"uneeded" poems
Left with no suga for lemonade..
You didn't give me any.
Its the bed you made.
My suga hidden locked away I always keep plenty.
Yet you should've given me some.
You didn't give me any.
Should things become unraveled undone.
Behaviors..
Like gentle flavors
Gifted courtesies.
Texting etiquettes.
Is like a lumpy preserved sugar cube.
Know that rules in texting has its magnitude.
Proper mannerisms set for the right attitude.
Like sensual videos from youtube.
Proper texting skills.
Sets the flow for good word adjectives.
If texting don't just walk away.. at least say bye have a good day.
You were texting me and simply vanished away.
Didn't hear from you till some other day.
No good morning no how are you.
No Sorry I hadn't replied back to you.
The stems that builds proper relationships.
Simple actions that can untie good friendships.
Rude mannerisms, actions, bad timing..too many crazy smilies.
Too much giving, too much doing, way too many gifs cheezies.
Texting at wrongful innappropriate times.
Like at the movies or on a date no good signs.
Manners gone like public phone booths uneeded dimes.
Your rudeness Your going I can't miss.
You have no suga cubes.
Just sour lemons..
Easy to dismiss.
You gave me nothing to make lemonade.
Can't fix this mess you have made.
No suga for lemonade!
By selinasharday all rights reserved..3-2018
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
Fly with me
let's ride the wind
away from reality
away from the sin
Life flies past me
time is unknown
feelings are forgotten
dreams become reality
Colors are mixed
hope is uneeded
memories vivid
spirits remain uncollected
Fly with me
let's ride the wind
lie with me
in the endless sky
nothing down there matters
nothing is wrong
I am free
free in my dreams
Fly with me
let's ride the the wind
away from reality
away from the sin
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
Oh that your hips lock to the crevice of my interchanging mute fragility
that I may become a part of your absoloute screaming
inclining infidelity
that I may wrap my cotton black sleeves around your wrists
and have you hum some old lullaby that your mother
use to sing to you when you were a child
mourning down at the pastel lake
where the waters scream its wonders and secrets
that hold something in the deeper side of you
I'm casting the debut of our lives on a pictionary mind
where thoughts interlude and transgress
every now and then and I am eluded by your watchful glare
into the raindrops that fall into my naturally black hair
I am subtle and hollow in your speech
calm and protective
on defending my own means
of living
oh there you are and I am blinded
all along
invisible with the cloack that I saw
hanging on the sides of your face
imaginary- beautiful , envision no pain
nor disgrace
wrapped in sheets of warm weather
and cool breeze
needless and the most needed
uneeded needs
my cheeks are red sunkissed by the shine
of everything surrounding me
completely bewildered knowing this is mine
bare I hold out all my caged animals
to seek your truth
hidden under gardens of possibility and crime
my mind
I see
is on the edge of extingtion
when drowning in all the different skin
I wake up early on sundays
from the sleep of dead
and open my chest to take and impignorate to all the precious
flowers that I will keep my eye on them
while I master the language
and you master the art of gaze
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
I have yet to receive
My mutual love
From that one I put forth energies ,to.
Freedom of feeling uplifted
When the signal is returned
I fly on the wings of the Dove.
Nights go by
No answers to my connection
The one whom I hold dear....
She seems to never hear
Or has seen the true admirer,near.
What is the price
To receive what love
I selflessly put forth
As a signal to gain her attention?
Gold,youth,ot fame?
Questions arise as the pain
Of her silence plauges me
Does she fail to see
That id give her my whole world
My life
Just to have her return my energy
My feeling
My true care
My heart?
To create a brave and new miracle
Of a new life
A newer world
Mutually together....
As a brilliant start...
Of a better existence
Than remaining a loner
A drifter
In a large world
Uneeded by those fakers
And those who fail to except
My invite
To a better world
After all we've been through .
Such an answer
To end painful lonely days
With you by my side
Each day ... A paired experience.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
I like you but I can never see us together
When you're around It makes it hard to speak
Not because I'm nervous but because I'm confused
You say things thats speed up my heart
Then add something that stops it
These bumps in the road are uneeded so why add them?
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Take me back to the times where "people were smarter than machines..."
They were not "swayed or controled by them..."
as we then "failed" to see as to why "being controled by them"
was just as "crazy as to question as to" "why the notions" as to" "why humans are unable to fly?"
Invention brought us the "wheel", the "telephone," then to the
first "Moonwalk" and "first man On the Moon...."
where he still had not used the future to blind his "out of touch"
"seeing eye?"
Into the future where inventions "killed" rather then they "Saved the world?"
Until World War iii Has beem left a "trial ajurned"
we shall be the "Public just sitting on our hands waiting to be burned..."
By a government who does not "see eye to eye?"
As the "blind stay such" and still ask questions "As to why"
things are remaining "The same?"
well at this
"quiet time of blundering,"
who "raises their voices to challenge" society's "wondering"
a whole "desperate" and "uneeded Mile..."
as to the "future" that this "One Eye'd Moon Man yet sees"
for us "in still motion"
He beams down warnings in the burnt in Values in "History's Blind Accidents"
Nobody noticed that "Lady Liberty's Back was Bent"
from being "broken" like "the invented misguided "arrows of some wars"
we fail to "stand up and defend" as to why we need "Better mending of our broken paths and future pavements" on "Congress Floors..."
Instead we overtrust those in leadership who "Tend to need to love life through closed view's doors."
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
was i meant to love her?
allow all her secrets to seep
between my bones, kiss
my collarbone..run secrets
against my skin.
her eyes have shown
a flaming old soul
a sweet smile to have hid
where her mouth has been.
even when my thoughts
grow wary and life
seems to caution me at
entrance,
to a heart made of shredded
moments and had darken over
with fear.
they say light attracts dark
and those who live
with all heart are betrayed
and yet i cant remember a face
but a soul. who never left ,
who stayed,
and a unrequited feeling
i have kissed many men
and still have not regain trust,
sensual and heavy handed
with secrets held caged.
Prisoned and slandered,
kissed and no standards.
How could you, grow a broken
soul?
her eyes had shown
a flaming soul; though
not ready for love.
i tuck my heart in, i draw
my bones in.
Bind up a heavy love, a heavy secret.
an unrequited angel
left alone and uneeded.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
As daylight marks the end of a long and insomniac night
I yawn to take in fresher air and to also breath out tensions
Of worries and uneeded doubts that freeze the once heated heart to fright.
Imagination brings my creative flame to a roaring nuclear blast
Releasing much burdened energies insanely stored within my core.
My pen flows with such releases as my brilliance ushers the loneliness and lack of confidence to another place and in my relaxed and cleared mind, I can start to explore.
Newer roads leading to more fresher and more exciting portions of my psychic that I had once burdened myself, uneededingly had gotten, and was too blind to see this light.
Now, I feel the heat of my beating and creative passions flow through my soul until I spark to a brighter light through being the artistic..
Mind that is in awe..Relaxing with further breaths and taking in the beauty of the dawn of day..
I sink back into my chair
Without a word , from my concious and overthought arena of life, has tricked me to say.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 8:23 AM UTC