"trully" poems
He is trully a brave protector indeed
Neither rain nor shine there he stand
And with the pain of sun and heat
Still he maintains his composure
Everyday he brings hope and protection
As citizen and policeman of this nation
Even if a lack of sleep hinder his stand
Wearing his uniform makes him proud
And later at sunrise he goes home
Looking down on his little angels
Sleeping peacefully in their own dreams
And imagining their bright future
Yet he still sacrifice his life for us
He is trully a brave protector and a father.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
I fear that the voices in my head will get to me.
Lead me into becoming a puppet to their enchanting orders.
The heart that I trusted so much has fled.
I believe it now hides in a cabin,
Hoping that I don't find it.
It seems as if my body, soul and mind have a life of their own.
I wish I could hide the truth but the mirror never lies,
It reflects all my imperfections and how I trully feel inside.
I hate the mess I have become.
I hate what the people think I have become,
A PERFECT IMPERFECTION
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Honey your all i have
My love your all i have
Honey i trully love you so vary much
My love i trully love you so much
Honey you messed up everything
My love why are you screaming at me
Honey im angry at you
My love why are you angry at me
Honey bc you didnt open up to me about your day
My love how can i open up if you just yell and scream at me
Honey you need to open up to me
My love i always will open up
Honey im sorry i screamed at you
My love its okay
Honey are you sure
My love yes
My love no its not you made me cry deeply
Honey
Hone
Honey
Honey
My love what honey you made me cry
Honey
My love ye
Honey im just frustrated about you not telling me whats bothering you
My love you never let me speak you jump to conclusions before i can tell you
My love you my life your my wife i trully love you i will always forgive you
Honey i will not yell at you any more pls forgive me
My love i forgive you
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
I met a person, who’m at first glance I can tell
That I love the way she talks and how her hair smells
As days went by I just couldn’t resist
I told her how I felt, “Thank God you exist”
“I’m sorry”, she replied. “We could still be friends”
“For if we trully fell for each other, it wouldn’t be a happy end”
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
My mom said,
that you're not a good friend,
But i defended you,
because i want to be with you
till the end.
My heart aches,
because of what she said,
Not because it's wrong,
But because of you, who trully aleft.
I always thought that you're my bestfriend,
guess what? I just realized that we reached the end.
Happy to see you with your friends,
Because after all that 6 years of friendship, i will always be your EX bestfriend.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
*True Friends
A long time ago in China there were two friends, one who played the harp skilfully and one who listen skillfully.
When the one played or sang about a mountain, the other would say: "I can see the mountain before us."
When the one played about water, the listener would exclaim: "Here is the running stream!"
But the listener fell sick and died. The first friend cut the strings of his harp and never played again. Since that time the cutting of harp strings has always been a sign of intimate friendship.
From „ Zen flesh, Zen bones“*
the gallery of your luscious qualities
do indeed killing me
there is no one scolding you
like they doing on me
for such nonsenseal guilt, that
i sometimes use imaginary
but alas it happens far seldom
usually i am indeed just infinitely
diminutiv towards your very boldship
the severe prose of life dont
let write astute fantasies
yet my punk *** is vernacular towards
your upperclassed way to speak
its like dog's bark near
your charming chant of melodies
to be befriended with you
yet listen your compliments
I am getting perplexed
cuz i see you stiff giggling on me
you would better doubt me for my narrow horizon
where i type only about hopelessely of resistance
yet about that love is dead
how bore!!
it trully not what may enterntain!
Better I would dont coment and dont write anymore
Better I would skimp this beggarly text
instead only picking nose behind of barricade
and let you hear nix beside my
Perro Semihundido's
WOOF!WOOF!WOOF!
….but, I wrote this lolololong locomotive,
since its obviously my pretty fun to **** off myself
bye
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
Eyes that glow,
Voice of gold,
Lips that kiss
My heart and soul.
Wings that shield,
Hands that love,
Is that smile
Trully real?
Touch of warmth,
Heart of truth,
I don't deserve this stranger's thoughts...
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC
Wisest Wood
The tree limb reaches
In silence it teaches
Some lessons told by peaches
It gives somber knowing
All the while it is bowing
In perfect stillness volumes it speaks
nothing so sturdily rooted streaks
arm of solitude so finely creeks
in winter climes wonder glows so bleak
inspiration swells for those that seek
how perfectly it fits the suroundings
though stationary across fields it goes bounding
it frames the day all with out any sounding
wisest measure trully its grasp outstanding
what else contains such extraordinary? Profundity
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:42 PM UTC
Child, nightmare and dreams
You have them so short, so it seems!
The hardest part is letting go!
Your head says yes and the rest screams no!!
Try to give them right from wrong
Show them how to be strong!
To stand on their own two feet
To be a good person to any they meet!
But sometimes it goes so bad, drugs, drink or they just don't care!
Their demons take over and as parents we have to pay the piper the fare!
You can't say don't give a **** give them the cold shoulder!
Because deep down they're your babies and without them the world is trully colder!!
To lock them up in a safe haven, cotton wool, no monsters in their cupboard you say
Your inside shrinks and your heart shrivels to see them take the wrong road, their way!!
DiD you do your best? Do you love your children enough? Are you still trying to fix things you think you didn't do right?
Me if I could go back in time, I'd be a little strickter, still love them the same, unconditionally just meybe not so busy more in sight!!
Say no when I should've, tell I them I love them, hold them in my arms much much more!!
Meybe then I wouldn't feel such a failure and my heart
wouldn't hurt be so sore!!!!
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
How can I learn to love someone, and not how to love myself?
I'm insanely in love with her.
With her eyes.
With her smile.
With her laugh, her voice, her skin, her hair, her soul.
So why can't I love myself?
Love myself enough to not put myself through the pain my love being unrequited.
Love myself enough to accept that she won't love me.
Love myself enough to stop fooling myself into believing I can make her fall for me.
Love myself enough to give myself some time alone. Trully alone.
How can my heart belong to everyone but myself?
Why do I give myself away for the wrong people?
These questions I've asked myself for years, and still I haven't found the answer to any of them.
She's so important to me, and I know she cares, but not as much as I care for her.
I know it, or at least my mind does.
My heart refuses to understand.
My heart won't let reason take over for as much as a second.
I love her so much.
I'd give it all for her.
So why can't I do the same for myself?
Why can I love her, but not myself?
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
A kid from a cradle
Thrown from an angry wave
Onto a beach where
Sand cuts like glass
I guess thats my story
It didnt always hurt this bad
and believe when I say
all was not once this lost
But, somehow
Through all this accidental ignorance and bluff
Ive surrendered
Ive given in
My beloved,
I understand now
What it is to be beaten into the dark
and im through with hurt
Believe what is trully felt
and never abuse such feeling
For I am half alive still
But I am progress
I am again
I am all love
I am again...
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
It's a number
It's a place
It's a man
It's 11 o'clock
First night
First talk
First kiss
I love you...
First held hands. Tight.
I love you too...
Late night deep talks
Sweetest kisses
Night cuddles
His lips touching hers
It stings and lingers
I love you. It hurts.
You're only mine...
Yes... Always... Forever...
Smiling,
They danced the night away
It's 3 o'clock
Morning kisses
Morning hugs
Morning love
First breakfast
Burning flames
It's warm. Your warmth.
I love you. It hurts.
A goodbye kiss
His lips touching her forehead
Twice
Words left unspoken
Don't leave yet...
I miss you...
She watched
As he walked
Away from her
It's a man
A man inside a heart
A heart that loves trully
By a woman
Who patiently waits
Come back to me
Don't forget about me
I am waiting
A promise is a promise
I am not leaving you
I miss you...
I love you...
That it hurts...
Still...
- Ella Salvador
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
dry cry..
muted scream..
faded pictures of memories..
memories of the days when we were young
when we all got along
where nothing ever seemed to go wrong
where have those days gone?
why have they decided to hide from us?
i would give it all up just so i could go back to them
before this pathetic excuse for a life ends
and i forget what it is like to trully be happy
because lately i have not seen happiness
just anger sadness and stress
why have they decided to hide from us?
it is like a twisted game of hide and go seek
but everyone stopped playing before they found me
sit and wait..
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
and we lay pressed together,
he tries to teach me the dialect
of butterfly kisses,
and being so close,
we are no longer a landscape of two mountains and valleys moving,
but we are one,
and its so warm and comforting to feel his weight as he weighs on me,
and he still needs to be closer,
wrapping compact muscles,
around my stumps for legs,
and he is sticky fingers, that bestow solemn pinky promises,
half attempted secret whispers yelled across the room,
he is a sweet sunrise,
when all you have ever known is the blistering loneliness of night.
He is not afraid to talk and to share his thoughts,
and there are moments, snapshots of my failing infrastructure,
that lashes out at his incessant nature, me willing him to stop.
He discusses my beauty with strangers and mid thought tells me that I am so very beautiful,
and when he says it I believe it.
he falls asleep like one who is proud to tell anyone listening he is 3 and a half he had to add.
i wish he were mine,
mine to keep,
mine to trully love,
but I'm just make believing playing wifey to families,
with no need,
but right now its just
you and me
and the me I am with you,
and in this moment i hold your small 3 year old hands in my hand,
and its enough to be.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
I had an odd dream wherein there was the Love.
The Love that I had never met afore.
The Love where I drew in again, again.
The Love I’ve only heard or not before.
The Love for which the world is not enough.
The Love that makes me bite my lips in full.
The Love that is triumphally triumphed.
My so dreamlike Love and trully thankful.
My Love where is no dirt and falsehood.
The Love which has no other base than love...
But my dream’s passed and I’m left alone with
Alien, so ****** feather-brained Unlove.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
It takes a special person
To teach a child in a class
To keep his attention
In the world that moves so fast.
For every lesson you teach
And inspire us for truth
The knowledge that you give
Guides our youth.
You are that special person
You always gave your best
Since I am your student
My life is trully blessed.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
do not ask me....?
the level, reaction we have...?
we meet, strangers? but..?
trully happy to see you, speak,
like we know each other....?before?
life is hard, hurtfull, not fair and yet beautiful, amazing!
glad to see you in the flesh, it did me good!
xxxxxx
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Frozen in the ice
I wish to speak to you
I long to touch you
You see the cold eyes
Of a man who’s been cursed
To losing his wants
And you turn to leave
Standing there, you take one glimpse
Of the frost demon
But quickly you exit
Shying away from icy touch
Too wise to stay here
My eyes follow you
Until they can see no more
The muse of my voice
Crushed and depressed,
Not able to make change to
The situation.
But time does remind
Of what fools humans can be
And one does think
Of all the mistakes
A man can make in his life is
To hold on too long
And maybe I can’t
Speak the words you want to hear
But maybe that’s good
You never did tell
Me what you did trully want
Nor will you ever
Maybe the lesson
Here is that I am the fool
From love’s avarice
In thinking wrongly
It was my fault you had left.
You do like the cold
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
as memories,
pieces of paper,
all attached by some invisible string
so delicate,
so tangible,
these are the pieces of my life
all carefully arranged; away from a narrative
like verses in a poem
they can stand alone but mean so much more together
trully grasping my soul
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
Within The Heart Of The Rose
The blush enfolds the richest glosamor at the tip of your fingers that’s where the wonder lingers but
thats just the outward adorning go within to depths go beyound the veil you have ventured into nature’s
sacred dwelling cool night mysteries rest until the suns warmth leaves a fragrant excited exposoion that
ever so gently wafs into the consiscus vessitudes that draw a myrid reponses the creeking tree over the
vale this loving tale decribes its host ultimate tender nature so fragil a degign with pedels that there
greatest strength seems to be in the pixel colors they produce tilted forever in spectaculars arraying the
gradual play of light ever so softly engages delightful excitement would I speak of love then I must call
your name nothinng else is so fitting spill forth emotional waves they trully never languish they would
only slightly touch the water suface then from this enrichment go forth speaking all that lovers
demand and long for it trully resides in the heart of a Rose
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
I admit I'm not perfect,
but you're still here with me to protect
No words can explain,
the happiness I gain
With you I'm feeling blessed,
'cause you're trully the best.
11/22/15
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
I would really love to phone you on a Tuesday night
To have a cold one or you invite me for a bite
Or spend a day with your mom, dad and you!
Christ child what the hell did you do???
You took a very special person away
And made my life seem really grey!
I want to meet you again and ask you why?
And give your parents answers so they won't cry!!
I want to punch you and scream
Why did you take away your dream!!!!
My questions can't be answered, heaven is not close so I can't ask
But sometimes my anger at you is huge and I want to take you to task! !!!
It's allready 2 years and soon you should have a birthday and be twentysix!
Everybody still thinks of you, misses you and for **** sake this I can't fix!!!!!
The frustration is big and the pain doesn't go, but we have to live with it!
I will meybe forgive, but never forget and find a place where you WILL fit!
I see your father, mother and brother and see there lives are half broken
I want to help them, I want to find the magic not the half crap token
The words, be strong life goes on!
No it doesnt for you, you are gone!!
I moved house because of the memories, I felt lost, I couldn't handle it!!!!!!!
I trully wish your family could do that, but they can't and it kills me to see them sit!!!
There hearts are crushed and mine burns
Tomorrow comes and the g'd **** world turns!
Things happen in my life and I want tell and to share
And one of life lessons is life is not fair!
So the big question is why did you take yourself away from us? Why did you do it??????
We won't be able to answer that yet or never! G'd **** idiot ****** hell! ! ****
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
finding our way back again. to what? this is a steep question. I am drawing this map of words, today we should speak of what is, the roots of words, this silence their soil, these words vehicle for the inexpressible. Gaza strip, day 52, Jordan foreign ministery says Israel is busy with genocide. what else is trully new, for sure not pain, a fundamental law unrecognized by physics. the paradox of time that goes deeper into words when we feel them. the center cannot support itself exposed in cruel eyes. fall and rise of a time we lived in sometime like in a house with no windows. reality is and is not in the same spacetime simply unreachable, untraceable, incomprehensible. someone speaks in a low voice, another speaks more with the eyebrows. the door opens to the dance of life, and who is riding the dance. brave minds and collapsed bodies, I didn't want to be here today, she says. one feels disgusted by the expulsion from eden. I am looking for the secret garden where the mind of the body grows, but I don't know it. I am looking for a theory of absence. this is a story about the impossibility of story. we have to listen and forget so that life goes on
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 2:03 PM UTC
Vision of Love
They have memorial walls for fallen soldiers there needs to be a rock wall a memoral for lost
love with exquisite tranlucent paint take trebling hand pick up the brush let the inward brokeness
guide your brush strokes all that see her face will know the haunting pleasure that speaks bluntly
of imeasurable thoughts that were built from peace and it alone holds pathos are not tears and
hurts bound to the wall when you gave your all your eyes show the starry incomprinsible
knowing this was all of lifes searching bestowed in one human form it emits this emotional
content wave after wave indisoulble atraction that was binding in one but just a wisp of an echo
of feet departing that is potrayed and is plainly seen crestfallen heart does bleed on this outer
stone now the cracking lines separate but in doing so makes for a greater lasting whole it dosen’t
deminish her beauty fair only in this does glory flare in spite of erarthen decay life it tells in a
binding spell does aliveness know bounds stuctures that call all elements of life sea ward scapes
trees on mountan vistas the deepest sweetewst medows are aglow when I touched her arm that
once held me tight in embrace now the airy wind tells of it as just a mystery but oh to me it is the
cooing of the dove it was what I invested my all in love for a time it was reality living breathing
unspoken tenderness flowed sweet as wine a nector aged in the divine heart of promise and it
was mine now sweetest torture looks out on me from a rock wall if I were God I wouldd crush it
to powder and make her come to life only for me but who wants a slave with out will or thought
that’s not the materail or value of love it must be freely given by this device joy trully could pour
from rock and love spill on this dead broken life if it could only be so restoration from heaps of
tallied days longings with out end the chrushing continues this soul must live on recalections
a smile frozen in time a voice that was as cool as the dewy morn that called me to brightest day
where ever I go I am under her watchful eye the rocks are sure they are my peaceful cure for her
love that I lost by this know that true love never dies it just planitivly sighs over days and years
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 3:34 AM UTC
What infinte pleasure I live in.
Finding joy and delight in my ever twist and turn.
The impurity of the world delights me.
Death and torture have begun to tease me.
Like *********** to a growing child.
What sweet ecstasy the macabre expounds to me.
It seems all I want in the world are tools to make my life harder.
It's to easy to come by happiness in this state.
I was made for this world.
Sent by god to enjoy the evilest of her spoils.
I am a gift to all that is disgusting on earth.
Like a tree I clean the air of agony.
This is done by stuffing my face with it.
Ooh how beautiful blood trully is.
But your to busy feeling joy to admire this.
I pitty the stupidity of the emotionally and mentally sane.
I wonder what lies they were told that make them feel whole.
Do they not see the fire beneath their feet.
Do they not feel the heat burn through their souls.
Or am I blessed with a sadness that helps me feel true emotions.
I am a parasite that spreads disease.
However I spread it only to those in need of me.
I engrave my skin with all my sins.
Then whisper sweet nothings to a dead tree.
Often I spread ink filled with my dreams all over screens.
Oh what a creep I seem to be.
You dream of love.
I dream of lust.
Yet I am called a foul.
In truth only one of these lies from the world we live in can come true.
But you carry on pining for the wrong one.
You still have dreams.
But somehow hate the idea of a neverending sleep.
What a fool you are to wish you can be better.
When you can always wish not to be.
How can you fear the wrath of a deity that won't even let you be.
Do you really live when you fear death.
Or do you breathe bubbles of oxygen in your watery web of lies.
Continuing to tell yourself untruths in order to feel alive.
It's sad how trully depressed you are don't you think.
You won't feel this truth for it's a mirror you refuse to see your ****** through.
I wonder how vulnerable you feel knowing I know to much about you.
You'll probably look me in the eyes and hold back tears.
Even if you do I know and enjoy the thought that I have violated you.
You are putty in my hands.
All because I know you beg for a better person to notice you.
But they won't.
Infact they never do.
You are nothing and everyday you try to forget.
But your inferiority is my truth so I own it.
You are are ugly beyond compare.
So ugly that you cry unprovoked for hours and hours wishing your life would end.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC