"wating" poems
out of the arm of one love
and into the arms of another
I have been saved from dying on the cross
by a lady who smokes ***
writes songs and stories
and is much kinder than the last,
much much kinder,
and the *** is just as good or better.
it isn't pleasant to be put on the cross and left there,
it is much more pleasant to forget a love which didn't
work
as all love
finally
doesn't work ...
it is much more pleasant to make love
along the shore in Del Mar
in room 42, and afterwards
sitting up in bed
drinking good wine, talking and touching
smoking
listening to the waves ...
I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting
in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
wating for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound ...
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs ...
out of the arms of one love
and into the arms of another
it's not pleasant to die on the cross,
it is much more pleasant to hear your name whispered in
the dark.
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Darling if you say you love me, I will never leave.
Darkness, all surrounding never ending, consumed me starting
from my very soul, but I had no right to mind it.
My world changed from the moment I have met you, it was
alike a candle which has been lit, emitting gentle, golden, yet
still dim light, becoming warm, bright...dependend of this flame.
The darkness, has no way to lose I thought to myself, as I threw
my mind into the book which I was carefully reading.
After all, it is everywhere, patient and generous,
Just wating for its chances to get to ones soul
Under my feet as I desire to take a walk,
In my food which I must consume once I am feeling hungry,
In the wood, which gentle burns away by a campfire.
But seeing you, I have come to one realisation,
In its greatest strengh, relies its greatest weakness,
After all, a sole candle is able to make it back off
But dear, love is way more than a candle,
It gave me a whole bright star and made it shine.
~ Umi
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
wating,
for her to tell me
she has fallen out of love
but, i am still very deep in love
she is the perfection in my life
she is miles away
i still love her
i only want her
forever.
she has told me she has fallen,
out of love
with me...
forever.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
I am wating for one day
One day when my eyes won't open up in the morning
I am waiting for one day
When I will look up at the sky with my eyes shining
I am waiting for one day
When I end my connection with the world
I am waiting for one day
When I live indifferent to the world
I am waiting for one day
When I say "I made it"
I am waiting for one day
When I say "this is it"
I am waiting for one day
When my heart is smiling
I am waiting for one day
When I know this is the ending.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 5:03 AM UTC
there is a seperation
a pain of seperation
such as a seperation
that only lovers specialise in
where the prevention of thought
is like a fortress overrun
where trampling terrains of concern
stampede upon the praire of the mind
transforming it into a soft savanna
of wating engagements
that murmer with comforing enchantments
lays upon such pain of seperation
as that of a perforated scar
seared across the heart
bringing tickles of soft warm tears
to the cheeks
the happist time becomes
a chasm only conquerd
by that gulping unification
of embrace
where soft burning lips
meet in that unknown
but express language
of clasped reunion
it is that pain, that awful pain
that only lovers know
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
"Fill me up, steam me up, hear me shout, tip me over and poor me out. Poor me out on the concrete, next to your feet. Do I have to cry? How can you hear me? Oh, Just to be with you"
I want to scream at the top of my lungs,
Oh, please notice me.
Don't call me man or bro....
It breaks my heart everytime.
I look at you and think of the times we have
spent together, few, but amazing.
And after them, how can you see me just as a friend?
How can you pull me close and dig your face into my neck
and not think I don't want more? You fell asleep in my arms as
we watching the lightning. How many hits can I take?
I feel bliss around you and all I want to do is kiss you,
but I fear if I tried you would deny me and say that you don't share the same
love for me as I do you.
"You look at me holding on to a dream that filled me long ago, but I'm still wating. I'm still holding on"
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Laying here alone thinking.
Thinking of the choices i’ve made.
Wondering if i’ll be able to speak again.
It’s 2 AM, and i’m all alone.
Like the period at the end of a sentence, this story has ended.
Like many before it.
But when the next one comes along, and you wanna make a memory out of it.
Just look up. There’s a semi-colon there, wating to write your story.
Embrace it, feel it, let it consume your very existance.
And after all, let it be your guide.
For once, 1 simple character be so little but seem so important.
Wayne Gretzky once said, “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”.
So take the shot. Take the risk. Maybe you’ll learn from it.
We all make mistakes in this world. And ways to fix them.
But unlike pencils, we don’t immediately have erasers to fix our mistakes.
Because we choose to embrace things differently.
If only we looked up at the stars to explain why these things happen to us.
Because to us, those stars are magnificent.
Here I am, laying here in the dark. With the night stars shining bright.
Ready to write my story.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
I miss you.
That part's pretty obvious.
But there's more to it.
I miss stuff that didn't even happen.
I want to hold you like I never held you.
I want to kiss you.
I want to meet your parents.
I want to do everything.
But I can't.
Because you're gone, and she's here.
I said she was gone, but she's still here.
She's been waiting.
She doesn't know it, but she's here.
She can't take your place, but she's getting close and I can't stop her.
I don't want to.
I want to have a chance with someone.
I want 2 months to be pebbles.
I want to have something worth having.
But I'd never let it be about what I wanted.
Because I'm durable.
I can take whatever you throw at me.
I'm more durable than John Legend when I'm on a bad day.
All of me loves all of you.
And when he "Used to love U" I still do.
I can hit a curve and your edges are so sharp, a cut would be a compliment.
And maybe I should rob somebody.
Hell, I would if you told me to.
But for now, I'll just stay on the end of this rope, waiting.
So here's where you get to decide.
Pull me up so I can be with you, or cut the cord and let me fall.
Don't worry, I've got a parachute, and she's waiting for me at the bottom.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
the feeling inside , i cannot describe not anger nor sadness , a certain kind of fustration. i am different in some strange way. feelings come and go yet this has stayed. All for a reason. never knowing why. for i am an embryo wating wanting coveting for the one day i will emerge into something beautiful. i wasnt always this way. the only way to save myself is they way ive avoided for all my life. please? hello? where are you? come here and save me. i cant resist you, its just not enough to say that i miss you. there is so much left to be said but i just might as well be better off dead. but ill stay alive and the reason why ill stare at the beautiful night sky it leave me breathless the same way you do , but ow could i covet somthing ive never had so badly. i am the laste spring blossom. while others bloom each in their beautiful ways shapes and forms i stay a bud. most wont pick it because its not a beautuiful flower but beauty is fleeting and one day while all the other flowers end there peak and whither away. i will thrive. thrive better than anyone elese ever way some day mabye one day baby. you will find out who i am.please? hello? where are you? some here and save me . there is so much more to be sead but i might as well be dead. i cant resist you , its not enough to say that i miss you. im not in denial this is my last trial to accept this bittersweet illusion from the moment we are born we slowly die. screaming at the thin door that seperates fact from fiction. its all just a dream. forever running in place it wont be fast enough. ive lost all controll but this path has taken a toll. ill figure this out all on my own. blurry eyes please look at the beautiful night sky. it wasnt always this way . someday mabye one day baby
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
The wind beats out it's
slow steady song
through this hollow city.
We were told to expect rain.
Half a pack in and still
nothing.
I saw lightning hit water once.
It awed me in ways nothing
has since.The power of nature.
It changed me.
Nothing profound, just a simple
muted difference in me.
You never noticed.
The buildings act like instruments,
played like expert jazz musicians.
I sit here in the window,
as the smoke makes it's lazy
circles around my hand.
It could almost be playful
as the music of the wind reaches
yet another crescendo of
awesome power.
I remember bruised nose and scraped
knees,bee stings and Popsicle sticks.
I remember when snow was not
another in an ever growing list
of enemies.
I focus on the trash cans and bits of
paper. They dance in the music
like manic asylum residents.
I have to concentrate on something
or I'll be alone with a declining pack
and these kiss shaped scars.
We were told to expect rain.
I fell asleep waiting for it.
The ashtray was left overflowing
and the wind never let up.
Like a lullaby it rocked me gently
as my mind wandered.
I missed the rain.
I saw lightning strike water once.
It could change me again.
Feb 28, 2010
Feb 28, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
another year has started another year ahead
the old one has gone bye the past put back to bed
start again a new make things go your way
take it nice and slow take it day by day.
set your sights ahead make your dreams come true
everthing you wish for is wating there for you
take it your stride welcome each new day
then everything you want will surely go your way
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Within the space of mind you dwell
wating, watching for the slightest bit of light
you watch, quietly lurking , antisapaiting fun
eyes pierceing the darkness
teeth as sharp as a knife
you see it in the far distance
You wait quietly antisipating...
it moves closer,closer
inching it's way toward the light
NO! block the light, block the monster!
He moves so quickly now
sliding like a snake, slithering on the floor of my mind
ready to attack, wating to attack
Fear rises
washing away the light
Defeat washes over me
He's won once again
The darkness once again
pervails.......
MONSTER
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
I am here wating for you to text me back. I wonder what i should do if we should brake up or just keep going at a distance the distance is surely there but what about it between our feeling. Should i put them aside and just float on till you get here again? My mind goes in circles wondering what to do what to think. Wondering if your okay wondering if your hitting the pipe again. Im anxious about what the next months hold for us and i cant help to think to be scared to be sad because i feel i can't trust you with this distance with this roads and borders between us. Wondering if your looking at the sky wondering if your thinking about me as much as i think about you. At work. At the bus. in my dreams will i meet you there? will you be sacred as much as i am? Will you fight even when i feel lost? Will you help me look in my heart for a light? Even with the mountains and forest will you search for me? Will you keep saying you love me when i stay quiet? Will you stop? Will you come back? Will you love me as much as i did when i need it the most? Will you do so even when i can't show it back? Will you? Will the faith find its way with all this miles? Will it know where home is? Will i know?
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
Going nowhere
Glory lost.
Wating until death.
wasting time, wasting space.
Forcing affection and relationships
I feel like Dante betrayed-
any hope I see turns out to only ruin me further
grinding. hollow. scared.
I can't go on.
Sep 30, 2011
Sep 30, 2011 at 4:59 PM UTC
Through the glass of wine as she pears waiting for him passed the moment right as she endured ,an eye on the door an eye on the glass for may he commeth at last as the grains of the sand fall a single crystal rolled down her cheek as reminded of the quote he spoke may he live not taken by fate we shall meet again
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Taking sips
Wating at least a min before each
Because the *** is so strong
The leftover liquid burns my mouth
Drinking to try and forget you
Smoking to try and forget you
But oddly enough these only make me
Miss you more
Want you more
Crave you more
I don't know how to stop
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
This waiting game is slow and painful and killing me!
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
After your kiss:
I shut my mouth,
to not lose its taste by talks
irrelevant to berries at all.
After your touch:
I lock my grip,
to stop the dust of time,
from wiping it.
After your hug:
I embrace myself
like a wating fetus for
arriving to the world as a jesus
reading your heart's verses
Over the strayed out of your eyes' lanterns
To be drunk!
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
wordless extended hands
from those months of moments
treasure maps torn and buried
in soft sand scorched of life
seeds wating for soothing rain
to grow and accept exhalations
and return the breathes fuller
what could be said would never explain fully
it must be sung
vibrations of those learned lessons still echoing
returning as unlearned ones
future is past's mirror
and there are still chasms to explore
a warm hearth waiting to be built
an unmade cabin deep and far in the forest
counting your credit score, looking at the green line patiently
throngs of wanderers looking up to the balcony
the conjunction benefiting more than just those present
love without possession
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Shattered. Break of the loss
What is of the fault? Mines, I want to believe.
Yours? Impossible. Or what I wish to think...
Yet words you speak of me. I feel the razor.
Sweet addiction. Please stop.
Could this be real? Could you?
Your true face? No. It can't be.
Every ******* attempt you stray to my side.
Push away. Ignore of what "was"
Hoping you'd stay away.
The small moments, we share. I want to cry out,
"Who exactly are you pretending for!?"
Never wating to see everything is a lie
But it was all "then." Drifting in ashes.
****** past. Vital vein, keeping me from saying
"Goodbye."
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
and the sun have waited all day long
better to say
the sun had wasted all the day
wating for the night to come
to feel and see what it would never can
the beauty of the dark and the silence of the night
at the other hand
it lended its brightness
to a full pale moon that happily sees
the sun and the light
the day and the night
the light and the dark
but shamefully hides one of its faces
the scary one
the bruised one
surely that one which really needs the light
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
You left no more sorrows
The shadow of the day will be suffered tomorrow
You bleed it out,Given up as you are powerless
With hands held high leave out all the rest
The Tinfoil burning In the skies as you burn it down the castle of glass
One step closer in breaking the habit,the final masquerade
Meteora the catalyst Iridescent the heavy pain cause nobody is listening
From the inside lost in the echo wating for the end to come
The little things give you away easier to run
In pieces until It's gone no roads left
Blackbird the messenger mark the graves
We are guilty all the same crawling till we faint hit the floor
Run away in the forgotten wastelands a line in the sand
With keys to the kingdom with a good goodbye
Sharp edges papercut halfway right as he say sorry for now in the end
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
Warm enough to wrap around you.
Warm enough to comfort you.
So, warm to even hug you.
Realize, these arms are waiting.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.
Two hands to reach out for you.
And, if I only had one.
I still could caress you.
And if push comes to shove.
They can even please.
Just comprehend.
And believe these words.
These arms are waiting.
Waiting to comfort you.
These arms are waiting.
Waiting to hold you.
To be touched offends many.
And rightly so.
But when I touch you.
You won't ever let go.
Just know.
These arms are wating.
Twenty four hours a day.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 6:32 AM UTC
As the wolf walks
we watch a wating his
next move as we await his
next move we thinck how buetifull
this creature is and how we are the same
with home with him connected to him like smoke
in the wind and we are home and will never leave but to go home
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC