"weirds" poems
I guess we’re a bit distant now
And somehow, it weirds me out
We’re not so usually far apart
But now you’re filling me with doubt
I find the red string that binds us
slowly fades into a shade
Because we don’t seem to find a path
to make the both of us stay
And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.
I’m lonely underneath the sky,
wandering with no goal in mind
imagining laughter in the air
hoping I haven’t left you behind.
I hope of many things that I know
I didn’t want to happen or do
But I’m crying because I know now
I will never be this close to you.
And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
Its strange that people
are capable
of storing memories
about you
that you have since forgotten.
I have this one friend who tells me things about myself that I never knew.
Be it a story I told or a joke I pulled.
I was quite the jester.
It weirds me out that there are people who hold memories of me
be it fond be it
friendly.
I made an impact,
somewhere.
At some point in time.
I think he remembers so much about me because we were best friends once.
I feel like I have betrayed a lot of people.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Okay, so I guess this is how it all works,
I tell you all my problems and you add it up just to tell me **** my worth."
Well to me, seems like my own heart locks itself in the slammers,
Maybe cause when I seen a pretty girl walk down the street I'm indulged by her Curves and her Angles.
And how I'm an own addict to myself.
My biggest fear is that my greatest addictions is slowing what's killing my own health.
Been missing a couple of my own old birthdays
But I tell myself "meeting new people could add happiness in some kind of more ways."
Cause it's really sad when you celebrating everyone's birthday but not even your own.
At my house blowing Birthday candles all on my own. Sometimes I feel so alone.
Yet I sometimes do find myself thinking all about of my Ex
Maybe cause the new girl I have I'd be calling her "My new best."
In this mind it feels like a running TV show but I'm still flipping through channels
And people say "I'm a nice guy," but some days it feels like I loss a piece of my manners.
And really sometimes my own Dad and I could feel too closely like the brand new guy
Deep down I really hate when we really don't show each love "Daddy in the silence could you hear me cry."
And somehow I'm supposed to Christian.
But sometimes the things I do make me feel like I'm lacking in the knowledge of wisdom
And how much I love my girl but I pray not to disappoint her,
Maybe if I were pure of heart, I would wash her feet with oil so I could just go and anoint her.
She has my thinking of kids
I love the fact but I don't want our own children to be part of the weirds.
And how I fear for my own son.
My biggest fear is that I don't be the father he needs.
And die saying "well I guess my jobs all done."
But these are the thoughts of rest
Not the perfect of men, but I try to give them my best.
And maybe this could be your theme song,
Maybe you could be singing through your troubles just to carry you along.
So to Doctor Therapy, to whoevers out there, I hope that you listening.
Cause these are the things I had to say. Hoping surely that there's nothing of some sort that you probably missing.
Just don't forget that I am Christian.
Yet still a human being, so just to know that some of these sins are so hard to be resisting.
But still tell the world of this man's story
And tell them that he tried to his best under his Glory.
And this a story for us or maybe a story only for you.
But, I'm hoping that all the words I said you find them but a bit of word of being a True
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
Yes, I like you.
I like you a lot actually.
You probably think I'm weird,
Or maybe even a freak.
But I give up on caring what you think.
Sorry if me liking you weirds you out.
It weird for me too.
Maybe I like you because of how your eyes brighten when you're happy,
Or maybe how your smile makes my day,
Or how you act like an adorable ****** around your friends.
I don't know.
I always get little butterflies when I think about you,
And I get them when I talk to you too.
I apologize if saying this weirds you out,
Or if you hate me after this.
But, I'm glad I finally got this off my chest.
Bye.
M.L.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC