"wholes" poems
Two halves make a whole
Two hearts join to become one soul
Two eyes that see one truth
We see different skies but take comfort in the same moon
We promised to never leave the other alone, that the love would not be gone too soon
Rejoicing in the moments from heaven,
Comforting each other when hell breaks loose.
Together through each others mountains and rivers.
Forbidden lust, forbidden love
Two souls that are forced apart
Two that yearn the others heart
Accepting each others flaws
One boy that’s far away from home,
One girl that’s questioning her own
But half a heart is better than none cause it can always be completed by the chosen one, But half a heart is like half a sun
Would it still be as bright as the full one?
Would the love be the same knowing that the other is not as strong
Why must these two hearts fight what’s in their souls
This burning desire
This passion they hold
Why must they put the flame out and become cold
Why waste away the hearts of others when they know the real future is with each other
Why not combine their hearts to become whole, to become one soul.
But having half of anything is like having half of nothing at all
It’s settling for half the love
Yet it could be more
Having half of love must be impossible, must be wrong
-The world is only existent because of wholes
One half cannot love for both
One half cannot fathom growth.
So why not have two halves of a heart
Two broken souls
Let the shattered remains of the other halves be the glue that makes these two people’s love whole
Because why face the world as half a person
When facing it as a whole is already near to the impossible
Two halves of a heart make a whole
Two hearts join to become one soul
But these two halves will never join
These two people will face the world alone- together, but lonely, like two sides of a coin
Not knowing the existence of humanity is dependent on whether they choose to love each other or choose to let it go.
The existence of humanity is dependent on all our lost souls.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
i'm broken spaces,
unnamed multitude faces:
see wholes as fractals.
i'm rubbed raw and sore,
i'm ***** waves on the shore:
rampant and rascal.
lost in the spotlight,
yet so defensive for fights:
though impractical.
i'm wanted by you,
yet i question what is true:
you falter and stall.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Pickles for one
Pickles for two
Pickles for some
Pickles for few
Pickles for smiles
Pickles for laughs
Pickles in wholes
Pickles in halves
Pickles for Henry
Pickles for Sue
Pickles for everyone
Pickles for you
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
You ever wish that you were a wild animal?
Sounds a bit indecent, but reckoning the sense of freedom, order, and understandings
;then, you'll look at it through a bird's eye
Doesn't it seem like animals have no issues at finding their purposes?
They seem to know exactly what is it, in which what they are living for
Oppose to us humans, they seem to be less frightened by death
Do you think animals have religious beliefs?
Some divine stranger they must let control their life.
Or are they responsible enough themselves?
And/or only have faith in what it mean to live
...Just live
The things in which they used to do is still their tendencies today.
Give me one lion that don't hunt anymore?
One pack or tribe that is ran by female?
One chimpanzee who think swinging from trees is out of style?
One shark who think blood is disgusting?
I never met a gopher who wasn't hip enough, who didn't "dig"; digging wholes
Every cat I know rub their skull, ribs, backbone, tailbone and tail; in one motion against other creatures for what I figure as comfort.
Shepherd, Yorkshire, or hound; however, they all get on the mailman's nerves
Humans... We just seem lost
Not knowing where we belong
Steady trying to figure out right for wrong
Attitudes always going up or down
Need to much to crack a smile
The slightest ordeal can make us frown
A successful human is visioned as having access to the whole world
Do you ever see a honey bee left behind in a swarm?
Or a polar bear climbing a tree when it's warm?
Their world has no critics
No trends
No high expectations
Just eat, sleep, and ****
Is that it?
Or there's more to it?
Two separate lives
But I'm influenced
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
You can hire me for whatever
I'll fix your broken heart
Repair the plumbing within its walls
Repair the wholes in it
I'll do it all for free
You can hire me to kiss you
To hold you
And I'll never charge you anything
As long as you tell me you love me
And I'm able to love you
With a love even a god himself
Cannot buy with anything
I'm your free handyman
I'll do whatever you want
Give you what you need
Even if I don't have the power to do that
I will try anyways
Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC
Mining we do
for survival and art..
repeating processes
both ancient and modern..
beginnings are quiet
seeded by necessity..
badgers dig holes
earthen tunnels and paths
powerful digging discoveries
sustaining of life..
coal miners diggings
dark labor below
planting cities above..
data mining
a technology
new in our time
computer's patterns emerging
never before seen..
startling creation
of many new
wholes...
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 5:13 PM UTC
When You Should Be Doing Homework
You dig for your future inside a mirror,
Excavating pimples, drowning in your pupils,
Wondering if the road map that gathers around
The belt of your iris will make you look wise
After fifty years of blinking—or
If the folds in your skin will bookmark a chapter
Where you let them close for too long
Memorializing a missed-out stripe.
You lean closer to the better half of yourself,
The one that gets to look real
in a cold glass surface
Without enduring the social blemish
that comes with authenticity
And a lack of caked on makeup.
You count the pores on your nose.
The weight of silent opinions and swallowed up worries
Split the edges of your lips wide open like a sore.
You look inside; behind the fillings, under the flood of saliva, inside the flesh of your gums,
For the shelves where advice for your unborn children
will sit and gather dust; yellowing like old bones and tasting like coffee.
Don’t marry your mattress.
The way to a man’s heart is bacon.
Sticks and stone don’t usually look like sticks and stones.
If those children become anything like you are now,
it’s a safe bet they will have selective deafness.
You imagine your graying hair and huskied voice
spewing life lessons drilled into you
by your parents, Hallmarks cards, and people who call themselves poets—
*Make sure your smile matches the color of the dry cleaned heart your wear on your sleeve.
If you want to do well in school, learn how to ********
Never own / wear anything studded.
One day you’ll want to die your hair a rebellious color, thinking it’s cool: go for it. To hell with the people who will give a ****
One day you’ll want a concert t-shirt with wholes and stains that spell out **** go for that too, you’ll learn the hard way those are the hardest to wash*.
You step away from the echo of your eyes in the mirror,
feeling sorry for the future responsibilities
you’ll try hard to raise into good people.
Mom and Dad don’t always know best.
Don’t look in the mirror and think about the future. You’ll only see your hair gray.
Do your homework.
Keep your socks clean.
Use protection.
You pull yourself out of your mouth
Gulp down the darkness in your pupils,
Letting your face return to normal—the road map sinking into your skin, disappearing.
That future is too close for you to conjure it in the mirror.
Even without the weight of wrinkles,
Your eyes are too tired to stay open.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
After long dark,
you can find me in my mind;
taming serpents; kissing girls.
You may not understand
why I've been the way I am.
You're under-educated
and that's only half your fault.
Sometimes I am imprisoned
within the waves of an ocean
that always misbehaves --
but it's not my fault; just the
way the god rolls: making halves
and making wholes.
After the short syrup of light,
you can find me hiding, true;
pulling off ticks; kissing boys.
You may not comprehend
the way I'm fumbled together.
You're under-educated
and that's only half your fault.
Always I am imprisoned
within the crash of culture;
my thoughts treated like worms;
my illnesses considered contrived.
But it's not my fault; just the
way you guys roll: ignoring halves
for conventional wholes.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am?
You don't remember these soft drown eyes
Staring into the vacant depths
Of your glazed over eyes
Donut wholes on your sunk in face
Mother, I'm that 13 month old baby
You abandoned and never looked back on
I'm the nuisance in the back of your head
Wishing you would wake up and feed me
Change my soiled diapers
The way you should change your habits
Mother, pleas I'm begging
I'm crying tears of snowflake shadows
I need you yet you're not there
You're two inches from my face
Crashing into couch cushions
Like suicide bombers
Needle stil stuck in your arm
Filling your veins with a substance
That prevented you from loving me
Hello...mother
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am now?
I wanted you to love me
Tell me bedtime stories
Keep the nightlight on
Long enough for me to fall asleep
Unafraid of what the shadows hold
Tuck me in and kiss me goodnight
Like the moon itself
Every night to the rest of the world
I want to be your world
Drenched in your loving moonlight
But no, the drugs you overdosed on
Prevented you from doing just that
And you still haven't learned your lesson
You called me several times
Telling me you love me
That you're sorry for leaving
But within the 5 minutes
It took you to choke your tongue
To say even one of those words
You sail away on that kite
Crash immediately into my heart
Causing missile words to bombard my walls
Calling me worthless, pathetic, and a waste
Hello...mother
Please remember me!
Please remember who I am!
I'm the baby you refused to hold at birth
I'm the last child of four
You wish you would have aborted
1 month prior to my concieving
Hello...mother
The late night hours of needles and pills
Powdery white lines cut like a chef
Must have erased me from your life
And if I could bleed every drop of your blood out
I'd carve canyons in my wrist
Let loose the dams
Drown in the wake
I don't want to be your son
I want to be the child of four you never had
Hello...
Forgive me for this
I know you don't remember me
I know you don't know who I am
But I hate you
I can only thank you for making me a poet
Giving me this curse
Because I'm no longer your puppet
Or your voodoo doll
With 12 needles in his chest
I'm the kid you will never know
So this greeting shall be as strangers
You never cared to know me
So this farewell shall be as strangers
Goodbye...
...Mother
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
SEWER RAT
I know I seen a sewer rat going down stream,
Playing along while it sings;
Down by the sewer love is waiting for the rat
hear come a fat cat,
don’t you dear look back at that
or the rat will attic;
because she doesn’t want no other
looking at her lover;
She is a sewer rat that has long teeth
And her breath stinks
But she can get nasty and downright mean,
She does have a bad name
If you know what I’m saying,
She lives near a run-down town,
By the sewer where all the other ugly rats play
To get their way;
She makes traps upon that cat;
She stalkers every move he makes
just to see where he goes,
If he is out playing with other sewer wholes,
that she knows.
She licks and picks her long yellow teeth
While she plays with a long green bean
that was floating down stream,
she goes around telling her lie all over town
that her cat is playing with gay men
just to keep others cats and rate from him.
He old cat has a long story;
That can get kind of boring
That can get her snoring,
Then she thought to her self
maybe she should of stay floating down
the sewer to find more action
for a little more reaction
to the packen,
where she can do some lay backen
on some wet sacken
doing some unripen and tapen
that kept her old cat on his tootise
where he would do some casing
but she knows her old love wouldn’t car
so, she would dare;
she knows there’s a lot of rats down town
but there isn’t one like her own fat cat
that loves to play in the sewer doing
what they love best.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2015
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
Submit insight
And
Implore.
Succor of cavity
Although termites
Void wholes.
To grievances.
We remember--
We Remember...
Insignificancy
Everlasting.
Forget-all
From-those-
With-frightful--
Diligence.
Rocks are cliffs
And faces.
Heads of people...
Were known
As motif-tulip
Conclaves.
Breakaway, tidal
Ant-bridges...
Because sheer
Necktie parties-
Are translucent.
--Please, ignorance
Slaughtered spaces.
Instinct grew petty.
Taxing arteries
To split...
Knowledge.
If only wisdom
Used-to exist.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
Two pieced
My bones are wilting away
****** inside the wonderland
Two pieced
My two souls are drifting away
Stuck inside a corner on the edge
Up and down is immaterial
Only thing real is then and now
Two pieced
My heart has been tormented
Pieces don't recognize
The wholes of themselves
Like shattered remains of children
From a warzone dismissed
Everything is broken
Two pieced is my name
This way I still remain
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
She walks between both worlds
She is life and she is death
She shines with a radiance that blinds
She is dark and she is light
She is our savior as the blood we taint
runs through her veins.
She is the moon and the sun
that rains it's benevolence upon our rusted souls
and she is the prayer that countless may whisper
to arrange us into wholes.
She speaks of wisdom,
as the crown placed upon her head,
which spills of silken spirals,
declares her our leader
and we will follow her through the evil.
She is our hope,
for we have lost it all
along the bloodied battle field.
And if my flesh may bleed
I dare bleed for her,
and if my life is stolen,
I dare grant it to her.
For every breath I draw
is a promise of my loyalty.
I will walk these plains
with open eyes
and walk this Earth
in silence
For I will never speak her name,
and she will never ask that I do.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
Vacant, empty, bottle corked
sour
followed
shadows
stalked
billboards, ankhs, purple peace
fever
groupies
slow
release
pill pushers, drunkards, hollow wholes
pimps and
******
broken souls
black, white, all in tune
sunsets
rising
wednesday's moon
nothing inside
nothing out
listen how
silence
shouts!!
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC
i want a voice like the heartbeat of the metra tracks
as it shakes its way into your brain
while you're half awake
and daydreaming
'bout something sweet
something that means nothing to me
but it's cute
see
the way you can't help but smile
i want to be that cringe of excitement in your skull
that you can't stop daydreamin' about
and...
if you could find yourself fascinated by my freckles
and my flaws
and the scars all over from all of the near-fatal gashes
and the heaps and heaps of stardust rusting to my eyelashes
and the fact that i'm always talking about love as if i'd actually had it
i promise
i'd never say you were a fool
i could wear you like split ends
or a crooked grin
a handsome pair in inclement weather
somehow better together
not two halves
of one whole
two wholes
thriving on each other
cigarettes and coffee
whiskey and beer
mmhmmm
we're in the clear from here
nothing but salty tides and starry skies
straight on 'till morning
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
On the wall
A dark shadow
Pulsating
Something falling
From your ghostly silhouette
There what is that shape
I have never thought
Something could look so disgusting
Something could be this broken
Yet there on the wall
Light shining upon you
Just a silhouette remains
What are you
Are you alive
Are you dying
Have you gotten drunk off love
Have you sniffed the powdered lines
Of passionate poison romance
Knives in and out repeatedly being stabbed
Needles to sow the gabbing wholes
Making room for the new ones
Oh ****
You're a heart
A silhouette heart
Is this all that is left of you
No actual body
No existence
**** it you're my heart
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no one knows you better than yourself:}
you know inside
you know outside
of yourself fears of the dies
they come to a fatal end they cry
letters on night candles lit
not even legal to spit
not sure if I can handle this not a bit
a mad house on the blacks
on dug wholes on the ***** slacks
problem with dignity
pride on admitting the consequences of this troubled malignity
------ravenfeels
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
Autumn speaks in gentle hymns
Melody glides just between the bass and the treble
Avian songstresses preen wholes and quarters
Flora nourishes what’s in the meadow
Though my voice is harsh trees and fauna disheveled
I sing a song of life for my child unsettled
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 8:54 AM UTC
Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion
The Ying, to The Yang, Baby....
Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale
A For Instance
To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High
While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay,
Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite
To the Point
Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness
Note of Importance
If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True....
Wholeness is Truth
Truth is Coherence
Coherence is Smooth and Steady
Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really
This I Do Know
All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT
Some will make Life into Art with Dance
To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE
Everyday and Every Night....DANCE
DANCE
DANCE
Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
∅⚢☢⚧☯✰⚩✿⚥∅☢⚧☯✰⚢✿⚥☠⚩☯⚧✰
We paint your breeding world as queer
and every man a closet queen.
Your days like Noah’s now appear…
our King arrives to crown the scene.
Oh Father of progressive souls
whose neo-pagan mercy reigns,
bring union to fragmented wholes
as lovers rattle rainbow-chains.
We’re clubbing with the scribes of ***
(our fairy-dusted lying press)
who pay out cash for background checks
while prying more and praying less.
The starry heavens twinkle gay
and rainbows end in gold, you know).
To see it any other way
would harsh our high and end the show…
Your family paradigm descends
upon the Roman road to hell
where reproductive reason ends
in demographic show-and-tell.
God’s wisdom pleads in vain. What’s life
when mobs are primed for anarchy –
assaulting yet again Lot’s wife
in Sodom’s dead democracy.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Story time is what daddy use to say
Come here sit on daddy's lap
You'll always be daddy's little girl
As mother turned a blind eye
And baby girl laid a big kiss for daddy on the cheek
She is one of three
the youngest of her si..blings
Older brother gone to college
Older sister ran away to Dereks
Place
Daddy told baby girl she was jealous
Baby girl is daddy's new favorite
Older sister high on heroine with Derek
Looking for euphoria in her whirlwind
Needle wholes tattooed on her skin
As she cried to Derek one night
O how daddy touched her
I was daddy's little girl for ever and for ever
Daddy said it and he ment it
Derek pressed daddy with the press
Funny daddy had money
Derek came up dead....
...... two days later
Bullets wholes in Dereks corpse surrounded by syringes
Older sister slit her wrist
But daddy's there to save her
You're daddy's little girl as he rushed her to the hospital
Daddys is her savior
Is how New York Times played it
Older sister back at daddy's house
Baby girl was missing her
Kisses on kisses to older sister
From daddy's favorite girl
As no one cried over Derek
Weeks gone
One day in the shower daddy walks in as older sister bathes
Fear in those eyes but daddy sees love
Daddy Scrubs her back with a sponge
You'll always be my little girl
Wether home or gone
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Pain
Eats at my very soul
Heart beats hard exploding in my brain with each thump
Pain
No one can understand unless they have been here
My mind screams with the unfairness of it all
Pain
It eats away at your confidence in self first
I was a strong minded woman now weak without strength
Pain
It can't be described as it rips through the body
Wholes are throughout leaving tunnels along the connective tissue
Pain
Detroying that which makes me unique
Takes away my wisdom as the tunnels weaken the mind
Pain
Leaving fear in places that used to be fearless
Alone as the demons remove my self worth
Pain
Creeps its way into the heart eating at the good as well as the bad
Heart skipping beats as it begins to lose its ability to beat
Pain
Works against every positive thing one has in life
Taking away my ability to stand on my own two feet making me dependent
Pain
Chews and feeds until it overuns the mind and body
Nothing left to help me fight even my will has been chewed away
Pain
Left to finish the job as no one notices before it is to late
I cry for help yet the vileness fills my throat and mouth making it impossible
Pain
Takes everything away, then heads to the next victim
I am left lifeless, no strength, energy, no will to live, fight, or breathe,
If only I had noticed sooner when that first seed was planted
I wish I had paid more attention to the weird things I noticed
Now I can no longer survice for the pain has won
Please I beg you, do not let it happen to you
FIGHT
FIGHT
FIGHT BACK!
Don't let it win
Don't find yourself in a huge lifeless formwanting to escape with no outlet
For heaven's sake fight for your life beat the pain take its power away
I will be buried soon and the pain will try to skip to another person
Put up your defenses around me and don't let it in destroy it while it is trapped inside of me
Pain
It is a scarey way to go, save yourself from the pain
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
Believe me, you're not the only one
who's broken, because If you look close
enough at all those around you, you'll
only see remnants of scars and wounds from
past experiences that make up quarters and halves
where there had once been wholes.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
Written in dreams of movie scenes.
Or in a book.
Please take a look.
At lost souls incognito.
Who are missing their goals.
In half open wholes.
Only halves.
Maybe quarters.
Potentially daughters,
Of resplendent dashing princes.
With old goats and long since missed boats.
Diamonds and wealthy pilots.
Steering crazy paths through hollow hills.
Jesus Christ.
I need to laugh.
Think I never will.
Need to stroll through Edelweiss.
Upon the alpine ridge.
Need to build upon, my one last rickety bridge.
Some kind of crazy structure.
Before that bridge is gone.
Before falling to certain demise.
In a life I so despise
Then heaven help me.
Let me rise.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
Now I feel like I need to bring something up
and it might be hard to stomach
Just sit back and shut your ******* mouth....
Your kids are slitting up their wrist because they've had enough of this
so how about you get your head out of your ***
Kids are dying in the street getting pumped full of led
Because you asked them to pick up your daily dose of ******
I understand if you want to report this but theirs one thing that I would like to say
From me to you :).....
**** you, **** your life your all ******* *** wholes! I hope you all ******* rot!
~Thanks :)
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC