"tomorow" poems
Do you remember the taste of my lips when we kissed
true those moment i realy do miss
when i held your face between my palms
so tender keeping yu from harm
Do you remember when we hugged
those moments when we were intwined
when your heart bet with mine
and every thing seemed so fine
Do you remember ma head on your thighs
and you held me like a child in a cry
those smiles
those moments should have lasted a longer while
Do you remember that stare that made you afraid of ma eyes
you were kept busy by the blue skies
watching time slowly fly
i miss those cute pupils ooh my!
Do you remember that ice cream guy
you don't remember the pinpop! Why?
and the candies that you gave me only a few
*** please don't tell me you dnt have a clue
Fine do you remember that selfie
the one i shared with a tag 'my future wifie'
smiles i will sure marry you
and the happines for our destiny; heavens have a clue
Do you remember when the sun went down
and that day we had to crown
the way we held hands and waists in town
they were jealous; you didn't see them frawn
Do you remember the Nairobi rains
with those poor drains
we got wet in love
we did like in the movies; laughs...
do you stil remember that day i got mad
you leaving early made me sad
heh we parted without a bye
and for another day i had to standby
to make up and make out
to talk sweet and refrain shouts
to let you know that i love you with no doubts
that point that you leave my world itl be all ouch!
Hope you stil remember the monument
it marked the end of my visit and my light moments
this memories are just a torment
but for a lifetym to stay they meant
Those kisses still quench my thirst
in your arms im safe that i trust
those rains still wash away my tears
for birds' chirps are still melody to my ear
candies taste exerctly as yua kiss
and for your face i have the night skies
Hope you remember you promises
for tomorow you wil stil be my princess
till mummy you become and a queen
i will love you handsomely that i promise
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
A house that dont have love just pain and sorrow and a kid praying for a better tomorow. a father fighting with my mother about anything to everything a life of hurt a life of lies a life of a place that never ends like an endless race. Kids crying of seeing her mother dieing and a father that never truly was. In my mind all i think is a gun with a bullet splating my brains and just maybe he can feel my pain. Looking at my blood and finally truly know whats he done just maybe he will understand.my pain and the devil will be laughing from his bloodlust because i just took a soul my own
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Goodnight world.
Its been a long day.
I felt like ****
I had at least 5 headaches
Took 4 pills today
And drank 6 glasses of water.
But now its time to rest.
And to think.
Think about the girl i crush on
Think about the new school year
And what the **** im doing tomorrow
Its a goodnight from me
Good old b.d
I cant wait to stress about the littlest things tomorow.
But thats tomorrow.
But if one things for sure
***you can bet your *** im sleeping in***
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
You catch the eyes of innocense
as you clip the time
in insolence with a smile
Nothing makes you happier
than to see the distress
when you so beguile
Soft and swift you tantalize
the precious lips of love
You nibbled on the ears
while whispering "Only if you please"
You daze and confuse like
the early spring's
cold winter fog
You lie in wait
for your chances
like a five string guitar
Oh ! No one is safe
as you strike another chord
No ! Not even the words
that go aching for the page
Not even the message texted
across the lost one in the maze
The camel made it through
the needle of the eye
He said "Nothing to it"
just before he died
There is a lesson to be learned
in the hollow of our minds
That there will be a tomorow
I can guarantee that in time
But only if you don't
step on the trip wire attached
to the watermelon's vine
So be careful
in everything you do
Or you might wind up wearing
camel hair coats and shoes
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
First flame of rebellion
Cough of wrong
Tip ashing like laughs coming
The paper peels back
Like stress of mind
With each
P U F F
Inhale
B L O W
Smoke curls
And fans as beautifully
As the faces around you
Conversating in the cold
Intellect Intelligence
Swavely sung as we **** on our sticks of
Death
Youth burning brighter
Than the ember incinerating the innards of
Our rolled false freedom
The night grows old
As our fingers feel the
Stinging heat
Of a bud burned out
As exhausted eyes blink
We tap our packs
And tuck them sweetly into pockets
As mothers to children
We leave one another with
An ancient bad taste dry on our tongues
Returning to our traditional lives
To complain the same as always
Until tomorow evening
Repeat
Repeat
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
House on fire,
House on fire,
Role me a phat one.
Tonite the house ,
Tomorow nites up in smoke.
The walls were brown
Wall paper.
Upinside here.
A white beard of smoke.
Goblin green walls,
Purple stains,
Scattered gold vains.
What a joke
We felt like smoked out
Hot patatoes,
I sat on my missing phone.
Girls gone wild,
Coconut musics third encore.
Remember what you said.
I said sometimes say the truest things.
Remember what you said.
You become what you love.
He needs help.
He doesnt know,
What isnt his own.
Isnt my best friend,
Starting to bun out,
My bic lighter,
Is out.
My hands strike a match,
Is it so much to ask.
There were so many clicks.
Jump up or something
Else happened
To apear
Just to gorge
On your ptsd
Like the memory
of seing your last horror film.
You left angry,
And told us repeatingly.
I need help
tell us what we can do.
Help us tell you and
You can show us
whose fault it was
I told you not to let anybody
do what they did.
What is it worth
doing all over again.
All the reconziliation
Speeds off with ten dollars
In gas money.
Did you know
What to do
after one interview
In a shrinks office.
Your inner thoughts
have to record
everything.
And for a few seconds
Every thing pushing
towards her garage.
Found a place upwards
in new hours slowly
able to erase the dust tic by tic.
Now we can start counting
Episodes you had.
Nowe we can understand what you have
And by december you will have the best christmas
Your peace on earth will be seeing a baby boy cry
When it snows.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
long agonizing nites
Spent running like
Dog show enthuisists
The ukanuba muts (our crew)
Have names
And cold plates of
Meat loaf waiting
For them
When the noise
Of old boots
Warns the couch
About our irival
ill be away from
Home some where
Adventerous like the
Green hills of affrica (Hemmingways worst knovel)
Getting the perfect
Shot on the rhino three hundread
Yards away in the straw grass
Watering hole.
He falls like frozen patatoes
And my day closes
Half full
Half golden like
Whiskey on
The burning slopes
Of tacomas
Blue collared ridges.
Flooding the flood
Of endless floods
Inside my nitecaps
Hidden shot glass.
Thats the only way
We all sleep before
Tomorow brings out
Our best jokes.
The only pride we
Can find after
To many hours of
Half finished sandwhiches
So we can make room
And stare into
The welcoming fridge.
Good nite tacoma
I need all the double
Shifts we can get
Before we all find a new
Paying gig.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
Twas 1942 my fathers day was due
he came upon this earth a babies brand new birth
they said he wouldn make it without his daddys blood
and thats what made him special ..a special kind of love
Twas 1966 my birthday ..a blessing in disguise
could only all have happened.. with my fathers fatherly love
i came upon this earth and caused a scarey stir
another babies breath a breathing from the air
Twas 1997 my son did come about ..was born to be so special
with that i have no doubt
so luck should have our family that i can give some thanks
cos tomorow was his birthday my dad my true best freind
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 12:40 PM UTC
in life,
where do you dream to go?
is it nashville,
new york city,
or maybe tokyo?
where will your heart
lead you towards?
out of my life,
through wide open doors?
how long before
i see you again?
wednesday,
next year
towards the end?
will you remember me
in ten years, twenty?
when there are crinkles
by your eyes,
or when there's gray hair aplenty?
one thing is for sure,
i could never forget you.
not tomorow,
not ever,
not even when i'm eighty-two.
but if you forget me,
i won't hold a grudge;
because life is too short
for you to trudge
through old, forgotten faces
and memories long buried,
or to revisit old races
that you've already won.
i don't ask you to remember
my visage, my dreams,
let alone my name.
just please remember
my voice, and dancing
in the rain.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
We all have a past,
Not all will have a future.
The now is whats important
Dont take it for granted.
Because tomorow is not guaranteed
Today is given as a gift from god
That's why its called the present.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
I am 21.
I am a female.
I am known as Kimmy
I like to shop
I like to smile and talk to strangers
I prefer to pick flowers than to pick fights
I forget things such as names and numbers dates and my car keys
I like to dance
I believe in angels and heaven
I like to live with no regret
I believe life is short and sweet
Living Uptight and Unhappy is not my style
I Prefer to live day to day
as hard as that might be
for iF i had it my way id like to fastforward my life
just to see where ill be
I love few trust not that many
yet have my reasons
I have a terrible relationship with my family
I have learned HOW not to be
thanks to my parents
I lived a life of much tension/pain/frusteration/abandonment/love/hate/negativity/and lonliness
from all of it despite it all
i would not change a thing
i am kimmy
as unsure as I feel
I know ill figure it out
I rise above the negativity
live for the moment
learn from every mistake made
apologize for my wrong doings and than some-
know right from wrong
and am overly free spirited
If I died tomorow.
I hope to rise above my uncertainty
and into the security of knowing exactly who I am and who I WAS
given the will to live and the drive to understand life for how it is intended
I am hoping to make this self discovery sooner than later.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
dying
is not scary
living every day not knowing how tomorow will be
is much more scary
I hate the unknown
and how much it stings
If i cried
you would be here.
i wish i could have it back
Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
it is what it is,
i say
but it may change,
you reply and -
your eyes glisten like
the sun above a dark
ocean,
a tiny boat rocking toward distant horizons.
this is the day when
the cage is torn open and
all the pet birds are thrown outside;
yes,
we won't ever be able to
meet eyes the same way when tomorow comes.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
how the past is a vast reflection of today
i am a girl
the one y ouloved
the one he loved
and the one the next will love
my heart is too big
I am too shallow
you buried this dungeon
with no plan for tomorow
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 11:07 PM UTC
a new town
I am scared and want to turn around
I am looking back-
A major fear, I am on a new track
What is tomorow to bring?
Im in the dark
After a deep breath in
And a sigh of relief
Im on a new Chapter
Of my new start.
Mar 10, 2011
Mar 10, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
trying to build tomorow out of yesterdays
misconceptions making yellow the sunrise
when black clouds are covering the window still
in dark no shadows convey color is grey as
backs of a nickel plated worn
on the sidewalks crack
lack of light the glistening
side glance back
into the alley
she caught you in
molested you totally
ashamed to admit
you were so indefensibly
naive
slobbering at the
slightest smile
a tool my god
my *******
believed
and well
I think back would
the last three years
without
the veil before my eyes in the sun
seeing it all
would they if not for her
been
as good
I forget
try to forgive
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
anticipating this big step
eager to start
i know the distance between us
wont intertwine
you will be calm and collected
ill be at piece with my mind
i wont look back at the
what was left behind
ill sit and smile
and anticipate our tomorow.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 2:59 AM UTC
i see you through my window and think of yesterday
millions of thoughts inside my head but no more words to say
dreaming of tomorow and freting all the way thinking of me thinking of you and the mighty sky of blue
you remind me of the the wind, the wind that rushes through invisible like love but know its there and true
once in love with life and now in love with you you breeze right passed me mistress of the wind
eyes like tempests, body like storm, wings a breeze and love like air reborn
but still you are a mistress my heart though ever yours you play with my emotions a game played evermore
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
She had to many curls
I mean she was asking for it when she came to church dressed like that
Lets face facts she wasn't looking that good
her shoes where falling off her feet
she really need to do some laundry
but is that all you see
I know you see a reckless person
who you think could never be your friend
but if you looked deeper you would see something different
if you looked in her eyes instead of leeking at her eye shadow
maybe you would find the hurt that lies behind
or maybe you would see her cry for help
or maybe she will look up to you like no one else
you could change her life
and yet you walk out of her way because you think she wants a fight
Maybe if you told her what you thought
instead of holding in your laughter with all your might
you should see what she went through in her life
because while you want your dad to bring home take out
she hopes she gets food
you got to school caring about being cool
while she thinks about hot water
maybe if you just looked a little farther
but no its just to fun
laughing at someone
you dont know
because you think everymans on there own
well you know what
thats not true
while you walk down the hallways with your crew
texting them i cant live without you
yet she doesn't know if tomorow she will still be able to live
maybe the reason she has those clothes
is because that's the only thing she owns
and maybe she got those shoes form the dumpster out back
but your to busy having fun to admit the possibility of that
and she feels alone
more then she ever felt before
because she goes to a place of refuge and they laughter at her some more
when she finally has had enough
she picks up a gun
then you cry "I didn't know!"
maybe you would of known if you decided to look in close
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
My wrinkled finger felt weak
Betrayed and lonely
No more movement
No more tomorow
The last tear fell into tracks
Where many had come before
This one felt different
No one was going to stop the fall
No hand
Smile
Or fake promises
The sea parted and the waves spoke
Let me scream
I dived into a silence
Quiet
Lonely
So very cold
And this will be my home
Til the mermaid returns singing
Her spell
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Golden branches, being heard
Second chances, singing birds
Fields of flowers, holding hands
Longer hours, pale white sand
Crunchy leaves, thoughts out loud
Hearts on sleeves, silver clouds
Brighter smiles, open skies
Light for miles, starry eyes
Yesterday's tomorow, today's gone by
Shared not borrowed, the wingless fly
That's what I'd see, if dreams came true
That's where I'd be, there with you
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
My heart sank as my eyes viewed the sun
it was low as shadows grew longer into the darkening skies
night was fast approaching and the end to another day was nearly done
beauty would disappear as blindness became me
was this the last time i saw such awe
was the balance we so abuse on this earth still be here tomorrow
who are we to be so in control yet leave the starving
time will tell when tomorow becomes our hell
live for this day as if you need to
dont waste whats there to take.. to breathe.. to touch
earth will never forget you as dust fills the gaps
to start again dont live from the past
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 12:21 AM UTC
The lines of life,
and dreams are blurred,
when desire rules,
and freedom speaks,
riddles if the day,
water of the wishfull well,
that spills into the now,
yesterday's regrets will stray,
and drift through passions sleeps,
bells ring mellifluous tombs,
that teach us where we go,
what happens when tomorow comes
none of us can know.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC