"theives" poems
an ark
of Noah
would disembody
a silvery
horse with
seraphim whether
res publica
rained on
earth with
quiescent nomads
and to
cloud their
creation in
planet of
thieves with
periods of
sporadic sea
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Dear Gandia Guerrero,
Girl, I am going to miss you
like the world would miss the sun
Because you bring warmth to me
everyday that you are here
I am going to miss those times when you told me
That I was dumb, I was crazy cause
only you could tell me those things
With a smile on your face
You and me are like thick as theives
But don't theives leave
each other eventually
Lol, nah we ain't never going to do that
Cause I know our paths will cross some day
Keep your head up
Never let anything down except your hair.
Love you and I will miss you
Your BEST GUY FRIEND WHO WILL CRY WHEN YOU LEAVE,
WHO WILL MISS YOU
WHO WILL WIRTE TO YOU WHEN HE CAN
WHO LOVES YOU DEARLY
Francisco D.H
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
You don't stay up late with me anymore,
While everyone else goes snore, snore,snore
Infatuated with a furball, and I can't blame you,
And there's no way In hell anyone can ever tame you
Oh you ******* flame you
Ill strain you, like white tea
Delicate an easy to burn
And honestly I think he,not I should get the first turn,
He did call shotgun, after all
Control myself, patrol the shelf full of air tight and light free leaves, what are you pet peeves ?
I pray to not leave like a band of theives, unnoticed and unwanted
And for the last few weeks my dreams,
Your god **** freckled fAce you have played the muse, I mean there different every night
But there's still a reoccurring theme,
You follow me every time I dream
Infatuated with a furball,
There's enough black and live from them for all y'all
They have arrived,
And a mother deprived
But they've taken the best to your scent, and they are alone like me,
Such small creatures in a grand scary world,
And again they are like me, stripped from comfortability and perhaps forced into conformity
And for the last time I am like them, black, and half of myself in the dark
I guess a couple people know the darkness inside
But I try and keep myself in stride
Except I am no sprinter and I trip upon my own feet more times then not
I wish dreams of you,
We're nothing more then a dream that became a true real life thought
**** everything I've bought
Since I've been here, especially that hellish hillsy dress that was an awful surprise
I can tell you are some type of grand witch
Despite a minor fear of your wiccanism
You have,
Unfortunately transformed into a completely complex unique,
Unknown organism,
Even Einstein could not Websterize the Shannonball
Because I, myself made It up
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
Your fragile eyes
carry my dreams inside
Iris prisons to explore
Swim through me lovingly
Wade and sink, nothing more
Playful eyes dancing
Like novice ballerinas
Affect clumsy grace
Seize my rhythm
And leave a smile in its place
Mourning stares
Hold back the dawn
And with me wait heavily
Broken eyes like broken sighs
know my listless heart has gone
Steely glare
Harden your iron gates
Confront me and dare
Dig recklessly and penetrate
Like razors unsheathed
What subtle truth lies
Behind those eyes
With telling lies are swollen
I've looked too long
God knows what they've stolen
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
There may have been a time I was soft
There may have been a time I cared
But that time is over.
You say if I don't start caring again I'm going to loose you
They say if I don't start feeling again their going to leave
But no one sees
No one sees that I do care just not in the open anymore
No one sees that I do feel just not as easily as before
Not many know that to fix a broken heart you have to mend it with iron but iron melts , so I tried aluminium
But its shiny appearance attracts to many theives, so I tried steel but its weak ability left me open than I remembered what I was once told , what the hardest metal can hold so I covered my heart with titanium.
Once you've been hurt by love its hard going back, and once your trust in love has been broken its hard to trust it again , I was once forced to play a game where I lost everything and a man who lost everything has nothing left to loose so leave or stay but my attitude will remain and my Titanium heart will never again feel all that pain of love.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
The ashes of our loved ones are blown in the wind,
The blood of our siblings fill the streets,
Politicians we elected rob us, with impunity,
Working tirelessly to reduce us to bits;
They **** our soldiers- our dearly beloved brothers,
Send them to a war which they themselves create,
They have underarmed the soldiers but arm the enemy,
Their callousness and negligence- we cannot underestimate;
Their is no one to speak for us- no one at all,
They sit in their noble seats lobbying for themselves,
They fill their homes with the resources of our people,
While these people are left with little to fend for themselves;
Our educational system has been brought to ruin,
Medical system is now in a deplorable state,
Fund looting is now the order of the day,
To impoverish my people even further is all they debate;
Our security operatives are those that **** us more,
Our hearts are always filled with fear when they come our way,
They maim and **** even when we protest for justice,
Who then should we run to when killers come our way?
The minority among us are disenfranchised,
Jobs belonging to our youths have been stolen away,
Those who create jobs for themseves earn too little to live by,
The pensions of pensioneers are hijacked day by day;
Our bills are on the increase while salaries remain the same,
The salaries of some are slashed day by day,
In the midst these difficulties is the firing of workers,
As wages become burdensome for companies to pay;
I pray that youths like me will open their eyes and see,
That all we have is ourselves not these enemies,
If this lesson is learnt we will quit fighting eachother,
And tolerate one another- finding ways to sustain peace;
Shall this oppression continue while we stand and watch?
No- we will rise and create a new era of representatives?
A people who will be elected from our very own,
People of our own generation to replace these theives.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
In her incessant memory,
Your times were black;
Always an addition
to the white smile
Grating across her lips.
It hung from your shoulders
like the curtains.
Always a separation
from an ardent breast
Forcing femininity closer.
Your clothes were black
Her blood, cold and purple;
Drying and fading in
the back of your head.
She hides among the folds;
You see only traces of her white-
Seeing her in parts.
The times were always black;
Leveling against your warm lips,
Leveling to the girlish
touch
But always in control.
The curtains just barely move, but
in time with her breath;
steaming over the window.
And only the color remains;
One thousand shades of black
Rotting in your attic, open
only to theives.
She has stolen only what she needs,
And she wears it out;
Modeling a string of your
cloudy pearls-
Lusterless against her
gleaming white skin.
She knows you will see her
And she'll break your black
all over a burning sun.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 7:45 PM UTC
Ok, you can laugh, 'cause this might seem absurd,
it's weird and very crazy, yes, weird is what you heard,
I like to think they bring tons, and handfulls full of luck,
'cause I much want to collect every type of rubber duck!
From the original to the modern type,
from monster ducks to ducks that skype,
from ducks that are theives and like to rob,
to angel ducks that do their job.
There's so many to collect and buy,
to say I have them all would be a lie,
I'll tell you when I get six more,
but for now my number is ninety four!
Rubber ducks are cool and rubber ducks are great,
rubber ducks I appreciate!
To say my last line, I will not stall,
but to describe this poem, I have to say LOL!
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
I live in the land of concrete and flowers
of broken dreams that dazzle on gower
the end of america
The edge of the pacific
where the mad fEver rush
rolls the last minute carney hopes
in the sea swallowed by
Foam, gasp, foam, spread, foam, butter legs, sand ***** scabs, toxic waste, castles, meltdowns, stock crashes, dance parties, heroes, well -theives disguised as them, cardboard castles o **** n drugs n poverty,
some promise that one in several million will b truly rich beautiful and free enough to complain about meaning
Hello my ***** luv
That throws me up
After its feasted my youth into apathy
Hello oligarchy
Homeland
Birth place of so many things I lust after
Broken concrete flowers peak through
Some neon sunrise
A prop to be used
a marketing strategy of humanity
living the dead end dream
Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
reaping apart souls, tearing open minds;
the indomitable virus, mental theives.
those slugs crawl into your systems,
dominate your nights with sleepless dreams.
dragging you by the feet,
making you acquire their language;
sharing so much of your memories,
you mistake for your own.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
A rich man i am,
a decendent from a long line of theives.
my father taught me well.
so did my mother,
an assassin she was.
the kind who took years of fighting classes.
i tell them im a simple man,
who inharted millions from my grandma
they dont know what i do.
or who i am for that,
simple secrets thats it.
im a simple man who comes from a family of fighters, killers and theives. not much more to it then that.
Sep 11, 2010
Sep 11, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
moving threw the night
moving threw the night
moving threw the night
headlights passing
headlights passing
Button up your shirt
roll down your sleaves
and follow the theives as they steal this night away.
Moving threw the night
moving threw the night
tomorrows already gone
and todays already done
and the future is one more dissapointment
and the present is one more appointment
schedule your life and you'll live in a constant rush
let your life unfold infront of you
and steal these moments away.
Like a thief in the night I'll steal your memories away
like alzhiemers you will forget my face
whos to say that you wont die today
whos to say that your not dead already
and I'm holding unto this utter fear that death is right around the corner
and It just takes one wrong move
into uncomming traffic.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
there's a reason they have wings
these mischievous little thieves,
so they can fly away in the night
They never are caught,
these mischievous little faeries
their beauty mesmerizing
so away they fly into the night
never to be seen in true light
for their beauty and their wings
make people see impossible things
so away they fly into the night
mesmerizing all the children and knights
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Envisioned - tight eyes
fixated on the delicacies of
perfumed skin,
vile in sinister auras
that cannot be smothered.
You will blame your victims
and put your theives on
Pedestals made of
Diamond-shaped tears.
Cover your mouths,
your thick, bitten lips
Red and raw.
See yourself reflected
in the whites of her eyes,
Blue lips snarling,
tasting sweet misery.
Strip innocence from
Flesh and Bone,
you filthy Pig!
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
The result of logic and hope
Is akin to the percent of those who make it out the ghetto without getting hooked on dope
Is lowkey a joke
When you're raised at the bottom
You know there's nobody down there just dolling out helping hands
So what else is a victim to do but turn villain and give into society demands
Many try
But if a man can't see a path for his own potential to be fulfilled, how do you expect his faith to survive, let alone thrive?
Life used to be a board game
Now its a socially engineered maze that takes an array of chess moves just to buy-in
And the crime is for certain groups making it out isn't an option so the game becomes rigged with all too familiar conclusions
Young promiscuous masculine ego driven women give babies to young emotional juveniles males who in many cases become convicted men convinced they can be good institutionalized dads all while reaching his now juvenile son from behind that glass
Delusions have some of us thinking we can see the forest from the trees
But as within so without
And so as long as you remain a slave to your thoughts chances are so will your seed
A picture is worth a thousand words
But if EBT and genocide is all these babies see
What else you think they gon' grow up to be?
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
take me some place foreign
a place where i can grow
these skies and i are misaligned
i want to sing
i too can float
set me out to sea
the wind will carry me
lovers become theives
children they believe
dreamers you won't defeat
so i keep looking out the window
i must see past the night
there's someone in the garden
a queen with no stage fright
she's standing at the window
doing just as i do
and would you look at this,
we're wearing the same shoes
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
Deep answers to deep.
As I answer my self who pays the mort-gage
theoretical spin off ona mobius strip
from who uses war
on reality as art, thus artificial, officially
authorized use for brainless mortal minds
projecting
re- ah, rhea, lovely
-- in the future, to the reader
-- use these mentally any where these signal
¿:-,? something more is needed --
-- answers must follow preceding quest ions
not sparked piezo wise
Brakes. Sparks, , more than enough.
ok
Flint to steel, steel to towers, to antennae to now.
Kapow. we have always imagined radio and TV.
We think in ways Issac Newton never did imagine.
Jiggle the prism dangling from my partner's ear.
Rhea bhering all the gods, and there, errors
began, gin being spiritually essential
to geth to gather sense
signals sortive
suggestive
-yes, whatifery, we have that, how much do you wush?
One more breath.
Why?
Why do you ask?
We have a rule.
No wasted breath. Make every signal clear.
The next idle word we speak won't wo not
be spoken as once is wont for any unrefined term.
Time out. Selah. Take a thought.
- we have no angst, thus no anxious thoughts
- should you be shopping for such,
- those are outlawed here,
- theives honor, liars pledged allegiance-con carne
-
- aye, ai, no-- we as words in warring times make
- peace, no concarne mind heresy, see your self
-
do a little out of body experience imagining
you can do it,
melt into your chair, that
is the easiest position to begin
facing forward and falling with no fear,
until
something unnamed as yet no words may be
in the beginning of beginning your
agreement to be mindful of me,
in your secret you stash, your hidden power
valued in talents, specie solid real esse state being
omygoooooooooo
djasay I may break into song, as I see
where this is headed headed up to see
from below what an *** hat I am, at times
out of body low
low as a JD Sumner solo.
A drunken god declared there is, as in
so be it
wine that makes glad.
so be it
wine that makes glad the core of man-made
in my image, goodness of happiness in any time
One more breath,
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 4:39 PM UTC
*The day he stole my heart,
I knew I'd never get it back,
So I stole his heart
As payback - never to be returned;
I'll never give it back!
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
When the midnight sky grows silent
Under the hue of a dim lit star.
Like theives they creep back in
Returning home from afar.
Their siren call reminding me
Of every mistake I've ever made.
My thoughts overtake my mind
their vicious plan has just been laid.
They steal the away my solace
My torture feeds their fire.
My memories may win tonight
Their force will never tire.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:39 AM UTC
Hush little nobody, don’t say a word
Don’t call the SCROTUS a great big ****
Because he will never cut you a break
He thinks any critic is a great big fake.
When SCROTUS ever gets caught in a lie
He always blames it on some other guy.
He blames everybody, even you
If not, of course, Obama will do.
Cowboy up, little baby, don't cry
Congress is just like this phony guy.
Laws that hurt the people will pass
Congress loves to kiss SCROTUS ***
If taxes favor the rich and not you
There is not a thing you can do
Congress has become an evil tribe
Run by treasonous theives and bribes.
And if Social Security goes broke
SCROTUS gonna tell you a ***** joke.
And if that ***** joke offends
SCROTUS gonna lie to you again.
So when there is no longer peace
And freedom gets replaced by a lease
You can kiss your savings goodbye.
Now you can read this and know why.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
I would not repay the Theives
That stole
The control
But I will thank them
Everyday
Once I work out how to channel this experience to good
And become
Love.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
Today I worry even mo so..
Son I worry even more when you go out that door.
Mistaken identity.
Victim of false accused identity.
The Armed who carry behaving like assasions.
with Armed badges.. Ganged up armed trained men with fear.
Claiming fear makes them killers of our unarmed souls.
Be it against petty theives.. or mistaken innocent individuals.
Community left to weep uncosolable tears and fears.
God bring my son/daughter home safe today.
I fear letting my children out to play.
I fear being in my home where even cops bullets fly astray.
God is it gonna be a safe day.
I protested in the streets today.
I wept in my neighborhood.
I wept.. I weep. I wail.
uncontrollable.
The burden goes beyond my inner soul.
I'm not unbreakable till you console.
I fear who will be next to be tragically slain.
Only a moment a day in time fearing the pain.
Will I see my sister, my brother, my mother my loved one again.
Even though today I'm able to hold their hand.
Lord bring them home safe again.
I just don't knew when.
Mercilous killings will strike again.
By seriel killers..murderers, or armed men with badges.
We march we pray we protest we bury our youngs ashes.
Let us anoit our heads with oil we have much to bear.
No matter our race, creed or culture.
We have to unite against these tragic things.
Be tired of hearing our community screams.
S..T..O..P. with the
slaying- tragedies -oppressive- power
stop slaying us by tragedies of oppresive power.
S-suffocating, Slaying, slandering.
T-tyranny-cruel and oppressive government or rule.
tragic events cause for tormoil.
O-Oppressive-unjustly inflicting hardship and constraint.
especially on a minority or other subordinate groups.
oppressive laws.
P-people under abuse of authority. Of unfair punishments.
The people are perishing. The people are being punished
with persecution and unjust prison terms.
S.T.O.P
this madness.
P.O.T.S.
we are
Protesting Over Tragic Slaying.
Of all forms.
Son on Today!
We Must Pray!
Even the more So..
Lets go!
by selinaSharday S.A.M 2018
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC