"trashes" poems
The age, when they are supposed to play with toys
Picking up the broken & trashes for others, these Garbage boys
In the piles of disposed plastic chocked their story sentimental
The boys, dusty body so frail & gentle
Wrapped in clothes, tattered torn, dull & discolored like them
Surviving against the rules of Darwin
Too starved & malnutritioned & no one cares
Only the open sky & thrown food, they share
In the chaos of every city they have to find a place to sleep
They collect the things, what people call waste & cheap
No parents, no future, just the harsh life on the road side
Living in their small world unaware with pride
Shiny cars & luxury clothes, sparks their eyes
Telling that they have dreams,
But Their memories full of hate, insult & razed
Which are permanent & can't be erased
Unexpected rains, deadly cold & sweaty summers
Not every one of them end up like a Kite Runner
When people sleep comfortably in their sweet home
They stand there with the fainted & blurred shadow alone
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
when in stillness
undying screams within explode
anxieties crawl like bugs
under the skin
of which the world is deaf n blind
when in stillness
callued demons awake
trashes revealed
clogging up the mind
for hundred years or so
when in stillness
they melt away
energy recharged
vibration flows the vines
lightness comes up
eyeing n eyeing n eyeing
the mind pattern n sensation
with full awareness of which
free from cravings or aversions
to stillness and equanimity we sync
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
black or white
tan-like brown
hate the people
we are blind
everybody is a group
world of fun
showbiz catchers
trend-like thing
views of envy
tricky sight
the line is created
trashes are trashed
if you’re so small
they are big
live with it
side by side
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
It took me a decade of toil
years of experience and expertise
to learn that men are happy scoring
ecstatic when he bags and trashes
that short win he has not earned
Sometimes as women we steam
trimmed with seams of emotion
awaiting to open hearts unreserved
Yet he don’t want this vulnerability
he wants to be ignored and uncared for
denied and kept at the deepest ledge
for when you give yourself easily
he will devalue your inner-self
blocking and tantalising from afar
Men are still immature within
afraid of closeness,scared of love
afraid of the emotions,scared to trust
and when he chases,he is fast as a cheetah
preying closer and closer to his price
and when he lies, he sugar coats the facts
so that he creates an illusionary promise
Yet deep within he is like a baby
strained with automatic reflexes
unable to make an emotional dialogue
on how to make the woman really happy....
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
The Mind is like Quicksand:
The more one trashes about trying to escape,
the swifter one is subdued and ****** into it.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 1:56 PM UTC
You're clowns, as laughable as hell
Go read the passage on Cyber troll perps
unemployed ******* paid to sit online
writing ******* to flood and demoralize
the ninocoops brain deed perverts
think others are weak inconsequentials dweeps
like the spineless nervous victims you usually terrorize
Go re-appraise your anodyne tactics
30 years, I am still standing still laughing
Am at my best when alone ready for turds
I don't hide, I haven't fled anywhere
Or go all shaky and trembly
You don't frighten or terrorize me one bit
My mind is razor sharp, my nerves steely as ever
Coward wiggas are contemptibles
Can't stand and trade face to face
Only brave when they gang up against one man
behind screens inventing false identities
You are laughable, odious little perp rats.
Deluded slaves controlled fools.....
Hahaha....hahaha....Hahaha....western rubish
trailer trashes, you can't even spell your lingo
PERP CYBER TROLL, VIGILANTES OF THIEVES
LAUGHABLE MORONS, SIMPLETONS YOBBOS
SHAMELESS FOOLS, LOOK HOW LONG YOU'VE
BEEN AT IT, CAN'T BRING DOWN JUST ONE MAN
WHITE THIEVES SERVANTS....Hahaha...hahaha
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
he is the
worst person
you have
ever
met
he is constantly
judging
always
making snide
remarks
always telling you
that you can be doing
better
when he talks
there is
always a sense
of acknowledged
arrogance
his steps are loud
like the rest of him
he always seems to be around.
especially when you don’t want
him to be
he knows when
one more sly remark
will do you in
(and then makes
one)
he trashes your house at parties
he eats out your fridge clean
he seduces your girlfriend and
beguiles your wife and he always
seems to be preferred by your
friends
you can’t shake him
you can’t hide from him
he knows where you are
and you know that too
he doesn’t need shadows
when you’re as paranoid
as you are
he can be in the room
and yet somehow
be hiding from you
he laughs when you scream
at him for the millionth time
he smiles as you cry
or hold back crying
he climaxes when you beg
him to stop
he will never leave you
you are born with him
and will die with him
no-one else knows he’s there
but they always suspect there’s
someone bugging you
(they know people like him
too)
he doesn’t ever leave things too
messed up
and the worst part of it all
is that he’s right
always right
always always always
right
when he whispers that
you don’t love her
he’s right
when he shows you how stupid
you were acting
he’s right
when he dances ahead of you
because you can’t keep up
he’s right
and most of all he’s right
when he tells you it’s all
your fault
you can put your fists up
but that’s worth jack-shit
he never needs to say a word
but he does anyways
(he always wins,
especially in fights)
he’ll ask you one day
what it’s like to be the
biggest **** up in the
world
you will suddenly hear
an empathic tone
in his voice
that most definitely
wasn’t there
before
what’s it like?
he asks again
and again
you hear that tremble,
that aching,
shaking,
terrible
confusion
that means he
really wants to
know
but why does he?
does he care?
does he not hate me?
does he… love
me?
he waits for your answer
“you’re not anybody,
are you?”
you’ll ask
no, he’ll say,
only what you
let me be
and from that day forth
he’ll only be a memory,
threatening to come back
if you ever let yourself
go (like you did) again
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
#052816
Career is calling me,
Ringing for several times.
My thumping heart says,
"These're your dreams, why not give it a try?"
Lingering deep down on my marrows,
An illusion of deception,
An escape to higher dimension.
Yes, I want to be who I wanna be,
But when not in Christ, it'd be a shattered me.
Calling isn't ringing at all,
But he's bumping down my inner soul.
He's not my type but there's something in him.
That waiting becomes a rest that's a prerequisite.
I'd required so much for myself;
At times, rest becomes a chapter to close
I'd to wipe every single misfortunes of old
I'd rather face this moment of yes to His call.
Praying to God led me to found the key,
The gist to a rebel who's vault is in an alley.
Dreams of old, faults of such degree
Of burnt, unwrapped -- an ambushed stealing of me.
"What have you done?"
One voice tamed the thousands,
Bring halt the aphonic mimics of who's legit.
Found myself showered w/ crystal-clear tears.
Awaken, tattooed the psyche of self;
Trashes became a view, floating with the unrest ocean.
I hear no breeze nor its whispering fears,
But fear itself, a coated-candy of trampled gears.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Chaos over sleep.
You supply the torches, I'll supply the mob.
This bed's too big for the one of us.
The maggots already ate through the moose, leaving two yellowed-white anchors made of bone to sink into the floor.
Bologna; The meat that lies straight to your face.
The news is getting olds.
Analyzing bags and trashes. Paralyzing eyelashes snap shut, trapping the fly.
Thus, the death of an ego was born.
Reading is kind of like smoking except you don't burn the paper.
The quickest way to burn a bridge is to kiss it.
Don't be a stranger now. I'm strange enough for the both of us.
The ins and outs of the whens and wheres I do and do not belong.
That bar fight with the bathroom door really did a doozy on my eyebrow.
You know I will hunt whatever, you pra(e)y.
Blessed by lowercase god and misspelled Amerika('Merica).
Same message, different bottle.
My dreams are too loud before I fall asleep.
The first possibility that you jump to write off has the highest probability of containing the things that will set you right off.
My teeth may not have any layers of skin left to ride by.
From poverty to profanity; proverbs to insanity.
A serpent a day keeps the apples away.
Growing weary of the definitive abstracts, I curl up somewhat uncomfortably numb in the cracks of the curbs and sidewalks...
And with that the last thought of the night twisted into the air and joined with the wisps of smoke pouring from the final cigarette. The odyssey in mind sends our hero sailing from the shores of "I know how to do it all" into the vast and turbulent waves of "I do it all."
The bird who clipped its own wings.
The Jack of All Trades, the Queen of No Hearts, the King of Nothing, the Ace of Idle. Faceless cards.
Just a chess piece on a checker board. Maybe there's less to figure out than there is to understand.
Always on the brink of making things right. Don't let it slink away in the middle of the night.
I had an uncomfortably close call with life. What some would call a near-life experience. I swear I was inches away from living...
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
he wanted nothing more than her love
and she wanted nothing more than his demise
to him, she was god's dove
while for her, he was the product of the trashes' cries.
yet, she could not explain the feeling in her chest
as it constricted painfully and threateningly
when she saw him enter eternal rest
and he fell to ground, lifelessly.
maybe she didn't love him as much
or at all, even
but she would do anything to crunch
at the chance to enter heaven.
she would enter heaven to claim back trash
because no matter what she words she would say
he had more worth than any cash
as she longs for just one yesterday.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Come to me
I’ll handle your problems
I’ll tell you how much you mean to me
I’ll show you and be with you
A corner of donations
A letter to say I care
One comes and says thank you
I’ll keep you in mind
Another passes but trashes the letter.
Eventually this pattern of take and receive continues
And still not a concern or thank you to him
Days go by which turn into months,
Then years
Until one day he’s not there.
The people question where he has went.
They go down an alley to see him drunk and high
In worry they go to mend to him
In an attempt to save him, they can’t.
He’s taking his last breath and asks for them to read the letter has for every single one of them
It says
“I wish you an amazing day, I hope to see you succeed in many ways.
I hope you make others proud as I have seen you. Smile and keep your head up. I love you and believe in you with everything you do. And we may not know each other well, I want you to know there’s someone who cares for you. No matter what.”
All of them in shock and disgust realizing they took him for granted
Watched him pass away
Never again to be standing.
Though his small letters made an impact that day
It was daily forgotten within a matter of days....
Why? You see, he didn’t matter to the world. He was simply another man to them
Unless he was cared for and seen, unless he made a big name or had a title, he didn’t matter. And neither do I...
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
In a place devoid of love,
In a palace devoid of feelings,
In a house where my tears drop,
In a home where my infancy is lost,
In a land that the guard watches,
In a box that she trashes not,
In a space not reserved,
Not reserved for the lucky,
But friendly for the unlucky,
Not interested in walk the ways,
Where they deserted me in middle.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
The voices inside talks and in multiple highs it trips
In the midst here I passively shout.
The trashes and my internal gossips
Here they are to put me in doubt,
Questioning my existence and the unknown trips.
But you know what, I will stay align and to this I vow
To being uncomfortable and reaching beyond pain
To appreciate this little spark of life and its beauty again and again.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
i am mother nature
i am your home
i gave you shelter
i gave you warmth
i gave you comfort
i gave you food
i gave you water
i gave you air
i gave you everything
i am what you called your safe space
i am where you planted your first flowers
i am what brings you from one place to another
i am where you belong
look around
all you see are pieces of me
my trees
my oceans
my clouds
my land
my entirety
every single action
determines your future
every single action
shapes your environment
every single action
is what makes you
YOU
before doing anything
think twice
think thrice
when all the trees are cut down
when all the oceans are filled with trash
when all the air are unsafe to breathe
when all the land are abandoned
only then you will discover
the importance of mother nature
listen to me
start picking up your trashes
start consuming less plastic
start throwing your garbage properly
start living rightfully
because
if I am kept unhealthy
humans won’t survive
i am here since the earliest of times
i have witnessed the evolution of organisms
i have given birth to various creatures
and
i have seen them died at my own hands
i don’t actually need them
they need me
you need me
if you won’t take care of me
i CAN NOT take care of you
i am not a fragment of your universe
i am your universe
i am inevitable
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
There are days when things are good.
Where you rise
With a sunset lighting up your bones.
You feel big
And your heart is something you love.
And you smile
While the rain trashes against your face like tears that aren't yours.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
Boom here
Boom there
Doom; fear
Hummed tear
Kids orphaned
Man sacrificed
Wanderers shoot dead
But who cares
I’m not safe
I need a place
Where there are no guns
Where there are no bombs
Where the land is green
Where the sky ain’t grey
Where movement is free
Where the air ain’t thick
Yes, I’m leaving
Freedom is what I’m seeking
No, I cannot leave
How about my wife and kids
I once had a home
I was once known
For my wordsmithing and prose
I once had dreams and hope
But now, all is soak
I was once famous and rich
Wealth and nutrition are things I had in reach
Now they’ve all turn to trashes
Burn down to ashes
Are we on route or stray
Wait, is it judgment day?
Ohw, we’re in the midst of war
Our vision for peace is blurred
Our street filled with blood
Homeless sleeping on the street floor
Battered path
Broken shelter
Shattered heart
Hectar sketar
But how do we get here
How do our problems build up to stairs?
Like ghommids, our tears remained constant
Our stomach; filled with fake substance
Because of the hatred we had for ourselves
Our once paradisal home now turned to hell
Because our governments are just bandits of theft
And we have no says in things that we get
Businessman lacks patriotism
Different kind of societal atrocity
Corruption and cultism
Religion tribalism
When will all this stop?
When will salvation come?
God; please free us from this curse
Please save us Lord
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
As winter weather fall like feather
The ashes of my heart trashes me apart
Like nudging the piercing to get a feeling
It makes me pay away
The deeds of my yesterday
It's slow like cancer
And the pain was from your answer
That I can never be your lover
I know I'm just a cover
And this isn't forever
So I'll bit my tongue and bleed
For someday i might succeed
But for now I'll hide this pain
Like wearing a jacket on my pocket
On a rainy season of May
So i crawl down your hall
Out of this place
For i know i have a replace
Just let me take time to call
For what i can only do is slow fall
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
I am not where
I want to be
Neither am I where
I used to be
But in the process of getting to where
God has destined for me
Sometimes I feel like leaving this world
And be at where the trashes are hurled
Sometimes I want to commit suicide
And I know it can't be denied
Then I realize it's better to accept what I see
Than to strive for what may not be
I may not be the best
Among the rest
I am always known
To be alone
I know it's part of God's plan
To lift the ban
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
I penegrate the universes
I search with the masses
With huss and due demises
With raw and hood devices
For a rhyme I’ll use to describe this
A line to fit the verses
To describe my hopes and dreams more wild than huge atlantis
I wanna be a poet that writes with rhythm trances
I wanna be a part of the offspring that wisdom hatches
But I’m surrounded by many trashes
Infact! I’m loosing chances(tactics)
My soul hath an hidden matchet
Rowing-out my weary goal; burning down the **** to ashes
**** all the witches *****
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
I wish I could stop looking at you
And checking where you are
I know I know too much
But trust me this information are unhelpful
They only give me a wonder
Why am I still looking at our story
And why can't I find you anywhere
Including good memories
Hard times
Heart trashes
Places
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC