"thei" poems
GOLDFISH
I had a pair of goldfish,
Neither had a soul, maybe they did,
Spiritual fish possibly?
Aimlessly swimming around thei goldfish bowl.
Every day, day in, day out,
Poor flipping creatures,
They never get out!
If they were fed up, never would they shout.
Last week it seems, the golden chap he became deceased!
A glorious funeral was had by he, he had a final journey, travelling out to sea,
Yesterday his cell mate, the black chap had his last day.
He travelled out to see.
Darling sweetest goldfishes, got funerals they both deserved.
Military honour for brave goldfish.
The black one and the gold one too,
A ceremonial flushing by way of household loo.
One hundred deceased goldfish all standing on parade.
Together flowing through the sewer,
Good night sweet fishes,
Enjoy your journeys to the sea,
Escaped eternal confinement, from depths of goldfish tank.
Enjoy the ever after, ride the tide the two of you,
The water in the solent, probably not too blue.
(C) LIVVI
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
Why do I even bother ?
Oh this is not a poem to sway you with romantic words, no infact i probably won’t share this with whom it belongs.
No more an apology, and reallity check for me!
Oh but that be said without malice for you!
Rather all I do is ***** things up!
Even though I’d try my heart to make sure to get it right with every intention to make your day!
I’d get it wrong I don’t even truly know where I went wrong!
But somehow hurt you i did!
Thats more painfully riviting ro my core far more than you pushing me away!
Many words come to mind from pathetic, useless, idiotic. Waste of human space, and many more, sad to describe anyone as this sadder realising this of oneself!
Should have got right the first time and save everyone the waste of time!
Have had to get my head around not doing anything they call stupid for so long, i honestly strugle to find a reason to carry on! For what? Why?
And mostly cant say it would stupid, no be thei ly thing i can think would make sense!
To hurt the one i love no matter what i do ill ***** it up!
Hurting you is an unbearable thought!
How could i live with myself?
Cant see how i can get rhrough that
Let alone this pain!
You mean so much to me!
Ive said is take a bullet for you! (Die for you)
But would rather live for you !
Now if you not there?
Cant see much hope at all !
No where! All rhe general reasons everyone would usually morivate you with, would hold so little weight!
This pain be out of this world i try but cant expain this be of magnitudes earthquakes couldnt measure on the same scale!
And somehow i try find that reason in fear of hurting other loved ones!
Somehow i rather find hope!
Not the hope youd think though!
Oh no this is hope that my loved ones (famil) will understand this pain and somehow forgive me for my intention be not to hurt them, but to find ease finnaly!
Comfort knowing id be not the reson orhers will hurt tomorrow!
Yes dark and dismal thoughts!
Or are they?
Are they not in other ways considerate?
Oh oh i lean to think so..
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Why is coeds so. Good at poem sew you ask?
Ha
What a stupid one you are guy
Ime thw voice of the nation, you know that's true. But thing is ya know I'm grea, do you filled
Have you Ben stein watch going on Henry'
Whom thrifting is unmatched laddie
I dell,chomp you know thei is ri
Atiocorrdt doesn't exactly ymwor doff name beaut I like is all the maybe
Hohe man I'm phony bad I'm goooîd
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
And the city looks so pretty from up here,
The people who've scarred me look as helpless as me,
The cold is not harsh, but inviting,
It's better from here you see,
And just hours ago I was down there,
Hating everything but thei places,
And now that I see things this way,
I almost miss their faces,
But it's not time to chicken out
I came up here for a reason,
One that is quiet,
Toward the end of this cold season,
First I tug off my jacket,
And toss it away,
There will be no need for it,
Where I'm going today,
I pull out my elastic,
Letting my hair fall free,
Because all of my life,
That's what I've wanted to be,
This is supposed to be it,
And I'm beginning to stall,
So I'll whisper my last goodbyes,
As I'm taking my fall,
Now it's the end,
I'm finally gone,
And you can't help but wonder,
What went wrong?
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
traces of you, in mi skin,
a taste of you in my
tongue, and the smell of
you, clouding me
i close my eyes and i see
you, the inner goddess in you,
holding my hand, walking next
to me, the strength in this cat
the reason to live, and advance,
and the owner of mi life, the muse,
the patron, queen and ruler
of this broken and blackened heart
i walk beneath dark clouds,
as if rains followed me, threw
the creepy and stocking me city,
followed and wounded, but strong
as a lion, with a proud smile.
the smile and the heart, are content
as thei where never be, complete and
free, yet, still arrased and followed,
even so, free, from the creep against,
trying to be you.}
a kissing poem for the beautiful,
sick muse, loved, admired, worshiped
as the moon, and like it, mi ligth in
dark nigths, next to you, two years without
feeling the loneliness, that usted to be
my soul companion,
the reason and the sense, in this nonsense
place, the trace of your eyes guard mi sleep
with my eyes closed, and feel you, next to me,
and the smell of you my religion,
making me your devoted, devote to your eyes,
devoted to your hips, and to the smell
of yor skin, every dream of you, i arise
kissing mi hands, the tip of mi fingers,
as if a trace of you where there still.
fromm heroine to you, i wanted to quit
the smack, but never wanna quit mi
fix of you, cann you be me everlasting dealer.
addicted to the soul and the eyes of
the lady lioness.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC