"watchs" poems
Might think I'm ******* crazy,
'Cause I'm only circling in my little room,
I said **** the exams", but truly say I'm scared.
I don't have any plan in life, I'm only baby,
But my mind is ready to war, and it's gonna boom,
I only want to break free and move to New York, but that's feard...
My sister says that she believes in me,
But I know that I'll make her blue,
Because I'm stupid little lost bee,
So I answer only "I believe in me too".
I know that this is hilarious to see,
But I really don't have a clue.
It seems like I had a glue,
But I lost someone who I even don't knew,
I wish I could say to her some things, just a few,
'Cause even my angel-protector left me, that's a blue.
My dearest friend once said "Your poetry is really awesome",
She didn't know that I'm only clown, but she's flawsome,
I really appreciate her words, but I can't make myself believe in it,
Because I think that I bring someone down and for that I need a hit.
Today I thought I was well done,
But when the sun goes down,
I think again about being gone,
Like I want to take a gun,
And take me brains out.
Outside I'm so cold skin,
But inside of me is an emotional bin,
You don't want to feel and see the things i've seen,
You don't want to know through what I've been,
It wasn't really a high quality scene,
'Cause now I want to feel
Anything else exept the fear.
I find my solace in my lyrics,
So that's how I talk to my friends,
But they don't give a **** about me,
And it makes me want to concentrate on the cheap beer,
Maybe that's how people will hear,
Because I'm tired of feeling ******* crazy,
I was born in the wrong time and place, I want ready,
So I'm just waiting to go to Father on the up,
Just to tell him about all the things that bring me on the top
To him.
And I can't stop writing this,
'Cause I want to cry, but I keep resist,
Feel like I'm in the cell, I'm beast,
Everybody watchs me, that's a ****
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
Everybody watchs every instant
I try to stay jubilant
I try to stay suttle
Everybodies watching me
Im all over tv
I walk into the store
I cant go anywhere anymore
No more
I ran across the train tracks
I dont wanna be forgotten
But not like this
I dont like this attention
Want a new face
They say i show enough
What kind of saying is this
What kind of game is this
That tv show has me on it
Im on everything
Im on everything
I think i see something
I think i see something
Through my windows
I cant go anywhere
Everybody watchs every instant
I try to stay jubilant
I try to stay suttle
Everybodies watching me
Im all over tv
I walk into the store
I cant go anywhere anymore
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
The girl sits
In the straight backed chair
A baby in her arms
An unneeded anchor
In a too calm sea
She sits not for herself
Not for the baby
She sits for her craving
Her craving to serve
Her face a blank mask
She is desperate with longing
Her longing to serve
But Yet she is happy
She is content
She would wait for a century
For one petty morsel
One morsel to serve
She watchs her husband
Her brother, her cousin
Their mouths moving proudly
Yet their meanings blurred
She watches them laughing
See's baby crying
Yet why should she care
The baby's not her's
She see's so much love
So much laughter in movement
She see's so much flourishing
And it's all hers
The punishment blurring
The passion so strong
Yet she is so happy
For she has her longing
And her longing is hers
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC