"thre" poems
it had to be ants.
the town turned out,
a pound a time,
to see the model railway
of dolgellau.
amazing as it was,
as you know i do like tiny things,
expecially trains.
more astonishing was the conversation,
face close, on ants that bit up his legs
at bingo, formic acid and calamine
explained in detail.
thre train went by, with tiny noise,
as he rolled up his trouser leg to show me.
the explaination as detailed
as the dioramal, on and on and on.
a nice man. my daughter saved me.
twice.
it was a good turnout, an excellent,
award winning model railway.
sbm.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
On the outer
carapace of it,
all seems ok
I am held
together by
single dry thre
a ds
like wire
and strips of
sinews
they keep me
tightly-wrapped,
a package of
molten powders
secret dynamite
waiting to
e x p l o d e in
exotic ticks
of clockwork
but one scratch
beneath the surface
reveals my
inner truth:
How I wish,
by those
whorled and spiraled
powers above,
for the gently fluted
forces of my being
to be parted
like sacred seawater
with my psyche
f l o a t i n g
just beyond
the zing of
my brain,
no rational
understanding
required
yes. I long
to be ever-slowly
unraveled,
layer by layer
cell by cell
until all that is left
are the platelets
pulsating between
this heart
and yours
each beat
betraying an
acute intensity
of how
I felt it,
this tender
electricity
that crackled
through and
between
our bones
from the
very
beginning
of
our quiet blaze
our pinnacle
our quirky
metallic
textures
our breath
mingling over
airwaves
in heated
fluidity
hotly drenched
in the iridescent
dust of our
star-marked
time
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
Her beauty is astounding
It leaves my heart pounding
I won't bore you with the details
But when she walks past an angel hails
I try to explain this feeling
How she sets my head reeling
But she pushes me away
"Ugly got too close to me today"
She doesn't care that I'm a girl
And she sets my head in a whirl
It's my look she objects to
The cruelty of nature, through and through
Every day I try, I do
To get those thre words out "I love you"
Every day she shows me
The dirt is the only place I can ever be
"Ugly. I'm pretty. You're not."
I don't care a jot
Her hands are filthier than mine
Disinfectant doesn't change a detail so fine
"Ugly. I'm pretty. You can never be."
It's true, I know, as I fall to on knee
She looks perfect but her heart is flawed
There's only one way she can be cured
"Pretty. I'm Ugly. You should be too.
I only do this because I love you
The knife slices through her skin
I hold her frame, so gentle and thin
"I'm Ugly now, you're to blame."
Through her bandages her eyes are aflame
"You were always Ugly, to the core
Be Pretty my love, as never before."
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I don’t know why you left me, and I guess I never will, but all of these feelings are dawning on my mind.
These feelings of “I’m not good enough” and that “I’ll never be good enough” because you left.
You left me at one of the most fragile points in my life an I had never felt so alone.
You swore to me that you would always be thre no matter what, but instead of upholding that promise, you ended our friendship with a text message.
Not only did you leave me with these feelings, you also left me with trust issues.
I never thought I’d be able to trust anyone the same way I trusted you again. I went into college skeptical of everyone, trying to trust people, but I just couldn’t trust anyone the same way I trusted you.
You made a part of my life ******* **** because you had to be selfish and claim that you didn’t have time for friends, but oh how Facebook shows your lies.
And a few times I’ve caved. I messaged you.
But now you’re really out of my life, but you’ll never be out of my mind because you’re in my memories.
Saying you were never there would be a lie because you did indeed help me through my toughest times.
But of all this bad, you showed me something good. You showed me that in order to be able to trust I had to find myself and when I finally found myself, I found someone better than you.
Someone I know won’t leave me, someone who literally has no time for anything, but still makes time for me.
And I found this because I found myself.
All those countless hours crying, hoping you’d come back into my life or that you’d give me closure, those hours led me to some amazing people in my life.
So thank you for breaking my heart, thank you for pulling me in and leaving me hung out to dry. Thank you for teaching me that the people in my life that truly care are the ones that will never leave.
**Most importantly, thank you for letting go.**
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Thre strikes
down the middle of my thigh
running red as I wonder why
and how this has happened to me
Why the skies
mirror my eyes:
dark, and clouded,
playing shy.
Three strikes
I'm out
(that's the rule of the game)
But I no longer really want to play,
anyway.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
From the Prayer of Saint Ignatius of Loyola (see notes)
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the phrase grabs my eyelids,
a forced opening,
nay,
a denial of closing,
our most human
and natural
escape hatch
and I wonder…
is it self~slander,
or is it the obverse,
that explores a desire
to enumerate honestly
for what is…is…
let the costs count us!
is that it?
merely
poetry
airy escapery,
what passes
for t r u t h in
these dark days?
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the damning costs count me
in their number!p
as ******
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hapless victim of living,
pondering ponderous
divination of saintly
defiant definitions
of ‘greater good’
’tis the difficile,
entre the pill and the
bitter, oh so bitter the herbs,
for it is
so plainly & so hard
to differentiate, et
distinguer mais être distingué(1)
distinguish tween but not to be distinguished
memories that are costs disguised,
reverting as dreams, in the true~alone
hours of the twenty four, when it’s
just you, & fighter and worthy opponent
them costs,
who needs no definition
tolling the steeple bells
of utter anguish,
as you're thre greatest living expert
in these matters,
(le plus personnel)
the sins of action and transaction,
And the worst, those truly heinous
inactions,
face off in opposition in the boxing ring
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and the costs paid, a savage skilled
opponent, intimate of your every trickery,
the bare knuckled brawler, whose knows,
knows! the true tally, the bodies you’ve
buried, the children witnesses to your
creative abominations, lies you tell no
one else, but yourself- every single day!
the urge to cease here
grows stronger by the second,
minutes past and les défenses have risen,
what disclosures revelations bring forgiveness?
this my spotlight,
caught in the headlights,
where fessing up is in reverse,
fessing down to the black bottom,
where ugliness is the normative and
vain attempts at denial offers no escapes
from glutinous disgusting mess of gelled of
nothing but the truth
nah,
you don’t want to know,
what a human can accomplish
in a short seven decades of decadence
and recount constantly the costs of consternation
<>
so I‘ll let you
retreat to the gray masses
all your own where your very
owned
wonderings
are intercepted
for where I go now
willingly, unfailingly,
failing
needing not, requiring not
no company
Jul 13, 2024
Jul 13, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
We are both young and
misguided, She has that perfect *** that I can't help
but fantasize about...she's been that girl that I want
to both love and fuck...until one day,when she
came over to my place,she was wearing a white
skin tight jumpsuit which revealed her perfect ***
and showed some cleavage...we sat and talked for
a few minutes and then there was that awkward
silence...I told her that:"I really want to take off that
jumpsuit and make love to you right now."She sat
thre speechless blinking rapidly,biting her lower lip,I
moved closer..we started kissing,I pulled her
lip,grabbed her *** with my hands,I then unzipped
her jumpsuit she wasn't wearing a bra,I took off all
the way to her waist..and there they were the two
sisters(breasts) both firm and pointed my way...I
massaged them while kissing her,I moved down to
her neck,I kissed it softly,I then began sucking,she
gasps,I move my hand down into her pussy...she's
wet,I take off the rest of her jumpsuit,she is
wearing white undies,which I sniff..she smells
nice,her ***** is shaved,I insert my finger inside
her,she moans,I play with her g-spot,she is
moaning calling out my name,she cums,I push her
onto the black leather couch,put on my condom,I
slowly go inside of her,she gasps,her eyes and
mouth widely open,I start going in and out slowly
picking up the pace,she is screaming:"ohh God ohh
******** me ohh **** me hard phephsi,ohh baby
that's right ohh right there"I'm now ******* her
harder,my groin slamming into her phat ass,all the
thrusting and pumping goes on for a few minutes
and she **** before me,I *** a few seconds after
her..I watch her ***** releasing her cum,she is
shuttered I **** her pussy,she freezes for a couple
of seconds I continues ******* she is screaming
louder than before...I **** her **** so gentle she
**** again...I stop and sleep beside
her...says"Boy you know how to **** and **** we
should do this more often" I give her a wicked grin and nod
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
It is the single way direction or a flow,
which is lived when beautiful colours starts to glow,
it is a pleasant morning which have a rainbow variation,
no shadow remains after ending of this desire,
and when it is lived it float in every moment in the burning fire,
it is not a certified product but have manufacturing date and time,
and always have an experiy date but it is not mentioned,
but for everyone the time period is sectioned,
with a slight easyway way you can enjoy
every moment of life,
but within a moment the whole path,
can change and can close the newly started file of life,
many faces are thre many emotions are on it,
but we can't judge them by felling their soul from in. :(
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
I love you.
This my girl, is so true.
Yes, I love you.
This my love is very true.
If I gave you a teddy bear.
It's given with tender, loving and care.
If I wrote you a poem.
It will be sincere and warm hearted with truth.
With the words I love you at the end.
I would hire an air plane.
And as it flies above.
Thre banner with be following behind with the words, I love you.
This my love is very real and true.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
Pride is everywhere
Comes in many forms
The rich man is proud
of what he has
The poor man is honored for having less
The talented are proud of what they do
The less talented are proud of their hard work
The religious are proud of their religion
The unbeliever proud of his unbelief
The established man is proud of his social status
The counter-cultured proud to be outcast
The learned man proud of his intelligence
The simple man proud of his simplicity
If thre is a universal sin would not pride be the first
God hates the men of pride
He thinks they are the worst
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 5:24 AM UTC
--- (•) ---
Girl out on the street
Madness on the loose
Predator upon thre prowl
••
Young boy has a plan
Gonna stay a BOY forever
Never gonna be a MAN
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We all know
We won't take the CHANCE
we can talk the lover's talk
We can cry the phoney tears
••••
••••
It's all a silly PLAY
Drama kings & queens
We can fake it well
We can hurt each other
We can hurt ourselves
••
After the years a DAY
comes & remains
Feels like shame
( cause that's what it is )
••
Everybody got the same sick plan
Blood upon our hands
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
How to **** myself?
If I'm already dead inside.
Why I am afraid of disappointing them?
If I'm already useless person
How to be alive?
if you already wanna return thre life you borrowed from God.
How to make them proud?
If I'm already drowning down myself.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC