"witha" poems
I clutched tight to the string of A red ballonIt clung to my hair, making it stick straight upA red ballonI drew a picture onA red ballonThen let the air out ofA red ballonI watched the drawing shrink on A red ballonAnd listened to the air coming out ofA red ballonI bounced and kept in the airA red ballonI went outside withA red ballonThe wind got faster, and blew awayA red ballonIt flew into the skyA red ballonUntil there was nothing left of A red ballonPlease tell me if you findA red ballon
Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
Mymum's gota posterdeer nailed to her livingroomwall. She wentout oneday witha saw and cutdown somebranches ofa birch. She put'hem around herstag.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
The yeti hear a distant laugh
He recognized the laugh
The laugh of his flower
He went out to
A Poppy field
where they usually
Couple
Only
To find his flower
Making love
Coupling witha young monk
The young man had no sadistic intentions in his face
They were in love
Sadden the yeti waited in his cave
For his flower.
When the young woman
Came back
The yeti gently asked her
What it meant
And she said she was trying
To make a family for her savage lover
She was asked if she had feelings for the young man
She kissed the yeti
And told him
That he was the only on in her heart.
There they embrace
And couple
The yeti
Thinking that he would have a
Child.
His flower talking about the young monks name
Geshi Thubten
And his plans for talking his flower
To the city of Kuqa. (Kutcha)
And that she would not go with the youngster.
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Jars of all shapes and sizes
Filled with nuts and bolts
And other forgotten things.
******* by their tops into the ceiling
In my fathers work room withA half dirt floor.
We used the jars’ contents
To put together mouse traps
That never caught any mice.
With ***** drivers and wrenches
And tools I never knew the name of
That adorned the floor and walls.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burningin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
icannotcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
Child
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
istill
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
I kissed the scars on her skin,
"I still think you're beautiful.
I don't ever wanna loose my bestfriend."
She looked at him with a cold expression..
Her gray eyes formed soft clouds of blue..
He spoke softly,
"I know what it's like,
To want to die..
How you try to fit in,
But just can't..
How you hurt yourself on the outside,
To try and **** the thing on the inside.."
His voice broke as he continued.
"You self destrutive little girl,
Pick yourself up.
Don't blame the world.
So you're messed up?
You'll be okay.
In the end it's a dream,
And it will all fade away.."
She drew in a deep breath,
The gray clouds formed in her eyes,
With a promise of hate..
She closed her eyes,
And choked on her words..
"You don't know what it's like,
To wake up in the middle of the night,
Terrified..
At the thought of kissing razors.."
She trailed off,
Lost in thoughts..
After five minuites of silence, she spoke..
"You don't know what i'm feeling inside.
It's amazing what a smile can hide.."
He eased back,
As if to examine her.
"Look at your cuts. Your burns.
Those bruises you gave yourself.
Each one is a battle with yourself,
That you lost.."
She replied witha simple line.
One he's remembered now for quite sometime..
*"If you could read my mind,
You'd be in tears."*
She smiled that twisted fake smile,
And walked out of his life..
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
( this work is livicated to the six children who will die
in the so-called "third-world in the time it takes to read it)
Drip, drip, drip says the stand-pipe
in the shanty town
as the young mothers gather round
plastic containers on the ground
listening to the drip, drip, drip
of life ebbing away
the riverbeds have all dried up
the wells are mineshafts to the past
the irrigation channels of their *******
are polluted now by the Cuckoo's Nest
the powdered-milk...the dust-bowl fields
the quotas met......the land reveals
the hand that rocks this cradle
is the one who lays the table
with "third-world" debt their able
to rob and **** and disable
as the dehydrated bodies blow away like ashes
the multi-national faschists........
with vampire banks decashes
the breast-milk of the masses
witha ****** drip, drip, drip
from the ******* of the mothers
the corporations smother....
the babies in their sleep
the cuckoo comes as a thief
with a free sample and a brief
case full of deceipt............
may I make a suggestion?
"ASK SOME QUESTIONS"
As you eat your chocolate
and drink your coffee
and smear ice-cream on your lovers body
and NESTLE down to the land of noddy
to dream of countless trucks and lorries
ferrying the cow-juice and the slurry
burning the forests in such a hurry
more cattle and cash and burn and $lash
leaves a gaping ****
in the dried-up flesh of Mother Earth
and 4000 babies every year
yes 4000 babies every year
return to the DUST....
BOWL..............BREAKFAST BOWL
CEREAL BOWL..........SERIAL KRIME
CORN and MILK spells CORPORATE CRIME
dished up for your childrens belly
in front of telly-tubby tellies
Chocolate bars and candy treats
robbed from the swollen teats
of mutated udders
whilst the cow's baby brothers
are herded into crates
and served on rich mens plates
the mothers stand and wait
and listen to the rate
of the DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
of spilt milk down the drain
the governments explain
and bury their shame
under mountains of grain
and excess champagne
and if you BEG
you get Easter eggs instead
served up by the "head"
whose saviour bled
with a steady DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
and I scream and jelly
and biscuits and cakes
make bovine mistakes
and cheesy diseases
from the milk that turns sour
reminds us every hour
of this KATTLE KULTURE HERESY
of babies dying constantly
with a DRIP
DRIP
DRIP
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
Took that midnight train fast outta this thick glass
Cause' there ain't nothing here but the past
With these walls that chip when you pinch'em
Ain't there nobody around here just listenin'
It's a strange funny feeling when this mind gets a reeling
Like you when peel the tough of that orange peeling
Yes' its a strange funny feeling when this mind gets a stealing
And you can't remember the notion of what it means to be feeling
That sun above my head is bright witha' hinta' yellow
I see everyone around me moving oh so mellow
Yeah' that sun above my head is lookin' shallow
Tomorrow is a sight I got nothing to think about though
Concrete's blistering with puffs of brown smoke
My woman done left me an' I'm feelin' like a joke
Grey concrete is a blisterin' with puffs of brown smoke
And I just heard a story from some weird kinda man in some nook
See me now as I cross that bleak street
With that hanging head heavy with another thing to say
See me there now a crossing that bleak beat
With a pocket full of money that ain't ever gonna' take the pain away
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 4:18 PM UTC
Tonight I went to the city to investigate a mystery witha girl who reaked of destiny, marijuana, and body odor.
She has hair that can only be recreated in nature by peakcocks and birds of paradise, and a mind that a child would see eye to eye with. Not as in shes unintelligent but her imagination open mindedness, curiosity and raw hunger for knowledge and fun experiences can only be matched by those of us not yet knowledgable to feel and understand the worst of our world. Having always been obsessed with the moon it didnt strike me as odd that she spoke of that first.
"The other day I figured it all out, its the ****** moon"
Now at first this meant little to nothing to me but she went on to explain how we measure time is wrong because the moon controls us ( she mentioned something about menstrual cycles +tides lol )more than the sun and then she explained something about the 13 moon cycles,
Good and bad aliens,
The universe is a place of free will,
Reptillians want the world for human souls,
Eminem got his soul back,
This guru girl with the galaxy always on her mind isnt even that close of a friend. Shes kind of crazy and reaching in ways but shes just a thinker and I think shes onto something. Her psychiatrist said shes stuck in dreamland but as far as im concerned the whole thing is a dream so ¿
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
All things bright and beautiful all creatures great and small
What are these people talking about was the first thought that came to mind when I first heard the song
Is it talking about eminent things or creatures
Creatures that destroy the bright and the beautiful
Creatures that tell us what is needed ot remain alive
**** these creatures were created I belive they hurt and claim forgiveness is freedom
No degree's came down through a wisdom by /od
Every degree outthere exsits because someone someday sat down at a table witha set of knowledge and wrote it down right, sure it has been added to and refined over the years but we adopted, it was made up and we don't care
Creatures that crave **** and yet discourage those who do
Creatures that lack a hand that helps
So how beautiful are creatures really.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
The sound of your voice,
that feeling of you next to me-
it used to be all I ever craved.
Just wanting to spend time with you-
get to know you-
It's all I ever thought of,
all I ever fantasized.
I used to imagine
the moment you'd walk up,
and whisper.
Whisper words
that would make my heart
skip a beat.
With you,
I wished to develop a love.
A love so powerful
that noone
could ever tell us otherwise.
Yet,
you insist on war.
You wish to fire away
and prove you're superior.
Strike,
when I least expect it.
Attack.
Attack me witha sense of doubt
in your heart.
But my treasure,
answer something for me.
If you truly feel nothing,
then why do you hesitate?
Your passion for me
is beginning to show
through your amour of pride.
A sense of stability
is what you crave.
But how can you
when you're trapped
between the crossfires
of love and war?
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 9:05 AM UTC
She walks by him,
He smiles
"Tend my needs"
She cries
" I'm happy to be of service"
Is his response.
He stares at her eyes
Brown
Amazing in texture
So warming
"I'm happy to be of service "
He says with a witty smile.
He notices her hair
Brown
Amazing in its radiance
He swears it's soft
"I'm happy to be of service"
He gleefully announces .
He holds her aching body
So soft and smooth is her skin
She's rocking back and forth in tears
"I'm happy to be of service "
He whispers with tears of his own.
He traces her palms
The lines across them perplex him
He stares and gazed upon her cold body
Her casket lies wide open
"I'm glad I could been of service"
He says witha tear in his eyes.
He calls out her name
The night is silent
Oh, how he loved her
He whispers,
" I'm happy to love you"
And she holds him in the dark.
He wakes to her smile
How radiant it shines
Nothing else has ever taken his breath away
As he lies in his casket.
His last words are displayed;
" I'm happy to be of service today."
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
All these demons fiending for some redemption
But I'm thinking they just want some attention
That won't cut it so I cut it up on the dance floor
Cut it up cut it up snow white runs out the door
Been up a day, no we've been up for days
From suns first ray until stars escape the skies
Feels like its all overrated but its just all overdue who knew
Hearts aerated fillin gaps with the same old but act like its new
Someone asked me for the time so I gave them the time of their lives
Fancy umbrellas witha side of lime lets drink to our many vices
For us there is no boring ending to all this partying
Just a constant tightrope walking and death defying
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 5:44 PM UTC