"unfortunetly" poems
Sublime wildflower
As I lay here awake from juxtaposed sleepless nights of thoughts of you as my own again
I wait..
I wait for a breakthrough through your pearl shaped, intricately carved paths and pink marble stone cover you call a brain
But my love..
I am using a chisel made from cotton candy and dead stars made of designer drugs and fragments of my pale fragile heart
As the chistel works its way through marinating the surface of your "brain" I wait attentively in amusement -
The type of amusement a child wakes up early to on christmas morning anxious to open the largest anonymous present under the tree
But unfortunetly he has not eaten yet, he has not brushed his teeth yet, he has not kissed his mother goodmorning yet or fetched dads newspaper under the mistletoe..
I write dispite of the chapters I have left unwritten to write your chapter (4)
I wait despite of the uncertainty my heart feels - I don't listen to him anymore by the way.
Waiting for you is like waiting for Winter again. I love Winter so I wait but in the process I fall in love with the shades of other seasons and that is the issue
My heart paves way to anything close to the words you spoke, the scriptures you wrote, the spaces you poked
I wait..
in lights of my fragile soul - I don't know if you haven't come to realize this already but it feeds of you, you are its daily grace as the bible is to a nun you are its bible and my soul, the nun
I await to love you again and I love that because you love me too and the love I have for you mutliplys by a thousand with each of the four letter word (love) mentioned in this here stanza including the one in brackets
I still really really love you
I won't pretend that I intend to stop living but I do intend to stay faithful to the love that you have given me.
As the constellations you have built inside my dark matter still shine/burn bright as our future together
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Leks
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
You will not get to know me that way. . . I am truely sorry, but I have no games to play- I am an open book without a single ounce of shame. And I will not be another lessoned learned. I cannot take back my yesterdays or press stop to rewind- I cannot give you tomorrow it's just a lie we all use to get off- it's like unconditional... ya, it's just mostly made up.
So please just keep away from me. Your hopefull eyes make my stomach turn and my ******* head ache. You're just the random blanket I pulled from a forgotten closet shelf- You keep me warm for an hour at best.
Don't get mad as I shrug you off me, watching as you hit the floor. Did you think I'd fold you up nicely, put you back as you were?
Aww, its ok, really, dry your eyes... but not on me- not this time. We have all been there; we have all been that sad girl. Everyone gets a turn didnt you know? unfortunetly this time it's yours.
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
the fact that i can never spell
unfortunately right
never ceases to **** me off.
unfortunetly?
unfortuntely?
what ****** me off even more
is that spellcheck always thinks i'm trying to say
fortunetelling
...punk ***
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
this is my last goodbye
im done and out for good
i have went through more pain
then any human being should
the destruction of my heart
and the slowed down beat
makes me think that maybe
my exsistence should delete
my confusion ****** it all up
and in the end he made me choose
well i took to long and now hes gone
there's nothing else to lose
pulling my hair out
looking for the feeling we had yesterday
so this is my goodbye, i love you
thats all i have to say
i have unfortunetly lost you,
i miss having all your attention
i miss your touch, so so very much
and your comforting affection
but in the end i just wasnt enough
at least not enough for you
you had me wrapped around your finger
but that still made 'my love untrue?'
this was your excuse to leave me
dangling on an edge
as you walk slowly away
after pushing me off the ledge
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM
im a bee,
getting Nectar,
Your a tree,
Producing sap,
im deploited,
overwhelmed,
So fustrated to the fact,
That you worry me,
And im just doin me,
im trying to find my identity,
and your an officer just searching me,
Why you worry me,
im just a chilled young boy,
from the nola unfortunetly,
and when theres nothing to do,
im me,
why dont you just be you.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC