"whith" poems
She lived deep in the forest,
in a tiny little cottage,
she sold little hearbal remedies,
****** mary,
****** mary.
For she was kinda weird,
for she was called a witch,
none dared to go to her house,
****** mary,
****** mary.
She was accused for drying cows,
and for rotting stored food,
when children cought a cold,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Little girls in a village,
began to disappear,
one by one they all went,
****** mary,
****** mary.
No one found,
wheere the children went,
they simply just vanished,
****** mary,
****** mary.
A few brave souls,
went to the cottage,
to see what they could find,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Denied she told,
to those brave souls,
she now looked attractive,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Then came a night,
where a little girl,
walked away at night,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Her mother screamed,
her father worried,
but she kept on walking,
****** mary,
****** mary.
The townsmen saw,
a glowing light,
coming from the woods,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Then they say,
behind a tree,
standing the unseen,
****** mary,
****** mary.
It was mary,
being scary,
pointing at the girls house,
****** mary,
****** mary.
They shot,
and stabbed,
upon mary,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Mr miller shot her,
whith a silver bullet,
in the hip,
****** mary,
****** mary.
the townsfolk grabed her,
and burned her,
at the stake,
****** mary,
****** mary.
But as she died,
she scramed a curse,
at those who say her name,
****** mary,
****** mary.
She said if you,
say her name three times,
infront of a mirror,
****** mary,
****** mary.
You will die,
if you say those,
****** mary,
****** mary,
****** mary.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
*Nature welcomes you with an embrace
The wind playfully caresses you
And the crescent moon still visible
And the sun playing hide-n-seek
About to rise, coloring the flaming sky
In the amphitheater of celestial sphere
There is the drama unfolding of a new day
All the spectators, waking to the spectacular
Applauding, as a tribute to the grand illustration
Of abstract paintings, with a rich hue
Dawning on us whith a new plot to enact
The sunrise guiding us with a new ray of hope
Birds leading the way, helping us dream
To reach higher and cross new horizons
I am also a spectator in the crowd
Thronging to face life, as new day has dawned*
© Amitav (Radiance)
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Well, you'll pobablly be in another womans arms in the years to come
but that doesnt faze this thing
welling
that runs through the tunnels and the funnels of this heart
my love
because it gives me conviction when you are weak
it gives you the loving that you seek
and yours
like chemistry
it gives me the wish fullfillment, the dream I'd always wanted to meet
you are my sorrows dry
the tear drops from tears
separated from thier highest fate
transmuted from young coal to old gold
you bring something with you
with that pride welled up in your heart
ike a wise kind serpant
that only seeks to help
only seeks to pleasre it self
to helping me
and those who are comming
you have the ancients in those eyes
considerable, and powerful
they recognize the same power inside
me
I didnt need your acknowledgment for it to be here
but without it
I wouldnt be here
it would die whith te last morsels of my heart
to a kindly but devious part
Ive been called from the old story books, then
when the gods were our best of friends
but now I am here
in a world that is no longered catered to
because of fear
the children are blind and weak
and recognition, friendship wa all that I really ever seeked
with shoulder bones of gold
you reached into me
and saw something old
saw something untouched by the hardships that has the power to turn something beautiful
decreppid and old
not that Ib havet
havent felt the shiver of the cold
by my own small fraction of foolishness
because I listened to what this life had shown
but all the while I thought of you
even while others ran me through
this same kindness isnt wasted on you
it gives me great pleasure to do
all of this for you
because you dont look down on me
yu see yoursef in my glee
and I see a young god
with a youthful nourished body from the glitters its mind contains
like a wise stag, you've lived your ife as not to shame
the wisdoms and truth carried in your name
you make love to me
my wounds you clearly see
My lovliness dare not loosen themselves from me
my spirit is wise
and its beauty
its heart
its demise
but I am safe with you making love from behind my thighs
I am recognized for the creature I really am
not the kind to still be walking the land
but with your face in mine
my eyes flicker with a hope, completely consolidated
by your firm touch
your firm kiss
upon my soft halo
we are
the same creature
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.
The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.
The trees are bored
Whith being green.
Some people leave
The local scene
And go to seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
I always wondered where
the term, room to let
came from
Everyone knows
It means a room to rent
So, why the to let?
Sounds like Toilet
When you say it out load
To let you do as You Please?
Behind closed door?
Or let you have a room?
Or perhaps let you wonder
What it is your are renting?
Who Knows? I'd like to
Mine is always piled
whith things I can't find a place for
And most likely
should have tossed long ago
Skates I never use
But they fit
TVs that no longer
receive a signal from UHF
but they are perfectly good
maybe as monitors for games
Or the DVDs
We seen all a million times
So, maybe it means
To Let You
Stack your crap
in place of mine?
To Let You
Do things you wouldn't
Do anywhere else?
Well, I've spent three days
Clearing my stuff out
So You Can Pile
Your Stuff In
Room To Let
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
I'm living life
I'm doing fine
I'm in control
Something happens
something I do perhaps
a decision, a mood, an impulse
maybe someone
I stutter, stumble
fall right out of it
head first to the concrete
Everything is wrong
the movments of my body
the placement of my feet
what is reality?
Top down view
front row
what a **** show
Everything is to much
peoples chatter humming, building up
sun light blinding to my eyes
stop looking at me
Here we go again
take it from the top
more like bottom, crawling up
Does it get better or worse
easier or harder
strong or weak
whith each run?
What's the grand prize?
Everything feels wrong again
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 4:29 AM UTC
Early too early
I wanna sleep
But something is burning
Right in the deep
The thoughts, the ideas
Are crossing my mind
How long will they stay
I have to decide
They are impolite
I won't ever miss them
But they'll keep on coming
Again and again
With every visit
They'll put a weird pressure
On me
Like when you're in desert
And have to keep water
Until you see a village
Whith a certain relief
Sometimes I managed
To empty the bottle
Because I was certain
There was a fountain
But when I came closer
The hope broke all over
It was just another mirage
In my brain.
And they keep on visiting me again.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
see i think myself alone
whith friends that are there but not at home
but as i look hard
yes i may be crazy
and live in a house of cards
but i realize im not alone
not everyone hates me
but as i look closer
we are together
even if we dont know eachother
we are together
together as writers
together as poets
together as puppeteres
togethers as crazies
because i may be crazy
but all the best people are
so lets all be together
as one
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
I write as I cry as I drink as I am,
A broken little man with sad dreams in his head,
The fingers that choke me still open the clam,
To find no pearls in but still leave it dead.
I love as I sleep as I **** as I want,
A sad little boy trapped in old man's skin,
The hands that awoke me still clumsy and blunt,
Dig my eyes out before I begin.
I dream as I yearn as I fail as I try,
A bitter young man with blood on his mind,
The hands that are on me want you to die,
While gasping for air desperate and blind.
I come as I am as you were as we'll be,
With gray in my heart and blond in my hair,
I was who I was, and now that's no more Me,
The blood still runs but brain can't be repaired.
I scream as I stay as I do as we bleed,
Whith heart that of *Bundy and the brain of Baudlaire,
So you will forgive me, aggression and greed,
Satan, have pity on my long despair.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
Shes about to call me back
give me the pitty
but its my pitty party and i cry if i waunt to
shes about to call
talk about my grades my life
but i have troubled times
no one gets it
not a single
so she gets mad gives the speech
but i swear ill yell at her back
just to build the courage i say im crazy so what
but if she waunts to mess whith me to
shes caught by one big nut
so she yells any way
like she waunts me to get mad
and i just realized
i hate the libarian.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Im off my rocker
i admit
but when they come a nocker
i will answere
whith a red smile
out of the sadness
out from the mile
ready to be crazy
so what
ive been through mazy
so i head out
ready to deal whith those sane
and then i head into the out
to the tree
and i laugh and cry
cause thats where she met me
but i laugh
i laugh cause im crazy
im a maniac
im loco
im a psychopath
but im still good
ill help those who are good to
but those hoods
those bullys
they will be those who face me
face the crazy
those who are bullys that think themselves so cool
will beg for forgiveness
because no one deserves what they put upon
what gets put upon me
but im tired of just leting them bully me and bully others
im tired of bieing normal
im always overthinking
but now its there time dont you think
and this shall be my insanety who reaks vengance
this shall be my crazy story
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
Whats is the worst fear of all?
everyone one fears something
spiders
heights
the dark
tight spaces
What do you fear?
well ill tell you mine!
its the worst fear of all
Thinking you dont know how to love
the one you love the most
since ive believed my whole life
that no one could love me
i loved no body
And now....
i love somebody
I dont know how to say it
I dont know how to show it
and now that love could be in jepardy
im afraid that someone might be able to show her love
better then me
and i love her whith all my heart
and all my being
its just showing it?
giving it to her
no matter how much i want to?
im horrible at love
but i will fight for her
i would **** for her
now that i can show!
but the worst fear of all?
is losing the love you love the most
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
I wondered....
I wandered...
Am I really lost in this world?
Or has the world lost me?
I thought...
I pondered...
Is this really real?
Am what im seeing true?
I cryed..
I begged...
Yet it made no sense.
No difference.
I am still me..its all i will ever be.
And that's cool whith me!
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
In a whisper in a sigh
in a dream that flashes by
i can see you deep whithin
i childhood memory growing thin
in a flicker of an eye
in a heart that aches to cry
i can hear your words of love
as you soar to the heavens above
in a whisper in a sigh
i hold your hand as time goes by
i see the pain i try to hide
to protect my heart by your side
in a mind that searches why
whithin the monster needs to hide
to find the answeres to start to heal
to halt this cutting pain i feel
whith a tear in my eye
whith fresh hope i search high
for one last chance to sit awhile
to view your face, your laugh, your smile
and in a whisper
i realize
ill never
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC