"upi" poems
As I searched for an escapeOut of a path of oldDestiny Stumbled Me Back Onto a new path of goldAs follow the yellow brickDown the spiraling wayThere are obstacles and peopleThat try to lead me astrayI see you right nowWhere the two roads entwined Smiling Mischievously Having a motive in mindYour presence intoxicates meYour hands making my body like fireMaking me want to lose controlAnd tempting hidden desireBut as I start to wake upI see your true selfIts not another manIts another copy of himselfI abandoned that dark timeLeaving the man I loved thereFor he hurt me greatly Filling my life with despairDon’t fill my head with nonsenseWith Pretty words and hopeThey are just as usefulAs being in a hole without rope.You did good for a whileHaving me go with your deceptionBut now that you have let slip your natureIt has given me a clear new perception.You can not own meThis wild horse will not be tamedAnd if you hate me for thisI walk high unashamedSo I walk past youOn this path of shineCan promise that not again Will our paths entwineSo with my pride kept safeUnder protection and knifeNow I’m ready to beginA fresh new start for my life
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 8:41 PM UTC
IF I SAID TODAY, I DIDNT KNOW
WOULD YOU STILL WANT ME, WOULD YOU SSTAY, OR GO
WOULD IT CHANGE IT ALL, OR WOULD IT REMAIN AND GROW
COULD WE BE WHAT WE ARE WHY NOT, I ASK YOU NOW
WHAT I FEEL IT IS SO STRONG SO DEEP SO SCARY THOUGH
I AM CONFUSED A LOT AND OFTEN TOO, I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW
THAT IS TRUE, I CANNOT PROMISE WHAT I DO NOT KNOW
I AM WHO I AM AND ALWAYS WANT TO GROW, NOT CHANGE TO FIT,BUT BECOME A BETTER ME.
AND MOST TIMES I'M GOOD ENOUGH, FOR ME WHEN I'M NOT IT REALLY SHOWS
YOU HAVE BEEN HURT ALOT, BY SOME, BUT WHY CAN'T UPI SEE. THEY ARENT ME.
I AM HOPE. I TRY HARD TO COPE WITH A LOT DAILY.
I CANNOT CHANGE SO MUCH SO FAST SO DRASTICALLY.
I HAVE SO MUCH TO LEARN, YOU JUST MAY NOT WANT TO SEE
THAT I'M NOT ALL YOU CRACK ME UP TO BE , ALREADY.
10/23/14
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
on the film
there’s a story
and its told in black and white
in the writings
there’s a meaning
like when we stay up in the night
and in the winter
we dreamed that we would have our
life in our hands, and we’d be alrightwell now its summer
and you’re flashing me a light
in the middle of the night
i’ve always been running
and i ran into you
and i guess you ran in to me, too
but i’m still running
i don’t know what fromi don’t know where to
but i hope i’ll still have you
when it’s over
when our death is coming true
and if its true
when you say you can’t handle back ‘n’ forthand i’m too
misleading for what its worth
well, i’m sorry
but its a price you’ll have to pay
i never chose to be this way
a different person everyday
sometimes i don’t know what to say
can’t form the words like i could form some softened clay
i keep things in, but i don’t mean to keep them far away
i’m toughening upi’m getting righti love you, and thank
you for the fightsand your uppercut into meand how you
push my face into your kneeand your teethbreaking
sincerityand your hurtful honestyyeah it hurts mebut
what does not **** me makes me strongeri hope you hit
me a while longeri hope you’ll kiss me when i’m
weakwhen i am bleak and incomplete
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC