"trina" poems
In a society full of dead poets, carpe diem became another world you fling from the tip of your tongue, it doesn't mean what it did when we were together, we used to seize the moment together. But since you've left you took my hope and will while you lay lazy using Social society to showcase your new-self, oh you lost weight, good for you, hashtag carpe diem she wrote on everything, well I'm still the same old me, still obsessed with living in the moment, still "obsessed" with you. Hey Trina you wanna know what I've been doing for the past five years while you laid low, that's right ***** I've been searching for you, you say I'm crazy, you up and leave like a day after you promise to stay forever, whose the crazy one huh?, well I finally found your new address, it only took me five years of chasing the wrong name, well I found the right one Nikki, I hope you know five years ain't nothing to me, I hope you know I'll chase you to the edge of the Atlas, dig your grave and pull your body just to be with you, cuz you belong to me. I hope you understand I'm not "obsessed" I'm in love with you. I hope you know I'm in the living room waiting in your house, been here for four hours, came through the back door, man shouldn't be that easy to do this, what you don't plan for intruders beforehand. I hope you read this letter and get a cardiac arrest and if you don't, I got a bullet for your *** *****
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
No ha de apagar su lámpara el poeta,
aunque el fino pincel de la mañana
el desnudo cristal de la ventana
pinte con el azul de su paleta,
sin tejer otra lírica violeta
en la ideal corona que engalana
tu divina cabeza soberana,
por buena, por hermosa y por discreta.
Vaya hacia ti mi ofrenda matutina
en la luz y en el pájaro que trina.
Una dulce mañana te deseo.
Así, mientras te vayas levantando,
verás mi puro corazón vibrando
en un rayo de sol y en un gorjeo.
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Everyday just feels the ******* same
Go to school, come home
I have different life than u
So I tell my main chick its time to go
Vamanos
This dude I’m wit now just isn’t working
Changing up my life style and attitude
You don’t like so Ur gonin…wtf!
Now somebody show me some love
Cause I’m missin something in my life
Come be my pace maker
I’m bout to go all Trina on some of these *******
And I don’t sit back
cause like I said I got a new attitude
I bleed on the inside
And write what ya’ll love on this blank paper
I’m doin me hahaha (fade)
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
I'm still sad that you're gone. It's almost three years now. In two more months, you're supposed to turn 28. You could've been with Trina now. You could've been married. You might even have kids. You loved her very much. We miss you. If I could, I would fly all the way to New Orleans right now, and I would buy you cake, and put it on your grave.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
My heart was broken
And I was afraid to keep going
I couldn't have see the future
That's no joke
Then I found you
And the feeling are true
I have been waiting year to find you
The longer were together
I love you more and more
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Se desgrana un cristal fino
sobre el sueño de una flor;
trina el poeta divino...
¡Bien trinado, Ruiseñor!Bottom oye ese cristal
caer, y bajo la brisa
se siente sentimental.
Titania toda es sonrisa.Shakespeare va por la floresta,
Heine hace un lied de la tarde...
Hugo acompaña la Fiesta
Chez Thérèse. Verlaine ardeen las llamas de las rosas,
alocado y sensitivo,
y dice a las ninfas cosas
entre un querubín y un chivo.Aubrey Beardsley se desliza
como un silfo zahareño;
con carbón, nieve y ceniza
da carne y alma al ensueño.Nerval suspira a la Luna,
Laforgue suspira de
males de genio y fortuna.
Va en silencio Mallarmé.
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Amor mío, el invierno regresa a sus cuarteles,
establece la tierra sus dones amarillos
y pasamos la mano sobre un país remoto,
sobre la cabellera de la geografía.
Irnos! Hoy! Adelante, ruedas, naves, campanas,
aviones acerados por el diurno infinito
hacia el olor nupcial del archipiélago,
por longitudinales harinas de usufructo!
Vamos, levántate, y endiadémate y sube
y baja y corre y trina con el aire y conmigo
vámonos a los trenes de Arabia o Tocopilla,
sin más que trasmigrar hacia el polen lejano,
a pueblos lancinantes de harapos y gardenias
gobernados por pobres monarcas sin zapatos.
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Antique shops
Say lonely words.
I and mine
Are but a patch of grass.
A wheat field
Waving like a
Banner of quiet
Sovereignty:
Empty freedom.
There are a thousand houses,
Homes of a hundred thousand persons.
And I am but one.
How stupid am I?
Oh, how stupid and vein.
That I love, that I hate,
I squander and create,
Worry and worry,
And yet there they are.
They are indifferent.
A family of four.
Cheri is the wife,
Tommy the husband
They have two children,
Lidia and Claudia,
They live a suburban life
Barely baptist and certainly content.
Then there's the Trina family,
And the Radells;
And the Baders;
Haynes, Spencers;
O'Connors, Smiths...
And so many others,
And what amazes me
Is that they just exist.
They are just there!
I can go and see them,
Hear them speak,
And I am in no way a part of them.
Oh! How foolish am I!
I should rip it out,
My passion and motivation,
For what is it worth?
Other than to drive me mad and speechless, driven dumb by the rains of life; by a simple kiss, water's blissful kiss, I am taken over with this feeling.
I am nothing, so be it.
I too, love rain.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
Flauta de sal, ayer; hoy dulce caña
en que ya trina una esperanza nueva
que ni llovizna ni tristura empaña
y ecos de plata por el campo lleva,
Estéril es el valle de la saña,
y nadie más en él sembrar se atreva.
El que dañarme quiera, a sí se daña,
que hasta mi ángel en mi frente abreva.
Ya tengo dulce pecho en qué apoyarme
ya quién la amante sangre quiera darme
y quién, con la ancha sombra de la encina
mi cuerpo y mi heredad proteja fuerte.
Y ya, desafiadora de la muerte
he de subir, cantando, la colina.
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MATURECONTENT
Just a goof I swear*
Call this the Catalina.
Your girl p#### wetter than aquafina
Whispers in my ear how she nastier than Trina
Grabbed me by the d### and swore she'd make me a believer
Then we left the crowd as we headed toward her beamer
Thinking to myself, this girl might be a keeper
Opened up the door,
I see her knees getting weaker
Turned around and told me, how she is a screamer
Cool with me, just gonna cut up the speakers
Both climb aboard, says she wanna play receiver,
I will do the chores, I can be your cleaner
Just call me Stanley Steamer,
now girl drop it down and show me that ******
We f##### so hard I believe I broke a femur
All I heard was SNAP,
Onamotapiea,
Turned so red thought she caught scarlet fever
Looks me in the eyes, and begs I never ever leave her
Read between the lines, I seen her as a deceiver
Then she ****** me dry, nicknamed is over-achiever
Hopped out the whip, said I dont like your demeanor
Frustration made me trip so I threw up a finger
Yelled before I dip, good luck with the gonorrhea
Haven't seen her since and I hope I don't either.
-Ajm
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
Ahora soy zagala que apacenta un rebaño
De estrellas. ¡Dios lo libre de todo mal y daño!
Y si rondan los lobos, y si amaga la peste,
¡Dios haga invulnerable mi rebaño celeste!
Amor que de los cielos dio fuga a las centellas
Para que yo formara mi rebaño de estrellas,
Las piedras de la senda con sus manos alisa
Y pone entre mis labios la flauta de la risa.
-¿.Adónde vas, pastora de mirada encantada?
-Voy a prados de rosas a pacer ni¡ majada.
Y trina, trina, trina la flauta de cristal
Y se apiada la gula del lobo y el chacal.
-Mañana... -Mas, ¿quién piensa de veras en
mañana?
-Tu rebaño de estrellas pastora sobrehumana...
-¡Oh. cállate, profeta! No adelantes el mal.
(Y da una nota falsa la flauta de cristal).
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