"thoes" poems
When I wash my dishes
I wonder if it will crack
the extremities of hot water mixed with lead
steaming its skin
making it dry and wet at the same time
When I put my wet plate in the air
the water dripping from its surface
I wonder if it will become my heart
the red moon
that will drip with blood
staining the floor
consistent, but flexible
When I put my dishes away
I wonder if
the dishes dry due to their exhausted fear
from being touch
for indulgence
and thoes plates that crack
finally becomes tolerant...
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
I'm runnin as fast as i can.
There comming
Where can i go?!
I scream help
The only sound i hear
is those snarles.
I find a safe place
with more people like me.
I am jewish you see.
I've been running and hidding
and now im about to die.
****** has turned his nazi's into zombies
what do i do where do i run?!
how did this happen?
How can he see this as fun?
I start to talk to the people around me.
They tell me they have a way out,
but they need a hero.
I step up to the plate,
and take the fame.
Truly I just wanted to save
me..
We are all running through a open field,
hidding behind trees.
Then i look behind me
a zombie as big
and as tall as the clouds.
"oh **** what now?!"
I step out in front
of that zombie and grunt,
he stops and stares at me.
I tell him to stop and follow me
he turns around and runs.
I can't believe it's true,
thoes zombies are afraid of jews.
So i come up with a plan
to bring down that man.
We have to find a way
to **** ****** okay?
He is giving a big speech.
We have to sneak up from behind,
send those zombies to do our crimes.
Now ****** will never die.
Thats until i pull out my gun
and put a end to his fun.
Now hitler's gone away.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 12:07 AM UTC
You may read this and not understand
but I guess that makes two of us.
I have this impossible need to cry.
I want to cry and I want someone to see.
Maybe if they see they will understand.
They probably wont understand.
I have no words for this feeling that burns inside me
without words,
crying seems like the only way to get it out.
I want it out.
If I tried to give it words,
I would use,
drowning and suffocating and trapped.
But thoes are just words
and they do not prevail what is pinning me to the floor of my soul.
Its force is unyeilding
and I endlessly long for a way to express its power,
but it seems that a power so strong cannot be expressed.
Not by words and not even by tears.
But maybe if there were tears
someone would hold me
and lie to me.
Tell me that it's all going to get better.
Thats what people do, we comfort each others sorrows
even if we don't posses the sorrows of the other.
So maybe I will cry.
And maybe someone will care.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
Fighting for a reason to get out of bed
To get out of my head
And to touch the ground
I'm swallowing myself whole
If i dont get up now
There is no turning back
The world has giving me lots of reasons to smile and be seen
But none of thoes reasons are the ones that I need
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
those the strongest,
Are always the weakest.
thoes the happiest,
are always the saddest.
they might put on a smile,
for quite a little while.
but in end you'll see,
how a depressed person can be.
they cant hide it forever,
for forever is never..
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Im already having thoes thoughts
And it's only 3:48
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Yesterdays hold little meaning
Yesterdays have lack of dreaming
Yesterdays are in the past
But yesterday is all we have
In yesterday you help my hand
Yesterday you loved this
Today has only brung me pain
Today is not the day for me
In yesterday we were in love
Yesterday had an us
But yesterday is long gone
Yesterday could be our song
If there were words for yesterday
Thoes words would be you and me
If only yesterday was on repeat
Though yesterday lives inside of me
I wish on yesterday could be relived
I wish today all the best
Today hold heartbreak
It holds pain
Today is the begining of the end of me
By;
Breannah Cross
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
I walked in and took my place at the bar waiting a bit impatiently for the bartender. After a few minutes she came I order a pbr and a shot of whiskey. my shot stings going down but I take a large sip of my beer and it sooths. I talk to some people for a bit but I can't help but look for you. I glance at the barstool I know you rest and i see you. From the looks of it this may be your 5th nightcap of the evening. And I'm promised it won't be your last. We meet eyes. You gaze at me the same way I, for you. I walk over and give you an I - miss - you hug. He's familiar will thoes. We jabber on about nonsense and and laugh at the strange curly-haried man dancing in the corner. God I love his laugh. I order a few more pbrs and a couple more shots.. my whiskey curauge has me blurting out if he would like to stay with me after all has closed. He says he's usual answer. And for just a split second I wonder if my options were much better asked after he has had a couple of caps or if he would say yes regardless?.. some days I'm unaware. We leave and it's as if nothing has changed between us. The two of us walk to his place stopping for beer no less. Tipsy as we are were acting very silly skipping around, making strange noises at one another. We just go back to the two free spirited people simply infatuated with one another. And I'm flying in bliss. I sit on the bed and look at him. Memorizing his movments. He moves so beautifly so gracefully. He hands me an IPA, the way he's eyes meet mine is breathtakingly lovely. And in that moment, I could look at this handsome, complicated, loving, courageous man forever.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
You can hide in the blankets
but you can never run.
It will follow you to the deepest of seas
and the highest of mountains
in the closet or under the bed.
Because all you will be running from is
yourself.
You create your demons.
You are the monster.
There is a way to keep them out
there is always a way.
But you have to pick thoes weapons and
fight!
Run into the battle at full speed.
Don't stop for even a moments hesitation,
because within that hesitation
there is a crack in your armour
in which your demons and monsters can get through.
To fight you have to remember
nobody will save you.
This fight is yours
and yours alone.
Remember to make yourself better you have to start somewhere.
That somewhere can be here right now.
So make the decision to win this fight against yourself.
The mosters and demons do not define you at all.
If someone says you can't
you better show them you can.
You make the decision.
You can die.
Or
You can fight!
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Each day as the evening starts to set
The ache builds in her chest
She knows that she must go to bed
She hugs her tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cries for the one she loved and lost
And screams without a sound
Others see her in the day
And think she's doing well
But every day as evening sets
She enters her own hell
Time hasn't healed her pain at all
Or quieted her fears
So every night, alone in bed
She sheds thoes silent tears
~af
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Shh dont speak
Just lie here with me and forget the world
Because there's a hell of an universe next door
And with your skin on mine
Goosebump to goose bump
None of this matters
Thoes eyes that have looked into my soul
3 inches away from mine
Who too have ventured into the whirlwind of your true self
And you, in your purest form, are beautiful
A beauty that I am reluctant to share with the world
You are mine and in the same way i am yours
We belong not together but as one
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
What about all thoes times you ran your hand through my hair?
now I have to act like I don't care.
blunt and dark
a rock in my heart.
Through pity parties and costume parties
fond memories are all I hold
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
I want to tell you more
I am not happy that I make it
to home , But I still want to tell you
I want to tell your more
I am not happy that I made it
through these Nights , But wait here
I want to tell you more
I've lost the count of Days
My Calender is Turnin' Red
Only thing that keep warm
are these cigarettes Mark on
My face .
hey, I can hear your slow pace
But , I would follow you
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
I am Sorry that we made it through
I am Sorry that you had to suffer
through it all
I am Sorry that we made it through
Nothing has changed
Nothing has Changed
Now
We don't even
Have ****** time
to die
I am Sorry that we made it through
I am Sorry that I made you Do
Keepin' it Hide through it all
Keepin' it Hide through it all
But I still want to
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
If I could go back
To all thoes years
That Now gone
I would not waste minute
I would cut my wrist Wide open
I wanted to watch you Die
I have hated you all my life
No matter where
you go I am in your ears
I am tired of your Red eyes
and your skinny body
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
AhAhAhAhAhAhAh
I am Sorry that I made through
I am Sorry that I made through
I am Sorry that we made it through
I Don't miss you
I Don't miss you
We Don't miss you at all
Father Rather beat you Down
Than listen to your sound
Father Rather beat you Down
Than Listen to your sound
Mother have Gone to Sky
Come on
beat me harder , may I see her once
My Blood Run Dry
Mother Have Gone to Sky
Come on
Beat me harder , may I see her once
My Blood Run Dry
I am tired of Crying
And I am Done , Dying
I am Tired of Crying
And I am Done , Dying
Are you Still There?
What Makes you Stay?
Early Morning Fog
Did you know
I am as lost as you are
Early Morning Fog
Did you Know
I am as Lost as you are
There's
No Grave of mine
Ashes
blowin in the wind
There's
No Grave of mine
Ashes
blowin in the wind
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
I want to tell you more
Ahahaahahah
I am Sorry That I made it Through
I am Sorry that I made it Through
I am Sorry that We made it through
How Would you write your Last poem
Tears Pouring Down
Tingling Fingers on White Wracked
Window
How Would you write your Last poem
Tears Pouring Down
Tingling Fingers on White Wracked
Window
I want to tell you more
I want to look straight in your eyes
when Would it end?
when Would it end?
when Would it end?
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 5:55 PM UTC
Can you feel
as the pop rocks
crackle in your gums
Keeping the straws
of sweet bitter sugar
Because thoes
buy your fun
I can feel
the rush of sugar
as it drips down my throat
How the rush takes me away
To the night we both had wrote
The first words
in a new chapter
It started with a kiss
lips to lips
The first time I saw
The light inside my chest
But now it's lost
Inside of the abyss
That is my head
How I miss that bliss
The blissful sight
of your smile restting
inside the night
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 3:53 AM UTC
I listen to a sad song, that's me
My porceline love so easy to break
pain too heavy to bare
****** are thoes who hurt me
Who caused these wet spots on my pillow
I am the victim of a broken heart
These lyrics speak sounds of my sorrow
I pity myself
I listen to a sad song, that's you
Your sensitivity I've abused
Sadness I couldn't imagine
****** am I for the pain I've caused
For the tears on your pillow they soak
I am the accused of heartbreak
These lyrics are of sounds I've ignored
And once again I pity myself
J.W
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
I promised I would **** you
I said it from heart
If I couldn't find the cure
That gets you through thoes Nights
thought,I'd give you hope at least
by keep feeding you
that old ******* lies
and
didn't all went just right ?
for
That beast inside your mind
you said:
what does this world ever had to offer
Save hatred , pain and suffer
grim laughter
smiley reaper
I am sorry that I failed you
you didn't burn out all at once
I ****** watched you fade away
right in front of my eyes
**** me
**** me
**** me
**** me
**** me
**** me
life isn't meant for me
**** me
**** me
**** me
Don't you leave me with me
all I wanted you to do
was just ************
**** me
**** me
**** me
**** me
**** me
****
me
****
me
****
me
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Ughhhhhhh
****
What is my ****** DEAL
I fell hard for you
But like glass,
I'm transparent
Like true love
Non-existent
Yet like a mirror
You reflect me
Fall for thoes who could care less
They're careless
It's true
What they say
Men ain't ****
You just have to find the one that's the least ******
Hi, I'm Steven
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC