"trew" poems
connected with love
there lais the ****
and itchi
as a dard , a poisonous
and **** pain
love is a heartbreak,
pain is refreshing,
as an addicted to feel,
don't specting but pain
and spittings, then the suffering,
after all happens, they love me, back
after the hurt, i don't look back,
used to , feeling their
love,
after i'm trew
like an insomniac,
feeling the love
after the hurt
like a heartless man,
specting some brave femme,
that holds mi hand,
DURING,
not after is over,
AFTER THE SPITS
AND THE HATE,
y never look back.
c'est tout c'est tout.
but love is all over
after i clean my face
i can't feel it no more,
pride or wise,
who knows , who .
no regrets, im lucky ,
for trie to love,
maybe is not love , is
only passion, and pain,
like a ****** or a fool
who knows, could i love her
yes
should i love her
NO
respect and
compassion,
are essential,
should i no, could i,
maybe i can't, not being
is a curse, in some way
not being was my cruce,
and can't use it as a crutch
and my curse sting like the bugs
for the creeps system,
like a cyborg, with a camera, in my eye,
and a phone, in my ear and my ***
maybe cyborgs,
can't be loved , in
the right time, or
cowardness winns,and
is a rule, in the circles of
hate, some wankers are.
some peace and
privacy, would be cool
my life is like nutshell
the only one of y kind
no common points, all alone
nothing cost, all is easy,
love, even hate, physics,
and humanity, more human
than humans.
in the end, love
probes he's there,
watching, threw his strings,
should i could i
who knows, who knows
connected, and painful
is the road,
LOOKING SOMETHING
SWEET, AS STRAWBERRY
MARMALADE,
ON HER **** BODY
but is only pain
what's left, and the spits
on my face. should i
maybe, but i can't.
after all the pain,
and the smile, on
the creeps faces,
but connected is the pain,
with the trie to love,
but i can't love the spits
on my face.
could i, who knows who knows.
pride or wise, love o hate,
respect is essential,
in everything, love or hate.
respect is what's left, should
y love the one who help that ****
pride or wise, who knows
respect is all is left.
respect is love,
pain is not, and know
is all what's left.
sweet and itchi
**** *** hell,
like the venom,
of the snake ,
is that old,
**** heart pain.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
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@@ you @@
@@ trew out @@
@@ his heart like @@
@@ a stone clogging your @@
@@ green field of dreams @@
@@ i found it cracked open on @@
@@ my yellow brick road @@
@@ wouldn't you know @@
@@ it was an amethyst @@
@@ GEODE @@
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Written by Bad Baby
When I look up above the sky
I see you paint it as you fly
With lines of poison that you trew
You take away my skies of blue
And when it rains it falls on me
The leaves, the trees, we die you see
Why do you **** us from up above?
Down here on earth
there's so much LOVE
They're not your skies
to take the blue
I told The Father, He always knew
So now, you know, you cannot hide
For what you sprayed up in my sky
Bad Baby
(C) 8/6/2015
Posted by SoulSurvivor
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I burned my fingers
On you
But more than that
On how much I trusted you
Hell it wasn't just the fingers
It was fingers all the way
To my elbows
And my bare feet
All the way to my knees
Such was my trust in you
And in my own estimation
Of who you are.
There's never just one to blame
It's always the two
I guess I trew myself at you
And that's fine
But it would take forever
For me to do it again
With full confindence
That you'd catch me.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
His fingertips, stroking my face.
My hands, trew his hair.
His arms, around my waist.
My body, pushed against his.
His breath, loudly in my neck.
My eyes, looking into his soul.
His lips, tasting my love.
Thats what I imagine how real love will feel like anyways.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
Scrolling through all the pictures
We took of ourselves
All up to no good
What kind other shenanigans
Could we still have gotten
Ourselves in?
For each insult
We had a laugh
For each injustice
We had a sarcastic remark
The memories flow through me
The pain inflicted upon us
And all the tears that flowed
As a result of chaos.
We broke rules and vows
The vows friends make
We broke each other's hearts
And we broke mindsets
Only to glue them back together
In the right order this time.
*But beneath this all
There was something deeply personal and unrelated...*
I trew a rock and an insult
Through the glass
That protected your ivory tower
I hated you for all the wrong reasons
And barricated myself in
For all the right reasons
But then when I lost
The will and the strength
To go through all the details again
The continuous rambling that goes through my brain
I found myself disarmed
In the fact that when it comes down to it
I just got my heart broken
And threw in my own windows
In the process of it all
Because I couldn't break any more of yours
The screams of pain
And the tears of sorrow
Have emerged from beneath the anger
And I have nothing left
To arm myself with against you.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
I once heard there is a city
Where everyone has a different color
And you could see a light green boy
Or a deep purple lady
Walking down the street.
So I bought myself a ticket
To color city, just one way
Today I bought myself a ticket
And trew off all my shame.
I want to show my colors freely
In the city where they're okay.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
GOLDEN DAYS GONE BY
JONALYN CAJEFE
It was good to hear you laugh again
When i called you on the phone
For it took me back to days gone by
When the bushland was our home.
The bush became our homestead
It mothered us as well
And we would laugh each day away
Till the years began to tell.
Remember the station truck we bogged
In the middle of the night?
When you stepped in a muddy hole
And sank right out of sight.
The time that my bike's trew me
And i landed on my head?
You stood around without a sound
Quite sure that i was dead.
But i slowly raised a dusty eyelid
And gave you a silly grin
Then you cracked a joke and caught the moke
And legged me on again.
The time when a young bull chased me
And i stumbled and fell
Then it kicked me and it horned me
And stomped on me as well.
Or the day when we took that bucker
To the soft sand in the creek
Then ******** the two of us climbed on
We laugh for a ****** week.
Remember when we met those Sheila's
In a pub whilst on a spree?
We said we owned a station
In the Northern territory.
That i was a young lord so and so
And you some Arab princess
But i dont think they believed us
For we haven't seen em since.
Or when we loaded our bike's up our pack
Getting ready for a trip
And a great red hornet came along
And stung her on the hip.!
Our swags and bags all went flying
Straight up towards the sky
And ive never seen a bucker since
That could buck so ****** high.
Yes they were good old days alright!
Those golden days gone by
When we were mates together
Yeahh ****** good mates
You and I...
~J. C~
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC