"tommrow" poems
From different times of splender our hearts go out to thee ,
in troubled times when the crow returns to it's stag to pluck and proon , and the mornings dew has cast it's spell ,
as if the shades of the berries in the forest have now all gone ,
and the grave was never entered ,
the church was never built .
How then if when the gates were never
shut .
not crushed to death by hungry crowds.
and Tom to dock yards went so he
could buy some bread ,
to feed his wife and child .
The love they felt when they were fed
on this Christmas morning.
As children played
or begged ,
or stole to feed their swollen bellies ,
in slum streets this day ,
a feast didst lay afore them .
Lamb roasted on a spit ,
Tom's door was now flung open ,
No more hunger ,
No more shackles of rent man ,
poor house years ,
then ****** tears shivering in dark infested boxes .
Yet to this day a child was born into
this poverty ,
to save ,
amidst wise men and donkey.
Then a crow with eager eye picked a snake did wrestle ,
took it away ,
it's beak it's prey ,
rose to catch the dawn .
For a bud was formed
not in autumn
not on June ,
did it blossom
but out of hardship did it lay ,
out of a forgotten tommrow .
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
I had a good day
I haven't had one in a while
Everything was so perfect and I felt alive for once
My day is coming to an end
I'm scared to fall asleep
When tommrow comes my good day will be gone
I will only have a memory of how I felt
I'm frightened that the next day there will be no more good days to come
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
I don't care for my suffering only yours .I don't care for the cruption that has become the world. Call me careless because it's true. I don't care for any of it .
I don't care for your convertible BMW or your mansion three storys high. I don't care about your million dollar suit or your billion dollar welth.
I'm careless for the fate of the poor because they sit in their homes with ten cars in the garage and not a care in the world. I'm careless for the poor because they don't know how to react to the half blind man sitting on the curb with the hope of just keeping his faimly safe.
You can say I'm careless because I am
But if you say I don't care about the rich your so far from right that your of the radar. I care for those who can't go far and can barely aforde a car. They know who they are and don't bother with goin to the bar to drink away their sorrow.
I care for those who belive in tommrow and struggle for their lives to become right and their not blinded in the night.
They fight through with light and and won't take flight when they hve to prove their right.
I care for the rich and not the poor call me *** backwards but did you ever consider your that your the one in reverse?
Did you ever consider being the one who is careless or do you go with the flow of a sociaty that accepts the poor with open arms and shuts the rich out with the simple look and never consider that they've picked up a book?
Saying I'm careless can be so right but don't say I won't put up a fight because the ones who have everything have nothing and the ones who have nothing have everything.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
' wat i do now'
Wat i can do now,
tell me pls wat i've 2 understand and how,
m sad cuz u r far from my vision,
many times i just wanna hug u without any reason,
how long i've 2 staisfy my heart,
by seeing ur picture and apart,
form this dammn distance,
which is bcm a fence,
but nvr b afraid cuz my emotions fr u,
will nvr b low but few,
things u've 2 do,
love my patiance my feel,
cuz these r very imp. And real,
fake and real r d 2 things,
nd we can say r the 2 sides of mirror which brings,
some time satisfaction but sum tym sorrow,
but just we must hold our hand so that our tommrow,
will have a great pick-up,
for d way which we r thinking 2 lead,
and our future will bcm a story of love and peace,
and having d best perfection,
and d best peace of satisfaction,
so b wid me,
and forget about the,
sorrows,
and I'll **** them if they follows....
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
As you stand there yelling at me I can't deside,
Wither to go to the kitchen and stab myself,
Or sit there and listen to you bring me down for the tenth time,
I chose option B because you tell me to grow up,
And you deside what I will do when I'm older,
Because what I want to be isent good enough for your life style,
You are planing tommrow while I live tommrow,
With a laughter and a smile,
You live with flash cards and notes,
For I chose to live of studying,
And you are jelous of it,
For I will never grow up until I have fully expericened life.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
time is something we made up to escape the silence
of invisible beating wings
and hearts running rampant in chests belonging to people without names
and the laughter shines like sunshine
Through wooden shutters and doors that words creep through
our bodies creak as we dance to the music the earth plays for us
but for now,
we are all just children in tall grass
and the tall grass are the buildings and houses and places we call home..
we refuse to be silent
and we shake our bones in defiance
next to fires on late nights
with bottles in our hands
and words in our mouths that we will never say.
we wont stop breathing until
we stop dreaming
until we've fallen in love more times then we have fingers
until...
never.
we are alive
&
we are young.
And maybe tommrow
when we are older
and bolder
we can shed our skins and our differences
and dance as one
in the cotton candy clouds
next to the diamond stars
with smiles so bright on our faces that nothing could stop us.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC