"weakend" poems
that familiar look in your eyes
that wakens my passion
in watching your pupils grow-
dilating into
the shape of my world
in your eyes i hide
in your shadow i find comfort
untouched by a warmth
that blends with your soul
i am weakend
by those big brown eyes
the ones that
could show me
all there is to feel &
i don't ever want to live
to see them shed a tear
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
The barbaric queen, her abilities stiffened
His presence strickened by her directed speech
Could it be her brick fence weakend
Love had made it's way into the leaks
Thoughts become lies, diminishing her kingdom
****** passion, a caused lusting
Touching her breast
Carressing her hips
Legs shake, she is a disgrace
The guards ushering him from her towering mattress
Empathy made her a mockery
A hatchet to the soul, he is nonexistent and undesirable
Her long webbed veil, disguises her weeping
Her eyes blackened, she is a demon bleeding
Halo misplaced, in dismay
She is a woman rigid and prevailing
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
We float on unkown oceans
In boats more made for land.
The sails have ceased to function,
And our boots are laced with sand.
The rudder is unresponsive,
The first mate seems quiet too.
The ship has started leaking,
Weakend wood and stale stew.
The course was never charted,
This was known among the crew.
A passage for the faint of heart,
The bard and the jester too.
These denizens of darkness
Embark with the morning dew.
Depart with mist horizons
To find the start of something new.
For months we sailed
Through winter times,
On waters cold yet still serene.
The memories of warmer climes
Seem like nothing but a dream.
Cannons fire, deckhands scream,
Ship splintered by the sea.
Driftwood caught in ocean's sway
Swept up then cast away.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
Who shall deliver me from egypt?
Who shall save me from pharoahs whip?
My heart have become a hollow pit,
And my sorrow has grown too dip.
I quench my thirst with my tears,
Even slaves take turns to taste my blood,
My nights are haunted by innumerable fears,
My knees are weakend by heated rods.
Who shall fight for me in this war?
My mind is distorted and my spirit is torn.
Who shall provide the balm for my sores?
Is there a balm of Gilead in my creators son?
Tell my oppressor that "nights always end".
Tell him that my joy comes in the morning.
Although, this pain is difficult to comprehend,
So shall my rise happen without warning.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
dont want do nuthing
asylum in stead
smile at pendewlum
as it striking my head
with itchies so passing
i roll down my sleaves
as tree stuck in No Spring
i want
take my leaves
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
while I sit in the room alone in the dark
I give nothing but time to these awful thoughts
Eating away at my decaying brain
the weak is weakend by the constant pain
I'm doing all that I can you see,
giving you every single piece of me
yet here we are with paper and pen,
you can take my blank page and fill it in
because how I hear it, correct me if i'm wrong,
is that this is just your unwritten song
So you take my heart and string it along
is it your arms that I still belong?
like a little girl I sit and wait
make a wish and count on fate
this is the mess that you have made
took the book and destroyed the page.
and on the shelf I go again
lost in space with a few more friends
collecting dust and making amends
waiting on that other hand he lends
Take a step back, make sure you're certain
I feel like you are writing your own version
my chapter said this and yours said that
so here we are with half an act
So tell me what is on my mind,
read my book before father time
take my heart and spill it out
read each line slowly without any doubt
You think you know this book,
better then anyone here
I think you misunderstood the point,
you've read only one chapter....fear'
Theres a few more chapters you need to read
the easy ones, like friends, and family
cause those are the chapters that i've written before,
something I know about a little more
The chapters missing are far to advanced
the ones I can't write because I don't understand
like love, and loss, and breaking hearts
I hide from the truth alone in the dark
Alone in the dark on that shelf I sit
just an over read book that no longer fits
as time goes on I ponder a bit
flip through old chapters before I finally quit
The future is bright, or so they say
the unwritten words are ours today
so take the book off the shelf,
take me down sense you've offered help
grab my pen and bring me paper,
this book of mine we will write together
you will talk and I will listen
reading off the pages that have yet to be written.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 9:38 PM UTC
Letting people take control of my emotional state
I did something I told myself was probaby fake
I got on my knees and prayed to a God I wasn't sure would answer me
He did
He forgave me for the stupid **** I've become
Showing me it was time to move on
Breaking the cycle
It's human nature to want to help others
We can not help those who use, "the victim disease"
We all have our profound struggles
We should use them to grow, not become weakend bitter and filled with anger
A soul devouring our goals
I wanted some kind of complex defining way to move on
Instead the personal feelings are gone
I pick and choose the pieces I want to keep
Everything else is sitting in the fire pit, waiting to be incinerated
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Dreams of love, reflecting life.
Imaginary lies of a blackened mirror,
Promising fairy tales and forever
For the stricken fools heart.
Anger and disappointment,
Casting the looking glass.
Upon the floor perfect dreams
Scatter to the wind, thousands of shards.
Painful, broken memories
Piercing an angels feet.
Fallacies and wishes draining the life,
A broken dream at a time.
"If only", and "what if" mock the night.
Her happiness, not from love's spell.
As the tears drown the blood.
And the blood reminds the heart.
The enchanted heart dreams of its mate.
As its mate longs for another's lies.
Walking to and fro upon the bed of glass,
Self made lies adorn the mornings glimmer.
As the remaining love and final prayer leave.
The weakend soul dies one last time.
A final farewell, and kiss my ***
As the lights fades one final time.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
My life is no life in any light
My heart feels only pain even breathing has weakend my soul.
I look into the eyes of delectation and feel despair
I beg for some jubilation to take my soul and release me from misery
thats all I see and feel is the dispair in my eyes
How can one look unto another in this way and insert nothing but evil and then portray glee for the deminishing of their heart
Double bladed are the Hippocrates that adore admiration.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Young man, its time to wake up.
Your love affair with death has got to go.
From many long years, you have to rake up.
The Leaves from the past.
Slow suicide is no way to go.
Blue, colored gray days
Dizzy weakend by the haze
Infection is not a phase
The cracks and lines from where you failed.
They make an easy man to read.
For all those times you bleed.
For a little peace from God you plea and beg
Your not a fake now, so wake up.
Now is your time not to go.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
I fell in love, before you said anything of substance
I felt everything I stand for, slip away from me
You aren´t perfect, not even remotely close
But you made me want to give you a chance
My trouble-impulses are weakend by your presence
and somehow my mind flutter lay silent
Background music is playing around you
and your face, my eyes never find tiring
But still I wish,
Just for once
You would look at me
Like I look at you
- Because only then, you´d know
I can see the whole universe, from right here.
And I wish you could too
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
I was tossed into a dryer,
set to tumble dry;
Then caught in a tornado,
on an earth rotating a vertical axis,
on a world flying circles round the sun.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
I am here
I am here
To live and to share
This seed died into what felt like 8 inches of black dirt
Black dirt, a scent i love to smell
you know a scent that makes you smile that makes you think that today is much brighter than yesterday, a sunnier day you haven’t felt for quite a while
One drip of bitter water is what made that seed grow left and right but not up,
up to the sky where it believed it thought it was with the stars that gazed at it and it gazed back with admiration wishing it be beautiful as them
It was lavished with clear fresh water everyday but at night, at night those nights of your bitter water that at times it felt it was all It lived for
I need it, I need it, I want it, I want it…..I think I want it
Till its realization its coat had been planted, soaked, planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted soaked planted and soaked and weakend into dirt
And no not that fresh black scented dirt that made it smile that made it feel like a brand new day
It was the kind of dried dirt that leaves your mouth dry as if a sand storm had hit it that now choked it
The belief of air was just inconceivable to it. When left alone for too long it needed its water for no one else noticed it, needed it,
Or so it thought
This night it thought it wanted one drip it made it nervous knowing that that bitter taste was not right its first does was fun for it was touched all around its shell cool and smooth
It thought it thought it thought is what woke it up to realize it wasn’t what it thought it wanted
Its last does change it all
8 silent months it was left alone with no sound thought everyone else made it while they passed and laughed
Roouunnd and surrounded it yelled for the sacred water of life
There it is there it is a pair of eyes a pair of hands and one heart
You are worth more than this dried up dirt that’s compressed your coat that’s tainted your soul even with you own words
To something. You are not
They don’t love me they don’t love me they don’t love me shouting believing that whatever touched it that whatever tried to provide nutrition nobody loved it
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
i'm taking it more gracefully this time,
i'm learning to love
in ways that make you mine
i'm taking it more softly this time,
i'm leaving all of my
hard parts behind
i'm taking it more graciously this time,
i'm finding ways to thank you
for all of your time
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
Ive been thinking ; thinking too much
My heart antisipates with darksness and complicated time .
A broken hurt trying to reconstruck itself by the help of a special some one but those dark time weakend or pestered the heart to non trust and pain thoughts running ;through the mind; realistic dreams and fear of loosing the one the heart loungs for the question is what do i do how can i trust this person having reasons to the pros and cons sos please ?????
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Is it gonna fall on me? A spider
Or is it gonna be hanging there? A spider
It got nothing to prove, I do.
Staring at it, it is approaching,
I wish it to come yet not,
Curious,if I am all immune, all these years.
Am weakend already, the warns from brown recluse
in my bed-room mirror,
A brown recluse, it does back and forth but here
other type is apporaching,
I shall remove all the clutter from my room, here
put all new furnitures,
I shall bug spray gradually without harming myself
perhaps they wont come back.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
The arid mind
Contemplating northern hemispheres.
I born of iron
A nomadic pastoralist lingering within small towns.
Barefoot
Walking along the Arabian peninsula, trapped, tawny, weakend.
I’d like new material
New expressions and old smiles,
Fresh movements, and subtle gestures.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Dreams of love, reflecting life.
Imaginary lies of a blackened mirror,
Promising fairy tales and forever
For the stricken fools heart.
Anger and disappointment,
Casting the looking glass.
Upon the floor perfect dreams
Scatter to the wind, thousands of shards.
Painful, broken memories
Piercing an angels feet.
Fallacies and wishes draining the life,
A broken dream at a time.
"If only", and "what if" mock the night.
Her happiness, not from love's spell.
As the tears drown the blood.
And the blood reminds the heart.
The enchanted heart dreams of its it mate.
As its mate longs for another's lies.
Walking to and fro upon the bed of glass,
Self made lies adorn the mornings glimmer.
As the remaining love and final prayer leave.
The weakend soul dies one last time.
A final farewell, as time forbids
And the lights fades one final time.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC