"tommorows" poems
Inner working of my insanity you know well.
green fairy cube of sugar over ice water
its tender journey few need to undersand.
So you travle a abstract road and bury your soul
underneath the ice.
Cold in hell beauthy in darkness veils of sanity but
velvet embers of a strange haunting scene.
It is the curse and i the moth to it's flame.
death of tommorows cast visions of a oceans sound.
I am but a leaf cast over dark waters never struggle just drift.
In history I travle speaking in tones surreal to my ear.
if so shall i slip will insanity be but a moment fractured in dream.
Screams in a far off space so distant from mine.
No pain exists here for im gone in form.
A painting in a stars t moon cast scenes erased by light.
Where i go none should follow for the price is
only for the distant in thought to pay.
Emptyness cascades in the past so for now here i yern only to
stay.
Green in light wormwoods fire sweet in bliss.
No path is ever set.
Tragedy in play i cast no regrets apon my stage.
A ear in respect a razor in hand.
I slice into a faint glimmer no pain shall I understand
nights cloak the dawn days cast stories unwritten.
In genius we find insanitys child.
Broken glass cuts clear my moments are chipped
as of stone.
Time knows me not for i am but speck in a waters fall.
Nightmares and my destined fate.
Kissed of vemon.
She in madness hold's open the path to
my visions gate.
Between death and dream insanity and a razors gleam.
From the darkest space does my page bleed to write.
Will you **** my thought only glorify the loss of mind.
In the drinks madness my genius I shall never yern to find.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
~
*ˇWhisper within my ear upon Thy comingˇ
At white clouds, clasp, my beloved king !
The throat singer is heard, drummin'—
To mountan's peek poetic rings .
~
Gently love, my limbs ablaze --
- to thee - to heaven's heir ;
Pun cores of springs amaze ,
All dancing, all like vestals fair .
~
Pure soul is thine at times
Of no tommorows —
To shine thy sleepless rhymes
Within Grand Spirit's Colors .*
~
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Well it's a hell of a feeling and a sour deal.
Hangover wreaks havoc apon my gut.
Numb my thoughts to everything i feel.
She's got her reason's I got mine.
Hours between us.
Sunrise please dont find me sobber.
Or leave me busted near that florida state line.
Drinking with the devil satan give me such heck.
My life's a play.
My soul a well thought out trainwreck.
Well big hip gal wont ya warm this bed.
Cause ya know tommorows a gift.
So let's do something to remind tombstone
he isn't yet dead.
Work that back sugar dont think twice.
Little gals may be the norm.
But thoose sticks break so easy and thoose big gals
just feel so nice.
Southern are my ways New York's far from my mind.
Todays a scratch.
So thats why im leaving my wicked past behind.
Smoked and drank tonights pay.
Big gal i love ya.
But as for a drifters soul and me ya know i can never stay.
Found my troubles in mean angry eye's knocked
thoughts apon the deck.
My life's a gamble.
As in the rhymes of a full tome ****** and a
well thought trainwreck.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 11:16 PM UTC
The neon kisses the sidewalk below embracing strangers as they pass
in all directions none seem towards home.
***** sidewalks and the slums splendor Im a gatekeeper of despair and hard
luck just living for the bells chime to echo from the counter.
Drunks and ****** gather within my confines the outcasts of the night my people
seldom will I ever know more than a signature upon the page.
Moths drawn together attaracted by neon light.
Tommorows not a promise so embrace feeling and grow numb in reflex for now.
Are we not twisted from exposher numb from the streets brutal truth?
I count the hours a television for companion a bottle a often short staying vistor
who's welcome till the hangover's regret.
Some pills to drive my thoughts and a fresh *** of coffee to fuel my engine
tIme kills even the most unfaded of us all.
And through the night they gather some to escape the cold others for a quick escape
or fast **** to forget as if in a Halloween costume soon they'll return to there true act
of a life.
Embrace as lover's when there nothing more than roomates hey kids were doing great
you coming home for Christmas this year?
And so they like well trained actors reprise there roles.
But i see there mess allnight I collect the rejects nothing more but fragments
glass that reflect what they wish could never be.
If only we could rewind.
But life's highway cant be retraced so on we roll.
I collect there money and take down there names the keeper of memories
tattered wings fly none the less.
As for the women the far away stares are but shared thoughts of a misery
more bitter we drink from the same passed down glass.
Some things just don't have to be said to be understood.
The nights my watch my vices fuel me for yet another round.
the neon signs my beacon And the moths glide to flame with the turning of the switch.
Were all ****** up but seldom can some show the flaws .
I embrace them unspoken please sign here.
Tommorows walk we'll pretend to not see for we all need to feel
invisible sometIme.
The end of my shift bids farewell to my collected chaos tired we've become in constant
recollection the light is off for now.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC
Sunset at my horizen and far to much regret apon me.
The story forever the same a jilted lover a midnight kiss.
Often ive tasted the wine to avoid the saltwater tears and a distant shores redemption.
Lights from the carnival tatterd dreams and the Jersey shore.
Far gone my thoughts hollow is the bottle burried in sand.
Why do we embrace the pain to only understand the stage traggic by design.
In eye's often reflected I recall you but never understood myself.
As children we yern for what seems a ghost hunt in a moments time.
Im still walking but no longer can I sense my return.
Footsteps burried in saltwater washed in a long vanished time.
It only takes a song to go back yet a foolish pride and a storm couldnt make him
turn to her.
Ive known many faces yet never understood one.
Take me to sunsets demise and a night skies birth.
Toast a broken soul and ******** logic for it's all I have to give for now.
The lights from afar seem no more distant than I.
the sunsets my canvas the waves crash my song.
Whispers of what never was pillow talk and tommorows thought.
All intentions often merge with the same long walk.
I understood nothing more clear .
Then when she uttred the words goodbye.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
A silent symphony plays in the background
Soothing the atmosphere of its whispers and tears
There's an aroma of quietness all around
A hint of madness in serenity it bears
Tommorows cease to exist from now on
and can you not hear
Life singing the yesterday's songs
To be lost in the approaching calmness my dear
Time slows down to a halt
Too tired to move and caress the impending doom
And night saves the memory to be kept in a vault
Safe and hidden from the looming gloom
And I lie in ecstasy
a dream I longed to dream
A fading reality
To be erased of all that I've seen
And I recall my oldest friend
A hope that I banished long ago
But it haunts me again in the end
And the hope to feel alive grows
A spark in the embed darkness
Ignites the desires I locked away
And it possess me once again
To let me please my whites and greys
And I bleed of all that poison
That this world and I brew
Letting go of all the answers
That once my soul knew
Slowly but surely
The coldness I nurtured is replaced by the warmth of my sin
And I wonder with peace
What the marrow may bring
And I dream away my life
As I exhale my last precious breath
Forever lost in my sweet dream
into the approaching beautiful death
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC
as each daytime infects the night sky
rousing the masses to the labour that socity demands
the lost and the maligined
the hopeless and the twisted seek shelter
by trying vainly to blend in
or simply go to ground till it is "safe"
this road stained with the tread of all
thouse who have perished before we stepped
onto this self destructive love affair
of balloons and spoons
i am freeing myself of this
many-layered monster
and we both see tommorows daylight
infecting the nights sky
calling us to take our place
in the masses below
it is a better fate than
the one we have striven for
better than balloons and spoons
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
I'll leave my resolution as she leaves her
tight black dress apon the floor.
In passion of a ***** tinted kiss.
we'll forget the times to follow if only
in are trainwreck splendor.
Two souls thirsting for contact.
Tearing at one another like children unwrapping
gifts from under the tree.
Plessure is a dream togather were caught willing
victims of a lost night and a years end.
As tommorows starts a year's slow decline.
In her eyes I need only a glimpse to recall.
The madness that was in the streets we
stole a nights most simple plessure.
A private partys afterglow is such a bittersweet
tressure we'll recall togather.
In the velvet of a embrace more than skin did connect.
Within thoose eye's the embers of that private
party for a breif moment does reflect.
As traces of reallity plague the return of the following
day.
One kiss tasting of devilish remorse I caught a whisper of love
But in a shallow moments thought just watched it
walk away.
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
i woke up from a dream this morning
the thoguht of it almost made me cry.
i was lieing in a fied and it was raining
i was looking at the colours of the sky.
it was cold it was late september
i was wet and i didnt even care.
i was trying to see into the distance
i was trying not to choke on the air.
i could hear the birds in the background
they were siging but the song wasnt there.
they were looking for a soul who could hear them
it was me, but there was somthing in my ears.
it was the voice of a fallen spirit
it was broken beyond repair.
it was crying, it was the rain thats falling
it was the gravity, the air.
another heart that lost its passion
another child that grew up scared.
one more lone range soldier
looking for a love that was lost
but it was never even there.
they were singing: dont let this break you
i know your scared but tommorows here.
theres someone out there waiting
who can stop the floods of tears.
untill then just keep your head up
your strong your an army of stars.
inside youll know youll be fine
youv been alone and youve made it this far.
i woke up in a feild this morning
my surroundings almost made me cry.
i was lying in a wave of flowers
there were birds, a symphony in the sky.
i could see the light in the horizon
it was bright it blinded my eyes.
i could feel my soul returning
i could feel the power of life.
theres person who can stop the thunder
theres aperson who compltetes ur life.
theres a person who makes you wonder
if everything youve learned was i lie.
theres a person who knows whats out there
the direction to a life that feels right.
and theres a person who takes the long way
picks a fight but still enjoys the ride.
theres a person who can break your heart
and youll still forgive them in time.
theres aperson you can always count on
even if you misread the signs.
theres a person you can always trust
when no one else has a clue.
theres a person who knows what worth it
and that person is you.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:26 AM UTC
As in the tears light does escape in the darkest fear.
Pleading in silence yerning for the departure of my soon
lost mind.
Why we we must travle a road only to see it's end.
The path unsure requires a steady broken soul.
My emptyness know great depth.
A game of life a promise of death.
Behind laughter pain does exist.
Another night escapes me one of many regrets.
The wind a companion the road a void of nights
gentle embrace.
Ive searched for a reason tangled in the traps of
agony's plessure cast dellusion.
A snow globe heart awaits its fatal dance
with the floor.
In the arms of passion we feel the wrath of
times bitter truth.
I am the clowns washed clean face.
Ive serched for a depth.
To find a poets soul ive found not a trace.
I struggle to resist.
She drops the glass as it breaks apon a slab floor.
No longer the clown do I see.
One pull and tommorows painting will be erased.
From a spark of pure creation and a fatal destruction.
Into a night a end of my choosing.
Maybe we knew the past was soon to be are end.
Heart's like all things bleeding easily betray.
For only clocks and urns apon the mantle were ment to stay.
In choosing this path it sets a page blank.
Allowing many to read that which was never seen.
In darkness the mystery leaves little light.
So as we toast to a suicide.
The trigger is pulled.
A ****** up sesibility is matched
only by a cryptic verse.
As in chains we exist trapped in soul
lost within the mind.
Sunsets in red oceans of passions failure
no longer free to the laugther trapped within
my head.
The soon to be forgotten fade.
As in the depths we chase demons of are own creation
shallow in thought.
Washed in tommorows legend and dried
by reallty's ever changing truth.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
Maybe im alone in my views maybe just bitter from age.
The road a fond memory like a old man who sits dead in legs yet giving thought to only wind
of times blonde hairs and scent did linger jasmine of his thoughts is sweetest when reflected by window so far from that time.
Now im like that man unable to run so here i sit lost to life a stranger to all even myself.
A cold drink on a honey suckle laced backpoarch.
If only my turns were diffreent maybe id know happiness i never been able to grasp unto myself.
But poets thirst for pain and self destruction is a well unfilled no lifetime could quench.
Alone I understand reason a monster ive grown to call myself.
In ways ive grown only to speak in pages none choose to read yet many can grasp.
Ive seen wars fought internal to cast shadows over the most clear sky.
Is it not time for a seaside eternal rest?
In pain I find logic sadness my eternal home nothing can mend broken roads but only help to build
more isolated paths.
Please i beg never to choose my road for it was never my to choose.
Tommorow will find tears in what never was todays reality.
It never was ment but it sure felt right.
All my hopes have finally found rest.
With motions a roar shall you recall my liftime based
apon one single night.
View me a pawn so mention the fool.
Judge only your actions and always remeber the voice silent in rage washed clean of tommorows misery for which iv'e had my final share.
Two strangers grasp togather all of nothing why must we question all that never can be?
The sunset holds promise red in color painted in thoughts
may one at least be held in happiness of farewell to me.
My road was always headed in a direction we all understood it was bound to happen sooner than later.
Why follow when I had no other choice.
Underneath nights stage in a gentle breeze soliace is such a peacefull fade.
What is taken shall never be replaced.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
Once there walked among men a man
Upon the face of earth
He spoke to each man he met
And told them of their worth
He told all men with listening ear
Turn from sin and come to me
Do not be a slave to fear
Come, I will set you free
He told all men the truth of life
Come unto me I am the way
Wait not for tommorows light
For tommorow may not come your way
This man who spoke invited all
Come and grace receive
A common man yet a king
This man from Galilee
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
City streets
Quiet
••
(So very)
••
Dreams have fled
Naked
Dragging blankets held onto by tumbling babes in the woods
••
Forboding
---
Police presence
Paranoia
Pain
••
Becoming completely aware
••
Blank eyes staring thru the quiet streets of Night
(So very)
Empty
•
Devoid of life
••
AND WHERE IN THE STORY ARE YOU MY FRIEND?
••
Stagnating
Stench of decay
And old age
••
AH MY MEMORIES OF SWEET YOUTH!
GENTLE FLOWER CHILD EMBODIES THE EARTH!
CONTAINS THE WHOLE WORLD!
••
.••
(Can we really hope to be pure again!)
••••
Lovers
Questions
TOMMOROWS to come
••
In the quiet evening calm
I see you hear you
In the moon and stars
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
time kaliedescopes
yesterdays, nows and
tommorows jumble
in glittering jewels
hopes from earlier
become wistful dreams
hopes for later, mists
to be gathered in butterfly nets
dreams of now circle like
koi in a pond,
hypnotic in their gliding
silent world
we stand on the precipice
waiting for echoes to return
waiting for an updraught
of heady confidence
to give us impetous
to allow us spread
our gossamer wings
we wait for the sun
to warm us, to bring the rush
of blood to our heads
so that we may jump
and soar in the yonder
so that our feet may feel
the caress of impossibilty
and clouds can tickle our soles
we wait...
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Sometimes we run only to reflect on that which we tried to escape.
Its a twisted comedy to a burden of lifes stage every flaw shown in a public forum.
Mock me today for no more will i cast stones to hear the splash or await a ripples view.
**** it today i'll avoid it for tommorows worry.
As a grave's whisper echo's just a smile of certain didain in a groups empty flaw.
Sometimes I run but never do I pretend to escape.
Like a old radio to a forgotten generation still I exist to keep company in a hollow
time.
Static a old friend and reminder of what can never be.
Pages left unread a point ive seldom understood.
Ive created the cage yet forgot its reason or construction.
In a corner none seem to grace the light of worn out eye's.
Dreams dont make the embers of a fire raise the warmth on a winters chill.
Old air cant open lungs to a new path only cast a mold into a decayed once open mind.
Ive grown to see the road ahead is a circle and only dogs chase there tails.
Were always a step from the close yet many will see in others a vision to inspire.
Im growing to see no choice only a role cast of stone.
Can i rip the page to begin fresh from all but never erase the thought that
was you.
Blood a marker dried was a river ow but a ditch.
Cast the stone's run while you can for a crawl is all i can bare these days.
And if its was tommorow would we just drift in the thoughts of a day?
Gone am I.
But a page to be viewed as other's will.
Embrace the thought for a vision is but a dream of rest we can never escape.
In my thoughts im void of rest and so ******* tired I cant bare the weight.
I can no longer cast stones for the reactions sake.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
im sitting here
staring down the past
waitin for it to flinch
waiting for something to give
waiting to hold her one more time
future keeps slipping away
but im just hanging on to her words she left
hanging on the cold september air
so who you gonna lay bets on
the past changing or me
sitting here in streetlight rain
sitting here in the small light of yesterdays smile
while tommorows slips away
while all my tommorows slip away
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Lost Tommorows!
Not a doll of china.
Nor porcelain within.
A heart that beats relentlessly.
Without an ounce of sin.
Sound bits cry sorrow.
For too many lost tomorrows.
The tomorrows that could have maybe been.
With hands so warm.
Caring kiss.
Yesterday should be erased.
But in your presence was amazed.
Discovered for the ****** love.
An all improbable, even impossible dream.
A dream come true.
When face to face.
I met you.
Smiled for once.
This doll's visage, now truly blue.
As she sits and muses misery.
You and I were meant to be.
In real life and poetry.
You are all my lost tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
A lamb lost in a field
It strays and brays
I count the stars passing
Day turns to dawn
The unsaid remains
Yesterdays sun, a bright memory
Todays sun, a murky rememberance
Tommorows sun, an endless darkness?
The shadow i fear most
I know in exact what is hidden
It pains, It hurts
Yet it cannot be shown
The difference, a mere shrug
A silence that cannot be broken
My path is dark
2 roads lead to my road
one hidden, the other mistaken
Not a sign i see before me
A dark i can see
But dare not see
I am lost in a field
I stray in a fleeting hope
save me
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Only
GREATNESS
Now
••
All the LITTLENESS
the PETTINESS
-
All the SUBTLE ACTS THAT LIE
---
These most be done with
We must be WHOLE now
Or we shall die!
HORRIBLY!
SHAMEFULLY!
INDECENTLY!
••
Only
GREATNESS
Might possibly see us thru
To LIFE
••
To the soul that is MAN
••
••
All the past IS ERASED!
Only You and what you shall become
According to your BELIEFS remain
••
Beyond HOPE
Above FEAR
WITH OR WITHOUT "GOD"
(Whatever the truth is. --
So shall it be)
••
Only the LOVERS
And the LOVE
••
Only YOU
only ME
------
Be REAL
be BRAVE
no more TOMMOROWS count
Only TODAY
••.
ETERNAL OPENNESS
INFINITE GRACE
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Todays a day I wont remember,
Tommorows probably the same.
Memories burn,
Remembering not what you want,
But what you think you want.
Sorting, categorising,
In my mind.
Who knows what has happened in my life?
Who knows what's happened in todays tommorow?
Yesterdays a day I dont remember;
Full of fear and sin.
Sin a word I always have destested.
You believe in God.
I never did.
As a young child always questioning,
What is this all about?
Heaven and Hell are both the same.
Invented by them,
It gives them hope you see
I guess I understand,
But the word is just another I hate,
I guess I understand.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
A silent symphony plays in the background
Soothing the atmosphere of its whispers and tears
There's an aroma of quietness all around
A hint of madness in serenity it bears
Tommorows cease to exist from now on,
and can you not hear ?
Life singing the yesterday's songs,
To be lost in the approaching calmness my dear
Time slows down to a halt
Too tired to move and caress the impending doom
And night saves the memory to be kept in a vault;
Safe and hidden from the looming gloom.
And I lie in ecstasy
a dream I longed to dream
A fading reality
To be erased of all that I've seen
And I recall my oldest friend
A hope that I banished long ago
But it haunts me again in the end
And the hope to feel alive grows
A spark in the embed darkness
Ignites the desires I locked away
And it possess me once again
To let me please my whites and greys
And I bleed of all that poison
That this world and I brew
Letting go of all the answers
That once my soul knew
Slowly but surely
The coldness I nurtured, is replaced by the warmth of my sin,
And I wonder with peace
What the morrow may bring ?
And I wonder with peace
When the morrow may ring ?
And I dream away my life
As I exhale my last precious breath
Forever lost in my sweet dream
into the approaching beautiful death.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
Its raining outside my window
As you stand at the door
I can still see your reflection
Reaching me through the cold
I can hear your whisper
Words speak through the walls
Your eyes in every mirror
And I can see your tears fall
You stand on a puddle of memories
With every breath you still call
Our yesterdays are too far to reach
Tommorows are nothing but lost
Yet , you still wait for me
With every moment you fall apart
Yet , you still come for me
Back to me with my heart
holding on to the strings
They still cut and scar your hands
Bleeding all your dreams
With all the pain you still stand
It's so hard to breath without you
But now I don't want to live again
It's hard to be even dead without you
For I'll always be a part of this pain
These empty walls long for you
My loneliness reminds me of your presence
These cold hands crave for yours
Every colour has died and lost its resonance
but I'll never open that door
And you'll fade away just like the stars
For you left me alone in the rain
When you went away along with my heart
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Just another day of going through the motions
Pushed, got pushed, pushed back
Bright skies, bright eyes
Good days
Tommorows come again
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
At night when the silence is deafening,
when thoughts of what ought to be is screaming.
Dreams of the future, so idealistic yet unrealistic. In dreams where I can be anything and everything I want to be.
Yet I am here wide awake smirking at how great and crazy it would be.
How is that possible, to want a lot of things that is not free. To strive so hard yet still at the same spot, how can I flee?
In a life full of hope, yet there seems to be none. To hold unto something intangible, for the tommorows to follow.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
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Pretend
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC