"unchangeably" poems
She kept her songs, they kept so little space,
The covers pleased her:
One bleached from lying in a sunny place,
One marked in circles by a vase of water,
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,
And coloured, by her daughter -
So they had waited, till, in widowhood
She found them, looking for something else, and stood
Relearning how each frank submissive chord
Had ushered in
Word after sprawling hyphenated word,
And the unfailing sense of being young
Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein
That hidden freshness sung,
That certainty of time laid up in store
As when she played them first. But, even more,
The glare of that much-mentionned brilliance, love,
Broke out, to show
Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how
It had not done so then, and could not now.
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If I must go to heaven’s end
Climbing the ages like a stair,
Be near me and forever bend
With the same eyes above me there;
Time will fly past us like leaves flying,
We shall not heed, for we shall be
Beyond living, beyond dying,
Knowing and known unchangeably.
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I have had it all big little tall small I mean **** I have had them all
But I must have not checked the menu I must wasn’t looking hard
Cause **** oh **** I didn’t know that you was on the call
I didn’t know if I stead fast held out and waited a bit
That I would get you for dessert I lick my lips
Knowing that you r my meal my dessert and appetizer too
I would have never ate anything if I knew I could have had you
Now in real terms no side bars
I’m trying to figure out how I got out my war
How I seem to have danced my way to you
How some one so young can make grey skies blue
I don’t seem to understand how our connection have become
Not even how I’m begging you to be my number one
Two three and four my one and only other ******* get locked doors
You r phenomenal one of a kind
A majestic thing that has been in my mind
You r what people fantasize for and never to come true
My girl my heart my love my boo
I laugh at your past and daze in your future
knowing that the sickness of lack of love I can cure ya
I await the day to show you that even small dreams come true
Because wanting faithfulness love honesty and respect should have been giving to you
And that’s along time ago may I add
I swear girl I love you you’re the best you do the math
My heart ..one …yours entwine…two… a true love that never dies
divided by our haters because we have a few that’s no lie
I speak forever the existence of time the knowledge of knowing that the girl is mine
Is all I need to smile while drinking on wine
Even if all failed in my life I still could chill because I would know the love I share with you is past real
It is the unrealistic knowledge of a love beyond our time made for us
hoping one day besides a friendship love would fill our cup
One thing you heard a lot but I can say is true
Is genuinely realistically knowingly and unchangeably I love you
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:52 PM UTC
I have had it all big little tall small I mean **** I have had them all
But I must have not checked the menu I must wasn’t looking hard
Cause **** oh **** I didn’t know that you was on the call
I didn’t know if I stead fast held out and waited a bit
That I would get you for dessert I lick my lips
Knowing that you r my meal my dessert and appetizer too
I would have never ate anything if I knew I could have had you
Now in real terms no side bars
I’m trying to figure out how I got out my war
How I seem to have danced my way to you
How some one so young can make grey skies blue
I don’t seem to understand how our connection have become
Not even how I’m begging you to be my number one
Two three and four my one and only other ******* get locked doors
You r phenomenal one of a kind
A majestic thing that has been in my mind
You r what people fantasize for and never to come true
My girl my heart my love my boo
I laugh at your past and daze in your future
knowing that the sickness of lack of love I can cure ya
I await the day to show you that even small dreams come true
Because wanting faithfulness love honesty and respect should have been giving to you
And that’s along time ago may I add
I swear Lhana I love you you’re the best you do the math
My heart ..one …yours entwine…two… a true love that never dies
divided by our haters because we have a few that’s no lie
I speak forever the existence of time the knowledge of knowing that the girl is mine
Is all I need to smile while drinking on wine
Even if all failed in my life I still could chill because I would know the love I share with you is past real
It is the unrealistic knowledge of a love beyond our time made for us
hoping one day besides a friendship love would fill our cup
One thing you heard a lot but I can say is true
Is genuinely realistically knowingly and unchangeably I love you
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 9:21 AM UTC
A true friend is one who sticks to you through thick or thin unconditionally. Someone you can always bank upon even in the times of adversities. They are often your best critics just for the sake of your own betterment. They don’t mind being right in your face and telling you where are you actually going wrong. In the words of Francois de La Rochefoucauld, “A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.” A true friend loves you for what you are and not what you ought to be. A true friend should always be cherished. A true friend knows you in and out and is always there to back you even while you are up against the odds. According to William Penn, “A true friend freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.”
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
I guess I feel the need to linguistically,
like poetry,
express everything that's wrong with me
emotionally,
and I guess that ironically,
canonically,
almost comically,
that led to my downfall in all honesty...
I promise me
we're meant to be,
cosmically,
and things change allegedly,
but it seems to me
you swore to me
you'd let it be,
and truthfully,
the way you did that was painfully,
unchangeably,
not how I meant it to be...
And all of that won't change, you see,
that I love you unequivocally,
in a way most strangely,
and unmistakeably
the joy in me,
and the suffering
you're causing me...
I regret my attempt to anonymously,
incriminatingly,
express my need
in light of the unexplainably
vivid heartache it's caused me,
But who's to pay the price but me?
Who but I is eligible, conveniently?
To be,
Accidentally,
The ****
to your Germany?
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
I don't know what I want to do
Or where I want to be
I don't have a talent to present
Or any hidden, untapped meaning.
I've a million stories I won't write
A thousand words I'll never sing
I've ambition I'll never fulfill
A hundred dreams I won't attempt to reach.
The world is filled with kids like me
Just falling
Falling
Falling into harsh reality.
I don't have motivation to do so much as breathe
Without a billion carcinogens in my bloodstream
I don't have courage to change any issues
Or even to get myself completely clean.
I've dozens of wishes I'll never acknowledge
Tens of millions of amazing, impossible things
I've tons of cravings I'll never bother to sate
Billions upon billions of ignored yearnings.
The world is filled with kids like me
Smile then cry when no one's looking
Earth is overflowing with trash like me
Break then repair; lather, rinse, repeat.
I don't have a personality that will make me affable
Or money to buy the friends I won't make
I don't have a face that invites company
Or the right words to make someone stay.
I've pitiful little aside from boredom to offer
Save violent, unstable considerations
I've nothing to give and nothing to take
Except fake, plastic conversation.
The world is filled with kids like me
Chained with a promise to life and living
The world is filled with **** like me
Not quite alive, not quite surviving.
Promises and promises and promises and lies
Survival and survival and ten billion failed tries
Cross my heart, cross my fingers, and hope to die
Deja vu of a hundred or two that have lived this life.
Smiles and frowns and laughter and tears
Slamming against the puzzle of earth, desperate to fit
Useless and exhausted and unchangeably nameless
Selling souls to life with a promise to live it.
The world is filled with kids like me
Whatever happens, come good or bad, we'll be here
The world is brimming with tumbleweed dreams
Cloudy skies, cloudy eyes, but the mixture is clear.
I've sworn to let them all go before I consider leaving
I've prayed they'll release me in a decade and felt so guilty
I've promised never to hurt them like I've so recently seen
But I'm marking down the days as they morph into weeks.
The world is filled with kids like me
Jittery and anxious for the day they are free
The world is crammed with lying, stinking **** like me
Bound with promises of survival and surviving.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC