"whisteling" poems
carried out by the whistling
tune my whisteling tune which no
instrument can immitate
my whistling tune which plays
on the heavens above my whilstling
tune which is magnificent, innocent
and creative
i cherich my whistle tune it gives me
my own identity my own signature
my own creativity my whistling tune
is the best for i whistle evry rise of the burning star to the the rottating of the coin
my whistle tune goes like this
dun-dun-da-da-da-dan
do-do-do-do
dun-dun-da-da-da-dan
do-do-do-do
doo-doo-doo-doo-do-do
di-di-di-do
do-do-do-do-do
its touches my sences presess my
my hunger for success pushes me where
their is no limit for i love my whistle tune
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
it will make you love
it will make you cry
it will bring you down
it will get you high
you listen to the music
and would like to sing along
you want to get the meaning out of each
and every song
but all you want is to find yourself message
and some words to call your own
eigher way you keep on listerning
whisteling
it keeps us going
I promise
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
If there was ever a time to fall in love
This is it
If I could explain why you
Are my definition of beauty
And that even as I pretend not to care your smile haunts me as it haunts the woods I walk in
I would.
I would argue that you are my sun
The warm droplets of rain
The whisteling wind
And your fingers paint silver lines
Into shivering aspen leaves.
The lines I love so much.
Your love haunts me in delicious tingles that
Splinter through my veins
It haunts me in the form of
butterflies that lift my cheeks and when your lips kiss the air
Wild notes spill from your soul...
I love you more then I can say.
But
You terrify me
For years I have ran because your brilliance makes me doubt I could fall for any other human
I believe the words that collect around us
Are a cacoon of correctness
And your arms were made to hold mine
Everything screams how perfect
We are for eachother.
How wrong and perfect we are.
I want to apologize
If I sound like an idiot
It is merely because I am that grade six girl running to the bathroom to hide
Because her crush just walked into the classroom.
I am that love song played on repeat
That everyone hates because it's cheesy as ****
But still true
I've loved you since the first time we met.
And you are a star
With so many galaxies to explore
I don't want to limit you to just one.
So the deep green moss
Soaks up
My tears as I rejoice
In our friendship that I have tested
More then once.
I pray you will forgive my needy heart and disregard my unruly love
Because in the hidden parts of my body
I know you don't love me.
And I cannot
Do
Anything.
Except retain my dignity.
goodbye
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
I find easy it is to not find
what I seek
the electric, body
as Whitman, kind'a said,
Buckowski seconded,
I answer the calls,
I stand with them,
in their background,
whisteling,
counting,
alive every second,
when I create,
even the worst.
I speak my mind, trying,
to not find, the
end.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC