"traping" poems
mining till day
In bajan we must and bacca we trust
never going to brake bedrock
enchanting diamond sword
crafting table
rpmx13
asfjerome
flaming arrows
traping in cobwebs
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
i walk threw the night with my Russian blue eyes the night lights up when the full moon glears. the world is turning as my life turns. every night my blue eyes light up like safiers and fire flys. the delicat nature holds my mind as the wild call out for the first time.
my heart skips a beat when the tables turn same as the demonic elements that linger around my safe haven. the night sky is like a canvas that i can aline the stars above to lead my path to survive.
no candel lights aloud nor fire cause my blue eyes glow like a safire lit up in the mist of the moon light.
every night i follow new paths but when day breaks i'm vanished from sight. the night sky has so many tricks only the beauty never breaks the cold weather comes around but my blue eyes will never freez or lose the dreams of my life.
when my blue eyes glow i can call to the wild my calls to the wolfs bring happiness deep down with exitment and freeom.
i cant be held back for im nor threat only the wind and moon light can passes my soul.
when winter is hear so do i my blue eyes light the way to my next place of joy
i finally have escaped the werched and divine but my voice will never be heard untill summer and spring arrive.
my russian blue eyes can lead me to love hope and the freedom to fly but the night sky calls my blue eyes traping me drawing me life bye
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
They want you to fall,
they think it's a trick, walking that walk, talking with they hips.
Oh did I mention they lips, looking all luscious them lips, speaking so firm, moving so swift, every word seems to be a gift.
Mind of queen well that's what we'd wish, but they've all come in different shifts, some barring not a single gift, an some the same **** doing all the things that they wish, but it's the lies that lay behind her eyes that gets me every time, time, an time again tucking her head beneath my chin
Every man in this moment forgetting all sins
Her eyes soul searching, searching for another angle to get him in the trap, trap traping, love tapping just to stab him Right in the back.
D.J. Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
im tired of the same thing going over and over. i dont know how to say any thing nice. i just have embrace whats happening to me. i have to see my own misery over and over like a movie that skipps with evry scrach there can be. i dont know how much longer i can stand this **** you all put on me. you know me to well i have a good heart but i never raised my voice before. maybe its time for me to show all of you my true power in me! so sit the **** down and listen to me. i start to scream all the ******* colors of the rainbow do you see society has broken me and i have put up with all of its games. so let me tell a stori for a change. all the things put on no is coming out like a tiger or a lion roaring with all its might!!! so every one just shut up and listen to me cause i have every ******* word i had to say but its now my turn to come out of my quiet self and say things for once. i have been quiet for to long so hears what i have to say i want chang to happen i dont want things to look like a auttomated systems of robotics. i want to run free and not be held captive. i want to speak my mind i want to run up and down a beach just screaming my ****** lungs out that can be. i want to be heard down the streets around 2 am. i want to make a mountian start and avalanch that trapes every little village under 1000 of feet down!
i want to raise hell and bring laughter and fire to my place. i dont want to be silenced for my great crazy mind. i wont let you trap me cause i am a ******* wild animal who will claw your god **** eyes out. so i am breaking away to make the changes for every one to have fun and do insainly messed up crazy dangious things.
i want to start riots to test new ideas. i dont want to be enslaved to a desk and chair in a office building. i want to be the brush that paints the night sky with pretty colors of imanage. you will never catch me cause i cant be silenced from you traping people like animals in rusty cages. ill run free one step a head of all you.
i just want to scream cause im not done fighting for whats right
you cant imprison me you cant silence my voice cause when you drop your guard ill escape and rip all of you apart.
so just listen to me heres my voice screaming my thoughts.
i wont put up with any more crap!!!!!!!!!
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Call it a necklace, noose, lead or leash
that we willfully wear
as under the poke and ****
of societies brand we still let it steer.
Living for Friday Saturday and *Sinday
throwing rain at the clouds
while we let time trickle away wastefully
out the hour Glass.
But when going against the grain
is like running into a sand storm,
we would rather let the days die
like they weren't worth remembering
Like a vapour, memories fade away
In a clumping mass of evaporating
grey
Then
call me a fool for standing in a sand storm
traping trickling time
in the hour glass
faster than it falls as I make
Many more colorful memories.
Gaze as I turn the dam ocean upside down
Repouring the rain I caught into the clouds
As I burn the tie
fray the noose
loosen the lead
leave the leash round societies neck
And I burn it with my own brand.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC