"weap" poems
Ive watched you weap
Bemoan in subtlety, without reason
Attempt to give light on an obsidian subject
Ive seen you bicker and cross swords
A struggle felt for miles
Have our confrontations meant nothing to you
Does venom foreshadow death
Ive seen you pass away
Day by day, its all the same
But am I the mad one?
Questioned by clans
When all I see is taunt discourse as if we're docking on long suppressed dreams
If it had been somewhere else, we'd hide a fixed eye to the occasion
Load the cartridge
Pull the trigger
Ignite cannons
**** the innocence
Have we lost our minds
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
As He And I take a dip into each others solar eclipse
He sips from my faucet that drips
and not the one located between my thick thighs and hips
but from the truth that flows from the softness of my lips.
In that moment he Indulged in Truth's kiss.
As he was overcamed by a state of bliss.
Thats when He knew That God must Exist.
Now to him I say this.......
"Lets Go beyond Us
As I allow you Undress my Conscious
Make love to my thoughts
As you diminish my distraughts
Lick my intelligence to taste the saccharine nectar of my Essence
As I give you this mental ********
You will be headed in the right direction
And there will be no need for a ****** for our protection
Just dive into my purely unadulterated love and affection
Make your understanding stand at attention
Stick your knowledge in my head's dimension.
Giving me all its been missing
as I not only hear but Inventively listen.
Love me good and so deep
That upon me your heart begins to seap
And My my eyes begin to weap
Make my cerebellum ****** until it reaches its peak.
Keep going deeper until you hear all the words I dont speak.
Have you found the Subtance in which you seek?
See into the depths of my soul until you see A light of shimmering glittering Gold.
Touch my psyche with a gentle caress.
Until you uncover the glory of my nakedness.
now its spiritual fire burning with Red hot flames from within inscreasing my soul's desire.
I let him see the quintessential part of me that in just a short time I had courageously bared.
And He allowed me to breathe in the fresh air from his atmosphere
As I tasted his words like freshly cut herbs
And He explored all my bountiful roads to learn all my turns and curves
As he Disect my unwritten literature to understand my creative verbs.
We fly beyond the clouds like 2 lovebirds.
I have become the many pages of his diary
As he shares his most private moments between him and me so secretly.
I feel like my my world is being pulled into his force of gravity.
And yet the question I ask is,"Is he into me?"
But I can already answer that by his his energy.
While he's staring into my eyes endlessly.
My universe has been shaken by the waves of his charismatic frequency.
As we are luxuriating in our Unfiltered Raw level of Intimacy.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
Let me know how you feel about me
So i can know where we stand and
If so just know ill be down for you
Baby just give me the clues
So tell me if ya still care about me
Must we fight baby dont ya know
I wont always be right
And if you listen to my heartbeat
I hear your soul slowly weap speakin to me
So tell tell me if ya still care about me
So tell me baby do you really
Now that we got our wedding day
Already plot so if you just let me
Do what i have to do because i only see myself and future with you
Soo tellllll me if ya still care about me
So tell me if ya still care
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 7:10 AM UTC
Here I am home all alone empty .
With my emotions along drifting.
When I'm gone will yall sing happy songs
Or will you weap cause you'll miss me after all.
Will you wait to Im in the ground, to tell me how
much you love me. Would you want me when Im not
around to hug me.
When I'm gone aint no coming back, no worries, no
shame, no pain, no games. You'll never see me again.
Do not take me in vain I only live once show me love
while you can.
If not this thought will drift in my minds deep abyss.
Thinkin of how you'd feel if I was gone and will I be
missed.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
Owl's eyes see with prophecy
through the depths of
the forest trees' limbs
And those spirits...
Witnessing the past, present and future....
These eyes understand either
upside-down or backwards in
visions of blue
Like mirrors reflecting the sky,
owls eyes perceive the stratosphere
doorway in between light
and shadow-
Gifted as it is with a sprinkling of galaxies....
Owls eyes can see with magic-
Their pupils are portals to Shangri-La and Tartarus where ghouls waver their direction endlessly in a lemniscate
Even in the most moon-less night
they conceive palpably those ghosts that weap as they wander.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
With you I am bitter cold and bleak
Without you I am creative and mistiquely unique.
Without you my brain operates on a level of an Intellectual Geek.
But when you are around Im feel like climbing a mountain thats too far way and too steep
That I give Up climbing because of the pain in My knees, my legs and my feet,
My soul cant breathe and heart and mind become feeble and weak.
Without you I am Strong enough to conquer any mountains peak.
But with you i feel Rather incomplete.
But without you im Woman of Proverbs, A portrait resembling one who is humble and meek.
But with you The cat has my tongue so I cant express What Im feeling through the words I speak
Is it my demise what you seek?
Without you I feel put together and kinda neat.
With you its hard too feed my spirit what it needs to eat.
But without you It like Just another sad love song on repeat.
With you I feel im at war and your personal gain is my defeat.
Without you its hard sometimes, kinda of bittersweet.
But with you all I feel alone and in behind my smile I weap.
Without you my transcendent self can't seem to find sleep.
I guess the capicity of my love maybe just a little to deep.
Maybe You should learn how to swim because you sow what you reap.
I use to be all about you.
Like everything I say and do needed your approval or had to have value.
Until the day I found out you didnt love me the same I once loved you.
Then my heart became like a freeze color of blue.
I felt like i would be lost without you, I cried Whats a girl to do?
I felt stuck like an animal trapped in the zoo.
Until I changed My perception and started seeing things in a new view.
I had to tell myself you know I matter, Im Important too.
That was just kinda a clue
That its time to move on boo boo!
Its hard to be with you but I think its better to be without you
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
When you're down and you're emotionally weak
*Remind yourself that there's beauty in every beast*
You don't have to be taken down or beaten by defeat
It's inside yourself- the capability to rise to your feet
I try to remind myself every night before I sleep
Sometimes it doesn't work; sometimes I still weap
It's hard to fight the stinging when, into the heart, it creeps
It can be so intense you may feel your world freeze
Still, don't let your legs buckle; don't fall to your knees
Your will is more powerful- this I truly believe
It's unwise to depend on others to provide your relief
Greed is abundant; I feel that's plain to see
You must begin to love yourself to actually be free
Discover a method to let your inner emotions breathe
And grant yourself freedom to let your soul speak
Things may be hard; yes, life may seem bleak
*Just understand that there's beauty in every beast*
Don't doubt that, in every human, there is magnificent strength
Take flight- let the struggles grace you with elegant wings
*Undoubtedly, there's beauty in every beast*
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
The trees look sad and wilted over.
Broken and mangled.
Awkward and bent. Droopy and still.
Some try to stand tall, others fall.
The weight is too great to bare for some and pieces crack, brake and fall off around them like flowers placed around a grave, forever encased in a sparkly crystal coffin.
When the weak ones fall, with anger they drag down the other trees, shrubs and branches and leave a path of destruction around and behind them.
The rest of the trees pitty the poor little houses that by fate and misfortune lay in their way, being crushed under the weight of the weaker ones.
When the snow clears and the ice melts away, will they ever stand as tall as they did again?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Nobody will know until the storm has passed and settled and spring has rounded the corner.
Most will continue to bloom beautifully.
Others will remain in the misshapen, broken state that winter left them in.
Over time, prettier and stronger trees will grow around the broken and weak and cover them until they aren't noticeable anymore. Leaving the forest looking pretty; from the outside. But inside, it is hurting and crying out for mercy.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
Id bring you a million roses
but they would weap at the fact
That they could never be
as beautiful as you
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
her eyes are a catalyst for the weak
she smiles while they weap
only trials stretch her beak
as she comes full circle
showing you, she too
is incomplete.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
Oh, sweet Willow. Why do you weep?
You've no fear of being cut down
No fruit to reap.
You'll stand on the bank, by this old river bed
You'll weap in quiet sorrow
Until you are dead
Don't worry about heartache
Your friends are just trees
Pain they can take
They can't even feel breeze
If you had a voice, what would your words be?
Would it be "Hello, my friend." or "Please...kill me."
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 1:43 AM UTC
my body is decaying like the leaves of november
you'll never know what its like to be
stuck out in the cold
with the smoke crawling down your throat
coughing out into the night
your echos carry
farther than you can see
they whisper inauable cries
as crisp as the winters night
everything so foreign to my aging skin
whats real on the outside
what is real within
can you call me out on my actions
or just bare to see me seep
seep into the ground
where you stand
my eyes witness you weap
is this misfortune
or an illness that has gone too deep
who is there to say we don't feel the same pain
we all stare at the same galaxies
even though blind to we
we all feed off the same soil
our hands etched so deep
we synthesize the same
born and die
breathe and sleep the same
some shorter than others
but were human
don't try to deny we are the same
beating hearts with a will to live
even when we abuse
we all yearn for the same
another tomorrow absent of pain
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
You've serenaded me into a comotose slumber.
I'm continuously sensing lullabies whilst paralyzed.
I'm too terrified to speak; too timid to even mumble.
Your intonation is so soothing; a banshee in disguise.
I'm stuck asleep in this in-pain asylum built of thorns.
Dreaming of the agenda I've never been capable of.
So turn the lights out in the tornado haven in my insane and in-pain brain,
and never admonish the fact that this pain is a continuous refrain.
The fires of my desires are cornered and defeated,
smouldering beneath the timber of my emotions.
I know you could never be lighter fluid for me,
but with our incandescent splendor blown out we can still go blindly through the motions.
My reveries never used to be this empty, and now they're becoming hollow with my conscience;
and these hollow empty chances are drying out as I continue to discouragingly pursue you.
You'll never envisage your face as I see it, and you'll never envisage why this bliss makes me weap.
I'll never have the most alluring face to you,
and my cold shoulder only monotonously lulls you peacefully to sleep.
And now it's to everyone's amusement that I can't manipulate my liquor anymore.
I'm so messy hahahahahahahaha.
So they prevail, standing as if they're boulders upon my shoulders,
compressing my heart deep into my intestines.
So now my love is growing slender
as yours becomes a pretender
and my whispy love surrenders as I surrender to this alcoholic ******
The grains of my affinity rest in your palm and you spread your fingers and let them fall.
I could beseech you to clench your fist, but I won't.
I'm your lover you don't have to love
as my heart is left hanging above.
It's high and dry;
too weak and too shy.
So tie me to this clothes line
and hang me out to dry.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
As I fade off to sleep
Emotions fill my mind
And now my dreams begin to creep
As I fade off to sleep
I get to escape, and feel blind
Instead of weap
I feel my body fall deep
To a place to ponder
But not to keep
Ideas come in a big heap
Some I may not remember
But some I may keep
As I fade off to sleep
Reality seems to blur
As I awake with a beep
As I fade off to sleep
I want to stay
But nothing is forever
So now I must wait for my dreams to creep
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Of the greatest spinning,
at dawns formable bowtie hour
in materials soft and sour
comes the velocity of understanding
among vapor rebellions-
scrimmaging clouds, a solemn weap within, inside
wanting to hide from gravity stricken rain
take cover in the trees,
take cover in the leaves.
A roof over your water boarded head,
and witness all electric feelings vanish from
clay stricken pale skin.
the ones that offer no sense
and hence, the adventure
it is not the same.
as beams forged from mosquito
hammers and nails:
the construct, sweaty prison arisen
to catch the artful tears
of all the games above.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Rest easy my heart, it is not over and the new day has not yet dawned.
Think on what was achieved, rather than what has been lost.
Do not weap for what you are missing.
Think on what is to come, even if you have to wait an eternity.
You are allowed to mourn at your defeats.
But remember the speck of courage and strength that is left, it is your flint and tinder to light your flame once again.
So rest easy my heart.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
I walk the street, and all I do is weap.
For all I see is anger, and haetred.
People stuck sleeping and eating on the street.
I see them begging for money on the corner.
Just to get one meal for the day.
I don't like watching good honest people.
Down on there luck asking, but no one helps.
It makes me mad , and all so sad.
All I can think of is.
What if this was me or my loved one.
Would any one help?
Will I have food today?
Why will no one give me a chance?
Is it because I am down in a hole?
I see this everyday, I try to help when I can.
But its not enough. Alli can think of is.
Why will no one help the ones in need.
Ya they might not have jobs but if I can help.
Wheather it be $1 or a place to stay.
I know how it is, I don't wish any that.
So if I help, that means more people can.
I barely make enough to hold myself afloat.
I see my heart sinking like a boat.
Every time I see amazing people.
Eating off the street, and sleeping under a bridge.
As I walk down the street all I do is weap.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
I spilled out my heart to you.
I told you of my issues.
I told you I skipped meals.
How my depression and anxiety worsened.
I told you that you helped me, gave me reasons to recover.
I kept it quite that I self harmed.
I did not want you to know how I cut, burn, bite and scratch myself.
Well at least not yet.
I thought we would stick together .
For five long months we where in a flirtationship.
On month five I thought you would ask me to be yours.
But I found out you had a girl on the side while you played me.
My heart got broke, I fell apart.
I cried in secret for weeks.
Never did I tell my parents about you.
I fell weak and bean to relapse.
I feared I would never find love.
Well I may still be solo but its only been two months.
Since the day you broke my heart.
It's so strange when you talk to me now.
I love we stayed friend's, but I am still a little hurt.
I have moved on.
There's a sweet new boy in my life now.
We met at prom and have talked ever since.
For now we are just friend's.
Taking it slow.
So thank you for breaking me and teaching me.
A new way to love.
You once said you are jelly of the man who gets me.
It could have been you, you could have had me.
But you decided to break me.
So now when I find a good man.
You can sit and weap in you're jealously.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
Suicide... i wrote a poem no hate.
He got tired of trying and being so **** strong, Sick of the never ending hate, for doing nothing wrong. The names he got called scarred the innocent boy, The rumours that got started, managed to destroy. For him "this" lost all meanings and "this" it was "LOVE"... He started wishing to be up, up above... He got pushed around, all he got was hate. And to dig his own grave he couldn't wait... Kind uplifting comments is all he'd ever dish. So why for a boy so nice, death be his wish? "Hope" his very last spark you blew.. Until he gave in and believed it was true.. He took his life, but no-one thought he would... But that was him gone and gone for good... For now the bullies weap. Realising that hate cut so deep. SUICIDE of youth, getting harder to mend... And during this deafening silence, suicide became a trend.. Think before you speak! As this poem could be true... And next time this poem comes around, the victim could be YOU!
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
When good intentions and deeds are pulled like common weeds, the dismissed, like forgotten flowers past their day. Weap, because they were beautiful once and someone was happy to see them daily
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
I approach the the tile as I watch you die again. I reach out for your neck to undo the damage done. Thus, I cannot. As I peak, I stab and stab at the iron coffin. I can't help you anymore, nor could I ever. I push and pull like the tides unending dance but you won't awake. I scream and I see the stars blink as if my voice reached them. "Wake the **** up, you selfish ******* I dig my nails into my chest like the roofing of a home. But like it will one day, I collapse. I see blood, and death, and Christmas. What an unforgiving world in which I dwell. I grab a belt and think and this is what will allow me to hang between life and death. Then I exhale a breath. I'm too bashful to knock on the Messiahs door. So I wash his feet and cry, waiting for the day I face you again. As the physical plane holds my empty corpse and the people weap as if I've ever even lived
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
I wave my wings
And weap my tears
I glide through the sorrow
And fill all the hollow
I'll carry you back
Back to where you started
Say farewell with a smile
Return to the world of hearted
Looking down once again
I see you, my friend
Lost again, hollow again
So I wave my wings
And weap my tears
But this time
You're not here
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 8:11 AM UTC
I sit in this empty room.
My music, the only voice to be heard.
I hear the memories,
The moments.
As I drink it down,
The memories feel so near...
But they are gone forever.
The moments I remember,
Gone forever.
Time goes by, as I sit here.
Only to remember
Over and over again.
The smell is so sweet,
The dreams
I only weap.
Only remembering,
Forever gone.
The beauty,
I can still see.
Stuck,
Trapped in my mind.
Never to be spoken,
But only to be seen.
The angels they look.
They cry,
Seeing what could be.
I drink this drink,
Only to remember,
Only to feel again.
The purpose not to destroy,
But to live again.
I sit here,
In this dark lonely room.
Only to dream,
Never to live.
Only to feel,
The life of life,
What could have been.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
Ive been scorned
Since i was born
Daddy left me with
Troubles memories couldn't enjoy
The summers breeze everything
I prayed to the skies
On bended knees deep
In insanity can you feel
Me?
My pain is too deep
Souls in a weap
They say tears from a man
Makes you weak
But that's ******** and
Can't get no sleep
These demons reachin' and
Leechin'
While they plottin' my
Mini fourteen creepin'
Late night sleepin' from
My bullets rippin' ya skin
Put an end to carnal sins come again
I got much rage to bust
Kickin- up dust til my body rust plus
Arsenal is stacked carefully back track
To the dayz of wayback
When we used to gats in the hood
Its understood it'll this way
Misunderstood never change im
Feeling strange
And indulged in so much pang
Now that the pain done
Settled in
Pourin' shots of gin
At the bottom of glass
I see the djinn
War is ragin' cuz
My thoughts caged in
Envision myself bleedin'
On the pavement suicidal
Thoughts?
What a predicament?
That I've put myself
In spiritual warfare every
Where i go
So follow me into
The flow as i spit
My soul on instrumental
Once it's laid much detrimental
Engraved in ya temple
Is my gun to ya mental
Visions in slow mo lyrically
You can't embrace prodigy
A demon seed trying
To break the breed
Through tokes of ****
Sittin' on my brains tryna
To shake shake hells bells
Im just a ghost in shell
Tryna maintain all these
Madness all this madness
Around me maneee??
With so much sorrow
To bear
In still embace with
So much pang
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC