"thered" poems
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•the ••••••••
old man wi- ••••••••
thered•as suns ••••••••
would set....over ••••••••
many days•follies ••••••••
he committed, then ••••••••
unencumbered•fina- ••••••••
lly caught up...so now ••••••••
he pays • like an unca- ••••••••
ged bird, he had left his ••••••••
perch• not looking
back, leaving behi-
nd hatchlings and
nest• he discarded
his roots when he
left them in the lu-
rch• flew to pursue
what he had thoug-
ht was best•now he's
ailing thin.....he seeks
to reconcile • reached
to his sons...and left a
voice message•asking
atonement for his cri-
mes so despicable and
vile • for now he lays con- ••••••••
sumed.........by illness and ••••••••
rage•hours tick by as his ••••••••
days blur into weeks...• ••••••••
his frail breaths weak- ••••••••
en as he succumbs in ••••••••
bed•finally the call ••••••••
did come bearing ••••••••
the absolution ••••••••
he seeks• ••••••••
just a minute too late,
for the old man is already
dead•
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Thunderbird wine and a brown paperbag.
Hardpack of Newports nicotine fit shayesed .futhermucker.
Much obliged ...oh yes. Moma.said thered be days like this
Double ful twist piked in a spin dont even like the skin im in
Igpay atinlay...uckfay ouyay..iskay imay.asskay
Yea uthermayuckerfay
Days like this.
Futhermucker.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
if i could travel through time only once, i would go back to your birth to kidnap you, keep you hostage in my home, feed you and beat you and brainwash you until the day came when your birth did aswell, then id send you to your birth instead of me, to **** your infant self to death with a barrel of a gun, then to put it in your mouth, but no need. youd drop ded. youd disappear. i guess thered just be the incubator filled with your sloppy child.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
What we have, is like a misery thered around my wrist,
restraining my hands from building all of you;
but i embrace the thrill of only being able to hold a part of you.
What we have, is like a wrong kind of chemistry.
We see it in each other's eyes, the way they glow.
I feel it when you touch me.
Just one close breath,next to my ear and immediately there is this connection.
But that is all we can do.
What we have, lies upon this dusty pathway guarded by a locked gate.
You see me on my side, and I,you.
What we have, is what we shouldn't.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Have I changed for all to see that change was really best for me
younger wiser yet troubled soul that was so awful in days of old
time reflects the things we miss yet opens up our heart of memories
Time moves on as we fade away for someone new to take our place
so what do we become in years.. a faded memory a lost few tears
a tombstone path that all do follow .. ecthed in love from loved ones sorrow
Memores lost yet marks so made upon this planets earth for without our lives thered be no more me and you or memores ...
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:50 AM UTC
I wish life was like a movie
Where the best moments were accompanied by perfect music; your heart
pitterpattering to the beat by serene sunset.
And when you met the one, When you held him in your arms, youd get goosebumps. Thered be a spark; Your heart would stop,
for just a second.
And when you missed someone, they would miss you, too. When you saw them in your dreams they, too, would be tossing and turning, clearly yearning to be by your side.
But, no, sadly, this is real life.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
I imagine your hands dwarfing someone else's and the image puts something bitter on the back of my tongue
I imagine you sweeping back hair that doesn't curl rebelliously at your fingers, insisting your hand stay with them
Words wet with dismay stick to my dry throat and if I could cough them out thered be nothing but different configurations of "stay"
I imagine your lips covering some spectre of a woman who is not me and I am amazed by the vastness of my hate
I remember the warmth of your chest as you pressed into my side, crowded me to the table, and my heart leapt into my throat
I couldn't think past awareness of you, felt you down my spine and into my shoes
That little was enough to do to leave me gasping
I'd be frigid if I insisted I could ever do without it
I remember kissing the mouthpiece of a roll and inhaling acrid smoke and you pressed the tip of your spliff to my lips before I had finished coughing and
Chased smoke like it was an ever-distant horizon vanishing into my chest
I am a ruined woman, stuck dreaming and waiting, there's humiliation that comes with this sort of infatuation
You get me tense, keep me constantly on the precipice of something, torso dangling over a railing, always threatening the possibility of free fall
I can hardly deal with my day to day humanity, the depravity you spark is beyond me and my meager means of processing
You look at me and I feel distinctly underdressed, publicly indecent, unnecessarily yearning as though I've never once known decorum
I fumble as I rarely do, trip over words like they're untied shoes, and my heart is imprinted under the press of your thumb
I've caught myself often wondering if I am merely imagining the heat of the summer and I am roasting in your company
My skin oversensitive, my heart aches with fresh burns, but when you leave I freeze and claw you back to me
The way that my mind, ever caterwauling, overthinking, shaking is so immediately quiet and still to give your voice room
That the world narrows to a point and the buzz of reality fades and I can focus on you
That the fear I cradle is smothered by the weight of your consideration
There's so much that qualifies as perfection that its unfamiliarity makes me consider running from whatever it is brewing between you and me.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
I do it because i have nothing else driving me. The pursuit of something unobtainable at least with this limited perceptual borders only traversersed with the ambitious grunt work of satifaction that leaves you panting like a dehydrated stray. The only thing i have that pushes me forward in a frenzy of info-lust lingering day to day. Save it up, spit it out. But why, ah **** why ive settled into who i am and thered no turning back. Ive seen ends as beginning and vice versa realities spinning from the center of humanity out, nautilus nature of all. Mathmatics and mind, and why...
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
I dont wanna waste my
Breathe on things I'm trying to
Forget my past is troubled and
Behind me....
And take your weary soul to
Bed, these voices in my
Head are reminding me of
My faults
I always thought when I was with
You the sky would open
Up and thered be something
New I sometimes like to dream that if I close my eyes I'd see
You
But the bed is growing
Cold and my hands search for
Your sweaty skin, and
Instead I hear the door click
Behind you and it begins
So I cry
I cry out for you
I lay in the bed
Thoughts filled with dread as
Your footsteps echo on the linoleum
And I cry again
I dare not move in hopes
I'll hear your feet smacking the
Hard cold floor again
Sprinting back into my arms
In this lifeless bed
Where our lifeless dreams lay with
We had high hopes
And now we're only
Sinking
Into our mess we have made
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
I dont wanna waste my
Breathe on things I'm trying to
forget my past is troubled and
behind me
And take your weary soul to
Bed, these voices in my
Head are reminding me of
My faults
I always thought when I was with
You the sky would open
Up and thered be something
New I sometimes like to dream that if
I close my eyes I'd see
You
But the bed is growing
Cold and my hands search for
Your sweaty skin, and
Instead I hear the door click
Behind you and it begins
So I cry
I cry out for you
I lay in the bed
Thoughts filled with dread
I always thought when I was with
You the sky would open
Up and thered be something
New I sometimes like to dream that if
I close my eyes I'd see
You
Life is not the same, no
Not anymore and I
Play with my hair as my heart quickens
As you shut that door
I thought I saw you
I thought I saw you
I thought I saw you
The other day
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
As I stand here with a rope around my neck,
I'm thinkin "no one will miss me what the heck",
I think about the memories of the past,
Thinking about the shadow I cast,
The shadow that gave me this terrible reputation,
It gave me the sensation,
The shadow that killed friends and resurrected enemies,
And with the rope my neck I think about those enemies,
You'd think they'd care the most,
Because when I leave thered be no one to which they could boast,
I look down at the stool,
And I think about my old friends from school,
I think about the teachers that hated me,
And the counselor who I saw frequently,
I wondered if shed miss me,
Or if shed even know what was missing,
I shed my last tear as I pray for the last time,
Thinking my birth was like a crime,
And that's when I kick the stool and fall,
And I'd never be able to stop it it was my call,
The only thing I can see is a faint light,
The closer I got it started to get bright,
And there I saw a man,
Well I couldn't tell if it was a man,
The creature seemed to be the light,
For a few brief moments I lost my sense of sight,
I heard it say "follow me son",
"I'll show you what wrong youve done",
As we walk I begin to see my body hanging from the rope,
And parents are standing around me and don't know how to cope,
They sit there and cry,
And they try to bring me back I couldn't believe they'd actually try,
My body was motionless and pale,
I wish I could just bail,
He grabs my arm and we walk a little further and I see my teachers with tears rolling down their faces,
I heard them say "just one last time I wanna see his face",
We walk farther down the line,
And I see the counselor and I look at the clock and I'm usually here at this time,
All I see is her hands covering her eyes,
I heard her say "why'd he have to die?",
I see the whole school crying,
Even the bullies are crying,
They take a moment of silence,
For their peer who was breathless and silent,
And at that moment I realize what I've done,
I hear the man say "now how would you feel if this were your son?",
And that's when I wake up alarm clocks ringin,
There's birds singin,
I leave my bedroom with a different point of view,
No matter what you think someone will always love you.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
As I stand here with a rope around my neck,
I'm thinkin "no one will miss me what the heck",
I think about the memories of the past,
Thinking about the shadow I cast,
The shadow that gave me this terrible reputation,
It gave me the sensation,
The shadow that killed friends and resurrected enemies,
And with the rope my neck I think about those enemies,
You'd think they'd care the most,
Because when I leave thered be no one to which they could boast,
I look down at the stool,
And I think about my old friends from school,
I think about the teachers that hated me,
And the counselor who I saw frequently,
I wondered if shed miss me,
Or if shed even know what was missing,
I shed my last tear as I pray for the last time,
Thinking my birth was like a crime,
And that's when I kick the stool and fall,
And I'd never be able to stop it it was my call,
The only thing I can see is a faint light,
The closer I got it started to get bright,
And there I saw a man,
Well I couldn't tell if it was a man,
The creature seemed to be the light,
For a few brief moments I lost my sense of sight,
I heard it say "follow me son",
"I'll show you what wrong youve done",
As we walk I begin to see my body hanging from the rope,
And parents are standing around me and don't know how to cope,
They sit there and cry,
And they try to bring me back I couldn't believe they'd actually try,
My body was motionless and pale,
I wish I could just bail,
He grabs my arm and we walk a little further and I see my teachers with tears rolling down their faces,
I heard them say "just one last time I wanna see his face",
We walk farther down the line,
And I see the counselor and I look at the clock and I'm usually here at this time,
All I see is her hands covering her eyes,
I heard her say "why'd he have to die?",
I see the whole school crying,
Even the bullies are crying,
They take a moment of silence,
For their peer who was breathless and silent,
And at that moment I realize what I've done,
I hear the man say "now how would you feel if this were your son?",
And that's when I wake up alarm clocks ringin,
There's birds singin,
I leave my bedroom with a different point of view,
No matter what you think someone will always love you.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC