"thew" poems
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Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!
Still—Clad in your Mail of ices—
Thigh of Granite—and thew—of Steel—
Heedless—alike—of pomp—or parting
Ah, Teneriffe!
I’m kneeling—still—
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I wanted to feel his hands
massaging me once more,
rubbing out the pain & stress of my day(s).
I wanted to look into his beautiful eyes
that always said
"I Love You My Queen"
I wanted to once again
entwine our fingers
as we held close
our bodies while we laid & talked.
I want to kiss his lips,
feel
our
tongues dance again.
I wanted to run my fingers
once more thew his curly hair....
I want to hear him whisper once more
Good morning my love,
as he came home
from a night of work....
I wanted to feel him
kiss my forehead
and
say baby
I'll fight for you,
for Us!
Like he once was willing to do...
I wanted him to
be there when
His 1st born!
HIS SON
came outta me,
I wanted him to watch as
my opening stretched wide
for the life we conceived
started to break free,
wanted to look at him watching
me struggle
( for my & our sons life)
Wanted him to watch me
cry out with each contraction,
as my body sweating
and
shook from hot to cold
with hot flashes & chills,
I wanted him to see
my legs spread far apart,
my bottom hanging it seems~
slightly off the bed
my feet wrecked up on stirrups
as my ***** minora** opens wider ,
stretching it's self as well as my labia majora....
As our sons head slowly emerges out of me,
I wanted him to watch me
as I watched him
"catch His 1stborn....
His only SON!
I wanted us to cry laugh & hug each other
as our child is placed in my arms....
Him kissing me on my forehead
once more teary eyed with
that proud new daddy
look men tend to get.........
I wanted this and so much more.....
I no longer want it thou!
Realities hit
&
I'm better off
doing this on my own!
**Always Me Ayeshah **
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 12:31 AM UTC
He was up late again, reading one of his many comic books, when he heard the usual scratching at the back porch. So engrossed in his title, the youth ****** from his chair and crept toward the window. A band of large masked creatures scurried off into the gloomy, moonless night. The boy thew on his coat and grabbed a flashlight and camera as he headed out onto the back porch. He glanced at one of the raccoons just as he scampered into the gigantic black berry bush below his field. The boy decided to take a closer look. He started to move toward the giant bush below his field when he suddenly tripped over something on the ground. As he across to his feet, he noticed a small door covered with branches and dirt. He brushed away the ******* and stared at the small door in the ground. With out much thought, he put his shacking hand to the handle and slowly opened the door. Hundreds of tiny stairs led their way to a huge room, miles wide and long, but only about four feet high. The room was quiet, he was about to scream when he heard the same scratching noise that was at his back porch, only this sound was louder. The boy slowly turned. His heart pounding in his chest; his body like steel iron. Then, a sudden hush goes over the whole room. He opened his eyes to meet a four foot raccoon staring at him. The animal lifted his head to the boy and whispered, "tag, your it!"
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Barbie's undercover of the book that never quits
Manipulative and menacing but, she never spits
An evil being, a beauty queen, more than some t.v. b*tch
I wish I had a rheostat, I'd lower/light her switch
Barbie's chasing boys again, her husband doesn't care
She's riding barefoot on the back of a costar or a queer
She tilts her head/hair back and forth, pretends she doesn't care
It's that silly kind of carefree movement; majic's in the air
And I'm
Watching Barbie in the afternoon
I've not much more to do
She's so much more than a piece of meat
Barbie, so petite
Well wouldn't it be great to meet,
to see her face to face
Forty years fly bye too fast but,
That's the Barbie pace
She knows her children have a mind thew grew all by their own
They have to learn from their mistakes even when they've grown
She wants to help her daughter out by jumping in a lake
But this ain't mike, tom, chris, or jake; this could be a mistake
Barbie's in a bubble bath, she's naked as a jaybird
With happy smile, ear to ear, she relaxes and spreads cheer
More bubbles flow from a bottle emptied quickly
I only can imagine underneath her skin now prickly
Watching Barbie in the afternoon
Barbie, she's so sweet
So much more than just a piece of meat
Barbie, so petite
Well, wouldn't it be great to meet
to see her face to face, Barbie
Share!
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
*He is
My Azure Dreambird,
(The Sovereign of Songbirds)
That soars upon
Skies of Resonance.
His sapphire wings
Weightless by valor,
Hallowed every doubt
That
Cursed my shadow
Until credence reigned.
He is
The Musicality of my Soul,
That I climbed as
A stairway
Into
Gates of Aether
Upon
Porcelain keys
Of an impearled
Grand Piano.
His sound emittance
Ascended in frequency until
Pitch became subliminal
For height
ceased to be
Height,
And depth,
Ceased to be
Depth,
It was
Ineffable harmony
And resolution became effortless
With
The touch of his hand.
He is
The Wings of the Dawn,
A Sweeping Rapture
That raised
Me
Beyond the stratosphere
Until graced by
Untarnished embrace
Of the Baptistery of the Sun.
I burst
From Light’s Intemerate Womb,
Renewed and
Gazed upon Terraqueous Gaia
Then for once,
(Yes, for all eternity)
Succumbed to
Faith in the Transcendence
Of his tender affections.
Woe was existence
Before His lightwaves radiated
Within my heart,
For when I purged my pulse
Of that quaking rhythm
And
Hollow cries
Upon his ears,
He stood moved
And remained
Doughty in his devotion
To me.
In that moment
I fathomed his soul
Glistened
O, for he had not forsook me.
I bear a pilgrimage.
One sought to be
Heard,
Seen,
Felt,
Breathed,
And
Divined
By my
Once
Somnolent spirit
Been
Roused
By the incendiary thew of
His ardor.
My revenant soul
Hath emerged from
The Chrysalis of Time as
The Apotheosis of Astral Flame
(A Reverberation of the Cosmo-Plexus of Love)
That since
The Days of Time Immemorial
Guided by the
Whisper of the stars,
I now cleave
To that celestial susurrus:
To the solace buried beneath
The Soil of Afflicition
(For anguish was all I knew)
In repose
Yet yearning to be
Resurrected
In The Dream of Acquisition,
To for eternity behold
The timeless fervor
That doth layeth
In His heart*
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
*You deluge my eyes
In aqueous bombs
Because you love me
In ways that defy existentiality,
That hallow my spirit,
That quake terraqueous Gaia,
Exhale me as a Cosmos
―Of the Cosmo-Plexus of the Wildest Love.
Consecrate me O Niveous Dove,
With thine pearlescent eyes
For love
(Ineffably tender)
Is your Gender.
Pain is my golden raiment,
Dirge and piety
For you
Stir in my soul
By the thew of your
Beauteous, Tempestuous Affections.
Create in me
An intemerate heart;
Impregnable,
For then I will know
That the Silver Wings of Dreams
Are impregnable.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
i am a partying in the street ya know
i have got my chips and coca cola that is radical
i want to be happy don’t you ******* know
steve and bill and doff and jill went up the hill
to try to catch a party spirit and really party on
i liked thew mates i had when i was young
they are pretty cool, but i am moving on
and so should they
yeah that is the way of the world
i hate tony abbott that is my opinion, please don’t lock me away
he is just a loser can’t ya see
everyone is partying in the clubs ya see
so mr conservo, get out iof this place
for i am the man to boot you out on your *** mr abbott
everyone says party party party and forget about the little smarty
who come in your life, ***** with your wife
yeah partying is more fun than that yeah,
i wanna rock and roll all night, and drink every day, a bottle of coke
and don’t you doff it down for you to choke
party party party get down and ****** party dudes
let’s get on with the show, even if it shows
partying is fun for people of all ages, yeah mate yeah
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
My heart will steal,
my words you'll feal,
right in side you're hope will Heal,
Just get through it,
you can do it,
hold on tite or you'll just lose it.
don't go mad inside just sad?
keep your sane and diss the lame
life's a game so look for fame
help some hearts and get the name
speak lit low and help them know
peace is hear for them to glow
take a walk and feal my talk..
see it played your'e favorit show
led the way with my gold chalk..
forget the bad of past you had,
make new be glad,
your'e tuff You're Rad,!
that pain that hole
often thaught of takes control
that mess that loss that empty goal,
thinkin back that costly toal,
It's your road And it's your choice,
make some sound to hear your voice,
down the path be strong its bumpy,
hear my song and don't be grumpy,
not alone,
stood felt like stone,
full rock hard ,
I'm sure no **** my words sock hard,....
[you had felt it so you delt it,
never grew a heartless clue,
I choose nice for your rude lies,
lookin over in despize,
fought the stress don't need a mess
for caught up in you're knot ties.
statin truth nor fantasize
feel it first before criticize,]
you know your heart has just be grown.
You were tuff when **** got ruff,
bin there done that know the stuff
as it seams those memory dreams
thew away,
oh day by day,
hears your luck it blew my way,
with your heart
"click heal restart"
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
Jesse Mckush
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
I wanted so much to like you;
I had heard so much about you.
Your show sounded like fun
Sadly, too soon I had begun
To listen between the lines
To know you, see who you are
To know behind the shallow mask
To see the ugly stained star.
I forgive myself for a bit of it
Because I know that it was
The method you always use.
I would later guess the cause.
Perhaps myself and others
The countless clueless mass
Mistook the rich and famous
As people with any real class.
I had to see the gaudy penthouse
With gold used instead of chrome.
I needed to see the fake opulence
That you chose to be your home.
I saw you hobnob with famous
And calling them your friends
Soon I would be let to see
The photo was where it ends.
So, I packed away any care for you
And chalked it up to my youth.
Little did I know right then
I only guessed at half the truth.
Because you put your skanky ****
Into the presidential race
And this latest **** of your ego
Means I never stop seeing your face.
Running for the highest office
The leader of the free world
Sure seems to have given
Your screwy hair a different twirl.
Suddenly you dragged out speeches
Of Hiter, Mussolini and Stalin.
You shouted the policies of the KKK
And thew your vitriol all in.
Since too many fools in America
Started chanting Trump, Trump
You seem to want to turn DC
Into something like the town dump.
As for me, I have trouble sleeping
Worried your fans might be letting
And idiot in charge of the nukes
So he can bring on Armageddon.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
I am endless /
Butterfly of Virginality /
I summon thee /
Unto me, /
I do. /
Endless night /
Endless day /
Simultaneously /
Entwinement, /
Intertwinement, /
Of all fathomed, /
Impossible, yet now it is /
Through the thew, through the sinew, /
Of the spirit: /
Hallowed it is! /
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
Butterfly of Virginality \
Spread thy wings, \
& soar. \
Endless night \
Endless day \
Simultaneously \
Entwined, \
Intertwined. \
Forces of Light, \
Forces of Darkness, \
Forces Unseen, \
Coalesce, \
Converge, \
Gather as one, \
For this \
Beauteous moment. \
That a caterpillar \
Might emerge from its chrysalis \
& not give up in the struggle to spread its monarchical wings to soar, \
Reaching heavensward \
Higher than it ever thought it could! \
Oh, But it could dream \
& a dream is more powerful than any words or \
Limitations imposed by reality. \
The Most High God blesses thee \
On this day, \
When you are set free \
From all that binds ye! \
You are set free \
To a fate \
That is much higher \
That is much airier, & much more ethereal than you could have ever imagined! \
To soar upon the Vernal winds \
& reach to \
***** for \
The sempiternal Sun, \
—That is your \
journey, \
That is your \
path. \
Of all fathomed, \
Impossible, \
Yet now it is \
Through the thew, \
Through the sinew, \
Of \
The Spirit: \
Hallowed it is! \
( —Se’ lah)
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 12:33 AM UTC
Now Janet
and John
had once met up.
For Janet
was Scottish
and John
from Scunthorpe.
Now John
wanted to be
at Janet's Birth Party
how surprised she would be.
But could not afford
the travel
So he knew
he post himself.
Climbing
inside the box
John just thought
she will be so surprised by me.
And right on time
the box Janet did receive
Ow what can it be
and taking a kitchen knife.
Did ****** it in into the box
straight thew poor Johns
eye him sitting there
bolt right up, exultingly.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
“oh, how they will all bet on morrows that strain rills after dark,
and yet the Game, unpitying, regains its lordly behest at dawn;
lean back and feel the turn of things, the chance, the risk, the almost...
ante!”
⋮
this mania!
when it wreathes,
the imperceptible of myself,
it drains through me, sedulously,
hands aquiver, sight fretful,
and the bath of wanting (and not, ergo),
spewing and fusing
inside the etna of my inlying.
you are, then, obedience itself,
long before the grapevine,
before the Cards;
rails tarnishing, yet begrimed steel,
rather ossein, or thew,
turning to a suttee so pale, it forgets its ills.
and the trains;
yes, they were gushing, though not afore;
“did you think they would arrive for you?”
they smelt into clag,
into a mist of faces, barren,
swelling and shrieking of throe,
snaking, snaking down the spine of
the Stake.
slaves betting with their ilk of ardor,
when a match struck, belatedly,
but already it is leaning toward cinders,
its shine no more
than a laugh of people,
leaving the hall shivery in its bleat,
charcoals sighing their waning,
others honing their exit.
bitterly, bitterly, i am
left with nothing to hold but smoke.
but time, ah, time,
the nimble Host,
old trickster with his cuffs of lithe,
shuffling cloaks for loose change.
he and i,
always at the same table,
and i know his favorite sleight:
to grant the boastful player
a losing hand,
and winning eyes.
the coin is tossed,
to the Parlay; so soon cast,
so soon swallowed by the piker.
the crowd, they clap for a name,
but it is never genius they are crowning,
only luck,
foremost Dealer,
with that last word,
smiling as he lays it down:
only the blind Card turned upward.
~~~
and i,
sitting with my empty cup,
still growing a taste for losing
foolish, surely,
but the loss only deepens the greed,
doubles it, whets it past the reach of will.
so ring then, coin,
dull as you are, tattered,
clattering against the floorboards.
it tells me i am counted,
measured,
already spent.
yes, yes, it is only a caprice,
but it hews, it digs,
it laughs where no mouths are,
and i laugh back;
ante!
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
Come to me, darling,
in the midst of this sleet storm.
Come with your chest open,
your heart pumping.
Forget the words I thew and
the glass that screeched across the room.
Forget the night you held my hand
and whispered her name.
Don't bring a bouquet of apologies
or a fistful of daises.
Don't tuck your marionette strings in
your back pocket.
Leave all your master tools at home,
and come home into my arms.
Lay with me and show me the ****
interior of your veins.
Break apart my rib cage and steal
a gulp of air from my lungs.
Borrow a scalpel and let's peel away
the layers of each other's skin.
****** the bed in the process, but
bask in the honesty of muscles and tendons.
Reveal to me secrets hiding in your intestines,
and I'll introduce you to the skeletons in my mind.
Risky? Yes. But maybe we'd be a pretty kind of sad,
like a broken butterfly wing stuck to the pavement.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Stygian shadows devour my fall:
Incarnadine structure the greatest of all!
I fathom this flesh by transgressions been moored
In depths of iniquity forevermore.
Dreams been hallowed in glistening chest:
Thought sanctity born to be laid to rest!
Clouds of soil drape the skies,
My chalice strewn in grave on high.
Shockwaves emitted from brain do rend
In soul conviction of celestial mend,
The thew of ebony phantoms draw
Blood from heartbeat left unthawed.
A parcel wayworn and torn by winds,
And by time: the fruitage of illusory sin!
In lungs my oxygen laced and maimed,
Tis’ miasma of youth impaled by pain.
Are pining for flight the days of yore
Into the horizon of virtue’s dawn.
Yet a specter reaps my holy days
Until incorporeal, for eternity shamed.
Yet is there hope for the soul accursed?
A susurrus spins a tale of mirth:
Though once incarcerated by dirges doom,
A melisma tranced a deluged moon.
Forlorn in the skies by nebulous stars,
Yet efflorescence cocoons that body marred.
Gravity transcended by a coronal soar,
Lightness abides at aethers door!
Prophecy of the cosmos exhales at last!
Rapture divined red-shift once masked!
O extol His radiance, O relinquish your souls!
That The Transcendental shall forge ye whole!
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
Where the **** stops
and that is you
after a good night at the bar
your mates tell
have some food
line the inside of you
so you do
then you and your mates go on to a club
the night ahead of you
pretty woman and bright light
eyes dazed you have scoured
the night is yours
your mates have now gone
there nights to remember
Yours
you will remember none
now she it there at the taxi rank
she looks into your eyes
you now as she moves to your lips
time passes
well a minuet or two
you hug
you feel her curves
and then thew up down her back
the next thing you remember
is you are you
and why does
my head hurt so
Just remember to thank her for getting you home.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
You sold cookies for a living and knew my order well. You'd sneak me free ones and smile a smile only meant for me.
I told you about the boy who thew a vase at my head and you held me and told me you'd never do anything to hurt me. Stupidly, I believed you.
I told my friends about you, my mum about you, about the boy with Hazel eyes who made me laugh and my heart sing and who saw the good in everyone.
You asked me to the cinema and I was so excited, I straightened my hair and did my make-up, something I never do but I wanted to impress the boy who made my heart sing.
I met you outside, you wore a blue shirt and told me I looked pretty as you bought us tickets to Guardians of the Galaxy 2. To this day, I can't watch that film.
We sat at the back and you used my full name to ask me to be yours and even though I hate my full name, I let you and I said yes.
You smiled and in that moment, made me the happiest girl in the universe.
You told me you had tonsillitis and I told you I didn't care and you kissed me and I blushed as you told me you had butterflies and I told you I did too.
We played Air-Hockey after the film and I thrashed you (I knew I would). My dad gave you a lift home, you charmed him, I thought everything was good.
For the next three days, you were the centre of my world and I thought I was the centre of yours.
You told me you'd plan something for my birthday, told me about all the dates we'd go on, told me I was pretty every day.
Until you sent me the text that blew up my world.
I told you that you looked cute today and you responded with,
"I'm not feeling it anymore"
Four little words. That's all it took to destroy us.
A week passed.
You got a new girlfriend and I was left with tonsillitis and a shattered heart, wondering what I did wrong.
I didn't speak for a month, cried so much I thought I'd drown and you didn't even care.
I wonder if you ever cared at all.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
I ran towards the door
not so they could let me inside
I pushed through the crowd
not so i could buy
I thew a coin to the wishing-well
not because it was a transaction
I said nice things to my reflection
not for him to reply
I ran towards the door
not so they could let me inside
I wanted to feel the option
to be kissed by lips
not the curb of the pavement
I hoped I knelt I prayed
I never asked for a reality
just the right to dream
for a reason to live isn't needed
when i can make a million reasons not to die
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Mom
you shouldnt have said that.
i'm not worthless
i'm not a nobody
i'm trying
i recieve love
from everybody
but
you.
I'm no barbie doll.
I dont have perfections
I'm far from them.
but I'm not worthless
I'm trying.
i wanted you.
but you dont realize
you hurt me
i hurt myself
today
cuts on my palm
cry out thew words
'ABSOLUTELY WORTHLESS.'
no.please
i'm not
at least lie to me i'm not.
cause
i'm trying.please.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
*The Moonlit Aethers bleed Titanium Rays
As mine Forlorn Eyes
Saunter thine Porcelain Skin:
Platinum Matriarch upon Swarthy Expanse reigns
Azure Luminaries cascade
Upon The Forested Glades of my Airy Soulwaves.
Ensorcelled is that Sylvan Shrine,
The Reliquary of the Starry Wish.
(O, that
Loveless Blight
might cease)
I Besought the Firmaments
From Dusk to Dawn
Lamenting in Dirge
Of the
Revenant Skies;
Eons transcended yet no hand to hold
The Benediction of Romance
An Ephemeral Throne.
The Pandemonium corporealizes
Wraiths in my mind;
(Perdition is Thew
The
Poltergeist's Might)
Ivory Visage of the Impearled
Hallows my Spirit
Quells the Abyss.
The Thew of Deities
Purged from my veins
Quaking my quintessence,
I fathomed
I was naught.
A mere figment,
An existential vagary:
~BUT NOW I SEE
We are
All
But a
Dream
Clinging yearningly
to the
Promise of Hope
(The Covenant of Ensouled Dust)
Groping for Eternity, Memory, and the Lightwaves
To be
Vested in our pulse;
For Corporeality;
Ascendency
To the Chrysalis of The Astral,
The Cradle of Cosmogenesis:
Our Cosmos,
Our Zephyr,
Our Magma,
Our Torrent,
Our Tremor,
Our Thunderclap,
Our Time,
Our Space,
Our Nexus to Efflorescence,
Our Incorporeal Sublimity~
I shall surrender to
Providence of the Supernal
His Empyrean Wings
(An Impregnable Aegis)
A Strewn Vestige once was I
But the Somnolent Beloved was roused
Whence I glimpsed into thine eyes.
The Vagrant Loveless is resurrected
Reawakened as a Doughty Knight
Warring against sequestration
(Until by Nirvana)
Abeyance devours this blight.
~Dream
You starry-eyed wayfarers,
Surrender sovereignty to credence
When Star-crossed
Conspire against the Fates
For when Elysium
Is your Beloved
The Ancient of Yore
Shall lead you nebulous streams
To the Holy Oracle
Prophesying the fulfillment
Of your Intemerate Hope
(For Love, myriads doven the skies)
Please Believe,
Just,
Believe in me.~*
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
i, the buddhist, respects all children
thew little kid is playing with my dads spirit
he is crossing his legs saying you and your brother ain’t like us
i said, yeah, we ain’t little cool kids like you, we are computer **** kids, man
i am an adult who lives life like it’s one big adventure
you sit there crossing your legs like the cool kid that you are
and i can drink this bottle of coke down like a real adult does
better than men with their beer
and i stay with the families, and say to me, your one of the families buddy
and i said, thanks for saying i was a family person
who loves to PARTY with coke,
and then this lady with tattoos, got in my vision
i don’t want to have crazy person visions anyway
i am an adult now, that’s what i am, i am an adult now
i don’t want these crazy person visions, of pat coming in
trying to make the word hey bad, instead of saying, what i say
hey is in the paddock where the horses are
i like to dance to 80s music, what’s wrong with that
i don’t want these silly situations, i am not mucking with the crazy people
i wanted my mates to be nice to me as a kid, but not just pretending to be nice
just tell me to **** off from your house
but dude, the people who hate me at the mall, have no control over the mall
I SAY, GO HOME LOSERS
i am reformed, from that silly nonsense of the past
i am an adult who loves to party at the mall, what’s wrong with that
i hate people presuming i hate computers or i hate technology
I LOVE TECHNOLOGY, AND COMPUTERS TOO
i don’t care what my old mates say
i am a computer **** kid, anyway
it was all because, back in those days i was a troubled kid
now i am a cool adult
i don’t like being teased, like all adults don’t
i really appreciate friends i actually do know, saying, that nobody is really teasing ,me
it makes me feel much better, i don’t give a hoot what pat said, what a LOSER
but, i am hearing his crazy person voice, ringing through me head, F U C K L E A V E M E A L O N E
i hate these situations dad is putting into people’s bodies
but i am a buddhist, and i respect everyone
i can’t boss people around, like they can’t boss me around
i don’t believe in discipline, discipline is the real killer of people in this world
i want to drink a coke at the mall, and i should be able to do that, hey
i don’t **** people off, i am a nice man
and you are a little cool kid
i am an adult, but not a nerdy adult, like the nerds who are protecting me from being a little old lady
my dad used to complain all the time in the car
to mum, about how boring the dinner party was
that is why the cool kid is in my head
because i don’t believe in winging after a party which was cool
i am a non whinging adult
who loves to party at the mall, with COKE
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Oh, the places you’ll go, the people you’ll meet.
Oh, the people you’ll love, the people you’ll cheat.
Oh, the happy times spent under the warm sun.
Can leave memories of days filled with nothing but fun.
But in times unlike those hot summer days,
You’ll hurt a million people in a million ways.
You’ll weave lies to save no one but you.
You’ll break wills and heart (a lot more than a few)
Oh, the things you’ll inhale, oh the things you’ll drink.
And all the while, the world is moving too fast for you to think.
Oh, the people you’ll step oh. Oh, the windows you will have smashed.
Oh, the way you’ll treat them. Oh the way their arms will be slashed.
Oh the places you’ll go, oh the people who will die.
Oh, the blood we’ll shed, the tears all shall cry.
Oh, the clothes on the floor, oh the bones that’ll be broken.
Oh, the things people will do because of the words you have spoken.
Oh, the number of stolen candies, oh the number of homes you’ll break.
Oh the times you’ll sit down and wish this was all fake.
Oh, the pages you’ll write, oh the amounts of duct tape used.
Oh, the people you’ll leave alone, ****** and bruised.
Oh, the times you’ll laugh at other people’s pain.
Oh, the people you’ve cut down for your own gain,
Will all add up to one lonely night,
When all is gone and wrong with nothing to write.
You’ll say “I wish it was different” while you sit on your bed.
You’ll remember the things you did, the s thing you said.
Will all add up with you leaving this place.
As you lay on thew cold ground, without a smile on your face.
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
The Thew Of Phantasmagoria
<for Sanders Maurice Foulke III>
The Thew Of Phantasmagoria
the muscles of the brain, design bridges, author poems, obviously
the strongest force upon the Earth, whence & where the powerful
coiling of our mortal coexistence energies be stored & unleashed
muscles summon previous unknowns, establishing neural connectivity
between colliding galaxies, undiscovered planetary rings, using kinetics
to create a vocabulary for the express purpose of astounding creation
the modest only dare inquire of themselves in wondrous silence
how came this thematic landscape, new language, to escape my
optics, my ken, my viewfinder, purview, essential essence sensories?
the deniers claim magic lanterns, optical illusions, love, par example,
they ascertain, a chemical imbalance stimulates the sensorineural,
mocking those who believe the comet’s tail visible wags its orbital path
this poem abstruse, yet full of truths, a working man’s lunch pail
full of fine china chicanery, fooling those who observe only exteriors,
but we who live on bounded islands recognize safe passages available
when the thew of the phantasmagorical is debunked, acknowledging
that for something to be truly true, it must be agreed upon by two,
thus creating a language clarifying even if it’s punctuated by shadows
621pm 23-2-2020
IP lmn
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
have you ever had that feeling where you just need to let your mind explore.
that powere you have deep down.
that feeling of what you really want to follow threw.
have you ever just want to run just to get the runners high.
i have ran thew the woods with the rain pouring threw the tree canapy.
all you have feeling is how to channel all your emotions so you wont be dead.
have you ever wanted that magical feeling where only the rain gives the perfext sun light with the mist spraying on you body.
i have ran miles threw the woods but i have beengiven wisdom as time pases me.
i feel like i can truly spready my wings and just ruffel them up.
i hav people follow in my own impression.
are you crazy or insane.
my angel wwings have gotten bigger and stronger cause i have just ran freely threw the woods.
nothing can get in my path cause your making a risky mistake.
dont tr to stop me or get to close to me cause you not mak it out alive.
when i run threw the woods i take my paint brush and paint how i see this world.
thers no time for fear when u can just be freely alive and not dye.
ill be bye your syde when you need nurturing around you.
ill keep you safe with my dark angel wings witch can hold off dangers of what so sciety has to offer.
i cant be traped or mind dead cause i havent been ****** up in this silly games.
i have the entire world of woods and tropical forsests to roam around freely with no frear so set me free.
if your want a place to run free with naturses beauty?
then follow your mind letting it free.
so follow what your heart says to be free to let your angel wing spread open up entirely finding new hope for you to be free.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
I remember your those three words "I love you "
The way you persuaded me it to be true.
How mad I was I replied "i too".
I never saw that in your eyes..
But I trusted your constant lies..
The dress you gifted, the flowers you brought..
The day we dined together I enjoyed a lot.
I remember your hugs and kisses.
Your songs your guitar your poetry pieces.
The way you praised me.
I felt low you raised me.
The way you pretended your love, was so intense.
Your performance made me lose my sense.
Then we met daily your place my place somebody's place nobody's place..
You kept your character always in grace.
you came home with a bottle of wine I still remember that night.
You kissed my head and hugged me tight.
You made me drink I lost control
You had me in arms that's all.
You unbuttoned me thew me on bed .
I tried to stop you with the courage I had.
Then I lost the battle, you won.
And after 10 minutes my purity was gone.
Then you dressed back and planned to leave me .
It was my mistake i allowed you you to grieve me.
That day you didn't say "I love you"
How could you becz I was hating me too.
You went and I wanted to hold you for more.
I still remember the way you slammed the door.
Then no talks no chats you became busy.
I waited I waited I waited that wasn't easy.
"It's over" I knew it but waited for you to say..
you said it on 21 October 2013 the monday
I wish if it were love not lust.
You broke me, my love and my trust.
You made me see a false dream.
Now all I have is a broken self esteem.
I hate the time you kept me.
Liked me loved me lipped me and left me.
I cried today after 4 years when you said i am sorry.
But I replied " don't... because it wasn't a love story..
It really wasn't. ....
It just you said you love me
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:24 AM UTC