"vission" poems
When I first saw her, she was like an enemy infront of my eyes,
As I kept growing in her presence and understanding her,she became my obsession,
For I grew old in love and young in hatred,
For she became my source of life,
Like the freshness of the ocean she purely remained in my thoughts,
For I without her I am purely dehydrated,
For at night she becomes my own vission and at daylight she becomes my ambition,
For she became my need of life and love,
For she is truely my determination of love..
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 8:36 AM UTC
Looking through glasses is like seeing life through a tv.
You never see what's directly infront of you,
Only what's displayed through the glass.
Our natural vission should not be redesigned,
because this is how we are have been made to view our lives.
if all you have ever seen of this world was through glass,
Then have you really seen the true life you've lived?
Remove the specticales, and look around you.
This is what you're ment to see.
Everything else should not matter,
Cause it's something you should never of seen.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
The only thng that keeps us the young people going is our dreams..we never give up , our dreams are so powerful not even the evil can swallow them, they are our prosperity,passionality, they are our strength through our vission of once bieng weaknsess but now changed ....the unseen but the doings of our life, dreams can sometime be hard or unable to see but if you believe u can turn them to seen and reality ........believe in your dreams that the onlything that will make you the better person of tomorrw...and thats the onlything that no one will take it from you your dreams
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 7:03 AM UTC
My dream is my dignity, my passion of insparation my love of all the love songs the vission of my future,the vision of my days,my month and my years..... My dream is my everything my north,my south,my east and my west,my midnight and my morning light..my school days and my sunday rest, my stars and my all full and half moons,the sun and my canddle light the darkness and even the brightness
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC
My dream,all um dreaming about, the one um dreaming about,the vission i have,the future i still picture..will all be gone my future ,the person i wanna be, the career ,the goal i wanna archive will soon be gone away from me when i die um afraid of death..... My enemy will laugh an rejoice while my love ones will cry an say "ferwell we will mit again" who i am and what i am will soon be for nothing..the good that i have done and the bad that i have done will soon be for nothing...my experiance of both will soon die with me,,,,my family and friends will soon be fillfull with blood tears..soon i will be forgetten as the earth get ride of me an put me under its ground where my body will be eaten by worms while my spirit will remain to the lord,,an the lord will look at me an smile from his golden throne an will say to me ""my child this is eternity an i promize you that today life in earth is past but here it start anew,,,the lord will welcome me an keep me in his arms an give me his special care an say you are welcome to your new home an my heart will heal from the pain of the earth,,and oh if i will still have it,the pain of losing the one i love,,,but the day i will die it will be my great life exprience an no more pain ,my soul will be at peace while my body will be at pieces but i will look at you and say *why cry when a soul is set free an put to rest fortunatly you wont hear me others will be singular without me but once they forgettern about me their lives will be simplicity..so i dont wanna die so young
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
I am underwater how do I chase?
Please forgive my blockings being unfollowed saddens me
I am only human make mistakes
Trying to understand your poetry without seeing your face
as the mirrors fogs I pushed to defog and unmask
I am a realist in attitude
vission depiction is hard to do
seeing across the cyber space cold computer screen with clarity is exausting however fun
I guess I lost it forgive me
what I searched for desperatly
to find and hungrily devour
has found me instead
the final blow was executed
bittersweet the object of my
obsession has withdrown
a sacred tree tored in half
I remain changed wiser
a crying sorrowful nymph
bent fallen in this battlefield arena
my world in shambles remains
my sacred tree unreachable is
I struggle to breath as
I come up for a little fresh air
and a mighty hand pushes
me down
down under water again
and again
I appologize have mercy on my soul beloved loyal reader how much more wiser thou art
I hope whats on the other side is better than on this mirrored life of mine.
understand me please I pleed
that I may gather strenght
before I go hence and be no more
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By: Karijinbbs
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Smelling a sound,
Hearing a flavor,
Or seeing an aroma
It's the ability to dream
But when you touch a vission
Your dreams bocome reality
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
I am delivered but am delivered from slavery to free-captivity ,from egypt to the desert wind blows vividly in my eyes that I can't even notice am where the de's at
They call us born frees while they can't cut the amblical cord .the is nothing new under the sun God used the see to cut the cord so the blooded see was a transfer fee for me to be called mercury
I claim to be free while running around with umblical cords telling biblical songs from the deceiver ,confusing being delivered and being D's liver. I had to understand that being a liver takes more than being alive you have to believe that I am and always will be the leave in the true vine I feel the truth and with it I stand because I fight to have the true spine
I do exist but not delivered yet I just found a way of living under dust
Let me leave the star senses to the sun senses ,dying before time was the rythm lost my vission because clearly am not watching vission obscured by dusty mirror thought I was heading to the sun while facing the dust
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
It was a late midnight
and the radium stars on the ceiling wall were shining bright.
The wheather was pleasant,
the aura was warm.
I was sleeping with Noddy, in my arms.
Then A sudden heaviness in my head
broke my sleep
The pain was growing so steep
That I couldn't get up.
I tried to drub
but Some thing was pulling me in my bed.
I could feel something leak
out of my nose.
It was blood , spurting out
flinging the coze.
Severe nosebleeds,
was a common symptom
of my disease.
But this one was differing,
My nose was blistering.
I knew it cause I've had many before
But this time my throat became sore
And soon i lost all control over my nose,
All I could do was doze.
My mind, I tried to divert,
So I looked for Noddy,
his cap was as red as his shirt.
Then I tried to call for aid
But by now not just my head
also my arms and legs
heftly weighed.
The pain was only growing more,
worse, than ever before.
It was as if the red water was flooding,
Unstoppably my nose was bleeding
Then with a sudden strangeness,
something leashed my lungs
Now I was breathless.
I don't wanna a die, I wanna play with my dolls,
I spoke to the dream catcher ,
That hung on the wall.
I was ailing and weak
my vission was turning bleak.
Soon i was left with none.
All I feared, was oblivion.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC