"wirl" poems
I got a rainforest full of tears
without you
Thought that after all these years
I'd have you
But you found out I was dumb
dudn't matter how I'm hung
I got a rainforest full of tears
without you
Ashley, Ashley all fall down
ring around the rosey
The whole **** world just brings me down
I got a rainforest full of tears
Open wide and 'wirl around
I love my midnight floozie
I hope you're here-You're not around
I got a rainforest full of tears
Kung fu Raggedy Andy war/s
got sent back to China
Salmonella on his brain
I got a rainforest full of tears
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
Sail me through your devoted love
Across the wirl wind compassionate heart,
Kiss me under the horizon rainbow sky
When laughters could release the broken wing,
Hold me tightly
like there's no tomorrow to end.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
Agnes:
Wine, for the Greeks, brought more than
burgundy to the screen, instead
illuminant pinks and purples and yellows
swirl and wirl and twirl in orchestrated
dances of Spring.
Cherubim soar, teasingly mocking these gods,
drunk with passion and their grape wine while
pegasi rest, swoop and land like swans to a water’s surface.
Joy and ***** happiness, lovely and sound,
they prance.
In a swirl, in a wirl and in a twirl,
you bring me back to my favorite scene,
when Fantasia was my insight on art
when my mother would sit and watch with me,
instead of busying herself with others.
I had not thought of that in years,
I had not remembered the jolt to my system,
to the system of a little girl, who, often alone
had to create her own art, often had to
imagine her own melodies.
Agnes, you’ve brought the next jolt,
I’m once again flying with the black Pegasus, swooping back
to the dark living room, followed by a stampede of centaurs
cherubim lulling me to sleep,
swirling and wirling and twirling my own colors,
carrying me back to her music.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
This is my fire range
The place I put my thoughts when they are rearanged.
Yes this is my firing range.
The only thing keeping me partially sane.
When I need to let go I hold on
This page gives me a new dawn
So yes this is my firing range
Where I fire the most hateful words
With a wirl in my brain.
Welcome to my firing range.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
You know when its real late?
And your torn between mass debate
Or **********
It leaves you in a real state
But its down to fate
If I'm irate or I elate
Try to seperate
So I'm not desperate
And I could equate
This to being full of hate
But I couldn't mate
I'm just a reprobate
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
His beloved beauty's leaf
got flown away and one by one
priceless leaves fell of
her tree of life
Lovers hidden treasure loot
Mandrake fertile root
blowing traveler obvolute
to far away strange land route
dragged by passer by deceitul dustiest ever contaminant
wirl-wind devil geek.
Still fertil twigs sacred grow
with green leaf shoots aknew
for the beauty of creation
must contine to amaze
it's infinite divine grace
E.T. maker mine.
~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
07-07-20 revised.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
I believe that these poems changed me,
That they changed the way I view the world.
I believe they changed the way I think of things,
And the way my feelings wirl.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
All I ever known was misery and betrayal , used and abused and destined to fail.
I didn't have faith I felt no hope struggling with the pain I could barely cope.
I had no one that cared and no where to go, stuck in a wirl pool sinking deeper below .
I sunk to a point where I just wanted to die, flooded with so much pain I had little tears left to cry.
I would cry myself to sleep praying for god to take me. To get me out of this place so I could be free.
But he didn't listen I continued to fall fragile and scared I couldn't cope no more.
I begged my mother for help but she didn't seem to care.
I was a waste of time which she didn't want to spare.
I would barricate myself in my room
And hide under my bed. All the messed up visions running through my head.
For I new what was coming but I still tried to hide.
Then would come the blackmail I had to abide.
My memories still haunt me to this day. That feeling of fear will never fade away.
And of course it didn't stop there abuse after abuse I started not to care.
I started to think I deserve to be punished, but what for
Maybe I deserved this from the life I lived before.
I couldn't understand why I had to go through this pain.
Years after years different men but the same.
I thought it would never end I thought I was too blame.
So I thought maybe death is the only way. So I started cutting getting deeper and deeper every day. I started noticing it was taking the pain away.
But then it became a normal habit my heart could no longer mend
So I swallowed packets of pills thinking this has to come to an end.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC