"thorugh" poems
forgot i was able
forgoe the sugar cane
horse towed them over the edge
coarse hair
coerced into the trap
willing and able
are you able?
are you billing me?
is this thrilling?
have we been feeling
the same?
come over here
something else over there
i'm forgetful
i'm a disgrace to the top
upper crust societors
upper cut so much science
tons of honor
tons more scholarly journals
hurtled over the canyon wall
carried by the wind to those unlistening
wishing they could hear you
sifting thorugh the river for rocks
to deliver you
giver of too many
stories we already know
tore off all of our clothes
promised tonight would be
different than so many
others i laughed at
others i couldn't have
summer is ours to be
somewhat more into fear
someone to hold you dear
come one come all to hear
believer of something more
deliverer of sudden storms
of folk tail magic token
now open your eyes to your own faults
now look to the sky and know the hawks
are staring down with hungry eyes
they're bearing down they see you in the crowd
falling allover selfish rags
hagship tailors
flag waving tagless sleeve cutters
closing shutters in your mechanism
exposed to low level flash bulbs
just enough to imprint the entire night into something more
we would never remember if not for your loose grip
where you fell to the floor
and
saved another for
the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
If you are willing to be with me be prepared to deal with my insecurities and bring stick and stones to destroy brick by brick the wall I've been building around for all these years. It will take time and it won't be easy, but I promise I'll put all the effort in me to help you inside.
I'll try to put behind the past and give you my trust, but you gotta understand that after seeing only for me for so long it will be hard to start thinking of WE instead of I.
There will be times when you will want to run..
..please don't.
Other times I'm gonna get scared..
..don't let me escape.
I can assure you everything will be worth it, because once you get thorugh that thick layer you're going to met me. The real me.
The girl that was hidden under anger, sadness and fear; and that girl has the biggest heart in the world, it's not new, it was mistreated and has some dust.
But once you shake the dust and stop paying attention to the big old scar on the side, you'll realize it still works and it will give you more love than anyone thinks possible.
So if you try your best to get inside I will try my best to open the door.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
Pain runs thorugh my veins
Tears on the window pane
Why should I stand,
If you'll only push me down again?
Feeling so alone
Like I have no hope
Of ever finding a heart to call my own
What will be the end of it?
Won't you stop this torment?
I guess you won't stop till I mutter
You win
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Cant help but think I might die
And all these things I do
I keep
Will be sorted by someone who doesn’t understand them
Or there order
Or meaning
And my life
And how I view it
Will never be remembered or viewed in the way I want it to be viewed
Because no one thinks like me
And sees like me
I want to put the picture of the the candle under the picture of kurt cobain
Even if I don’t put it there
I will know what it is there
Because I wanted it to be there
And no one will ver know that its ther
No one will even take it down
Because they wont be able to
Get in my head
I’ll be dead
I don’t mind dying young
And if youre reading this now
Id ike to mention that I don’t care about my spelling
And I have a good thought that iw ant to share with someone special
Someone who is interested
I haven’t said it out loud yet
But I thought to myself after work on Thursday
As I was walking from the bus stop and I decided to cross the road instead of go over the bridge because my legs hurt
That I was wasting my life
Because I am doing things
And for the first time I felt amazed
That you can waste your life by doing things
And by not doing anything
And that feeling doesn’t go anywhere
No matter what you do
That curiousity that your life is passing you by
Happens no mater what
I make the most of everyday
Occasinsly I sit down and don’t do anything and I drink tea and I write (like now)
But here in japan I do things I feel I would never have done
When I am so tired I want to pass out on the floor I do things
I am so busy I love it
And I am so happy
And yet the thought just wizzed thorugh me like when your drunk and you need to be sick
And it just happens it hits you and all a sudden you’ve been sick and didn’t know how or why or that is was going to happen
That wa slie this tought and I thought shall I write this down
NO ill remember this
I wont forget it and I wanted to say it to people
I have wanted to share
It
But what better person to share it with
Than
.
you
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
your hands went thorugh me
so my bones are gone
and legs melt down
like rain syrup....
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
I'm on a hunt for darkness in darkness
The kind that would let me drift
Into lands beyond my imagination
Where silence does not lie, or mock or cry
I want a tranqualised darkness,
No scratch, cry nor song
I want to hear only black, the kind of black so deep you fall into it
The kind of black so dense nothing squeezes through
The weight of the endless hunt presses down on me
each step lifting of the ground lesser than the last
They hold my ankles so tightly, all these chains that put marks on me
and yet these hooks on my eyelids they force me to see all and forget none
They are tired of the number of times we repent, their forgiveness stretching thin
and so we drag ourselves thorugh the crushing darkness
pushing through the fog, one blade at a time
Darkness hunting darkness
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
There once was a dog
who ran thorugh the fog
towards an on coming car.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC