"tatto" poems
I just need one
One gun to hold one bullet
One finger to pull one trigger
One hit to to take off one side of your face
Taking your family's one chance to say goodbye away
One memory so every year I can celebrate
Maybe get me a one tear tatto
Falling off one eye of one happy man
Take one minute to pump one fist in the air
As you lay I'll take one picture
So when that one day comes that I hear your kid say he don't remember
I'll give him the chance to never forget
I just need one gun for one chance to get revenge
I lost my one son because of one man with one gun
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
He was a man with an angel tattoo In his neck
He looked at me with passion and said salut mademoiselle can I talk to you ?
I looked at him without saying anything i felt like He did touch my soul in the first second I saw his eyes first thing he said is how long can you keep me for
I Said why !?
what do you mean !! He said i know your kind
Living for the feelings lying about their true colors it's a part of your beauty of being mystery to some people and a cold heart to some other people
How strong? , keeping everything in the inside , crying every night
Crying for letters
Wishing for life that you know you'll never have , you are mix of white and red
I can see throw you
you look so visible to me
broken heart
Living for the pain
you keep breaking your own heart before anyone will have a chance too right?
if anyone had chance of doing that he would be a special one and you've lose your self to your weakness you'll be Without an identity of writing or living
You have a pleasure of living with ....."your own kind of pain".....
-How !?
He stripped me naked heart
I had nothing to say or to Deny I was screaming in the inside
But calme in the outside
how he stripped me naked heart
How he knew all that about me
i never admit that , even to myself
Who is he!?
What did made him so angry at me !
He just walked awaya
I was Standing with words
Who is he !?
He did put a words print in my mind
I just can't forget how he did look at me
He lookd so deep in my eyes that he made me so insecure about myself
So lovelessness
So shameless..
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
I found you looking at me
and tought wow what a beautiful sight
You came up to me and said I found you.
I wondered why you said 'ifound you'
Then you told me years later
I found you looking at me
and said wow
You told me you found a bestfriend
someone to tell everything and share everything
You found a crazy Girl with microbraids and
a tatto that said I love Blue
You looked at me and said I do too
we started being friends and then besties
i told you everything and so did you
when i left you would txt me and sayi miss you,
I love you, when are you coming back,
Things been differnt for so long
I came back and you said I found you
You fund a Girl with long stright weave in her head with a white polo
and said Wow is that you
Thats me
your bestfriend you found 3years ago
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
Aquela toca, pernas longas e câmera
Você me faz me sentir como uma criança
Vivo tentando te dizer
Tento, tento, mas não sai nada de mim
Sinto raiva, depois fico derretida, e depois com raiva de novo
E tudo o que você saber falar é sobre alguns números
9, 25, 88, 97, 16...
Eu sou apenas uma adolescente volátil
Sou um panda abandonado
um panda pequeno
E agora você deve estar fotografando várias meninas de 23
uma com piercing no septo e outra com uma tatto da Marilyn
Se eu tivesse nascido em 95 tava tudo bem...
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
i think about what kissing you
might have felt like;
butterflies landing on skin,
gliding across uncharted valleys
and plains; waves
gently lapping at the tips of
electric toes, returning home after
witnessing battles and carnal instinct
and bottles drowning, cause of death
stories that never found the desired
reader because the ocean is a selfish
being, rebellious, desperate
for shreds of humanity in
the middle of vast wilderness,
tenacious, ferocious jungles
kissing you might have been
gentle like the girl in pastel
pink, pale thighs quivering, mountains
of goosebumps erupting across her arms
when the indie rocker with an
"always" tatto and a phoenix teardrop
swirls galaxies into the milky
way that is, what her Lord sees,
sin
it might be the hummingbird heartbeat
of a first date, the aftermath of gunfire,
slow as toxic death. or kissing you
may have set me ablaze - a living, breathing,
burning bush. it might have been
the anchor i thought i
wanted, needed, pleaded for.
perhaps you would have forced me afloat
instead of seeing me drown
myself, not stopping it, turning away. kissing you could have felt like oxygen
being pumped into my lungs if i had
courage, wits, half a brain, a heart.
kissing you could have sewn
me together or ripped me apart.
kissing you was the end, kissing you was the start
of
everything.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
you see big smile,
you see brigth eyes,
my life is look so perfect,
i know that many would be jalosy, but you just see what would i show you,
you see tatto onto my wrist and think,
oh such a beautiful,
but you don't know, why would i made tatto?
to hide my ugly scars, to forget about past, so many times i've tried to done my life with knife.
i'm happy it's a past.
i'm happy it's all done.
i was waithing too long.
i'm happy to be here now with you all,
we are strong,
we go this through,
we will be fine,
don't let's no one to hurt you.
ask for help
if someone wasn't help you,
another one will
in world so many kind and good people, not everyone are evil
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC