"thair" poems
Zombies they approach
to bad we can't be friends
This was my last thought
As I load my gun
This will be a blood bath
And I may never survive
I am the last, destined to die by hand I used to curest
I see her in the mob
Slowly approaching
Why rush I was doomed
I know it and so did they
I faught for 7 years
And this is my end
I am the last to see thair loved ones
I wounder how they will live with out me
I guess the same if I was the one that was victorious
**** this I yell"
as the zombies began to in case me
I was never the one who seeked the crowed
All wayse the loner
Dreaming for this day
Not hoping just knowing it will come to pass
My end will be beautiful
I cocked my gun
Knowing I wount need it but just liked the ilosen of my finally
Being of a gun fight,
We planed this
Me and the once people who surround me
All hopping it will never come
But non believed it was unnesary
They was in place
The shells all in place
I slipped the wire under my feat
And even though I could not see the liquid I know
It hit its home
Zombies cried in rage
Canines thrusted into the air
Trying to cut the air
And I laughted
****** was my favorite was my favorite wepen
I glanced above my head to see the net
Filed with liquid hell
It amused me that all the years I threaten to rain
Hell on my enimeyes
I get to do it
I hit the swich in my poket
I herd the flames hit the net
It will take 2 minutes for the flames
To meet the c4
But the zombies had a different plan
They rushed me
And all I did was take two steps backwards
And the mine wint of without a hitch
I lust a leg but that was enught distraction
C4 inighted and turned the night alive
I had made my last day of life
Hell
And I smile
The end is now
I closed my eyes
And waited
For my firy demise
To welcome me
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
Every one tells me I'm smart
But I'm not
I am not intelligent I'm just observant
I see why X=Y
I see why America faught in wwII
I see why people make fun of me
And I remember all the **** you've said to me
No I'm not a genius but I'm smart enough to see though you
You thank your better than me
Keep on thinking your fashion makes you better
Keep on thinking that your life is more than mine
I'm smart enough to see that when you rag on me
You alwow your self to believe if you diss me
That the you see in me
The you that you hate to see would not be thair
I can see all the hate in you
I see all the pain in you
Say all that **** about me
Make it seem that I'm the imperfect one
I use to be like you
Constantly denying who I am
Never allowing me to be
Always thinking what they think of me
Only knowing what they known of me
Only cairing what they wishted for me
But I'm not like that any more I see who I am
Not what people cair to see
But who I am
Who I want to be
Every aspect I hid befor
All that i wished for no one to know
I do not deny them eny more
I am not who any one thanks I am
I am not what people want me to be
I am not even what I want to be
I am me
Nouthing more nouthing less
I am who I am
No reson to deny this
And just like I am who i am
You are who you are
No mater if you deny it
No mater if you hide it
Fact is you was made to be who you are
No amount of friends can change that fact
And you will see this like I did
You will make friends that do not size you up
No mater how ****** up you seem to be
They will be their for you
It's just a mater of time before you see who you are
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
I dated a guy once
He said I love dating a poet
They see detail like artists but explain it in a way we can all understand
They see pain and and express it to give hope
They don't deny thair love even if it is wrong
I loved that man and I still do
But a week ago he said
I can't keep this up
You see flaws in me that I turn a blind eye to
You make it all seem fine when there is nothing as such
All I can do is be my self but you make me seem more and less all at once
He has not talked to me since
I can't say if it is my fault
But if I can see, should I be to blame
all ofl his imperfections that he saw in himself
I only saw the truth
The truth that he is
The truth that no body else was him
But who am to say these things even if I see them
Even if I still love him
It pains me now to look backwards and know all I said I would not take back
Maybe I'm stubborn or selfish but I love him too much to not say my mind
He is as great as I say even if he won't say it in turn
I do not pity him for not seeing himself as he is
I just wished he could see who I am
A man who always wanting to meet a standard
A man who never found a standard
The boy who wished for love
And doubted it would ever come
The person who finally found what he was looking for and loved what he found
But none of that mattered anymore
I lost my love
I'm not so naive to say he was my last
Hell no! He's not that **** special
I will go out again with my knowledge and not wait but look for some one else
Someone that I once thought was impossible to find
To seek the happiness I sought
because I had it once and lost it
And I need to let out my feelings that I once kept to my self
If I could talk to him one last time I would not say I loved him
I would not say I hate him but I would thank him
Thank him for the experience
And for his truth and give him this poem and say you made me better
you are not me, and I am not you. I will alwase live with you in my heart
But I won't let that shackle me down. I am not the man that fell in love with you
I am better
I will never be the same
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 6:07 AM UTC
Some try so hard to be like their parents.
Some do all they can to be the opposite.
I am both.
One of my parents is the best parent anyone could ask for.
She supports me and does her best.
The other is like the opposet.
He is childish irresponsible and doesn't think of consequences
So now all I can think of is the consequences
He's lost.
His life is drugs and drinking.
So choose wisely which parent you follow.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:46 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