"wher" poems
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
and we bloom wher soldiers fell
and lovers too,
and the snake at the word.
hooray say the roses, darkness comes
all at once, like lights gone out,
the sun leaves dark continents
and rows of stone.
hooray say the roses, cannons and spires,
birds, bees, bombers, today is Friday
the hand holding a medal out the window,
a moth going by, half a mile an hour,
hooray hooray
hooray say the roses
we have empires on our stems,
the sun moves the mouth:
hooray hooray hooray
and that is why you like us.
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Emptiness&horniness;&hungrinessAll;
feel the sssaame, slithrin’ like a snake baked’n fish oil
some callit desiree but I’m thinkin like I toil
hard to the soil. Y’know I need a fence era wall
to keep all them whatsabits outta here. Don’t stall
they’re coming tonight. We’ll put on the fight&boil;
some pasta & F like we oughta *•••••”’ recoil’s
the worst part about having some FunwittaGun
You think she cares bout bein in there Wait – a crow’s call
Yall be quiet now, now now, now for You my one
I’ll eat you myself, then get welth&helth;&MON-;
-EEEEEY – again with the crow, I’onno know wher its from,
maybe he smells ya, or ya babies, baby, beast time to
Feast and face the East or West or ********* You!
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
BLACK “BRAUN” WATCH
BLACK SPACE
BLACK IN THE CROTCH
BLACK IN THE FACE
BLACK COFFEY
BLACK SHABBY BONES
BLACK COLD TEA
BLACK SICK THOUGTHS
BLACK ******* LIFE
BLACK BALL UNDER A HAT
BLACK RUSTED KNIFE
BLACK PERSON IN ITS BED
BLACK … ALL IN BLACK
BLACK SHADE PULLING DOWN
BLACK TOO-LONG DAYS
BLACK WOMAN IN HER NIGHT-GOWN
BLACK OPINIONS ON GAYS
BLACK I
BLACK DEAD PEOPLE
BLACK GIFT-GIVING NIGHT
BLACK WORM IN THE APPLE
BLACK FOGGY FUTURE
BLACK GIRLS THAT I’VE MET
BLACK AWAITING VULTURE
BLACK IDEA IN MY HEAD
BLACK … ALL IN BLACK
BLACK STAINED WINDOW
BLACK FOREST UPON
BLACK COFFIN WHER I GO
BLACK CANCER THAT TURNS ME ON
BLACK … ALL IN BLACK
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 5:04 AM UTC
everyone needs
to leave me alo
ne because it hu
rts me too look
at them and I d
on't know wher
e I am and the
bed reeks of s
ex and laundry
detergent and
when I die will
my hair be stra
ightened? mak
e up my own fu
cking lyrics and
cry a lot and c
ount my allies
on my fingertip
s when did eve
ryone start hati
ng me?? am I
going to hell? i
s this hell? mu
sic isn't beaut
iful anymore b
ecause of you,
you ******* fu
ck why do I ev
en bother with
you why did I
even talk to yo
u you were alm
ost as ****** a
s I am!!! I'm sca
red to stick it t
o the man
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
this is about ABUSE and AGE
as you know there is so many different types of abuse and a lot of it is on seniors
we have the physical ****** verbal, mental to name a few and the elderly parents can fall into two and many times three of the four listed' we see children who can not , will not or just don't give a **** about anyone let alone their own parents'
first may come the verbal abuse and then the mental abuse and finally the physical.
so this little poetic story is about parents getting even.
PARENTS REVENGE
mom, dad - you lived your life so let me live mine
i'm not going to take care of you till the end of time.
I am young with so many things to do and no time to take care of you.
i'll have to put you in a nursing home or an assisted living
maybe you could survive on what social security is giving.
I am packing your bags and sending you away, I can't take care of you another day.
the father answered - my child since the day that you was born
we fed you, bathed you, changed your diapers and changed your clothes
because of the love we have for you.
now the tables are turned and you must do for us what we did for you
but if you don't want to -" that's o.k. too.
because we didn't expect any more from you
we had bought a house in OLD MEXICO and that is wher
we both shall go, with our social security checks
we can live like a king and queen and it's the most beautiful house
that we've ever seen. we'll have two live in servants
and a nurse, who will take care of us for better or worse
so live your life as you must, because we put our savings in a trust.
ha -ha the joke's on you son.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
I’d like to apologize,
Say sorry,
That you weren’t enough,
And sorry,
That with your heart I was rough,
It is no excuse,
That I saw no other choice,
But it’s the truth,
I listened to protections voice,
You might not believe me,
And I don’t wish you to,
My actions where in the long run,
To protect you,
You clung so hard,
So long,
So true,
On something,
That before it even started was through,
I didn’t feel it right you see,
To use you for your hospitality,
You saw me broken winged,
Raw and skinned,
And so your heart it bled for me,
And me? I was dead you see,
Your sympathy it killed me,
It scared me away and chilled me,
I wanted none of that,
None of your sympathy love,
And so I had to shove,
I couldn’t love you thereof,
I lacked anything after him,
I had no essence,
And with you my patience ran thin,
I wanted you to walk away,
Forget me,
Who your heart at their feet had lay,
I trampled it,
With carelessness,
With anger and incompetence,
I never meant to,
It was not my plan,
But my heart screamed don’t hurt,
And my mind screamed be ******
I’m sorry that I hurt you,
Pushed you away so hard,
I am sorry that I broke you,
But I just couldn’t handle it with a heart I barred.
I am sorry that I’ll never care as much,
Never want what you do,
But I have things of my own concern,
And as I did so you too must learn,
Its sad but true,
That you won’t always be loved back,
Its pain and tears blue,
From a lover where love is lacked.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:20 AM UTC
Too many parties.
Too much numbing.
I hate this song.
I hate this ****
Just kidding, this is so fun.
lol nope.
wher u b at????
oh my god I think someone roofied me.
probably shouldn't have smoked.
YAY TRUTH OR DARE!!
**** I'm hungry.
im not tired.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
a stopping sort of started ending newing knewing sort of ended stopped and beganed sort of yesing sort of wooing newing
sortofandalso
alsok
i
nd of stopped starting begunning
like well gee the summer was a nasal laughing roughness kind of sort of.
i'd like to kind of
or else to maybe
with autumn who was distinctly haired
in rich arresting dead
that kind of starting stopping started
or well i'd like to think
it,swellwhynotanywaybecause noone never didn't atall even in the big gabled church of dawn that strung the sky with gelatinous heaving fibers
all rabidly gesticulating puffy sansfinger hands grimaced on the slender naked
blue and black and bursting sort of kind of because sinewed fluffy hammers on because wrists because
when you get all ***** in the mucky sterile daughters little pink little rose bud climbing open little rose bud up open big blooming like pink little sort of big sort of small sort of rose bud
you kind ofwell you clean kind of your you you clean kind of clean it straight razor cleaning your you
you cleaned with her big sharp little ******* all sharp and little and big under her shirts under her skirts kind of sort of because
that,s
wher
e
she keeps it she
keepsitin there
summer:
she was unfreezing fresh squeezed lemon wedges sugar hilltops sweaty laughing nightmares in the big in the pale in the cordial surly pillow thick skinny heaps of gobbled luscious hot raining balmy slow quaking deaths every day i stood on that hill and i looked out over the city and she was really well gee sort of because.... . . . . . , ; ' "
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
Poetry?
Yes, it's a place I like to hide in
Bury deep within myself so that when it's dark,
I have words
I have
I have to
I have to face the world
I have to face my fears
I have to face my hate
and the subjects of it
I have to leave when I want to stay
won't you follow..
I'm so hollow
sometimes
can't
the break between breaths
sharp blades of grass.
the sad softness that leaves an itch
leaves you itching when you go inside
the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you to turn back
back..
your back is turned, don't look back
you've lost your perspective
wher
e
is
you're
so
sharp
I'd like to
think about
looking through the stars and back,
for someone one day.
I'd like
t
o
look in
to the sun one day I'd like to sh
ow my sunshin
e too one day
I thought my dreams fell, one day
I thought I found a deep chasm inside myself that could never be filled
with broken glass everywhere
broken shards, dug into my feet
If the blood couldn't fill the void what
if love
The br
eak between gasps
is free for filling now
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
"I'm home."
My whole plan for the night has changed.
"Let me throw on some real clothes and makeup"
"You don't need makeup"
"Oh the makeup isn't for you. The makeup is so I can deal with reflective surfaces."
I am there in less than a half hour.
You wrap me in a hug.
It's as if some sort of missing gear drops into place in that moment.
So many things are said in that one embrace.
Did it look that way to the casual observer? Or did it look like an average hug between friends?
There were no casual observers.
We're in a bar.
Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey.
You drink yours with Coke.
Mine has honey and is on the rocks.
"Are you two talking? Seeing one another?"
In unison: "No. Just friends."
Did anyone smell the lie before I recognized it?
My leg rests against yours.
You text me to communicate thoughts over the others' heads.
"Are you okay? I know he's a bit much. We can leave?"
"I'm fine. He's fine. Do you want to leave?"
We're leaving to join friends at a house.
We route through an ally to visit your brother's first.
You're in front of me. Beside me. around me. Kissing me. My lips remember things from years ago I'd told myself to forget happened. I shove you away. Confused. In shock. Dumbstruck. Awestruck.
"Wha...wher...where did that come from?"
"Oh. I see how it is. I'm sorry. Maybe I misread."
"No. Just...wha..."
I don't remember what else I said to you. Only what I felt. What I still feel. Shock. Relief. Awe. Joy. Disbelief.
I didn't shove you away because I wanted you away. I wanted to pull you in, ******* your hair in my needy hands and communicate to you things I've never had the guts to speak; wrap every inch of me around you and show you what my life had been without you; what it could be with you. I shoved you away because this is not what we do. We do not cross that line. We do not open that box. We do not acknowledge this...whatever this is. We ignore and deny. Even still, I didn't shove aside your next kiss. Or the next.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
*"Ey! Wher'da-fuque i'dat barbecue sauce at?"
"Methinks 't'is in the refrigerator;
aye, therein lies the rub!"*
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
4/19/17
Pave whatever heartfelt wisdom you have with bedrock
Bury it under thick heavy ores
Tombstome lullaby your thoights for me.
Catacombs.
Temples.
Deep in the under earth hidden from my children
My children who come to me of their own will
I do not make them, they make me.
I am nothing without thise I inspire
Take your worship of their bodoes somewhere else
Take your lures
Your beartraps
Your candy
To the cattleprodding red man wher you will hide your ambitious eros for my family
If you are really "Wise"
Oh, they love you don't they?
You made them so giddy to be slaughtered
After years of molding and guiding
One tertdacyl swoop with your hungery eyes
My friend.
youbare not worthy of my rivalry
I do not need to throw gauntlets down for ****
Let there be no forgiven intentions
Your mind would not be kept to yourself
If you laced it with trip wire
We know your secrets.
This is not a wizard battle.
we are not spiraling in a cataclysm on rooptop islands playing guitars shootig fireballs at one another
I am standing in a doorway.
You are naked on a bed
My arms are crossed and you are leaving.
This is not a goodbye
This is a warm bath, ibeprofen for your headache and a razor blade
Charity
Patrick starfish has a better home then you deserve.
Even at the bedrock of bikini bottom
You are mpt far enough down
Down
Down
Out of sight
Get your filthy hands off this grass
This sky
This air.
Stop breathing already
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
deciding what to do, knowing what do, it is all so complicated, i dont know wehre life is taking me and i dont know wher i want life to take me, i want joy but all i get is deception, how do i decide what path to take, what choices to make when all odds are against, when everyone is against my choices, how do you know right from wrong, blue from purple, life from death, how do you decide what you mean to others, what they mean to you, what anything means, how do you know you love someone or youhate someone, how do you know if you love yourself, or if you should slowly break yourself down, how do you know??
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
where fools fall in love, thats wher is at
they are black, or white, or latino, or asian
usually, and then two fall in love
because of an unusual circumstance, and the irony is funny, or beautiful, or scary, or scandalous
and then they do something horrible and brash to succumb to their love, or suppress it
and someone in the story tries to help them, and also someone tries to stop them
it becomes a thing, since the foolish lovers involve their families and friends to a maniacal extreme
so it's Romeo and Juliet,
And that's the story, I want to see it again...
I want to see the part where the protagonist trades hands with an enemy for his heart
show me the kiss in the courtyard, under the streetlight, in the back of the bus
the one that is horribly vain and *****
give me the spices and butter over cooking for a false wedding, a re-kindling of mutual benefit
hand me tybalt's dagger-
the show must go on
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
in your shadow i stand
with tears that wont fall
in ur shadow i remain
cause its where u want me to be
i have thought of termination
but its so hard to do
cause i still believe in us
even though it hurts to be at the back
i remain ur second
to a point wher i dnt exist
pushed at the back
with the promise of friendship
a friendship that was once so good
i have mumbled
i have cried
i have laid back
hoping u would come back
and reality hits so strong
at the glance of your new love
and i wonder why do i
remain ur second best.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
I smelled cigarettes and cancer
When you stood behind me
You've smoked your brains out
And lost every bits and pieces of you
You used to be a boy
I was very fond of
Until the day you closed your heart to me
And I really thought you left
That you dug up the chest I buried
Brought back what was stolen from you
But you still linger around
You still flow my mind
When I recall memories
Of young selfless love
I wanted to meet you one more time
And I wanted to help, I swear that I tried
But you showed me no interest when I typed
And then looked wide-eyed when I said goodbye
I remember a boy who wanted to be a writer
Wher is the innocent soul I used to cherish so much
Why did I and the time change you
Why'd you become a person I don't even want to know
I thought I was over you, over our late night conversations
I thought I didn't miss you anymore
But now the only thing I can think of
Is the cancer growing inside of you
Don't you see it's killing you
I would kiss chapped lips again if it meant healing you
And I would breathe the cigarette smoke to stay beside you
I would do anything to help you fight with this type of cancer
But you don't want my help, do you
You thought you'll never meet me again
And maybe I'm the only one of us two
Who's affected by that one time I saw you
And heard your voice
Oh god, it's so hoarse and so different
And it's bitter, talking about school
And I wonder how bitter it is talking about me
I know, it was my choice to let go
To let you go down the cliff of disappointment
And never visit your grave ever again
But that doesn't mean I don't miss you
Remember when I wrote you in the summer
I wanted to say something like "hey, I finally know
What I felt, just so you know you've never left my head
And I'm proud to say, I love you in a very different way"
But then I didn't say it
You were too closed
Too distant to hear that
And I'm sorry I messed up
But sorry in this pitiful poem is
Such a meaningless apologize
For all the pain that I've caused
For all those sleepless nights
At the end of the day, I brought this upon myself
I at least partly made you into a man you are today
And when I see you, I love the memory of you
That I buried close to my bed
But that's it - you are just a memory
And the memory boy you were is no longer there
I can only ask where did he go, why did he leave
But the answer is always untold but so very known in my head
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
What if I trusted you
I asked myself
and not my fear
or my idea
of you
Can you be
trusted
if I tell you
my truth?
Or will you
snigger or
opine
on mine
Wher e is
that line
I can never
fine
I'll return
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 2:45 AM UTC
Astride his horse, the gift-shop blisful martir
Raises his glov’ed hand in priestly blessing
For those who wear his token in evidence
Of a devout pilgrimage to Canterbury
By tour bus those who wolden ryde there
To seek a blessing (and a souvenir)
In brass Saint Thomas and his horse and groom
Forever stand; Saint Thomas asks of us:
“Sin you have seyn the paving wher I deyd –
Let now Iesu forever be your gyde”
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
We will meet..
Beyond the sky wher stars lies..
Top of heaven where angles flies..
Where love and possesion boundaries fades
When gray life gets 50 colourful shades..!!
We will meet..
Where every raindrop has lust of grass..
When times stop,but memories run fast..
When rainbow in sky welcomes mansoon.
If this happens darling, then will surely meet so soon..
We will meet Again
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
I
So as not to speak
As words are here to poison
The miserable heart it has chosen
I bind not blindeth on wher’s I laid my heart’s end
II
T’was a mischievous song and a sweet scent
Alas the end is near and neareth shall I bind thee
So as to beset someone to collect my reality
As I gain strength to give my covert sentiments
III
Bewitched by the eyes of nigh ol’ amour
Whispers of greatness thee angels sinking deeply
Drowning on savagery as I was scrapped dearly
T’was nigh my ol’ amour death shall devour us
IV
Alas the end is near
A ******** shanty promise
Longed and forgotten
Is it I who will bid farewell?
V
I, a scared entity
A coward, nay I say doth I could ne’er speak such sentiments
Forget me and leave me be
VI
I, a living entity but nearly death has taken me
Doth already poisoned my heart’s hope
If I could love, says the ol’ lad
I do, I do keep my sentiments at bay
I abhor it everyday
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
I miss u
I miss ur smile
I miss ur voice
I miss those eyes
I knew u felt it too
But I ran away from you
I knew u loved me
But I didn’t know how to
I miss u
I miss ur laugh
I miss ur smell
I miss those naughty chuckles
I knew u wanted more
But I wasn’t ready
I knew u wher certain
But I wasn’t sure
I miss u
I miss ur touch
I miss ur kisses
I miss those safe arms
Now lying in my empty bed
I look back and wonder what if
What if it was all in my head
Years gone by and now I finally see
I miss u
I think I loved u too...
I miss u
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC