunk too
And we'll lay under my ceiling
Try to figure out the meaning
Of life and death
And everything
And the thrill
I have the will
You have the way with words
You know exactly what you want to say
But I still have to learn
There's nothing I want more
Than to tell you how I feel
But sometimes I get
Paranoid
That I'm not real
And if reality is fake
Then we'd better hold on tight
For our sanity's sake
I don't know my left and right
Or what to give and how to take
Which hearts to mend
And which to break
Should I let these people hear the music that I make?
Cause the music that I make
It's the simplest part of me
Would you show the world your ***** naked body?
Although I'm not ashamed
Sometimes I still worry
That it's all a lie
But I still try
And the weight I carry
It's heavy now
I'm sinking down
To a box
Inside a box
I'll secure the key
You can throw away the locks
I may never feel the need
To tell myself to stop
Time is ticking by
But I'm not noticing the clock
If X marks the spot
You can draw it on my heart
Cause sometimes I feel
I need something
To help it make a start
Taking blood from my veins
Purify
Relieve the pain
Then send it off
Again away
To my body
Numb and cold
I always do as I am told
Cept when I do
As I do next
Rip my heart out
From my chest
Extract the passion
From my head
And with this
In peace
I rest.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
Surely I am dreaming
about heart left in the theater of your ardent idolizing.
Surely I am dreaming
about your strands enveloping my cheek.
Surely I am dreaming
about day in impetuous snowstorms spent in your arms.
Surely I am dreaming
about rush of events that take place only in movies.
Surely I am dreaming
about body panting into oblivion of worldly pleasures.
Surely I am dreaming
about face flushed from compliments of lover.
Surely I am dreaming
about hectic rush to your awaiting hands.
Surely I am dreaming
about red roses protruding from corners of your sensitive hands.
Surely I am dreaming
about heat of caresses in boiling blood.
Surely I am dreaming
about book of poems about our first love.
Surely I am dreaming
about you dancing in the withered leaves.
Surely I am dreaming
about sighs at beauty of carnality.
Surely I am dreaming
about sensitive whispers of desires of melancholy hearts into ear .
Surely I am dreaming
because I did not send a telegram entitled "Looking for love".
Surely I am dreaming
because loneliness can not disappear like stone in water.
Surely I am dreaming
because the best dreams come in the morning.
Surely I am dreaming
because it is so difficult to find warmth of someone else's hand.
Surely I am dreaming
because thoughts gallops as steeds in the forest of wilderness.
Surely I am dreaming
because dawns wake me up in supplication for more and more of you.
Surely I am dreaming
because kingdom of your eyes staring at me can not last forever.
Surely I am dreaming
because I am senseless from blizzard of evening events.
Surely I am dreaming
because you can not find love in a café or bar.
Surely I am dreaming
because I departed a long time ago from the distant land of fulfilled wishes.
Surely I am dreaming
because flowers are handed to uncommon women.
Surely I am dreaming
because hidden secrets are revealed only to beloved.
Surley I am dreaming
because I did not have eyes half-closed in pleasure before.
Surely I am dreaming.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
Sorry losers and haters but my IQ is one of the highest
Somehow I dont quite believe that but I am pretty biased
See I think you're a ***** Donald Trump I really do
Because what intelligent person would think the following is true
Muslims should be denied entry into the great United States
Surley by doing this you will go down in history as one of the greats?
Or by telling transgenders they can't serve in the forces
And doctors should be punished by administering abortions
How's that great big wall of yours currently going?
Have the Mexicans offered to pay for it or are you still not knowing?
Now I have to say I think your face is one big publicity stunt
So I'm just going to go ahead and be brutally blunt
Donald Trump I think your a
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
I will be waiting for you,
even when all ages gathered and gone,
even when time tarries not.
When moment flies in race.
When seasons run and all are lost in pursuing,
i will surley wait for you.
Even if it takes the rest of my days.
Even if it takes the rest of my life.
I will wait for you.
No matter how long,
as long as u be mine,
even when no attention is given,
when all at self-will lost.
I will wait for you,
i will wait for you,
i wll wait for you.
This i promise you.
I will wait for you.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
In fields where roses fade as finite flowers should
He watches from his mountain; mindfully morose.
Full of sound and fury; sad and surley.
As if made of wood.
He moveth not as a man might move
rather he gather a stretch of wind
and with it work a while, that he may prove.
He is free and clear, he has not sinned.
Yet lost to in trepidation
and filled for five years or more
he is. The child of every nation,
being but a borrower among the poor.
Carry no comforts nor glee
while whistling workers are whimpering;
their pain, an ease to see.
The game is paved with suffering
and always played so thoughtlessly.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Why are our minds so filled
With worthless useless thoughts
Things that have no worth
Things we should think not
Why can we not focus
On what is good and kind and right
Think on thoughts that edify
And escape the dark thoughts of night
The things we let into our mind
An image a word a sound
Are sown as seed and planted there
Growing till only those thoughts abound
Be ever mindful of the crop
That in your mind you grow
For what it is we think
Over time we shall surley sow
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
will the swamp sink my own troubles again.
I saw a frog hop to find another city.
Where he could remain who he should of been.
His career is to live with flies.
Of course he doesnt mind.
If only icould be a frog.
Id be sattisfied living in a bog.
No matterwhere I go ill stay the same.
Like a frog who lillies around hopping for change.
Maybe I should learn the beauty in the swamp.
Then I will surley know where I belong.
Happiness wasnt made out of new rivers.
Its hidden in the marshes where I grew up.
Simplicity is like pond.
Be proud of where your from.
A tadpole becomes a frog.
And builds his life out of what he wants.
His confinement is only where he lives.
When he grows leggs hell know about the world.
And try to move away from boredom.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
As a child I thought they stole
The true essence of my soul
I walked without innocence
Listening in vain for my penance
Searching I journeyed to and fro
To realize I had no great place to go
I wandered through my emotions
Which sent my life in locomotion
Not being quite able to see
The beauty that was within me
People would tell me I was a gift
My mind blocking it I would go stiff
Surley if they could see the past
The love for me would never last
Not once did I see my own light
I was way too caught up in my own fight
One wretching hurt sent me stopping
I finally seen all my own mocking
Sick and depressed my heart was crushed
I wanted dearly to become a drunken lush
I was tired of carrying this extra person
A deep look inside sent me cursing
Nobody on this earth can take away
The God soul given to me that day
Still as innocent as freshly first birthed
When I crossed this threshold to earth
I did allow my emotions to take it all on
When it was their burden for the wrongs
Being grateful not resentful towards them
I finally saw I was a beautiful shinning gem
Daily I learn this human suit I am to wear
Has no bearing on the soul I have to bare
With my angels we keep it locked and stored
I see the reflections now on my own accord
What the world thinks of me or this poem
It has no bearing on how I am going home
The voice whispers innocence within my mind
Beauty and grace is my angel soul intertwined
Channeling spirits from above where I belong
Speaking this truth I will forever stand strong
This battle of emotions never happening again
For now I see I am a true princess within
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
a wanting body survives in a dream never forgotten
to be real alive a correct being who survives
the daily life of aquatints knowing what each person thinks of ya
learning to use it against them or is that love and friends
building your life in society a world to rule the other wanna be
using all of my senses the music the art the books my bike
baseball swimming exercise vs none
making my being be modern sports car oceans mountains all
leading the pack living all the illusion
coming back to reality stronger in the face of
lifes journey alive means more then love to me
burning energy the thrill of being all
win by paying the bills letters of certificates completed
now free to contemplate the freedom of life
I write these words to glorify the nature of being
white self contained bill payer no debts on people to collect
against me slept in my car for 10 years to avoid reality
I strode thru life surley posture ***** breathing complete breaths
knowing a being with in me cosmic consciousness
the collected consciousness of humans
believing life is real good
my heart runs over onto my sleeves dripping the blood
onto humanity the beggar pleading to be held up
for being alive alone in self contained writings
my years have left all
I have known in caskets or cremated in flames
I am happy to know the dreams of a boy
lived in a man a survivor in the calamity
of time a jest is not within me
the reality of life is ever lasting
eternity....to know this life again
the body is alive radiating goose bumps prevail
to tell the living from the dying
a society out grown yet the life remains
in love tears of memory
the great ocean full each wave
a remembrance of bounty
in love of life.... gjmars 5/30/15
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
My love seaps out like rising chimney smoke.
I fill the air with all my burning logs,
And make the cats and dogs smell like autmn.
will you sustain my never ending flames?
Or do I die with out a chance in hell.
What could I do with out your oxygen.
Id surley burn out and never live again.
Can you decide before I meet my fate.
Its getting cold and Im starting to burn out.
Why dont you think my purpose isnt strong.
Know this:
It wasnt the fire that kept you warm all winter long.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
Living longer everyday
In my dreams you'll surley stay
The things I'll say in every way
Will keep you guessing day by day
Day by day these trails will grow
And as they grow they'll surely show
Show the one you truly know
Then show that one you'll never go
Go with me this one last time
And on this try we’ll be just fine
To find the things we’ve lost before
But just for now we will endure
Until the open water and sandy shores
Are all we know forever more
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
Alone at last
Alone at last
What was the point?
What did I gain?
The people I met
The words I said
The things I did
The thoghts I shared
The time I spent
What was the point?
I do not know, for I am surley lost
I must find me, myself and I again.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
The amount of time and love I spent on you
Has surley been wasted
And it angers me so
I could have used that love more wisely
Maybe on myself
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sorry losers and haters but my IQ is one of the highest
Somehow I dont quite believe that but I am pretty biased
See I think you're a ***** Donald Trump I really do
Because what intelligent person would think the following is true
Muslims should be denied entry into the great United States
Surley by doing this you will go down in history as one of the greats?
Or by telling transgenders they can't serve in the forces
And doctors should be punished by administering abortions
How's that great big wall of yours currently going?
Have the Mexicans offered to pay for it or are you still not knowing?
Now I have to say I think your face is one big publicity stunt
So I'm just going to go ahead and be brutally blunt
Donald Trump I think your a
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
thair is many guys,
many girls too,
but still,
its you,
i looked far and wide,
to find the one, to be my bride,
your the one,
to shower me with pride,
i've found an angel,
a princess too,
a true work of heaven,
my one true love,
surley, for you
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
The blood red wine of
pomegranates,
seeping into marigold
sheets of desire
political fires,
in need of quelling
telling,
a kingdom broiling over
in anticipation
expectation,
of a life barging in quickly
swiftly,
one night of passion
the melding of lives
legitimized,
a royal heir needs
to come into the fold
or heads will surley roll
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC