"thst" poems
The time has come I can no longer try
As much as I don't want to I have to tell you goodbye
I've tried to get you to at least be my friend
I've also told you thst the way we left each other last we 'll be able to mend!!
I need to work on myself before I can love another
I need to quit my dependencies or I will never achieve the other!!
I have an idea on how to do it and just need to figure when I can and where I'll stay,.....
All I know is I hate this and can no longer continue to live this way !!!
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Fiddle dee fiddle dum,
layin' around twiddling my thumbs.
'Cuz why?
'Cuz this is the boredom song.
Schoobie schoobie scoobie doo,
I have nothing fun to do.
So I am just going to sing some silly tunes.
El buro sabe mas a tu.
A donkey knows more than you.
Yes I'll even sing some silly spanish too.
While the cow jumps over the moon,
and the jungle cat climbs around the room.
Chaos is my middle name,
just today is such an average day.
Nothing seeming to go my way.
Thst id something I must change
no more of this being a ***
fiddly dee dee dum.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
****** comersials on your average tv
next a show about teen pregnancy
followed by todlers in tiaras dressed as prostitutes on tlc
parents blaime others for 16 year old mothers
and guys who are allready left there seed
this isnt what its supposed to be
somethings different but when have life ever been as it seems
irational thoughts leave children with adult like dreams
, such as one day ill be the one on a movie screens
makin more money then my parents have ever seen.
intangible like the concepts we hold of love
. thinkin physical prosperity is owed since birth
but the only thing that is certain we shall die and decay like all things on earth
. then to those that beleive in love it is just a dream to keep our minds from becoming caotic and obscene
formaly known as lust to me
so then theres the question is it worth it to love at all
so you must ask if the high of belonging is worth the fall?
like love is a narcotic that we are injected with at birth from the first time being held.
instantly addicted going from good days of smiles and your feet light as air
to the moments claiming you dont care but you cant stop shaking and you pull out your once beautiful hair.
thinkin looking at the stick wondering why would you go there
why did you let him carress and touch u
why did u ever give your purity up.
he wispered sweet nothings but you could never tell,
you could of even made him wear protection but now you think of you parents n how could you live this hell
you created this child inside of you
little bump a light kick as your face turns a new
this warming glow thst would change your life
but now mommy in the tub found her knife
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
You are the sad love song I hear on the radio
You are the boy causing my friend grief and heartbreak
The empty beer bottles scattered all over the floor
The dark eyes staring back at me in the mirror, eyes that are not mine . Ones I do not recognize
You are alternate side parking on a thursday morning
You are all the reasons why not to leave my house on a rainy day
You are the little girl walkin the street alone looking around for the caring parent who will never be there on time to pick her up for school
You are the fighting couple in the middle of the street everyone walks by and doesn't pay attention to
The crushed up cigarettes on the floor that took someone's life
The wrong lotto ticket that the family on 6 was depending on
You are the emptiness in the poor mans stomach
You are the smoke coming out of the angry mans ears
You are the green in the jealous mans eyes
You are the deserted street no one dares to walk on
You are the outcome of a helpless soul
You are the feeling of anguish that rushes over the lonely widow
You are the voices of the unheard children
You are the letter that was never received
You are the lost the destiny
You are the never ending tunnels
The aid who never came
The hope which started to fade
The life of that fine young land
The reasons why we get do mad
You are thestory I can not write
You are the fear on thst dark stormy nigt
But out of all these things you are the one who ran back into the falling towers .
The sun that's hiding behind the clouds
The boy who plays his guitar on the street that doesn't give up
You are the penny that goes to charity
The older brother that protects his siblings
The mother who is strong even though her husband left her
You are the one who keeps the world going
You are the kids who made a difference the ones who didn't let anyone change them
The one I go to when everyhing feels wrong
The one that listens
The one who knows
You are the story that will never be able to be told for you are the story I can not write , too many different sides of you . So many my fingers just can't type
You arethe story I can not write but you are the story that will be a legend for ever .
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
The kidnapping of Brian Allan and Ryan Clark
You see this masked bandit was roaming around the streets of Sydney trying to catch Ryan Clark cause he had this obsession sign he surfer dude, Sam Marahall, and he pulled up on Bondi beach and grabbed Ryan Clark and tied him up and put him in the back bad then decided to go to Canberra to catch Brian Allan who tried to be like Sam in the sports boy bit, ya see Brian Allan started the phantom league and as he left this masked bandit put his hand around Brian Allan's mouth and pulled him in his can and for Brian it felt like being in the back with his brother but now he is with Ryan Clark and this masked bandit has it in his mind to lock these two boys in his bedroom as he goes our avid gets more little cool kids, so he can get rid of thst nonsense of the streets, and get the days back to the dinosaurs years, you see Ryan Clark was very scared and for the first time in his life, he showed his big muscly legs and they were ****** white and Brian Allan showed his muscle legs too and the bandit wanted to chop both these sportswatchers heads off
And he will do it now, and then Mark Marlor went past him and said, your a ******** mate, and he grabbed Mark and threw him in the bedroom as well, yes Brian and Ryan and Mark were trapped forever and ever,
And you all will never escape
Sent from my iPhone
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
I have to hold back my tears. No one can see me like this, vulnerable and not in control.
They think that i can fend for myself, what do they know? Truth is im in need for their help, for their opnion and inspiring words.
For a long time it was me in the middle of the sandwhich. My older sister covering me, and i protecting my ypunger twin.
Its funny how the sandwhich turns into how my life is today. My older sister takes up all the spotlight, claimig it allfor herself. Absorbin all the attention until there is none left. I shake at the words she wont utter, like a simple please or thank you. How she would never help my mother how she leaves my mother fighting so hard, as she sits on the couch and jist watches. When my mother asks for her help she will make it more like a burden then helping out of respect. I will do any of those thigs in a heart eat just to take the stress off of my moms shoulders. But again thats how we differ...
As for my twin the one that i had felt the need to protect since we had been in the wound together 16 years ago. How can i put in words all the feelings she leaves on me? She is so irritable yet i yearn to watch her succeed. She is as slow as a turtle, yet sometimes shes as sharp as a knife . Some nights ill catch her talking to herself, it pains me to see her over think things. After so much effort of tryin to help her all i can do now is make beleive im sleeping, pull the covers over my head and let the tears roll down my cheek, burning it under their touch. She has this problem and the tendency to ovetthink thongs from the stipidest things to the most important. She lays them all on the same scale not considekg the dfferences betwene them . As muh as she overthinks , when she has an idea she lets it cloud her judgement.l
I remember thst one time in our cribs its blurr but i still feel it in my blood. Diane had my moms attentiom absorbed for she was alsay a cryer even when her head hutt a lottle bit. Michelle was sick with strep having my moms also and my dads granparents. Then my head throat and whole body was killing .. All i remmeber was keeping my mouth shut. And waitig for someone to come ask me how i was feeling. Which no one did.And still as i cry typing this no one will ask me how im feeling, for i have middle child syndrome
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
It follows you everywhere,
From place to place.
It reminds you of who you are.
The you you can't erase.
Its the thing that lurks in the
Dark silhouette, the thing you fear most.
Its the thing you hate to look at,
The thing you're afraid to keep close.
Its the thing lurking behind every
Closed door, the thing hidden
Beneath every unturned rock.
Its the thing you you push away,
The thing you try and block.
It's followed you over every
Life-changing year,
Its always mocked your every
Move, examined every fear.
Thst something is you,
Always there.
Hiding from every pain you go through.
Always there,
Just ready to blend.
Take a second look.
Consider it a shadowing friend.
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC
Incompossible
<>
not mutually possible:
INCONSISTENT, INCOMPATIBLE
<>
inconsistent, yes,
incompatible, never
*we have lived and loved
each other since
a singular moment
in grade school
profound!
(what a perfect compositional word!)
friendship, intuitively embraced,
circumstances dictated an
on/off interspersed
coexistence decades in length,
a hit or miss geographical
distancing,
thst technology overcame
with no evaporative loss
of
sensational connectivity
across great times and
greater distances
we trialed and
errored our landlines,
for a time,
we lived together,
then nearby,
with other spouses, who knew
and tolerated, our exceptional
to the rules of coexistences,
we were closer than close,
the space between us was of wafer size, nearly invisible to the naked eyes of others, but unchanging
as much as it was unique and
uncharted
periods of absence of years measurable
and the first conversation
began exactly where the long ago prior had ceased
never fully accepted,
surely not ever
fully
tolerated + understood,
we stumbled upon a word,
incompossible
that captured the
drama, the hopefulness,
the hopelessness of
our separated conjoining
as a summary perfect
of us
a true tale,
a novel of pro-found
loss and gain
that cannot be be told
or totaled,
a sum of summary,
an unavowed marriage of
souls with no legality,
and yet
by its very in-completed nature,
it was perfected by it's very unending undefinable defiance
of definition:
we made the
incompossible,
possible,
the incompatible,
patible,
unfounded by circumstances,
unbounded in our intuition,
we yet live in a hopeful
state of unfulfilled totality of*
almost fufillment
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
hes alway there.
when ever im in pain.
one the of same
hes there to remind me to breathe.
I think hes beautiful, but he doesnt believe me.
i wish i know wht he actually thought of me.
if i was a wasste of time, space or breath.
or if i had the same effect on him thst he does on me.
i feel his pain.
i feel his heart, beating in her hands.
he loves her.
but yet again.
he reminds me how to breathe.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
Somethings you just can't catcha break upon.
You dare if you do.
You dare if you don't.
It's thst Catch 22 rule.
That hinders many of us.
If you do right.
Some will say you done wrong.
Although all the support stands in your corner
It's hard when the button is hot.
Many has became a escape goat.
All because they honestly spoke up.
Against the hypocrisy they see.
To be, what one is not?
Shows the world plenty and a lot.
And to not do, what you say you do?
Proves you was trying make someone appears a fool.
It's the Catch 22 rule.
To do right.
Means you willing to stand up.
Against those that's very wrong.
It takes courage to stand strong.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
Seems like torture when you see me now ...
like a dark corner is more comforting than me....
You will hold my hand and let me in briefly...
but longterm promos are no longer available ...
Mostly im crushed that you like most fed me hope...
But no time for sadness because we are now going slow...
you say ur liking our past more than you will view future..
Like it is of no concern to others where this liffe leads
just hold me tonight and remind me how it felt....
to finally be able to say im going somewhere now,,,
thst she is mine and nothing will tear us apart ...
But then the part i enjoyed most ..
the idea that i could finallly heal my heart .... i
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
i am all but confused
My shadowy thooughts dance under the rain while a part of basks in sunlight.
I am all but empty
I claim satifaction with an all rounded sense of hungered.
i am all but vain
I bath in my glory yet to be proven to mankind
Where does my motivation and depression come from?
i fear that i canot tell.. a pity
In love i am tenderly caressed but with fleeting values
In bitterness, i am a wounded lioness seeking revenge,
hurt but with a focus.
I am tempted to ask myself,
where does thy motivation come from?
From the posionous romance of shakespeare?
From words abouts the sullen hull?
From temptations of the daffodils?
From the pain thst lurks therein?
From the sweetness of nature's gift?
Sadly, as i reminisce my past inspirations
I who was oce dull, tentatively recall the forms in which they came
From the bitterness and Sweetness of my heart.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
This will be my last time to spend with him....
I really don't want this last visit since my attitude will be pretty grim.
I will try my hardest to be as sweet as I can ...
But he will probably lie and **** me off and there goes thst plan ....
I hope to have a nice time and just know it has to end.....
I can't anymore act like I love him... I hate to have to pretend...
There is only one man for me....
And unfortunately you aren't he !!
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
March 18th is a special day for my bestfriend Adrian
It's been a rough year
But somehow we came out on top
We have eachother's backs through thick and thin
When it comes to problems, we have our friendship to help protect us from the hate
I tell him so many times "I love you" but I just feel that it's never enough
Nothing is never enough for Adrian
He is thst special that I would give him my world
He deserves everything
He is the nicest person I know
He tries to make everyone happy all the time
He deserves to be happy
So that's what I'll give him
I'll give him happiness
I love you buddy to the moon and back ⚓⛵
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I can not turn my thoughts off.
Before my eyes the ceiling comes to life playing out scenes from my minds recollections. Is this a dream or am I awake. I know I remember doing these things thst are unraveling before my eyes only In these images I do things differently. Could this be my conscious telling me where I went wrong or is my brain playing tricks on me. I wish I could close my eyes and this movie would end but even with eyes closed the story unfolds. It is hard to differ between reality and fantasy. Which is real and what is the moral to this story. Help me understand
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
'The electrical translator, too, is like a series of stars"
लॉरेंस हॉल विद्युत अनुवादक भी तारों की एक श्रृंखला की तरह है।
<>
the **** the poke,
the smell of roasting smoke,
electricity on fire,
the translstor is also guided
by the mentoring direction of
Saraswati:^
today we learned thst
creativity
is well stored, well kept,
& much beloved,
dwelling deep in the coda of the internet,
and s-un-surprisingly
~~~~
She is a she,
especially in
Hindi
वह एक औरत है,
खासकर हिंदी में
vah ek aurat hai,
khaasakar hindee mein
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC
Don't ask or seek anyone's permission to be happy take it, it's yours. You don't need someone's help to hate or dislike another person, so why do you put other people's opinion over yours when it comes to your happiness. Why do you need them to say good job for you to be satisfied with your work, value your talents, your gifts or your great ideas. Most of the time is some if the time these people that you're seeking validation from are going through personal issues, are not qualified for the job or they don't care about you or they don't care about themselves enough to be a consistent uplifting group or individual in your life. Letting go doesn't mean giving up, outgrowing them doesn't mean that you think that you're better than them, puting yourself first when you need too; doesn't mean that you're selfish, narcissistic or that you're a bad person. People boasting about themselves or someone else while tearing you down doesn't need that you need to compare yourself and feel like you're not good enough or that you need to prove that you're good enough, often times that person saying those things are deflecting or projecting their own insecurities or weaknesses on you. Sometimes it's the people that you love that have bad intentions, low opinions, are intentionally discouraging, cause alot of drama, don't take much responsibility for their choices or dislike you for you just being alive or being yourself. I know it's wierd, sick and ****** huh, especially when you come from a family, environment that don't tell you these things or they went through it too but they ignore and move on but the cycle is still there and they're still carrying the pain underneath the surface. It ***** but as long as you're alive and have physical mobility you're capable of making a great life for yourself, you have a responsibility to make **** those haters off with your successful choices, you don't need to self sabotage, beat yourself up for your mistakes because you have perfectionist behaviors or ideas about life, you don't need have a bad day because someone else is having terrible day or everything isn't going their way, you don't have to agree with everything that a certain group feels because they might shame, verbally abuse you or spread rumors about you. You're strong enough take it, and you're wise enough to know your weaknesses and step away and work on your weaknesses to make them your strengths, you're confident enough to be alone when to need to be instead of hanging out with bad company thst use you as their cheerleader while, they give you nothing in return except for pain.
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
I can't wait to see your face
And kiss your soft lips once again
And touch your hips like I always do
Yes it's been awhile and Im outta style I apologize for the second time
And I also know you miss the feeling of having butterflies in your stomach as you look deep into my eyes.
Can't you tell that
I can't wait too see your smile
And make you laugh at the same time baby true words of love never dies you gotta understand that the sunshine is gonna illuminate a perfect love just for the both of us and that will never be forgotten I pornise you that spending thst rest of my life with you is all I want.
I can't wait to write many chapters about our love life and its good treasuses at sight god bless its time to star writing now. but I gotta ask what do you think is on my mind?
Do you think you could break though?
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
i don't know....
but like... a ******
thst's not overtly-pretentious
about opera...
makes me feel
warm... all inside...
like eating a doughnut...
screaming off
chrysler:
***** dino bones!
it's like...
i am allowed
to heave a hope for man...
and remain dodo-project
intacts...
and tell one woman:
your god,
is a mastrimony to
having abdandoned me...
how a white
****** imitates
a black woman
with "her"
innuendo tractact
of imbargo
for the scuttling tongue...
i have to simply start
calling trannies:
spies...
or the gargantuan
mimic scoops...
with woman having
made the digger's grave
of a man's primordial
basis...
i remember
chasing shadow,
and a non-existent
rainbow...
hide & seek...
are the games played
by children
universal?
with finding
genitals...
i feel...
there's one curiosity
left for me...
what came first...
the oyster shell
or the oyster?
sieve past
the strutting chicken
encompassing the ****
scab.
HEIL!
HEIL!
uniformgrau:
alt. uniformschwarz!
coco-name-shit-on-
the-chanel...
whiskers missing
from a cat...
but a salute nonetheless!
trans- men make
me feel warm inside;
like doughnuts...
like...
i was supposed to feed
of the horror off women
being incorporate(d).
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC