"wheather" poems
I am unsolved, I am a statue in mortality, my smile has had an impact on society but my life has never been absolved
All I wanted to do was entertain, but instead, someone betrayed me and let my blood fall like rain and with nothing to gain
Before and after, my eyes have always been open so while you figure out who's the killer wheather it was Rob, Ed, or that guy Hansen, I have to wait, invisible to the world and lost until then
I've been killed, tortured but you all just talk about which side they cut first or how my body tore, the name is Black Dahlia and that name has become a media *****
My smile has been smeared ear to ear, my body severed in half, my veins drained of every quart but I am still proud to say my name is Elizabeth Short
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
The heavy girls are too heavy
The skinny girls are too thin
The **** is perfect
The nerd is a try hard
The fangirl is a freak
The fanboy is gay
The goth girl is a *****
The goth boy is insane
The person who asked for help today just needed a person to talk with
But in today's society we only follow hate and gossip
That skinny girl can't gain wait
That fat girl doesn't know what to do
That **** maybe varsity but he's got problems too
The nerd is poor and wants to go to college and the only way to do that is through a scholarship
The fangirl lives in a fictional world because of the judgmental people in her own
The fanboy does the same and it doesn't matter wheather or not he is straight or gay
The goth girl isn't a ***** she just listens to her music and wears black
The goth boy isn't insane he just wants his happy life back
The person who asked for help today really did need it
But now it's too late for her and now her death has been completed
All of these people could be good or bad but you will never know that
Because in today's society we only follow hate a gossip
So the next time you see a strangers face
Go on say hi and see what they say
Some might stick their noses up and walk away
But for others a stranger being friendly just might make their day.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
You inspire me to be better
Assertive like heaven
Positive vibes move subtle, etheric wheather
Though not as you think
Subtle like beyond view ;
vibe Grand like da right hand of the spectrum
Young driver but
Dis ain't my first vehicle
Sight like, first-eye wise
"Nanotangible"
O sumtm' of da direction
The blessing is
We can all share this space of awareness
If we step correct
No draggin
No shade
Upliftment
Sun rays
But the method take
A lil "calminuity"
Yeah I get fluid like da element
In the Magic of Creation
No disruption
No displacement
Focus like a blade being sharpened
Home is Presence
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
The day began on a sunny note
For hours it shone
wet clothes wrinkled in heat
the clothes of the labouring man was wet.
Slowly,
the sun shine went bleak.
The winds arose in its greatness.
Sands and weightless filth rustled in laudatory.
The first
we heard
was a sound like a Tornado,
sweeping through the trees and dry land.
Doors and windows rattled in response.
Pregnant trees
forcefully delivered its fruits.
Road gossips fled.
The clouds thickened.
The lighting struck,
making free-hand sketches on the clouds.
The sounds made
felt like God was smashing bottles in heaven.
Children ran under their beds
and tightly blocked their ears.
This went on
for a while
till the wheather blew the whistle for 2nd half.
The clouds cried sweetly
and intensely.
The winds pacified the clouds.
Children came out in troops,
******** dressed
They delighted in the taste and feel of the rain against their skin
Whatever that wanted to remain dry stayed hidden.
Moments later
all was quiet
except for the children.
Soon it was nightfall,
bon fires were made.
The youths gathered to hear and tell stories.
The occassional flies made their way to these gatherings too.
Amazing night ahead
I thought.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
Autonomous you don't wanna miss
Synonymous with anonymous
Alcoholics drinking like the glass is bottomless
Lost confidence and gained higher consciousness
Now doing opposite to avoid consequence
Pertinent providence prominence
Profits from the pompousness of old profits of our fifth
They were out prophets then
Now it's promises
Back to provenance of our populous
No predominance
More contentedness with our documents with what's cognizance
And the monument of spiritual opulence
Wheather hypothesis
Or is what it is
To remain in the violence
Or turn optimist
All your perogative
Wish you well
Wish you rocket to the fourth dimension ****
But most of all wish you to close your eyes to hear what it says
Cause that you don't wanna miss
It could be your bliss
Reminisce but remember they're remnants
Fragments
Resentment you keep in your sentence
Is your penance
What you recieve is your resemblance
No regrets for pass but remembrance
Your true presence is endless
Practicing temperance
Life is tremendous
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
i heard you say softly,
you would soon get married,
in a passive way.
your mum has found a groom
she thought perfect,
the horoscopes match,
and your father, approves. that's that.
so nothing much left,
except sorting out "our mess"
caused by your" thoughtless
adventure," as you put it,
you now think it was "just physical"
you weren't sure yet
wheather it was love,
you felt, about me
though intense.
"that was a whim
and i wasn't in my senses
as i see it now,
when i listen to my dad and mom ;
a whim ruled my mind
i fell for you straight
your scent had something to do in that,
i could hardly think,
every time i almost swooned"
your part of the story
has a sharp razor gleam
the matador smiles,
just before the sword gets the bull,
i can almost hear the cheer of spectators,
it's the Roman crowd that still calls the shot
you and me are pawns, as time here stand still.
that's convenient, isn't it?
you are still, and would allways
have a disarming charm,
i'd never forget that, my lovely war wound!
it would remain with me ever.
we need to learn
to take body and mind
in seperate packages,
in this quagmiry times.
i understand,
you are at it, you'll be good.
you have this black mole
on your cheek,
as you speak i was
looking at it, as if it has a different life,
it now seems a symbol of something,
i try to place , but head was muddled,
i smell a betrayal, the mole soon would go,
suddenly, i felt a whim:
to kiss the blakest bit, still your part.
)O(
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 6:43 AM UTC
When I needed some one to lean on
You stepped away and watched me fall.
You said you would always lift me up
When I was crashing down you did nothing at all.
Any time you needed a sholder to cry on
I was the first in line to be there.
When tables turned and I had to cry
My sorow was too much for you to bare.
You cut me deep, my soul left to bleed
With your lies and wicked schemes
I don't need your fair wheather friendship
You take two-faced to a whole new extremes.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
Can i count on you
to be my man?
Just enough love
to keep us above.
Numerous Mistrust regulations
keep us from reaching the remark, congratulations.
Your dipped your tongue in pungent waters.
Now, your fresh breathe became odoured.
Your insults just give me the strength.
Your eyes tease mine in mockery
but soon it will be my own turn to laugh back.
No one will make u forget the way i laughed.
Can i count on you
to stay away from me?
You came, you saw, you took.
All the sweetness in me will never be over before my life-time.
You traded Faith for Flesh,
Interest for Injury
and Love for Lust.
All you ever experienced with me
is just a tip of the ice berg.
It gets interesting for you
when i go on hurting.
I will get better,
no matter the wheather
For i am stronger.
You will witness the radiance of Life in me
and you wont have a spot of that brightness in your direction.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
There once was a little boy that did not fear anything. He never knew what being afraid felt like. He kept thinking about it, and he started to think that he might not be normal, so one day he looked his mother in the eyes, with the biggest amount of sadness the eyes of a 9 years old could hold, and he asked her: Mom, what if I'll never fear anything? Would it be so bad? She smiled and took him in her arms and said:You would be the luckiest man alive. but sadly, my dear, fear is gonna find its way to your heart sooner or later. Wheather it would be after your first real love, and you'll be just frightened to lose her, or after the first time your heart has been broken and you'll fear you'll never find anyone as good as her, and you probablynever will, or after years of trying to make best out of it, when just hearing her name brings tears to your eyes and chills to your skin and you realise that that's not the best you could get you of it...Oh, my dear son, I hope you'll never fear anything... As she stopped talking, she looked at him. But it was too late, he was already still and cold.
Death never spares the brave ones...
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
theres a paper copy of taylor swift stuck on the window, an acab sign in her hands
this is the start,
there's an uber driver on a bike singing like i don't exist
this is the part where im cold
here the water overflows and this street understands my journey
two strangers talking about music and growing up with AC/DC and the Red Hots, parents' music shaping you up,
they understand me too
there's leaves falling, the sounds like bricks on the pavement
i sit down, back turned to the church
i heard there's at least one spider living every two meters
im scared of them, like a child's memory never truly leaving,
but the rain has calmed down, or calmed me down, which is which
i heard that wheather is always partly in the mind
i don't resent drops and winds and lightning anymore
i made them, right ? i'm strong enough for that
if i can create water and angry skies then
why do i fear creating anything else.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
ive never understood why it happened
maybe i was misbehaving
maybe i was bad
maybe he just wanted to
to hurt me and make me sad
wheather it was my misbehavior
or his ***** second nature
i grew up mature
never a child
always an angel
never able to speak out
using my own words against myself
"i was too young to ask for that."
i never would have anyway.
-LJS
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
the wheather was cold until your eyes
I do not understand
One bird was frozen
I think my heart
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 5:03 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
People often change,
Like wheather they have various range.
I totally understand it's the situation,
But atleast you can call me on some occasions.
The world is f i l t h y and dark,
Now see where we are.
I'm done with fake clowns,
Everytime I trust my face truns frown.
It is for sure friendship had cost me a lot,
People now a days are emotionless just like a bot.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
I see him....
I’m strutting with no reaction
His thumbs on his phone just thumping and tapping
With grace and with strength like love mixed with lust
His attention I need his touch is a must
The jealousy and Envy is from a light on a screen
I wish you could hear me I plead and I scream
I know I look good in these ocean blue jeans
Just look...JUST LOOK withthat fire in those frames
Dare I say... did it work?
As he peaks with a smile
Did he hear?..... was it heard?...
Yes he’s up
Oh **** these nerves that I feel
His touch
His feel is what makes me kneel
Wheather their heard or not
These curves words said were real
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
write a verse,
write a song,
write it with the chillum, on a ****
write slow, write fast -
write with an ******** while it lasts.
write for the right reasons, and the wrong ones too:
write because it matters to you.
write like a man, write like a woman -
write despite their contempt, unforgiven.
write on the walls,
of the times you recall -
when you felt small,
or when you’d fall.
write your heart out!
write your ***** out! -
and don’t you ever doubt -
wheather it’ll work out,
or choke your bank account.
write, if not for anything -
for the hope that still lies within;
just write, do not ask why!
if you must know -
write because you’d rather die.
write, my friend -
write.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 2:18 AM UTC
breathe, breathe
always be on the ease
see if you can
be a man
take hand and
say good job man
i really am a man
never say never
and always say i asked for the news not the wheather
high score
you wild bore
breathe, breathe
always be on ease
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
Blow by blow
The nasty winds battered
My Heart
The wind of Fears
The sorrow of tears
Like Tornado on top a tsunami
My eyes are liquid filled misty
I question my deity
I question my choicey
In this world of Desperate calamity
You see me smile
you don't know what I feel inside
inside me there is a storm coming
category five honestly speaking
I've never felt more alone
yet more in tuned with God
yet more in tuned with Jesus
my signals are crossed
I will let them give me rest
And the nasty wheather
blame it on nature
I will keep on trusting
I will keep on serving
I will keep on Living
So trust me when I say
there's no other name
But
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that's it!!
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
A healer can be a killer
Like a storm that pour down
In a sunny ****** wheather
A white flock of pain
That you can never regain
It cuts deep inside your brain
Like a bite from a fight thats my insight
Slow but true it has always been you
Clotting my brains out from my gut
Breaking and shaking my every waiting
Just breathe in all the feeling
Eventually it will all be nothing
And someday it might be
But all we will ever be is someday
What i want is you everyday
But all we ever say is hey
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
sun ray's are so strong
it is harmfull. it is wrong
when I wake wake at morning
i like to sing a song.
day's are going ,wheather are changing ,
my life is running
but
i am still studying .
i want to enjoy my life
without any wife
because life is cutting slowly by
knife.
i have only 30 days
to anjoy my life & love
&
after 30 days i miss
my all dove.
I waste my life in study & cigaratte
today i want to share you
my all
secret's .
After my death don't miss me
and don't do any foul
because
every day , every month ,every year
i am with you
with me & my soul .
:- ShreyasBhalekar
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
She has dreams of touching skies wheather its physical form or in hyper spirits. Takes trips to little Paris and takes pictures on a bridge of locked up secrete. Yet still wants to go to Big Paris and enjoy the high fashion trends of France maybe speak a little bit of french c'est la vie she'd probably say a honey with a lot of sauce I say. - A Pedi Women With French Taste
Swoo
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
It was a late midnight
and the radium stars on the ceiling wall were shining bright.
The wheather was pleasant,
the aura was warm.
I was sleeping with Noddy, in my arms.
Then A sudden heaviness in my head
broke my sleep
The pain was growing so steep
That I couldn't get up.
I tried to drub
but Some thing was pulling me in my bed.
I could feel something leak
out of my nose.
It was blood , spurting out
flinging the coze.
Severe nosebleeds,
was a common symptom
of my disease.
But this one was differing,
My nose was blistering.
I knew it cause I've had many before
But this time my throat became sore
And soon i lost all control over my nose,
All I could do was doze.
My mind, I tried to divert,
So I looked for Noddy,
his cap was as red as his shirt.
Then I tried to call for aid
But by now not just my head
also my arms and legs
heftly weighed.
The pain was only growing more,
worse, than ever before.
It was as if the red water was flooding,
Unstoppably my nose was bleeding
Then with a sudden strangeness,
something leashed my lungs
Now I was breathless.
I don't wanna a die, I wanna play with my dolls,
I spoke to the dream catcher ,
That hung on the wall.
I was ailing and weak
my vission was turning bleak.
Soon i was left with none.
All I feared, was oblivion.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
Who are you?
what do you believe?
what do you stand for?
we are a society living lost
oblivious in our own little worlds
Do you see what is happening all around you?
the homeless living on the streets
do you know your neighbors names ?
What is your form of entertainment ?
Television shows;
Satan worshipin,
demons, horror movies,
bloodly corpses, ******
**** ****** violence,
sexually scenes with under age,
we see every commandment in the Bible broken daily
on prime time for entertainment
Do you remember waiting all week
for the Disney family show Sunday night ?
The news shows q
terrorist cutting off somebody’s head on the internet
in the name of God,
schools, Music concerts, ands churches mass killings
Cultures collide, mass death because they believe it’s the end od days
Mass shootings, hundreds of people for no reason.
The worst wheather in history;
earthquakes, tsunami‘s floods
our earth is on fire.
people Suffering; starving, sickness, superbugs,
epidemics beyond proportion:
Isis Wars using child as A human shields strapping bombs to Babies and elderly
all in the name of God
There is an attack on ALL Christians and Christianity
We have taken religion out from our schools,cities and states
no longer allowed to pray.
You used to be able to go to any hotel room and find a Bible in the nightstand drawer no longer .
56% of the entire world no longer believe in God
we allow same-sex marriage
you can change your *** to whatever you want
We wonder why our children are so out-of-control
Why they have no respect for their parents or for anything
why they’re lost
why they try to **** themselves and others
Why they Turn to drugs; alcohol
Trying to escape reality
The Bible talks about a day when wrong is right and right is wrong
I would say we are there
Today
If you do NOT believe in the Bible
then how do you base your moral compass ?
if it feels good do it ?
if it’s good for you then it’s good
if it’s bad for you then it’s bad
Isn’t that rather like
playing GOD
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
I don't know what to do
I don't know where to go and whether
I don't know whether to
destroy the old and create a new one
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
Today very bad wheather
I don't know what to do
Im very hate everything now ever
I don't know what to do
I don't know where to go and whether
I don't know whether to
destroy the old and create a new one
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
Today very bad wheather
I don't know what to do
Im very hate everything now ever
2017
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
top-level sleep
tired eyelids
questions repeatedly stacked
cloudy wheather
sharp cilffs
scary steps
standing in a place
life is forcing
hand shakes away to the past
fearful look to the future
we are at such a point today
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC