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Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Municipal Gum
Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the poem. Oodjeroo, is advocating for her people and all things wronged by the controlling behaviour of the Europeans. Rhetorical questions are used to provoke thought and to stimulate a pre-determined response. “What have they done to us?” They have “castrated, broken… strapped and buckled” and ultimately changed things to a point that they cannot be fixed. In conclusion, Municipal Gum is a poem about the constrictions and change that the European invaders forced upon the Aboriginal community and the environment she believes that the Europeans have deemed themselves ever powerful and practice their power in a manner that is immoral.
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I want to sneak up behind you and grab you I want to slowly unbutton you blouse as I kiss the back of your neck I want to undo your bra, exposing your perfect ******* I want to kiss your neck and **** on your ear as I slide one finger up and down your ***** slit and oinch your rock hard ******* I want to rub your **** making your body vibrate I want to **** tease your ****** with my tongue before ******* your amazing **** as I slide my finger slowly inside you I want to lay you down and feed you my throbbing **** as i continue to slide my finger deeper and faster, rubbing your **** until you explode I want to rub your juices all over your ******* and areola and ******* as I continue to slide my **** down your throat until I explode down your throat I want to slide between your legs and seperate your ***** lips with my fingers before I slide my tongue slowly inside you I want to continue to lick your sweet ***** making your body quiver and your back arch as I alternate between licking, lapping and ******* I want to slide one finger inside your tight ***** feeling your muscles tighten around my finger and one finger in your tight *** as I focus all my attention on your **** with my masterful tongue, lapping soft and slow, then hard and fast until I feel you ready to explode I want to **** your **** just as you begin to ****** and your bury my head into your sweetness, nearly drowning me in your juices I want to stand over you and slide my throbbing **** up and down your ***** slapping your **** with my swollen head I want to look you deep in your eyes as I slowly enter you, becoming one with you, rubbing your **** as I continue to pump myself deep inside you, watching your amazing **** bounce with each ****** I want to kiss you passionately as **** you hard and slow until you *** all over my pulsating **** I want to stand up, taking you by your hair and put you on your knees so you can taste your ***** juices off of me I want to bend you over and slide my hard **** deep inside you from behind as I spread your *** cheeks and lightly spank your beautiful *** I want to tease your *** with my thumb as I **** you slowly from behind I want to work my thumb into your *** as I begin to **** you deeper and harder until I grab your hips and pound your doggie style until I feel you ready to *** again I want to explode with you, filling your ***** with my load as you continue to cream all over my **** I want to collapse onto the bed with you, wrapped in each others arm, completely naked and satisified, until.... 26
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
I Want You
I want to sneak up behind you and grab you I want to slowly unbutton you blouse as I kiss the back of your neck I want to undo your bra, exposing your perfect ******* I want to kiss your neck and **** on your ear as I slide one finger up and down your ***** slit and oinch your rock hard ******* I want to rub your **** making your body vibrate I want to **** tease your ****** with my tongue before ******* your amazing **** as I slide my finger slowly inside you I want to lay you down and feed you my throbbing **** as i continue to slide my finger deeper and faster, rubbing your **** until you explode I want to rub your juices all over your ******* and areola and ******* as I continue to slide my **** down your throat until I explode down your throat I want to slide between your legs and seperate your ***** lips with my fingers before I slide my tongue slowly inside you I want to continue to lick your sweet ***** making your body quiver and your back arch as I alternate between licking, lapping and ******* I want to slide one finger inside your tight ***** feeling your muscles tighten around my finger and one finger in your tight *** as I focus all my attention on your **** with my masterful tongue, lapping soft and slow, then hard and fast until I feel you ready to explode I want to **** your **** just as you begin to ****** and your bury my head into your sweetness, nearly drowning me in your juices I want to stand over you and slide my throbbing **** up and down your ***** slapping your **** with my swollen head I want to look you deep in your eyes as I slowly enter you, becoming one with you, rubbing your **** as I continue to pump myself deep inside you, watching your amazing **** bounce with each ****** I want to kiss you passionately as **** you hard and slow until you *** all over my pulsating **** I want to stand up, taking you by your hair and put you on your knees so you can taste your ***** juices off of me I want to bend you over and slide my hard **** deep inside you from behind as I spread your *** cheeks and lightly spank your beautiful *** I want to tease your *** with my thumb as I **** you slowly from behind I want to work my thumb into your *** as I begin to **** you deeper and harder until I grab your hips and pound your doggie style until I feel you ready to *** again I want to explode with you, filling your ***** with my load as you continue to cream all over my **** I want to collapse onto the bed with you, wrapped in each others arm, completely naked and satisified, until.... 26
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*Lord, let them see me as a fool If only You’ll undo me Take pride and self and rights away But beckon me come to Thee If failing is what humbles me If falling is what breaks me Then let me fall and fail and faint Just come, possess and take me You are the One my soul desires There is none other for me So bring the storms, the trials, the woes For in those best I know Thee You see the pain my heart requires To mold and make me like Thee So send the fires which please You most I will not fear what strikes me I trust Your goodness and Your grace They shall not ever fail me You hide my life safe in Your grasp Though hell’s worst fiends assail me You’ve chosen me as Your own child A treasure ‘cause You found me You’ve named me Your beloved bride With glory You’ll soon crown me!*
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
Blessed Brokenness
Where are your wings now? How can they save you now? Left alone, barely able to stand on your own two feet. You walk a thousand miles down a dirt road finding hunger along the way. You drink a gallon of water for the first time so everything in the world stops and leaves you breathless. You can't believe the feeling of pain and dwell in sorrow over something, you can't control. You set the world on fire but never knew how to use a match. Now you're a nomad dreaming of meeting someone who will help you put out the flames but instead, everyone glares at you while walking around in their ashes. And if you knew what you know now nothing would have changed, and everything would be in its place. You wish to undo what has been done but you have a heavy soul surrounded by mountains and oceans. So let the sun die down and let the morning pour in hope of anew to come. You used to be a beautiful angel but now your grace has been ripped out. Now you're a human with ***** feet, a hard soul, broken wings, and scarred and cut skin you wish to just be left behind. Let the wind take you and lead you across the winding roads, into the hands, you solely search for to help and to hold. The only hands that can make you feel whole and holy, even without a halo.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
Human
I just wanna make you wet Rub my **** on your **** till that ***** fire is lit Feel my breath on your skin as we begin I am sin I will win Passion spills from within Let me fill I am real my hard **** will thrill Undo your seal with my drill..inhibitions I **** Let us fuck..It is what we were created to do Me and you..feel my ***** when I'm inside of you Kiss your lips Lick your neck **** positioned and set Slide deep inside wetness my guide As we pound..love the sound..grunting while I wiggle it around Find your spot..make it hot...squirming from my **** Let it go from your soul..lose total control Feel you gush..As I crush your ******** rush I am lust you can trust..till I turn to dust Created to fuck..to **** you I must....
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
Wet
I’m sick of hearing my life’s a haiku. I’m into magic, love, and other sorts of things that are typically voodoo. I’m half ***** from a half assed absent African baby boomer brat. I’m half white trash. Here’s a well formed of dried tears turned into something to sooth my canine teeth. It tastes like Moonshine. I can’t swim anymore, so I’m here drowning in a concrete pool. Always, I look for the hell in you. I sharpen my boot knife for ****** assault protection. The first swipes for the plus 200,000 in counting. The seconds for the 66 percent underreported. The lasts for me, the 29 percent victims aged 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, and 12. We have a higher rate of risking everything. For depression x3. For committing suicide x4. For post traumatic stress disorder x6. For alcohol abuse x13. For drug abuse x26. You all think I’m crazy, I’m not. I sometimes get called stupid, ugly, ***** and thot. I’m in pain, in sorrow. I can’t help it. He did it. No one can undo it. What do we do about it? I wont scream, I won't cry. I’ll ask how he’s doing with glitter and tears in the corner of my eye. And after he's done molesting me, "Want to go grab some coffee or tea?" Personally, I like the cafe down the street. They sell good brunch with amazing croissants. And after this is over, I’d ask him how it was while he turned me over.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
//Modest Proposal
Really? Well, don’t be, because it doesn’t help to be sorry. Sorry doesn’t change it. Sorry doesn’t make it go away. Sorry doesn’t “undo” what’s already been done. Sorry doesn’t erase my memory. Sorry doesn’t take away the searing pain in my chest. Sorry ***** I don't want your pity or to hear that no child should ever have to endure what I did. Because **** happens. It happened to me …it happens to millions of other kids. Shoulda…woulda…coulda… You’re right – I do have so much going for me. I have an education, a career, financial security – the beautiful house w/the picket fence, the 2 kids and the dogs. And it’s all a huge sham! You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl. And that’s what I’m to be commended for??? That doesn’t make me special. I should be commended because I have an education? Things could sure be a lot worse, huh? I could be a crack ***** living on the street with 10 kids in foster care, unable to afford therapy even if I wanted to go. I could be like “them”. Wow! I’m so awesome. Yay for me! Kudos to the smart chick that spent years being molested by her father and ACTUALLY made something of her life. It’s a miracle! It’s all such a sham – a dog and pony show. Smoke and Mirrors, my dear! Put on a stylish outfit, and paste on a cheerful smile, and everyone thinks you have it all together….. No one would ever know different. You wouldn’t have known. If I’d have kept my big fat mouth shut!!!!! I should have known better….I should have sat down and weighed the risks, possible opportunities, the roadblocks the problems, and definitely a cost analysis of plan A – trying to work through the ******** of the past, B – continue to live in denial, C – **** myself. …. That’s what a smart business woman would have done. And after all, I’m super smart, huh? A real genius!
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way.”
Really? Well, don’t be, because it doesn’t help to be sorry. Sorry doesn’t change it. Sorry doesn’t make it go away. Sorry doesn’t “undo” what’s already been done. Sorry doesn’t erase my memory. Sorry doesn’t take away the searing pain in my chest. Sorry ***** I don't want your pity or to hear that no child should ever have to endure what I did. Because **** happens. It happened to me …it happens to millions of other kids. Shoulda…woulda…coulda… You’re right – I do have so much going for me. I have an education, a career, financial security – the beautiful house w/the picket fence, the 2 kids and the dogs. And it’s all a huge sham! You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl. And that’s what I’m to be commended for??? That doesn’t make me special. I should be commended because I have an education? Things could sure be a lot worse, huh? I could be a crack ***** living on the street with 10 kids in foster care, unable to afford therapy even if I wanted to go. I could be like “them”. Wow! I’m so awesome. Yay for me! Kudos to the smart chick that spent years being molested by her father and ACTUALLY made something of her life. It’s a miracle! It’s all such a sham – a dog and pony show. Smoke and Mirrors, my dear! Put on a stylish outfit, and paste on a cheerful smile, and everyone thinks you have it all together….. No one would ever know different. You wouldn’t have known. If I’d have kept my big fat mouth shut!!!!! I should have known better….I should have sat down and weighed the risks, possible opportunities, the roadblocks the problems, and definitely a cost analysis of plan A – trying to work through the ******** of the past, B – continue to live in denial, C – **** myself. …. That’s what a smart business woman would have done. And after all, I’m super smart, huh? A real genius!
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Approaching the end of night I woke with stars in the sky and your skin kissed by moonlight. In this quiet time, quite some time goes by as my universe comes to life It is you, Precious you Resolving to Revolve to. It is you. This, I can't undo. Couldn't break this bond. Energy So strong Tugs at my core And keeps me in your orb. Always watching you, Ever falling into you.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
star
Raised in this floating world, forever deep. You can’t drain the ocean Decidedly from down south of here You can’t un-trace the roots. You can’t lie and say, “This isn’t where I grew up” You can’t deny the fruits of what was planted two generations ago when your grandpatents arrived from the Philippines, seeds in tow soil for the taking You can’t confiscate what they claimed when they planted their flags into the moon-white sand of a beach in Florida on a far side of the planet their forefarthers have never seen You can’t say those flags weren’t there when wind came You can't ***** out that pride of country, cut off its native tongue and its acquired taste, or pass up the plate of fried lumpia and rice passed down from the kitchen of your Daddylol feeding seven kids day in and out with tomatoes he planted, chickens he raised, Malonggay leaves he grew with thumbs so green they wrote in the papers about it He was a farmer Your grandmother, a nurse And i was writer And this is our story You can’t erase the letters of your name, your lineage written all over it like a map of everywhere we been You can’t take back the words in Tagalog and Chavacano your Lola Shirley must have sang your mother to sleep with You can’t take their dreams You can't just wake up one day and undo the ripple effects their moves created across waters 10,000 miles east of here, the rolling waves they curled into or the faraway shores they washed up upon Bottled messages in hand Our legends held within You can’t say centuries from now that they won’t feel it when their feet hit the sand of their own frontier beside the waves we stayed making a history written in deep water for those who come after you to sail above and beyond.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
Going North
Raised in this floating world, forever deep. You can’t drain the ocean Decidedly from down south of here You can’t un-trace the roots. You can’t lie and say, “This isn’t where I grew up” You can’t deny the fruits of what was planted two generations ago when your grandpatents arrived from the Philippines, seeds in tow soil for the taking You can’t confiscate what they claimed when they planted their flags into the moon-white sand of a beach in Florida on a far side of the planet their forefarthers have never seen You can’t say those flags weren’t there when wind came You can't ***** out that pride of country, cut off its native tongue and its acquired taste, or pass up the plate of fried lumpia and rice passed down from the kitchen of your Daddylol feeding seven kids day in and out with tomatoes he planted, chickens he raised, Malonggay leaves he grew with thumbs so green they wrote in the papers about it He was a farmer Your grandmother, a nurse And i was writer And this is our story You can’t erase the letters of your name, your lineage written all over it like a map of everywhere we been You can’t take back the words in Tagalog and Chavacano your Lola Shirley must have sang your mother to sleep with You can’t take their dreams You can't just wake up one day and undo the ripple effects their moves created across waters 10,000 miles east of here, the rolling waves they curled into or the faraway shores they washed up upon Bottled messages in hand Our legends held within You can’t say centuries from now that they won’t feel it when their feet hit the sand of their own frontier beside the waves we stayed making a history written in deep water for those who come after you to sail above and beyond.
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I look in the mirror And all I can see Is a little lost girl Staring at me I reach her hand But she starts to fade I can't undo all these Mistakes I have made I was innocent once I can still hear her voice The way she cried stop But she had no choice
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Molested
Mythical Bird, show me your secret Hatch forth from your shell Plumage of orange and scarlet Emerge glorious from whence you dwell Fiery Bird, you must reveal Your astounding, magical ways Where from these lives you steal Forever reincarnating well into your days Aflamed Bird, you must teach How you reinvent yourself anew With no help within reach Without aid, effortlessly you flew Majestic Bird, take me in Blanket me with your wing Listen and acknowledge my sins With all your wisdom and heart could bring Magical Bird, will you impart? What knowledge you keep Only then, I may start To make my way out from the deep Enchanted Bird, you have to help I'm desperate to rise like you **** your head and hear my yelps Of all the things I'm trying to undo Celestial Bird, if only you could know Intricate workings of this unfounded fixation Why I seem to always wallow An eternal target of sorrow's attention Imaginary Bird, will you demonstrate Your amazing fantastical flight Dipping, gliding, in the air you gyrate Aggressive dance with gravity you fight Mystical Bird, won't you display For unworthy eyes, would you give? Seemingly easy, aloft you stay Even when you know you'd die before you'd live Wondrous Bird, oh how perfect you are I am in awe, I am swooning How you become one with the stars Making the best of the short time you're living Secretive Bird, is it time? Reducing yourself down to ashes Ready to absolve your stint of crimes Reborn perfect, free from previous gashes Ensorcelled Bird, please don't retreat Back into your familiar cocoon I'm uncertain if again we'd meet Just afraid I might be gone too soon
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
Phoenix
Mythical Bird, show me your secret Hatch forth from your shell Plumage of orange and scarlet Emerge glorious from whence you dwell Fiery Bird, you must reveal Your astounding, magical ways Where from these lives you steal Forever reincarnating well into your days Aflamed Bird, you must teach How you reinvent yourself anew With no help within reach Without aid, effortlessly you flew Majestic Bird, take me in Blanket me with your wing Listen and acknowledge my sins With all your wisdom and heart could bring Magical Bird, will you impart? What knowledge you keep Only then, I may start To make my way out from the deep Enchanted Bird, you have to help I'm desperate to rise like you **** your head and hear my yelps Of all the things I'm trying to undo Celestial Bird, if only you could know Intricate workings of this unfounded fixation Why I seem to always wallow An eternal target of sorrow's attention Imaginary Bird, will you demonstrate Your amazing fantastical flight Dipping, gliding, in the air you gyrate Aggressive dance with gravity you fight Mystical Bird, won't you display For unworthy eyes, would you give? Seemingly easy, aloft you stay Even when you know you'd die before you'd live Wondrous Bird, oh how perfect you are I am in awe, I am swooning How you become one with the stars Making the best of the short time you're living Secretive Bird, is it time? Reducing yourself down to ashes Ready to absolve your stint of crimes Reborn perfect, free from previous gashes Ensorcelled Bird, please don't retreat Back into your familiar cocoon I'm uncertain if again we'd meet Just afraid I might be gone too soon
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a september bride her hollow sounds fearfully echo on the leaf strewn trail with intonations of a blushing bride to be she makes a graceful vision obscured only by her hamfisted collection of undesirable father figures who stand round the groom and brow beat him with dire dreams but his eyes are for her alone and the tigers of her sensual rainforest "lions, tigers and bears...oh my!" she whispers into his eager ear with a sardonic grin her hollow sounds both haunting and beautiful they will stay with me as a soulsong long after history has devoured her namesake and words a quick poet of the three line shoot from the hip haiku pink glossy eyes all damp with remembered tears she is the quintessential september bride the long summer nights swayed her the longer cold winter may undo her but it is a girlhood dream that she knits with papier-mâché knights and bubblegum queens she waits for me there to officiate the proceedings with a bottle of red wine and single red rose wrapped in the tender notions of loves sweetest kiss
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
a september bride
1»When a woman love you, she will do anything possible to be with you. 2»When a woman loves you, she will sacrifice her happiness to make you smile. 3»When a woman loves you, she will not delay accepting you as a lover, when she haz accepted you,she will show you care and give you attention needed in relationship or marriage. 4»When a woman loves you bro, she will do things that make your friends and you thinks she is throwing herself on you. Bro! She truly lovez you so much, don't take her love for granted. 5»When a woman loves a man, she will call the guy on phone more than the guy calls her everyday. 6»When a woman truly loves a man, she will visit you all the time, calls you, helps you,care and give you attention more than she gives herself and family. 7»When a woman loves a man, she will do what she vows not to do in this life. She will do it for you and for love but women always end up regretting for doing undo things because many men are deceivers and pretenders. 8»When a woman truly loves a man, she will turn down serious men ready to marry her whereby she is not even sure if the guy will marry her in the future. funny_people. 9»When a woman truly loves you, she gonna be romantic, care for you, respect you, encourage and support your dreams in this life, she will do anything possible to assist you achieve it. 10» When a woman truly loves you, she will surely want the best for you, she will not cheat on you or hurt you, she will let everybody know that she loves you, she will be proud of you bro , she will not find it hard to forgive your imperfection but not when you cheated, she will love you sincerely and ready to die because of your love, BRO when she truly loves you,she want nothing but marriage.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN
1»When a woman love you, she will do anything possible to be with you. 2»When a woman loves you, she will sacrifice her happiness to make you smile. 3»When a woman loves you, she will not delay accepting you as a lover, when she haz accepted you,she will show you care and give you attention needed in relationship or marriage. 4»When a woman loves you bro, she will do things that make your friends and you thinks she is throwing herself on you. Bro! She truly lovez you so much, don't take her love for granted. 5»When a woman loves a man, she will call the guy on phone more than the guy calls her everyday. 6»When a woman truly loves a man, she will visit you all the time, calls you, helps you,care and give you attention more than she gives herself and family. 7»When a woman loves a man, she will do what she vows not to do in this life. She will do it for you and for love but women always end up regretting for doing undo things because many men are deceivers and pretenders. 8»When a woman truly loves a man, she will turn down serious men ready to marry her whereby she is not even sure if the guy will marry her in the future. funny_people. 9»When a woman truly loves you, she gonna be romantic, care for you, respect you, encourage and support your dreams in this life, she will do anything possible to assist you achieve it. 10» When a woman truly loves you, she will surely want the best for you, she will not cheat on you or hurt you, she will let everybody know that she loves you, she will be proud of you bro , she will not find it hard to forgive your imperfection but not when you cheated, she will love you sincerely and ready to die because of your love, BRO when she truly loves you,she want nothing but marriage.
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and you grip me tight urgency exchanged among us to breathe in the words I exhale yours lips on mine your hands tracing my skin undo me with your breath on my neck
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
touch
Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. The horizon bleeds and ***** its thumb. The little red thumb goes out of sight. And I wonder about this lifetime with myself, this dream I'm living. I could eat the sky like an apple but I'd rather ask the first star: why am I here? why do I live in this house? who's responsible? eh?
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The Fury Of Sunsets
The moment you took your life I felt mine ended too. If I could only turn back time there’s so much I would undo. I didn’t see the warning signs. You held them deep inside. Struggles you were going through, you did so well to hide. I’m left with guilt and sorrow, and confusion as to why you didn’t tell me of your pain and felt you had to die. Every soul is precious in the eyes of God above. He will heal your troubled heart with His never ending love. I’ll put my faith in Him, as I pray my heart will mend, and keep you in my memory ‘till I’m with you once again.
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
Troubled Heart
We are a collection of our own experiences. A destruction of our own making, we undo ourselves with what we've learned, unlove ourselves with what we've learned. I have looked in the mirror to a stranger too many times for my liking. The girl that I became mirrored back in agony to the girl she wanted to be. She wanted to be a poet, she wanted to be a portrait. She wanted to be stronger. My experiences have become me. But I don't want to be defined by broken hearted and tormented by my dreams. I don't want to be defined by the dark circles under my eyes, the heart beat in my ears. I wanted to be stronger. I have looked in the mirror too many times and seen stranger, seen liar, seen a girl who kept too much bottled up and my demons creep behind me like the horror movies I'm so akin to watching. They wave hello like they belong and I have to break my stare. The poet in me says this is another experience, another lifeline, another tether to the earth that I love so much. An earth that I love so much that it broke me. The poet in me says this experience will make me stronger.
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Stronger
i you say i am honestly not the same person i say one day i woke up honest and i do not know how to undo experience my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth cannot be undone at the moment how do you do it? push that pressure to the back of your mind like that how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face at things that you know aren't really funny i can't fathom it. where you go when you are stomping and ripping and ****** and jeering and laughing and running it's exhausting to watch you ii i apologize if it doesn't make sense that i can't play along but playing along doesn't make sense i could never win a grammy with this tight lipped smile laughing at the expense of others makes me feel more like a paparazzi placating insecurities for currency leeching off the vulnerability you may not think i'm smart but i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal' and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm" i'll tell you the truth and you don't have to like it and you don't have to like me and i don't have to like you because if there's one thing i know about myself it's that i don't dislike anybody until they show off their callousness hoping it's the right party trick to gain respect iii we watch comedy tv, and you are worried by the way my spine cracks when i let out a uncontrollable laugh dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it my whole body shakes with the pressure of it bubbling inside of me you feel all of this beside of me a small volcano with a bent back quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions not quite right for you wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier when we were not alone everyone is looking for something more porous more willing to let in effortlessly and absorb tirelessly that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles and let go of the undercurrent yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs and the weight of our actions carries much further being shunted downstream by tides of gravity every intention runs it's course every intention speaks volumes if you feel that in your core every day you will uncontrollably think of how every intention defines the quality of the laughter stuck in someone else's head and you will save it for things that are funny
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
honesty, paparazzi, volcanoes, undercurrents
i you say i am honestly not the same person i say one day i woke up honest and i do not know how to undo experience my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth cannot be undone at the moment how do you do it? push that pressure to the back of your mind like that how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face at things that you know aren't really funny i can't fathom it. where you go when you are stomping and ripping and ****** and jeering and laughing and running it's exhausting to watch you ii i apologize if it doesn't make sense that i can't play along but playing along doesn't make sense i could never win a grammy with this tight lipped smile laughing at the expense of others makes me feel more like a paparazzi placating insecurities for currency leeching off the vulnerability you may not think i'm smart but i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal' and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm" i'll tell you the truth and you don't have to like it and you don't have to like me and i don't have to like you because if there's one thing i know about myself it's that i don't dislike anybody until they show off their callousness hoping it's the right party trick to gain respect iii we watch comedy tv, and you are worried by the way my spine cracks when i let out a uncontrollable laugh dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it my whole body shakes with the pressure of it bubbling inside of me you feel all of this beside of me a small volcano with a bent back quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions not quite right for you wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier when we were not alone everyone is looking for something more porous more willing to let in effortlessly and absorb tirelessly that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles and let go of the undercurrent yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs and the weight of our actions carries much further being shunted downstream by tides of gravity every intention runs it's course every intention speaks volumes if you feel that in your core every day you will uncontrollably think of how every intention defines the quality of the laughter stuck in someone else's head and you will save it for things that are funny
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if time had fingers I would braid them with mine and never undo this dance we call it life.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Life
The fatigue flows through me As if it has invaded the marrow of my bones Leaking out into the flesh Rendering me paralyzed in an unfocused state I sleep to live and wish only to end the dulled mind set It’s crushing to find that shard of thought Urging me to get up Do not sleep, it whispers There is too much to do, the insidious trails of ideas speak The words taken down seek to undo the restlessness The blurred vision of the time slipping past in red numbers Sleep, my body cries Wait a minute more, my mind calls back Sleep deprived with burning eyes A single tear breaks the tie I cannot go on Sleep calls me back Pulling me down to the place I cannot ignore anymore Sleep, my body whispers Sleep, my mind sighs cc111911
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Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
Sleep Deprived
Syria oh Syria why do you bleed? Brother fights brother without thought or need Ruled by a tyrant for so many years And now the spilt blood is washed away by tears Democracy by debate you tried and you failed Now the wives and mothers they cry and they wail Democracy now sought at the point of a gun Your country in turmoil, lives being undone I sympathise and weep at your terrible plight Your people are dying, no end in sight Can man ever undo the chaos he's wrought? Going to war without reason or thought Syria oh Syria your bloods being drained By those who would seek political gain When the killing is done will you be better off? Is what you might gain worth all the loss? Your economy gone so how will you live? The worlds in recession, no money to give Families destroyed and homes are no more All destroyed by a political war
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
SYRIA
You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.                                   I can remember:                 Tears that I have shed.                  Lies that I have said.                  Pain I have inflicted.               Oh how I feel conflicted. But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
∞ when ∞ does ∞ it ∞ end ∞
Being in love is like being underwater It makes me hold my breath But I don't want to come up for air Cause I'm scared I'll miss how it felt Holding you, touching, and kissing you This transfer of love from you to me This feeling that I feel I swear, hope, and pray that It's real Without you there's a hole in my heart That refuses to feel, refuses to heal The thought of being away from you makes me gasp for air I cant be without you, I need you here Lost in a sea of love, I'll hold you tight So hold my hand as we drown to life Some say it's wrong we're too young But now it's too late to undo what we've done I'm leaving myself open to the chance of pain And with so much risk Comes the chance of love to gain I'm playing myself but still I'm loving the game You Give Me That Adrenaline Rush Love sparked from a conversation that sparked from a crush And now I can't live without you near me Pray that you never leave You tug at my heart-strings and play a song with my soul And now I love to listen to the music of us Without you I'm cursed to live A life without love
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
Underwater
Window to the world You give me so much joy. And make me feel so safe. Looking at your screen I can go any where And your soft massages tell me there is some thing to see I can play games with you And some times you play games with me Suddenly with out warning you show me Things I let be You torment me. I turn away Trying to close the window but you trick You toy Making me hit a button I don't want. No no no. Let me go back LET ME UNDO IT! But no what is done is done
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
My cell phone
(explicit) **** my soul         with poetry            scream out my gracious name              slay me with words                that peel my layers                 and simultaneously                                    drive me                                            insane finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme     push me past my                  tender limits                        into tongues of syntax,                                                       sublime alliterate my senses    (in swift stac                     c-at                            o) until my mind is but blank verse     mess up my stressed               and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound        I will be able to make) as you stroke    my iambic pentameter              in the heat of frothed-up                                                      ache we are this heroic couplet, you see         even if the meaning seems veiled            no need for simile or metaphor                as I feel your chest rise                               in deep inhale we are a natural paradox        so many ironies abound          discordant harmony is our synaesthesia      in visible darkness found and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips                                into mine our lines have no beginning,                                  no end     as we undo           the boundaries                       of time
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
poetry slammed
(explicit) **** my soul         with poetry            scream out my gracious name              slay me with words                that peel my layers                 and simultaneously                                    drive me                                            insane finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme     push me past my                  tender limits                        into tongues of syntax,                                                       sublime alliterate my senses    (in swift stac                     c-at                            o) until my mind is but blank verse     mess up my stressed               and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound        I will be able to make) as you stroke    my iambic pentameter              in the heat of frothed-up                                                      ache we are this heroic couplet, you see         even if the meaning seems veiled            no need for simile or metaphor                as I feel your chest rise                               in deep inhale we are a natural paradox        so many ironies abound          discordant harmony is our synaesthesia      in visible darkness found and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips                                into mine our lines have no beginning,                                  no end     as we undo           the boundaries                       of time
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