"talkng" poems
I hate meetings where people
drone,
drone like wasps
chewing,
chewing bubblegum
blowing,
blowing bubbles
out,
out of their ***
wasting,
wasting time
precious,
precious time,
people,
people
talkng,
talking nonsense.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
On the day when my uncle and I drove to the cemetery,
Rain rattled on the roof of the carriage;
And talkng constrainedly of this and that
We refrained from looking at the child's coffin on the seat before us.
When we reached the cemetery
We found that the thin snow on the grass
Was already transparent with rain;
And boards had been laid upon it
That we might walk without wetting our feet.
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With the ping that message gives
I look at the tab and see the name
The name I have loved for the longest time
But I know it is someone else
and that gives me a smile
I am done with the other name
That name will not be meaning for the other
But for the one I am talkng to now
so I open the facebook message
happy that I have forgotten
The other one should have known
Now this one we will see where it goes
But hopefully I dont go back to the other
and wish that its his name that I see
We will have to wait and see
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
I'm so sick of talkng about myself-
When theres no one else in the room,
So lets turn these tables n spinn'em and put the spot light on you.
How you doing?
You aight'?
How you livin n such n such-
is it going one day at a time,
do you even give any kind of a fk?
How bout your dreams,
do you still got'em,
are you living up to them yet?
Or have they become so blurry and bottomed,
always slippin right through the net?
Do you feel like you have a point,
And if so then how sharp are you?
Are you keeping it all together,
or is that slipping away too?
Do you feel like you know a thing about life and just what it means,
or do you just walk around like a zombie, being destructive-
never learning a thing ?
Do you even have enough time to yourself to just sit and to think,
do you ever look at your reflection & wonder if you and it are on the same team?
Do you lift your head up towards the sky and wonder where you fit in,
Is there anyone out there looking back at you,
and will his beginning be where you end ?
Do you feel like anything special,
or just another pi$$ in the pott,
do you have in you any potential,
a direction to any specific spot-
that is calling you with your name on it,
something that's just for you?
Doesn't have to be that your famous,
Or necessarily something new.
Forget all of that other $hit someone taught you about your goals,
what has God written all over your heart and programmed into your perfect soul?
Cause let me tell you, if you don't know or ain't trying to be yourself,
how are you ever gonna be happy, fkn living as someone else?
Immovable-
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC