"tada" poems
I am a puppet,
Here are my strings.
This one's for my mouth,
And this one's for my wings.
You can make me fly,
Fly,
O so high, in the sky,
Till I die.
You are in control,
Just the way you like it I'm sure.
Making me do tricks,
Getting all of your sick kicks.
You stand above me,
With your fidgeting fingers.
Making me dance around,
To your favorite singers.
Make me jump,
Make me fly,
Make me happy,
Make me cry,
Make me crazy,
Make me high,
Control where I look,
With my eyes.
I do your biding,
Like it or not.
I'm addicted to your control,
Like some are to ***
I feel like,
It'll be this way till I die.
Yet you drop some scissors,
What are you trying to imply?
But now I found the scissors,
And you know what I'm going to do?
Snip,
Snip,
Cut,
Cut,
And,
TADA.
I'M FREE FROM YOU.
Although,
I didn't really think this through...
Because before I knew,
It I fell to the floor.
Like an overdosed,
Ritalin *****
Lifelessly alone laying,
On the ground.
The only thing I hear,
Is your fake laughing sound.
So there I lay limb over limb,
Not knowing where to go.
Then to my dismay,
You mange to cause me even more woe.
For beside me,
A new puppet takes my place.
And your once gentle hand,
Comes down on me, and I am erased.
Now I think,
I miss your strings.
And all of your,
Cute little things.
I might have been a puppet,
But I loved my master.
Until she got bored,
And caused this disaster.
I loved a disaster,
Which was my master.
But what should I know?
I am just a puppet.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
Eyes of glass, in the ocean, deep and blue.
Like fabric of white-
worn to grey.
No where in this world are there people to shiver,
yet the people, we live without day.
No morn' to see.
No rooster to crow.
No light to show our way,
yet we as humans',
lives continue,
while our mother's love makes us okay.
There be..
there be..
moonlight..
dear be..
lukewarm water,
so in which it sway.
If I may run,
I may yonder,
for I'm a mere symbol,
a minnow.
To which will force up ponder,
if rather or not,
the fishy is gay.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
zamisli da sva moja sećanja
upletena u tvoje pletenice
naglo promene smer
i pretvore se u budućnost
bi li tada bila moja krotka srna
ili bi pletenice rasplela
pustila da se raspršim kroz vreme
da mi lice posivi
kao da je od jesenjeg vetra sačinjeno
zamisli da svi moji koraci
upleteni u tvoje vekovne bore
naglo promene smer
i pretvore se u suze
bi li njih sirote u svilu svoju primila
ili bi korake u glib usmerila
pustila da se zaglibim u vreme
da mi osmeh posivi
kao da je od jesenjeg vetra sačinjen
zamisli da svi moji dodiri
dok se šarene širom tela tvog od reka
naglo promene smer
i postanu godovi u tuđem orahu
bi li tada haljinu rastvorila
svetlošću sveće grudi umila
ili bi dodire po žiletu prošetala
tom krvlju plavom nebo i jezera oslikala
u sivo jesenji vetar odenula da se vrti u krug
bi li od sećanja postelju sačinila
prozore zatvorila
bi li od koraka oblake izatkala
svetlo utulila
bi li od dodira gromove sastavila
naga i topla
sa jesenjim vetrom ljubav vodila
bi li se to tako željna usudila
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
i Know exactly who you are,
and i know very little of where you've been
who's touch left a mark
or suckled at your side ---
i don't really care to know,
but i also don't really care.
you may prEtend
that i am just another blindfolded
beauty --- you don't but you
Very well could
not at my expense
by in your defense
scared child
and one who chides
In fury
like a seesaw in sway
a question toppling another ...
i'm not trying to dig so deep,
it happeNs
it shrugs
you shrug
i tear on off
today tada no witchcraft here!
--- you know exactly who i am.
there is something i can't hide.
there's a place i don't know about.
and it creaks
collects dusts, mutilates
and folds over in a creepy
crouch, just Zoning inandout
of your consciousness.
you've found the deceAsed girl,
the 'I-could-never-love-a-soul'
under troll-bridges girl ... and i've been nowhere
but here.
and i know nothing of you
excePt as you are to me
when you're tangled in my extras
controlling your relAxandrelease,
and i'm the pretender, i act like i knew anyThing
before you
as you Atmosphere around me
and ship me off in mist to sleep
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sometime an umbrella’s just a rabbit
and sometimes horses are never to be rode upon.
Sometimes a mother’s tears are foolish
and sometimes sons don’t want to come home.
Sometimes pearly whites and smiles surround
and sometimes teeth detach and dagger backs.
But a dream is just that, “a dream is just that” –
but a wandering, but a dread, if only damnation;
and a “ta, tada, aha!” The wizard’s returned before
we realize we’re all magic, fooled and the foolish –
Incarnations, infestations, imaginations,
and messes come ends, damnations, the victims.
Heaping distress and all of our own accord,
your accord, our accord, notarized the
Nooses ‘round our necks.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Mermerna prostorija.
U njoj stojim u redu da platim clanarinu za biblioteku.
Ispred mene i iza mene nalaze se ljudi, bezlicni, u crnim odevnim kombinacijama. Reklo bi se dosli su na sopstvenu sahranu.
Dolazim na red- promena smene nastupa - naglim okretom ka salteru susrecem se sa gorilom osrednjeg rasta crne boje.
Ona se uplasila od mene! Uznemirena napusta radno mesto- cak uvredjena! zbog cega ne znam.
Koleginice je mole da vrati se na salter- a ja do tada samo znam kako sa psom- pa probam nesto od toga - shvatam da gorila sazvakace me.
Gorila se smirila nekako.
Ja sela da ucim.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
*to be spoken in clear voice…
howard rose profoundly swearing ; his end perforated with a rose thorn from the thicket
his friends found his behaviour boring, wondering what he had been boring down there in the hedge
howard removed his suit to apply the ointment to his wound, yet it did not suit his skin.
he felt inclined to seek help for this affliction, got up to quickly and fell down the incline.
**** it’ he yelled,’ now i have ripped my trousiers and do not know how to **** and mend them’
so he hid in the shed where he shed all his garments and bared his soul.
tada!
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
meki đoka
popularan beše
dok ne uze
skulpture da kleše
i tada se đoka
rakije naloka
pa s pajtašem
na dobar dan
to je njemu
zamerila draga
zaigrala kolo
nasred raskrsnice
u ponoći
za meseca puna
meki đoka posle kupi
tovare sapuna
i jednoga ata
te joj dade
samo da ode
što dalje
iz njegove bare
gde pravi skulpture
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Tik tok, tik tok, clock is ticking like a rewind
Eyes going from left to right I wanna do what's on my mind
I am busy playing the blade on my hand
But yet I still need strength which I cannot find
Red drops, black dots
I only have stupid thoughts
I know things will only end in one way
Either I reach my end or I end this mind game
Oooops, the shiny metal slipped
It fell, fell out of my grip
Like how my mind fell out of sanity
But nope, I'm not going to be forever crazy
Tada mama! You see I'm smiling like the old times?
It was hard to create this but I manage to put this mask
Isn't it beautiful?
I put too much effort to make it wonderful, make it colorful
Now no one is gonna discover
That deep inside I wanna cut and go for a lifetime slumber
That I almost tried to end it the other way
That I almost gave in to lose my own game
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Ljubav. Šta je to? Večita tema čoveka u matriksu života. I zato je često teško pronaći reči da se opiše, jer je pravih reči malo. To je... Energija koja pokreće svaki atom na planeti Zemlji. Čudo koje se dogodi kada se najmanje nadamo. Posebna grana umetnosti. Šesto čulo. To je hiljadu godina u jednom trenu, grom u jednom dodiru, čitava kjniga u jednoj reči. Bezbroj trenutaka kojih nikada nije dovoljno ili previše. To je jedino rešenje za problem egzistencije čoveka. Potreba za ljubavlju može biti neurotička, sadistička i mazohistička i samim tim ljubav se može pružiti i pokazivati na mnoge načine prema mnogim stvarima. Putevi ljubavi su nepredvidivi i možda nas baš u trenutku slučajnog pogleda pogodi Amorova strelica i tada osetimo onaj čudan osećaj u stomaku. Posle tog događaja svet gledamo kroz ružičaste naočare i realnost nam je samo u dnu malog mozga. Živimo u oblacima i nijedna prepreka nije toliko velika da nas može zaustaviti na putu ka ostvarenju zelje za ljubavlju.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
How come I feel like my dream is so far away?
How do I know if it is really meant for me?
Maybe my dream will come true on some other day.
Maybe all I have to do is to try and see.
Will I ever reach my dream, I do not know.
Will I just sit back and wait, and let my dream go?
Must there be a way for me to find out somehow?
Must there be a destiny waiting for me now.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC
Sve počne kada nastupi tišina. Kada prestane svo šuškanje, lupkanje, svi koraci i kikot. Kada ostanem sama u svojoj sobi, u kojoj je jedini izvor svetlosti sveća sa mirisom vanile.
Tada, dok ležim pokrivena omiljenim mekanim ćebetom koje mi je poklonila baka još kada sam bila mala, tok misli me vodi u svetove za koje nisam ni znala da postoje. Ne osećam težinu svog tela, ne vidim više ni svetlost sveće. Veoma je slično snovima, ali ipak ne sanjam.
Odjednom, srce mi jače kuca, disanje mi se ubrzava i iz mira me izbacuju misli, koje sada ne teku, već jure kao da se takmiče koja će pre da dopre do mene. Nekim danima su to misli koje izgledaju kao polje maslačaka u proleće, obasjano suncem, u kom se čuje samo cvrkut ptica i moj smeh. Sa druge strane, moje misli mogu da izgledaju i kao sklop svih prirodnih nepogoda. Tada sklupčana sedim u uglu svog uma, osetim vrelinu požara i čujem grmljavinu, ali ne vidim ni prst pred okom.
Mada, kao što ništa u životu nije crno-belo, nisu ni moje misli. Uvek postoji taj međuprostor, to šarenilo ili ponekad samo praznina. Mnogo puta mi se desilo da uđem u svoj um i da on izgleda kao beskonačno bela soba puna pitanja. Koja pitanja se nalaze na beskonačno belom zidu vašeg uma?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Palanga - labai gražus miestas
Čia yra ir Basanavičiaus gatvė, ir jūra, ir molas
O vakarais Saulė skandina save nuogą
O minios tik spokso į gamtos pasirodymą
O aš verkiu parkely
Akys pilnos dūmo aštraus
Tačiau jis sklaidosi ir man reikia cigarečių
Man reikia žmogaus, kas priglaus
Pirštai begėdžiai bėga ekranu
Sustoja ties tavimi
Paauglės verksmas užėjo
Tad rašau, kad plyštu per vidurį
O tu, mėnuli, kažkodėl susirūpinai tada
Atėjai šiek tiek balta
Patraukėm link jūros tada
Kaip garvežys, nors vėžys jau buvo plaučiuose
Jis plėtėsi, šildė širdį
Leido kaprizams mirti
Tačiau žudė mane kartu
Suvokiau - patraukti akių negaliu
Smėlis, jau seniai atšalęs, virkdė žvaigždes
Ašaros dangaus skliautu riedėjo
Juokiausi aš, juokeisi tu
Ir staiga - saldi tyla atėjo
Šalta ranka nepaleido ilgam
Vedė link namo vis apsukdama
"Vienas vyno butelys" - tarei lengvai eidama
Buvo mano nemenka kaina
Palanga - labai gražus miestas
Norėčiau čia sugrįžti kažkada
Čia yra ir Basanavičiaus gatvė, ir jūra, ir molas
Ir meilė mano paslėpta
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
I didn't, really. I just walked straight up to where he was working, and tada.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLVI)
Does gloaming softly thieve what was, a sense
Of yonder haunts the fragile light gone pale,
And I see-saw on whether to avail
Me of the number Joe wrote down from hence
Or write him off as quite the fruitcake, whence
Our tete-a-tete is laughable. Yes, they'll
Aquit him of aught, cuz I have ne bail:
Despised is, um, passe for all intents.
I am a woman. "Lewd" is common fer
All that. And lo, the skies don navy-blue
As nary bough stirs, traffic naught and poor.
Come, now they rock, leaves whisper lightly, to
Lapse into freighted silence. Go assure
Yourselves. I'll laugh tomorrow ist? at you.
27Jun17b
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
So many girls I could choose from and learn from
But I choose you for my kingdom thy will be done
On Earth as in Heaven so ain't no tellin' how many haters gonna be smellin'
Our love in the air don't care who stare still soarin' while they right there
A rightful heir
Baby I'll kiss your tears wipe out all of ya fears
Check my status don dada evils nada lay verse tada
Yeah ya know you worth don't let the words hurt
*** I love to flirt not a gangsta but a gentlemen sips of gin to calm my adrenaline so come again don't let our love fall by the wayside drive my instincts like Jekyll to hyde no where your love can hide got me emotions in a bind a beautiful curvy round the way girllll...
Since my eyes touched your body my soul was disguised
Tryna figure and realize and universal ties underline
The drama put that on my mama see you in my dreams
Which I know is the real thing suckas reject what they can't select
The art of spiritual philosophy make no apologies baby see me and you was made for destiny
Let spirits do they work ain't no lust here I'm just here in the atmosphere no worries I'll treat you
If you gotta open wound don't let the pain consume as my love for you exhumes inhale ya loving perfume
Seems like yesterday no other way I want it keep ya flaunting sparklin' ya intellect like a jewel it ain't hard to tell a pretty girl you are round the way
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
"Labas...Labas!"
"Malonu...Kaip sekasi? Džiugu"
O kas toliau?
Aš nežinau
Pomėgių nežinom, tai sėdim tylom
Bet tada kyla nuostabi įdėją
"Rodyk veidą!"
O kam?
Ar čia vienintelis tavo noras?
Sužinot ar turim bendrą dalyką kaip galva, oda, akys?
Kas čia darosi?
Kodėl taip paviršutiniška?
Ajajaj...
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 6:13 AM UTC