"whoevers" poems
Take a picture. Snap! Now show the world where you have been
That brilliant destination and all of the sights that you have seen
Be it Morocco and onto Timbuctoo, not a thing ever went wrong
The lies that we can tell whilst singing a different song
We live the perfect life as seen by the planet and its friends
Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, instantly removed in a millisecond
For what they can see is fake and often ******
A quick brush up, a digitized wipe and Instagram is oh so worthy
A story to tell your friends of that fantastic night out
Not to mention that later on the bouncer kicked you all out
Delete that girl in the background that you pulled after that shot
The town bike to all who know, never going back to that spot
For social media will always tell a different story
Best looking people in the frame, a night of unreal glory
Waking up with an STD, let’s keep that well away
Some **** at the bar not smooth and slick, forget the box of Milk Tray
For this never happened looking down at your feet
Hers or his, whoevers bed it is
Hence,
Edited
JJB
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
I never used to believe it.
Pennys that bring good luck.
Black cats that make you weep.
Something about mirrors.
But now.
Now I understand it.
Because dreams, and wishes, and all the other ********
It's real.
And crazy thing is..
I've experienced it.
Maybe it was a completely backwards way.
And maybe whoevers in charge of all that crap got confused.
But I found you.
And you weren't exactly who I had in mind.
But you seem to be better than what I thought I deserved.
So now I make 11.11 wishes.
And I pick up those ***** coins and count to 3 and make a wish.
And I don't try smash mirrors anymore.
You've shown me love is real.
That movie. Heartfelt. Real love.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Okay, so I guess this is how it all works,
I tell you all my problems and you add it up just to tell me **** my worth."
Well to me, seems like my own heart locks itself in the slammers,
Maybe cause when I seen a pretty girl walk down the street I'm indulged by her Curves and her Angles.
And how I'm an own addict to myself.
My biggest fear is that my greatest addictions is slowing what's killing my own health.
Been missing a couple of my own old birthdays
But I tell myself "meeting new people could add happiness in some kind of more ways."
Cause it's really sad when you celebrating everyone's birthday but not even your own.
At my house blowing Birthday candles all on my own. Sometimes I feel so alone.
Yet I sometimes do find myself thinking all about of my Ex
Maybe cause the new girl I have I'd be calling her "My new best."
In this mind it feels like a running TV show but I'm still flipping through channels
And people say "I'm a nice guy," but some days it feels like I loss a piece of my manners.
And really sometimes my own Dad and I could feel too closely like the brand new guy
Deep down I really hate when we really don't show each love "Daddy in the silence could you hear me cry."
And somehow I'm supposed to Christian.
But sometimes the things I do make me feel like I'm lacking in the knowledge of wisdom
And how much I love my girl but I pray not to disappoint her,
Maybe if I were pure of heart, I would wash her feet with oil so I could just go and anoint her.
She has my thinking of kids
I love the fact but I don't want our own children to be part of the weirds.
And how I fear for my own son.
My biggest fear is that I don't be the father he needs.
And die saying "well I guess my jobs all done."
But these are the thoughts of rest
Not the perfect of men, but I try to give them my best.
And maybe this could be your theme song,
Maybe you could be singing through your troubles just to carry you along.
So to Doctor Therapy, to whoevers out there, I hope that you listening.
Cause these are the things I had to say. Hoping surely that there's nothing of some sort that you probably missing.
Just don't forget that I am Christian.
Yet still a human being, so just to know that some of these sins are so hard to be resisting.
But still tell the world of this man's story
And tell them that he tried to his best under his Glory.
And this a story for us or maybe a story only for you.
But, I'm hoping that all the words I said you find them but a bit of word of being a True
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
I can tell that whoevers gonna love you is gonna love you a lot.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC