"tommorow" poems
Relax, hear me sing
About the little things
Rest, watch me dance
In this circumstance
Sleep, feel my touch
Under this blanket you clutch
Dream, about tommorow
I will share your sorrows
Wake, and see my face
Through all the days
Smile, and hear me laugh
You will never be sad
These things will come in time
I will be yours
And tou will be mine
Our life will never be a bore
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
My country
a land like no other.
just like my mother
i wouldn't want another
so special to me
in different but in every way
i shall bring forth dignity
not tommorow, but everyday
to developement we shall strive
keeping the momentum alive
we shall qualify,
for everything there to justify.
Sri lanka,
the name that spells my honour,
in the life cirlcle.
Just a small miracle.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 1:40 AM UTC
Tommorrow's just a day away
That's what we tell ourselves to push through another 24
But does tomorrow ever come ?
I mean today becomes yesterday
And in a way we gain a new today
But tomorrow constantly becomes a prize that noone has ever won
It's only today's screening
I wanna see the day
When tommorow's so easy to obtain
That these temporary forevers, that we call "todays", somehow explain meaning
Meaning meaning the reason that we're here
I mean I know your scared
Aye I'm scared too
But we can't stay parked in this place when it's time to shift into gear
Cuz a temporary forever is just that
And when it starts to fade, everything just seems black
Until you see that light
That's all white for some reason
And you've left yourself behind
And you know there's no turning back
Your forever has ended
How you end it is your business
I just pray that you didn't blend in
Because then your forever turns into one like another million
But a million forevers becomes infinity
So your forever like the rest
And this forever is permanent
Because a stopping infinity doesn't exist
So now your forever was wasted because tomorrow was never reached for
And its sad because you still think
That the only thing between you was that last 24
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
A little red fire truck
Given to a boy
Who knew that little fire truck
Would bring so much joy?
He plays and pretends
To be putting out flames
All the kids on the street
Want to know his name
He loves his little fire truck
He hates to put it away
But mother says he has to
Tommorow is another day
A little red fire truck
Sits untouched
Over the years
It's collected some dust
The boy now is grown
Going through some old stuff
And at the bottom of a old box
He finds a small truck
He remembers the fun he had
Playing in the floor
And can't recall the last time
He wanted anything more
He sits for a moment
Replaying all the memories
And smiling to himself says
",You know, life's about the little things".
Crystal Sacco
August 13,2014
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
the new tupac will have you too walkin with gangstas
the new two stupidity now two steppin with prankstas
murked the first one sayin he's blacker the berry
when i'm sweeter than juice
bass voiced top me if you want to experience that jacked tweeters induced
when i own all of Victoria's secrets as proof
tellin me what the body when all his deducement has him actin when he's wearin his shoes
crypt walking like that it's only talk
missed balking like has bass fits jocking as his only walk
******* with me when All Hailed Mary like if she was his when is only stolen balk
I'm walkin again the gauntlet cuz all the women they want this flauntin all **** like if i was jackin all the wanted
like ghost whippin me imma follow you till i'm haunted
pain really, so bow down, when my diamonds glisten
listen again is just as well bilateral biased has his confused his like the ol' eminem was in the new form gettin his face jacked again
like me smokin crack with friends like all given enemies stressed was all given was a race black and then
we actually are the same race like i knew you back like i owned all the streets like his females thuggin as heathen
**** riding i'll **** your *** up like settin me up when i'm always the last muthafucken breathin
exposing the ***** heathen breathin like if you were the only man catching bullet rounds exposed like the new you was still alive
to the next ** hiked my socks up construed you at hit stupidity when will ride
ghettos owned by just the black reppin when you're steppin the whack, honest it was just onyx
i'll blast your *** like if you stole my pump shotty:
like i never was wanted runst follies
anamoly run has all criminal cops all fathering fun deceiving that all to gain was never greed when all greed in need bothering sons:
all you still down with me when we ride it
looking like a *** while i'm guy gee stag when you're looking into their eyes, they'd know comparison of a bird control as if fathering guys
my knowledge is flight applauding the time, are you still down with me
i hide behind the love of beauty of my womens eyes when you're looking like the female opened you up to your face compared to opening thighs
they don't know like how you stare in the future that tommorow comes only after the dark
knowing me marks the coming of the actual god
I am "unconditional heart"
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
Just stay tonight
Even if you leave tommorow
I just want an opportunity to **** my sorrow
Even if it's just for one night
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
tonight I will bleed out the defintion between us
tonight I will leak like the ocean in between every grain of sand
tonight I will break my body in all the pieces
tommorow I will leave you
tommorow I will make every vertabra in your back shake
tommorow I will sweep you into my mind
and drench you out thinking about my sleepless night
yesterday I held you
yesterday I blushed when you came to kiss my cheek
yesterday I listened to your heart sing under your skin
yesterday I felt you in my stomach
yesterday you were my favorite song played by the ancestors
of all the greatest composers
yesterday you were the art of my life
and the cleanliness in my heart
yesterday I invisioned a picture of you and me
and a small soul between us, a painted mixture of you and I
yesterday you were the bone in my fingers
that helped me write soft things
now your the rapture in my heart
and the fire burning my wings
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 9:04 PM UTC
Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down
I wont get hurt if i pretend
I will never end this charade
I 'm not playing games
I push it down till i turn into a diffrent girl
I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, they're ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love
I am here, im the one they need
They call me a push me on my knees
They keep calling until i stop feeling anything
but i feel the love
the always needing, always wanting love
[Pre-Chorus]
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
Throw 'em back, 'til I lose count
Throw em back till i stop dreaming
throw em back till I stop hoping for something better
throw em back till i lose count
[Chorus]
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like i wont wake up tommorow
I'm gonna live like my life isnt a mess
I'm gonna live until i forget what my life is like
I'm gonna wipe my the tears from my eyes
I'm just holding on for tonight
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
My body is a curse,
A boundry I cannot cross,
for tommorow it will be a bless,
my body is a cage,
my mind the captived one,
my body is like a prison,
for my very own soul
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Samhain,
What does it mean?
Is it just Halloween?
Welcome the dark,
Not the evil,
Welcome the seasons,
And be peaceful,
Dress up and play pretend,
Join together,
in a song that never ends,
Celebrate with me,
In a night filled with glee,
From now to tommorow,
Happy Samhain!
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
I'm turning into to this robot maniach,
This I don't give a **** attitude
This I got no feelings what so ever
Typer thing
I'm turning into this I don't care
What people say
I'm turning into this,I'll deal with it tommorow
I'm turning into this whatever happens happens
I'm turning into this IDC typer chick.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
Tonight he lives in memories,
Of happier times, forever lost,
I cannot say just what he sees,
I only know what it has cost.
Tonight he lives in past regrets,
Of what was not, will never be,
Perhaps things better to forget,
When will they finally set him free?
Tonight he dwells on his mistakes,
On foolish choices he once made,
Oh what, my friend, what will it take,
To realize these debts have been paid?
Tonight, my friend, remember me,
Tonight, allow yourself regret,
Tomorrow, you must let it be,
Tomorrow, friend, you must forget.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Bright Eyes
I know you stare at me while I sleep
Try making me close my eyes by kissing
my eyelids when i awake,
Bright Golden eyes,
Telling me more when you steal glances at me,
Bright Golden eyes,
To my heart you bring pure surrender
Bright Golden eyes,
Though your lips remind me everytime,
That you love me all the time,
Bright Golden eyes,
Tell me more,
Bright Golden eyes,
Tommorow the sun will rise and I will come back,
I miss you and I love you
Bright dark blue eyes mine
Bright golden eyes yours
Till tomorrow. I love you
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
One may be fun
but several can be even better.
She's got that certin something.
But dam if her sister doesnt look good in that sweater.
Had this problem since I was like five.
Two might be tricky.
But ******* off ten your lucky to be alive.
Im not a man whore just gotta alot of love to share.
A tiger does fear text.
And Nine irons okay and left behind underwear.
I think theres a problem when your black book
reads longer than gone with the wind.
I swear honey there's nothing going on.
She's just a really hot shoulder inwhich I can depend.
Saying goodbye never has been much fun.
Bullet proof vest taser peper spray no it"s
not a riot
Just taking caution probaly be easier breaking up with only
one.
Hey if it works for hugh's old wrinkled *** then
why not me.
But at this pace I'll be lucky to make it past
thirty three.
I think theres a problem but that's okay.
Cause if I get the boot.
I got some friends with benfits house's
inwhich I can stay.
Im not bad just a lotta fun.
Cardio is key.
When she pulls out the meat clever
dont play stupid just run.
And if I seem terrible keep in mind
it takes two to tango.
For what is the banna without the mango.
I think theres problem that I really dont
wanna fix my dear.
Im a bit of a effection ******
***** the cold shower how bout a warm bed and
a beer?
Call me terrible cause hell even I know
I'm not right.
We should take this slow.
So how bout we discuss this in a hot tub tommorow night.
And if I did offend with these word I've spoken.
Then please pull the twig out your backside.
Grab a drink have some fun cause was only jokin.
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 6:22 AM UTC
I want to be this MAN called
Motivation !
Lace up my shoe strings filled, with inspiration.
Adversity is crushed on by the soles beneath my feet
This man has a strong voice,
One that makes the ears bleed !
One lesson from his story,
Will give power and confidence.
He was guided by the lost, humble to the found
I want this man
To go the full 12 rounds
They said this man shoes were too big.
Keep on walking motivation !
It shall be filled.
Look up to the crowd
And you will be surprised how many eyes will follow.
This man you say ?
Will be a step closer,
If you focus on a better tommorow.
©MH
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
We make it through the night
alright.
I'm never ready to answer
when tommorow calls.
I loved that single braid in your hair.
The way you fought against the morning.
How, you ensnared my senses.
Your carefree smile
that betrayed your defenses:
I loved.
Summer is setting in.
The time we belong to
is seeing further restrictions.
So it doesn't feel selfish suggesting
" maybe we can stay like this...a little longer?"
The blinds are closed.
Still the light out builds stronger.
And I'm a mind away from eyes wide open.
I'm unfulfilled.
The next few moments will be killing me.
They say dreams only last
when your mind isn't made-up
(honey you should stay,
if you are feeling this unsure...)
but the time has come.
This illusion: it is losing its allure.
The time has come to wake up.
-
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 12:33 AM UTC
How can I let go?
If I know that I can’t
Every Second means every heartbeat
That I waste everyday thinking of you
It’s hard to move on
If you know that the person you really love
Doesn’t like you
Wishing that we can bring back
Our memories we made together
If I have a time machine
I would return to the time
That we have so much fun like there’s no tommorow
I hope someday you’ll realize
That I have loved you so much
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
He travels in scarlet,
A scarlet shirt for all the fears.
He would go around and smile at all of you,
He may shake your hand,
And hope the tremors beneath his skin are hidden from your dry palms.
For even though he looks you in the eye,
He is afraid, always, since whenever,
Frightened, petrified, secretly exuding panic.
But this little boy, the one in red,
Was brave enough to face all of you,
For touching you may mend,
That part inside his mind that chokes,
At every bit of human contact,
Ever since that first night of contamination,
When red had become bad on his sheets,
When a candle was lit, slowly,
And he was made to watch as it burns,
And feel, and see, and scream,
But as the flame, over the years, slowly fade,
Another creeping memory,
Edges long since frayed,
A battle raged inside him,
And he told me,
"I will fight,
For tommorow and hope,
For the sunrise and heat,
But of all things,
I will fight for that smile you'll give,
When you see me cured,
I will fight for that hug,
And all our nights."
I have our hope,
And I will wait and watch,
As he touches you and grin.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Requiem for a dream,
A dream of bettering oneself,
A dream of freeing oneself from the cycle of poverty,
Cruelly woken by Debt’s chains,
Heavier than before.
The ladder kicked away,
Cruelly, swiftly they kick it away!
Goodbye Judas,
Was the 30 pieces of silver worth your honour,
You rob the hope of a better tommorow with a wave of your hand,
Your betrayal ,your lies,
Your words and deeds are the rope on which you will hang!
Requiem for a dream, laid low in the cold.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
An old man cries in a home
Bleeding all alone
Young plays in the woods
There'll be no dawn
A monster hides inside a man
Whispering for a lost cause
Beauty lay dead and cold
Covered by the moss
Sin looks for ugly
Creed Is his greed
A saint preaches words
And words breed
An army of cold eyes
Marching on every night
Breaking every wall
That stands against its might
An island engulfed in flames
Oh , water so nigh
Tears lost to an ocean
Can't even cry
No bird without wings
Dosent matter if one can fly
You can fly in your dreams
Dosent meant you can fly
And kiss goodbye
All hope is lost
And now it's time to die
Without a fight
Only the forgotten tries
A home broken and ruined
By the years and cold
Outlived the ones who lived
And lost its soul
Dragons fly in yesterday's
Tommorow is for man
Stories written and lost
Stories he didn't understand
History is a mystery
Not knowing a misery
Hidden but still free
Beauty is so ugly
And ugly so faithful
Better friend than foe
Young is so fast
And the old so slow
But where did the young go
Without a direction he runs
Old sits back and enjoys
The warmth of the fading sun
And can guns Destroy
If its not for the man
Man in ocean , man on moon
There isn't a place where he didn't stand
And whisper his hatred
While holding a gun naked
And ghosts hoot for the mother earth
In a hope she'll make it
But stranger knows she's already dead
God knows 'cause he's in his head
Animals can't know for they're too bored
But science knows she's not dead but just unwell
From a bad disease
Called human specie
And when he's destroyed
She can re-grow freely
And the old sings the songs
Few words for his legacy
About the green and old mountains
That the young did not see
They left nothing for the young
Now that the old songs been sung
Lets all get numb and dumb
And **** for fun
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
The cops got called at one a.m
An she's sitting on the front step
Smokin a cigarette wearing sunglasses
Hello officer he's inside
In the bedroom sleepin
Let me see what's under them sunglasses
A big black eye and her lip is bleedin pretty good
The cops run in stomping over and on Christmas presents
The kids are cryin Daddy, daddy!
Mommy what's goin on
Their comin to talk to daddy about him bein mad
Dad is a fighter though and takes the first cop
Right in the throat with a balled up fist
The second cop got him good with his nightstick
Straight to the gut
Daddy is layin there while the good beat him on the ribs
In chains they drag him out to the car
Cussin and yellin up a **** storm
Momma sittin there cryin her eyes out yellin
Baby I love you im sorry
I love you I'm sorry
Time is gone by
Things have called down
While the pigs are takin statements an ****
Right there in the trailer park I see that girl
Some construction workers daughter from west Virginia throws her glasses on the ground
And asks to talk to her lover
He cryin in the backseat
Locked up
she broke my heart when she cradled his bleeding head to her *******
Whisperin I love you baby
With all my heart
She kissed him on the lips
A good long kiss
A movie kiss
Tommorow is Christmas baby I'm gonna bail you out
No you won't baby
We got our rent to pay
There ain't never a passionate kiss in this trailer park
That don't end with both of em tastin blood
Christmas eve in Tennessee means broken teeth and ******
And cops givin out a whippin
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 11:15 PM UTC
The sweat from her skin but a creation of passion.
In the rapture of plessure no prisoners taken.
Rage made passion, plessure made the moment.
Inside from the storm the encounter was torment of the best kind.
The bed creaked as a ****** end would only inspire more vivid
desires.
More than *** was a moment of two bodies colliding
on the plessure cast road to release.
Flesh meeting and all false manners cast aside
the primal motives always kick in.
Her body was a shared experience theater for
of a wicked plessure.
Her skin pure in such a jaded since.
Tommorow would the moment be lost in some sort
of awkward rythm of stillness.
Two stranger's who need reason to meet.
Or would the true self speak above the moral code.
The drink of life I so wish to drown within tonight.
Naked thoughts bared scars.
We would venture back to circles her's would view her
a ***** for knowing happiness.
And mine would yern to only hear of conquest but
see in mirror and dream with deaf ear.
It was a plessure to embrace chaos.
So may we drown togather again.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC