"testement" poems
you’ve got to rule really hard at ******* in order to be successful. success is based on how bad you **** at ruling and it isnt until you commit to full **** mode that you can accomplish anything in the best of ways. **** terribly, **** well, **** completely, cause until you **** you will never not **** and not ******* is only a testement to how hard you have ****** in the past and how willing you are to **** moving forward. Moral of the story rule at ruling by ******* so hard that you become awesome.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
From a winding black ribbon,
I see a valley green.
Through heat waves and dusty haze,
an oasis seen.
Tucked within the mountain range,
no road leading in.
Testament that the rain does play,
in the desert wind.
From a winding black ribbon,
I turn westward.
Through heat waves and dusty haze,
I only look forward.
Tucked within the mountain range,
my stress does unravel.
Testament that the rain does play,
on the road less traveled
From a winding black ribbon,
I find my way home.
Through heat waves and dusty haze,
I traveled alone.
Tucked within the mountain range,
Off the beaten track
Testement that the rain does play,
even when I come back.
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
The asylum has stood for hundreds of years, a testement to the old worlds constructors. Now her precious orniments have all been stripped from these rotting walls. Everything non-structural has been lost. What has become of my home
My family tossed to the wind.
Like
so
many
l
e
a
v
e
s.
I walk these halls for the last time today.
I was once its protector, now these lonley corridors invite an enemy I once eradicated- back into our world.
An enemy to which today,
I have no defense.
My own dark soul.
Today I go to my death,
I greet it with a smile. This is all my fault.
It started with me,
today It ends with me.
I will always be here. Even when I am not
- Mike Sikes
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
At long last.
The cement has dried.
Casting a laughable hue on this decrepit hill.
Has the air always been this thick.
Gravity seems to want more than I can stand.
I wish not to instill this image in my mind.
Yet as I gaze upon the casted hand.
There is no real explanation.
For this miniscule action to have even..
Come to be.
But thus it has.
Formulated in the very consciousness that guided these dreaded feet forth.
A relic of old it is.
Glory.
And now simply a need to be remembered.
As i search my desolate suroundings.
Does one begin to truly understand.
Meaning to such action.
Loses its definition.
With every lingering moment that eternity allows.
What a distorted rendition this constant reel has made.
Yet this came from nowhere also.
Right?
Loathing the next pace.
Yet comforted in knowing.
That imprint will one day fade.
Ghastly remnants of failure.
Remodeled bone.
The sight from these very eyes.
What comes of the endless.
endurance of fame.
A life in search of the meaning it never had.
Detest.
Expectation.
Inhibition.
The compass supposedly zeroed at due society.
Let the rise and fall of this chest be testement.
A moment.
Is just a moment.
There is only one key.
Choose.
What may.
Enter.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
THERES A LIVING ANGEL THAT WALKS AMONGST US
AND I'LL CALL HER MOM
SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SOUL, HER MERE PRESENCES PUTS
YOU AT EASE
SO CARING AND UNRELENTING IN HER LOVE FOR HER CHILDREN
A TRUE GIFT FROM GOD
THOUGH SHE LOST HER HUSBAND 43YRS AGO, SHE HAS NEVER
WAVERED FROM HER FAMILY
TO BRING UP SEVEN KIDS,ALONE, IS A TESTEMENT OF HER
STRENGTH AND COURAGE
HER WORLD HAS ALWAYS BEEN HER CHILDREN,TO GUIDE THEM
TO WORRY BOUT THEM
AND FOREVER ALWAYS TO WELCOME THEM BACK HOME
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
what can you say
when all has been said
"Nothing new under the Sun"
just differing angles.
when even an old quote
is as fresh as the day it was first uttered.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
What an angry girl you are
So filled to the brim with jealousy and confusion
And hopelessness
That’s what fuels all of this
Isn’t it?
Can’t imagine living to thirty
Wishing your life away
Honestly believing with every fibre in your being
That no one will know you completely
And yet still love you
That alone is how you’ll stay
The sad brown eyes
And dark circles that are a testement to the nights you cry yourself to sleep
I wish
You would of learned earlier to love yourself
And actually cared for your wellbeing
I wish
you would of stood up for yourself
I wish
I could hug you and say that your body is beautiful
And it was his fault not your own
Negativity and resentment eat you up inside out
If only you let go of that earlier
Wasted years and wasted thoughts on those who didn’t deserve your tears
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC