"tieing" poems
I'm a poet in my prime
Spiffing up my rhymes
I'm a legend can't you see
Only my words feel they spew to you and me
I'm a master at this connection!!!
My wonderful phrases
Creep into your heart
They pierce through like a dart
Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning
Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul!
Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite!
I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion
With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper
How they are presented by the maker
The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs
Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure
That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day
And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics
I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some
With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun
I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions
I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
The days turn cold
As another year passes by
Memories become old
Blurry scenes in a movie
Who're tickets never sold
And yet I'm frozen in time
The rewind button stuck
Playing the same old rhyme
Over and over again
Unable to start a new chime
Like a chain of silver shine
Wrapped forever on my frail wrist
Tieing me to an unmoving pine
In the forest of forgotten times
Secrets that haunt me with every line
Step forward the world says
But the chain pulls me back
Unrelenting metal made of days
Never to be forgotten
And never to free me from their rays
And they key will never be found
Hidden from all others
But it's not barried in the ground
My freedom is in your hand
Under watchful eye all year round.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
People say I'm smart, and they're not wrong,
I have good grades, I know the difference between right and wrong, and I have common sense,
but I couldn't see that you were a wolf in sheep's clothing.
That you can have your way with anyone,
and yes I understand that I partook in what we had called real.
Oh, brown-eyed boy, you're just like the rest; full of yourself, thinking you're not like the rest, but it's all ******* lies.
Brown-eyed boy, can't you see you hurt me?
Don't you see the lie is building up into the tallest wall, one I can't break down or climb,
so I wait, patiently, but I cannot take your ******** anymore,
Brown-eyed boy, you don't see me as someone who has feelings, you see me as a past.
I see that you don't want to crush me under your foot, but now you have me in a choke hold.
It's a hold only you can take me out of if you would grow up.
I'm tired of gasping for air, tired of others giving me borrowed air that doesn't belong in my lungs, so brown-eyed boy why can't you turn your filter off?
You keep it on to 'protect' others when it only breaks down.
You use it to bend the truth into a phrase that you think we want to hear, but that's what is making this a ******* war zone.
You are what's making everyone's eyes turn red and fill with smoke.
You caused the hatred that people feel towards one another in our ring of insanity.
I don't understand why people think your new rose is the main problem.
Oh, how no one wants to blame the brown-eyed boy for the anger, the sadness, they can't see through your ******** mask.
But brown-eyed boy, you ****** up.
Brown-eyed boy, you let everyone who can see, see your mask fall off.
You buried the dead iris that lost your interest.
You stomped all over something that deserves more than the ******* lies coming out of your mouth.
Brown-eyed boy, you understand what it means to not be an ******* you know, you see, but you somehow can't.
You somehow can't own up to your actions, or your lies, or your mistakes.
Maybe, brown-eyed boy, it's because I was a mistake, and if that's the reason, then why did you let it go on?
Why did you try so hard to make it work if you never wanted to go on with me?
Brown-eyed boy, I don't want to lose you, but I can't take the fake screen you put up for me.
I don't care if you like the rose more, I don't care if you hated iris' in the first place; I don't ******* care if your brown eyes can only see red in this world.
I care that you left me wandering in the dark with your lies tieing me down.
Brown-eyed boy, you left a mess.
Brown-eyed boy, I don't know what the truth is with you anymore, or if I should believe you.
I don't understand why you haven't stopped the rumors.
I do not get why you take me as an amateur who will leave it alone because I won't, until looking at you, being with a rose, doesn't spark my curiosity, until I know for certain that you're not scissors, cutting down flowers when you have lost the joy with them.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
I don't need you anymore.
I've found that you were holding me back.
You pulled when i pushed but now your gone and my life is mine no one else's
I'll walk a path unyet traveled I'll walk this path alone
I will succeed
You will never stop me
I will perivale
After today you are gone , gone forever
Nothing is holding me back nothing is tieing medown
Im now free to fly were ever the wind may blow.
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
i love you.
i do, really.
i never cheated.
i couldnt.
not to you.
all those rumours.
they're killing me.
im sorry.
im so sorry.
sorry im a little insane.
a little secretive.
im sorry im so confusing.
im sorry im so completely ****** in the head.
i dont tell you most of the things that go on.
especially in my head.
im afraid.
i hope i've made it clear that i completely adore you.
i cant imaagine the rest of my life without you.
im sorry im tieing you down.
im sorry im not good enough.
we both know im not.
im sorry im not pretty, or funny like most of the other girls you could be chasing.
im sorry its me you have to love.
xoxo.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
We can not go,
This, I have said this to myself millions of times.
But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat.
My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine.
I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes...
The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race.
I closed my eyes
Then, I opened them again.
A different reality!
A dream, of course!
I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat.
This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams;
The monkey’s howls pierce the air -
birds symphonically, swimming together in the air-
Life in every single layer of nature
I felt myself
Losing myself in the greenery
The lushness
The awe
I had time to contemplate
In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life
And as I go through the forest
My thoughts become more developed and articulated
I slash at everything that does not make sense
I slash at every idea
Every preconceived notion
Of
Who I thought
I am
I cut like a savage warrior
On a mission
Branches, dangling distractions
Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist,
And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains
I slash the blade
I cut with no intention of where I want to go
Exhausted, I rest my head
In the darkness in the middle of the amazon
A jaguar comes to me
With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes
I sit still
Is this a message for me?
Wanting to hear what I have to say
I wait and wait
I stay up all night.
As I wait for prophecies
The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness
Dissapointment rages inside me
I am left in more uncertainity
But, my heart spoke really loud today
Something took a hold of me
I was not rationale.
I was not cautious..
I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff
I ran and jumped in the blue ocean
Finally
I listened to my heart
Finally...
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC
And the jejune...just like that
it leaves my life.
And the mundane of it all?
The looking of both ways and crossing,
The tieing of shoelaces...
the washing of hands.
And the dullness of it all suddenly shines like a sharpened knife
on a darkened shelf
in a forgotten home
That is now just a house.
Glistens like that. Out of place and unexpected.
And all of the sudden
the sun lifts her goddess body
stretching forth her sinewy limbs,
just for me ...playfully fondles my skin with heat.
Undeserving, inconsiderate me.
And without any predisposition
the ocean dredges the finest, tiniest grains of sand
for me,
for me.
Vain.
Reckless me.
Turns over an hourglass glistening with his diamond dust
and just like that...
And I am grateful, yes I am humbled.
And I will clutch it, I will seize it.
I will patronize, I will hoard.
And I will covet it, herald. Proclaim.
And I will know that time? Seconds hands, he stroke me now. Hours wind around my wrist and bind my eyes with red slithery silken sashes-
And Love? Fickle stroke of her pen and just like that
I am chosen.
Moved from the side of the street where a damp mold covers the crumbling bricks...
and the people I pass, they look up at me now
nodding with a secret knowing. Because
we are chosen for this love, We are the elite. Plucked from the remaining pugilists.
And just like that he loves me.
Just like that it swallows me whole
...And just like that, love.
Sahn 7/2/2014
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
I'll lie here silently
Spending my precious time
Carefully tieing this knot
So come morning
If I am to wake another morning without you. Blame my death on the
Mysterious blood clot
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
you ever had one that kept haunting you
I saw llamas today in a field
I saw balloons again
to construct my urge
sanely you would have to share my head
When the llamas looked up at me
on the edge of their field
where they were minding their business
munching
flowers and grass and greens
I felt like an intruder
an alien
in their world
and the balloon thing again,
I watched the car dealers early today,
a man walked with what seemed like a hundred
of them helium filled colorful things, tieing
them to antennas, when one did
escape, a white one, that wafted and floated
into the sky like freedom and relief,
I felt for it. I felt for the llamas.
You would have to
share my head to
see.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Teach me lurch these sheer visceral swings…fix my future tieing up all past rumbling strings… And never promise me again with tales of folly things
Take me to oceans, today I wanna plunge into those waters and dissolve my expections
Push me into forests for I wanna be reminded that I was deserted before by you and this ain’t new!
I am in cross roads couldn’t comprehend universe, seems like a bestowed curse…going through hypothetical battle, just letting time to travel!
You Glance at me even for a split second, my scars would gaze at me to poke as cactus plants asking not to find any romance neither would I give it a chance
Teach me lurch these sheer visceral swings…fix my future tieing up all past rumbling strings… And never promise me again with tales of folly things
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
I guard during the day
I teach
I play
I dole out friendship
I dull pain
I am safety
Providing safe places to lay
I create
I save
I am a model
On how to behave
I am calm
Clean and shaven
Bent, shoe-tieing
Stretching to the heavens
Exercising more than bodies
Ages zero to eleven
I am a teacher
That's my title on my shirt
My students call me Mr.
"But you're daycare!" You blurt
I frown and sigh
An 'insult' meant to hurt
But I know you can't have one without the other
Like having trees without dirt
So is a teacher to daycare provider
That's the title on my shirt
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
Hold me holy lover sinner
worldly lover mine twin soul,
like Rhett Buttler
beheld Scarlet in his arms
as she sobbed
hold me speace me madly
love me long like
Rae Ingram (Nicole Kidman) and her husband, John (Sam Neill),
held each other on their yacht
rocked by oceanic waves in
Dead Calm!
Oh beloved gold key come stay rock me hear my plee
regardles of names time and space or sand hour glass
I love you
fly to me I am wearing my red robe waiting for you up the magestic flight staircase,
the captured sacred
chronological dream spell
impregnating imagination
come up quickly search for me
inside your master bedroom
kick the door if you must
grab me apeace my despair
find me shivering in the closet burning with anticipation
save me hold me
put my fire out gold hearted lover mine
praying eons isolated hold on to your photograph
patiently waiting for a word
news thwt you caré as promised
I am breaking save me
Pop up the bubbly bottle is chilled O sweetheart sweety pie
I long to get high with you
fill up my cup full
twist my gold lock open with your
gold key Enter me! I can't live without you
let the fireworks begin to sing
I adore you do with me as you
please
eternity is ours to love
let me devour you apeace me
the nights long the days and eves long ***
see you ginham shirt buttons popping up strong long
pants zipper tearing up
my He-Man Ruddy divine
the nights eons long I sought you
out of time and space is only for the devil not for true love.
I have dreamt with this dream
since you and I carved it
lovingly photographic memory
and all once upon a time
has come suddently
and though another soul grabs
you tieing you down
as you gave her presence ring and name
I know you love me forever
more as you're a man of your word
hold me for the ocean waves
drown me they now wrack
our boat for you two as I watch
I break uphold me
Oh how it hurts not to feel you
caressing my existence in person
but I have felt your beautiful loving passionate ways
long time ago my gold lock
and your gold key did laid your bridge
openning heavens portal in me.
and that makes all the
difference today
sigh
~~
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
Everybody has a story .
Some are full of glory,
Some are kinda gory.
But mine has no category.
Mine started when I was eight,
I remember I was running late.
I started to walk and began to accelerate.
I didn't know that I was way past checkmate.
That night my grandma passed away.
Daddy snapped later around midday.
His fist put me into a state of dismay.
That pain would never go away.
For years after I was a mute.
People thought I was weird, no dispute.
One day I had a bruise the size of grapefruit.
It was on my arm, honestly it seemed acute.
They called me names and I couldnt hide.
I was ten and my feelings were classified.
Everynight I woke up and I was terrified.
Thats when I shouldve committed su*cide.
At eleven I was still recieveing bruises.
I was beginning to run out of excuses.
I was in a fight but my family never loses.
Im about to lose my mind, he might lose his.
I was twelve when I put cuts on my wrist.
I aimed for the vein, sadly I missed.
I never knew how I got caught up in this.
Every time I did I got so f*cking ******
At thirteen I spoke again, but I had a stutter.
Behind my back I heard the kids mutter.
I heard the names the said, including cutter.
I made a friend, I hated everyone but her.
Then that b*tch stabbed me in the back.
Then I made sure my heart woudn't crack.
Thats when daddy decided to come back.
This time I knew I could fight back.
Daddy said I was prettyless, I got a black eye.
Then I snapped and I still don't know why.
I replied "Sorry, next time I won't cry.
When I leave you better know why."
I entered highschool when I was fourteen.
F*cking hell were those kids mean.
Beforehand I was two months clean.
All I could do is wait to turn eighteen.
Fifteen, thats when I got the scars on neck.
I remember the chair, and I was a wreck.
Taking a rope and tieing it around my neck.
Kicked the chair, but she was quick to check.
The rope burned my skin.
Stripped it down three layers in.
I was only told that I committed a sin.
No one saw how sad I had been.
But I told them, but they never listened.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
You reminded me of gold,
Rarity over the norm,
Ancient desolation means
The people are torn.
You're eyes like ruby's,
Blood and greed.
Red is promising,
To the grave they lead
Pathos and sapphire,
Vividity of the blues
Wealth only lifts you up,
When its tieing the noose.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
I had a wonderful night.
I have a great life.
But something feels empty,
And I don't know why.
I feel like I'm dieing ,
Yet I'm perfectly fine.
Something's not right
And there's no way to explain.
I want to go live my life freely,
No bonds tieing me down.
I don't want to think about the consequences.
Because I don't know if there will be a tomorrow.
I don't want to be here,
But I'm trying so hard to make the best of it.
What is wrong with me?
Someone tell me.
Please.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC