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"wernt" poems
I'm drifting like a cloud, I'm flowing like water But I'm afraid to remain on the above the surface. why linger like a lost leaf when such marvelous insights lie beneath. Why skim the froth but not drink the alchemy, are you truly drunk on vanity ?. Sanity, sanity, I am not broken without you. Insanity, insanity, I am not deluded with you. I only believe because frankly this world is not enough for me, and I only aim to be better in-tune with the infinite because my soul yearns for what it cannot yet reach & what this world has to teach. afterall wernt we wonderfully created to simply wonder?
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
I SEEK THE FRAGMENTS OF TRUTH
He said normal things wernt working What makes those other colors perfect Work with me/dont try and force it I am a brakeless vehicle slowing/ coasting Open up the windows let the ocean in Rain falls from such great heights You fell from the bed , into the light Do they even consider you still alive The morhpine , is it working ?
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I lost my friend to morphine
Er wernt terr ger ter didny wooooorrrrllll Didny worrll haz derm errr perdy perncessers En merk maowss Ern der perrrdy rydes leedle leedle Erm gernna ert ERRRRRRRRLL der mershed perderderrs En der ernyon rins Didny worrllll gud plass to eaat der ferd Fin
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Didny wooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrllllllllll!!!!!
My sister has curly hair From day one She has cut and burned it at every chance Her hair is dark and thick Like our fathers I wish I had his hair instead I wish the follicles on my head Wernt thin and brittle And quick to fall Would that make me a man? My sister has a flat chest, My ******* have been called the best My family and friends alike She calls her own chest, childlike If we traded, and my breath was unstressed If they fell from my body Would that make me a man? What an unjust God Who would give us bodies That did not fit our souls What cruel diety Would leave us feeling So cramped
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Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
[Not] ppl
when i was a kid, me an this black boy (an remember, slavery was still legal then) we had just escaped some orphanage where they was plannin to lobotomize us for bein so dang ordinary an the spirit of alan ginzberg come backwards! thru time an guv us a magic sunflower and he said "i hope this does sutra you" so we said "a couse it do" not knowin what he meant but then it burst into a poem and we wernt THAT stupid and we figured out what he meant and so we became one humanity but then the oinkers they too united and so here is amerikka jes like always except it is you too who are here so what do you got to say an what ya gonna do about it now?
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Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
growin up slow but surely you know
I just want to be with you daddy I wish they would understand I wish they could see who I really am, and not as the person they think I am Please just come and take me with you!! Please! ..... Dad please Mom won't even listen to me anymore!! She doesn't even care to hear. I'm not the person everyone is setting me out to be I'm not my past mistakes... Your the only one who understands ME! AND SHE TOOK YOU AWAY! She robbed me of the time that we could have had. It's amazing how you can be surrounded an still feel alone.... I remember the first night how it felt when all of a sudden you werent iny life....... I remember HATING God for "letting her push you away" I remember when all of a sudden you wernt there to sing me lulabys, when the books you used to spend hours reading to me had been torn and ripped up from throwing them against the wall. I remember waking up screaming your name.. Yet no I only wish for you here with me Just to be where you are Your the only one who actually listens to me in my family. Without cheaking your phone while I speak. I just wish you were here I'm so lonely
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Where you are
hey, yeah hey you, your heart may be hurting, but no need to feel blue, don't believe he left you, because he was never truly with you, he had her, you wernt his true focus, only a side fling, what does that mean to you, he may have said things you'll never forget, but he was lying, only trying to make you, believe in nothing, you may have loved him, but baby, it takes two to tango, and your dance partner quit on you.
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Takes two to tango.
Thing's have been difficult, at one point my life was at a hult. but i raised myself to understand, that determination is very grand. One Shot of that and my mind went crazy, but after that thing's wernt so hazy. I learned the world was a bitter place, standing around wasn't the case. I aim for success, hope im blessed. I wish you good luck too, to carry lifes finests with you
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Motivated!
Welcome to the O2 voicemail service. The words so repetitive So familiar In my head. Countless calls Countless messages. Countless times, Sitting here reminiscing Reminiscing the times we had The FaceTime calls, The times we spent together, True love conquers all. That's what you said. Now that Iv said goodbye The world feels like It's crashing and burning. The earth swallowing me whole. Yes it hurt to say goodbye More than you will ever know. The few tears you saw They wernt just for show. My whole world collapsed I didn't plan for this to happen. I thought about it a lot, Yet it still killed me. You can't delay the inevitable That's what people say. But the pain is still there I don't think I'll be ok. Maybe it would have been better For us to drift apart. But baby I wouldn't have told u, All the things that broke my heart.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
O2 messaging service
i couldnt see the way, the tunel as dark as night and the lamp posts within were brocken to the core. the life i could have led dissapeared from my reach the walls of my consience closing and the presure maddening the darkness were like walls closing around me, my world is turned to dust before my eyes because you wernt there beside me , to show me that i could to any thing. you were my confidence my one and only friend but now your gone and its to much to bear i read my books over and over, i took you for granted i thought id lost you but then i found you and then i lost you all over again if i could see you smile just one more time all the pain in the world could not stop me from finding you once more
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
truest of friends
iam sorry if i made u insane and diven u away but u'r my one and only the way u said u'r name and i thought this was all a game then u started to leave and the air was so hard to breathe cause u'r my one and only u didn't come back and u wernt on my map plzz come to me i'll leave u be becaus e u'r my one and only
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Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
one and only
i love you dad, and i love her to but i wish it was just you and me again when we could just talk for hours... about our dreams of going on mission trips together all over the world... of making a CD together... i wish you wernt so busy.. i wish you were with me all the time... you understand me like no one else does.. i miss the days when it was just you and me. when we would sit side by side playing piano and watch the angels dance before us to our glorious melody... when we would go on bike rides through town and dance on the side of the streets like no one was watching..... believe me i am thankful for the times we have now with your new wife.. but its not the same! when she left and it was just you and me we talked about our dreams for hours like we used to! and we sang together.....like we used to... it was so great but then she came back and she was yours again...not mine and the talks of dreams quickly faded and our melodys quickly died.. i miss how it used to be daddy when your all by your self and you ponder your thoughts i wonder if you do sometimes? because i know i do.... but soon enough its time for me  to leave as i walk out the door i look over my shoulder and i see you and her laughing....... ....just like we used to ...for hours but i keep walking because i know your happy and you deserve to be i know lifes really coming together for you with the ministry.... and the CD and your wife just dont forget to dream with me.... dont forget to sing with me to the angels.... like how it used to be
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
i miss how it used to be
i love you dad, and i love her to but i wish it was just you and me again when we could just talk for hours... about our dreams of going on mission trips together all over the world... of making a CD together... i wish you wernt so busy.. i wish you were with me all the time... you understand me like no one else does.. i miss the days when it was just you and me. when we would sit side by side playing piano and watch the angels dance before us to our glorious melody... when we would go on bike rides through town and dance on the side of the streets like no one was watching..... believe me i am thankful for the times we have now with your new wife.. but its not the same! when she left and it was just you and me we talked about our dreams for hours like we used to! and we sang together.....like we used to... it was so great but then she came back and she was yours again...not mine and the talks of dreams quickly faded and our melodys quickly died.. i miss how it used to be daddy when your all by your self and you ponder your thoughts i wonder if you do sometimes? because i know i do.... but soon enough its time for me  to leave as i walk out the door i look over my shoulder and i see you and her laughing....... ....just like we used to ...for hours but i keep walking because i know your happy and you deserve to be i know lifes really coming together for you with the ministry.... and the CD and your wife just dont forget to dream with me.... dont forget to sing with me to the angels.... like how it used to be
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i promised you a world of your own i promised that you'd never be alone im sorry but these promises i make have come and gone all to late i promised that you had a home i promised you a hand to help you up im sorry but these promises i make will not come true, but they wernt all fake i made promises i couldnt keep i made hopes rise and then fall heavier than before i saw what you needed i saw your pain i wanted to help but couldnt i made promises that i couldnt keep and im sorry im sorry....... i love you
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
i promised
How many times Can I drown myself in you Every time I see you know You are happy I think back on all those moments we shared Wernt you happy then too? How many times Can I drown myself in you God you were beautiful And you were mine We could spend hours doing nothing No words Just the feeling of our heart beats How many times Can I drown myself in you I just want to get over you So god **** badly But **** did you leave a hole in my heart That aches past midnight On days like today The day's the pills were a bit to late
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
Just a bit to late
my life has been great my best friend who is my savior. you have protected me when the world has be came a danerous place we travel with only our note as well with a change of clothes you left me for a whole week with no no note i have tried calling you but u your voice mail said you have i had to come out in the dangerious world you finally got here back. you never said any thing you just gave me a blank steare. i start tearing up cause i feel why ou are quiet tell me you didnt sell your soul to the devil hours go by when i start to cry i hope you we ok he said to me he is dying he said it was cancer that have arrested him in life he told me he will stay with me till that day comes fi final day i said why did you you not tell me you wernt okay he said he didnt want to scare me he told me he will show me how to survive in this internal hell. my tear drops drown my words. pls dont go i dont have the skills to trust my deal i just cant telll you my broken broken self you told me that some day we will meet again some day your my only famiy i have been abandon you wonnt be alone i cant stop crying for every memories you and me made to the chapter book closing the end. i know i have to be strong srong for you but im scared to be wondering the world alone . i know that i am scared cause i have been abandoned. i let my demons run wild the the dark street during the night like starting a wil fire you have been my sworn protector but you cant escape your life you seem like your in pain you told every thing will be okay even when my vary last day ill all wayd be with you. i have lost the family that i had now your leaving me to a battel you cant survive i dont know how to talk in society. you have tought me well. i dont know where to go when you leave i love you just hold on tight long enoth to learn to survive th worst of societys games
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
dying love
my life has been great my best friend who is my savior. you have protected me when the world has be came a danerous place we travel with only our note as well with a change of clothes you left me for a whole week with no no note i have tried calling you but u your voice mail said you have i had to come out in the dangerious world you finally got here back. you never said any thing you just gave me a blank steare. i start tearing up cause i feel why ou are quiet tell me you didnt sell your soul to the devil hours go by when i start to cry i hope you we ok he said to me he is dying he said it was cancer that have arrested him in life he told me he will stay with me till that day comes fi final day i said why did you you not tell me you wernt okay he said he didnt want to scare me he told me he will show me how to survive in this internal hell. my tear drops drown my words. pls dont go i dont have the skills to trust my deal i just cant telll you my broken broken self you told me that some day we will meet again some day your my only famiy i have been abandon you wonnt be alone i cant stop crying for every memories you and me made to the chapter book closing the end. i know i have to be strong srong for you but im scared to be wondering the world alone . i know that i am scared cause i have been abandoned. i let my demons run wild the the dark street during the night like starting a wil fire you have been my sworn protector but you cant escape your life you seem like your in pain you told every thing will be okay even when my vary last day ill all wayd be with you. i have lost the family that i had now your leaving me to a battel you cant survive i dont know how to talk in society. you have tought me well. i dont know where to go when you leave i love you just hold on tight long enoth to learn to survive th worst of societys games
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...you know I lay there thinking of your **** And you know on ****** my throat you slash If I don't die you know I'm gonna dash Step out the door bludgeon an **** to death Strangle a bitch,leave her short of breath Rub my face in Luke warm breast If she says "Thankyou" she can be my guest I'll **** every ******* fitty I see Gotta let that deep wound ******* be Asking as I got a ******* hottie on me This is how I define being free Drown me with you ******* *** I wanna add more of you for hours for a final sum Until my **** is numb And when we're done polish off the ******* *** Bang the bottle up you *** I knew you wernt ready bitch,you chatting pure gas An alright looking lass But between you and the rest,time'll pass
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
One from the personal stash...
It's difficult to sleep when I have the same nightmare everynight. It's difficult to be awake when that nightmare is my reality. Everynight I remember my past. Everytime I was beaten and left in the corner to pick myself up. Everytime I was hurting and I had to brush my self off. I was defensless. Every time I was touched by the man that were supposed to be role models. My heart aches knowing that I was always alone. When I watched my parents argue, or my brother beaten. My mother beaten. I was cornered and crying. And I was left to clean the blood, to call the cops. No one asked me if I was okay. No one offered a hug. I still remember that stuff. I still remember being tackled and hit. With blood running down my face. I didn't feel the pain of the punch. My heat was crying to much. I trusted them. I depended on them. I still do. They wernt there when my brother was ripped out of my life. All the nights that I've cried myself to sleep, are meaningless to them. I reached out. I cried for help. But they were to sad to see my tears. Worked to much to see me bleed. I was alone. And I tried to help them. But I just got yelled at. Just got hurt. Kicked when I was down. They said sorry. They would change. But I stopped trusting them. I stopped trusting people. Because what they di didn't know was I was beaten at school too. Tortured by my peers. The teachers didn't care. They said to **** it up. I had to anyway. When I tried to tell them about school they would say they were to busy. They were always busy. When they wernt they dumped me at my grandparents. They were no better. They spat in my face and made sure I realized I'm worthless. They drilled it into my head. Here I am 14. Straight A's, college courses and honor role every year, and I'm still not enough. I have pushed my self and I'm hurting. When I wake up screaming, I'm not heard. When I walk out crying, I'm not seen. They promised, and they lied. I'm still abandoned. I'm still alone. I learned to stop leaving myself vulnerable. I listen to my music, alone, I'm the dark. Where no one could see me anyway. Where no one could hear me anyway. I tell myself that i dont need them. Now that something seems "wrong" with me they worry. I have two counsalers a therapist, and a phycoligist. But I don't need them. They can't fix my problems. What's the point. I don't know how to be happy. I never had a reason to be. I try to pretend so people don't try to help. I let so many people try and they all have up on me. I don't want to be hurt again. I stopped sharing. I hold it in. I can say I'm okay with tears falling, and they would all believe it.
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
The Truth
It's difficult to sleep when I have the same nightmare everynight. It's difficult to be awake when that nightmare is my reality. Everynight I remember my past. Everytime I was beaten and left in the corner to pick myself up. Everytime I was hurting and I had to brush my self off. I was defensless. Every time I was touched by the man that were supposed to be role models. My heart aches knowing that I was always alone. When I watched my parents argue, or my brother beaten. My mother beaten. I was cornered and crying. And I was left to clean the blood, to call the cops. No one asked me if I was okay. No one offered a hug. I still remember that stuff. I still remember being tackled and hit. With blood running down my face. I didn't feel the pain of the punch. My heat was crying to much. I trusted them. I depended on them. I still do. They wernt there when my brother was ripped out of my life. All the nights that I've cried myself to sleep, are meaningless to them. I reached out. I cried for help. But they were to sad to see my tears. Worked to much to see me bleed. I was alone. And I tried to help them. But I just got yelled at. Just got hurt. Kicked when I was down. They said sorry. They would change. But I stopped trusting them. I stopped trusting people. Because what they di didn't know was I was beaten at school too. Tortured by my peers. The teachers didn't care. They said to **** it up. I had to anyway. When I tried to tell them about school they would say they were to busy. They were always busy. When they wernt they dumped me at my grandparents. They were no better. They spat in my face and made sure I realized I'm worthless. They drilled it into my head. Here I am 14. Straight A's, college courses and honor role every year, and I'm still not enough. I have pushed my self and I'm hurting. When I wake up screaming, I'm not heard. When I walk out crying, I'm not seen. They promised, and they lied. I'm still abandoned. I'm still alone. I learned to stop leaving myself vulnerable. I listen to my music, alone, I'm the dark. Where no one could see me anyway. Where no one could hear me anyway. I tell myself that i dont need them. Now that something seems "wrong" with me they worry. I have two counsalers a therapist, and a phycoligist. But I don't need them. They can't fix my problems. What's the point. I don't know how to be happy. I never had a reason to be. I try to pretend so people don't try to help. I let so many people try and they all have up on me. I don't want to be hurt again. I stopped sharing. I hold it in. I can say I'm okay with tears falling, and they would all believe it.
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