"withing" poems
As the hazy summer days flew by
My heart still sang a lover's song
Longing to retrieve pieces of a broken heart
Perhaps forge anew withing another's arms
But there simply is not enough time, the summer was dying.
Much like the blazing fire within my soul
Deep pensive thoughts,
Concocted by this newly acquired sense of maturity,
Took hold of my mind
As the winter's grasp took my heart.
All the while the scent of old textbooks, chlorine, and dead flowers
Fueled my life.
My legs were tired after constantly running.
One boy to another
And the embers begin to die.
No longer does my heart desire the affection of another
Why run to the beach?
Why try again?
It all ends in pain.
The long hours of talking on the phone
Sharing secrets
Learning all there is to know about another
Loving.
Loving all there is to love and getting your soul torn?
No, I quit this cruel game.
Months pass and I am still hiding in the deep corners of my mind
Trusting another with my emotions?
What insanity
I can trust myself, and myself alone
The snow starts to fall and the cold reaches my core.
I am alone.
My fault? Perhaps
I just gave up on the game of 'love'
But all it really takes is little spark
To make a fire once more.
The new year is rung in with a bonfire under the stars
Notes, cards, flowers...everything
All up in flames.
I watch my old year ablaze before my eyes
And scratch open into a new notebook
"2013"
The blank pages stare back at me
As I ponder which words to embellish the skin with
More deep thoughts...
What do I want?
Having ignored all social aspects of my life,
I was happy.
Good grades, friends at my disposal, decent swim team times
As my thoughts continued
I ignored the feeling building up in my throat.
"Nobody loves you."
Independent, strong, beautiful, cunning, intelligent...
Sure when you brake it down I have a lot going for me.
But to take all these qualities
Have someone love your every flaw, bizarre habit, and womanly curve...
An impossible task.
And so I put my faith in the starts
Asking the universe for a miracle.
And then I waited.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Dazed.
The stars never seemed so far away
Lying with hopelessness sleeping next to my pillow
In the arms of seclusion, still I lay
After a long night we formed a *********
No strength to pray
Withing my carapace
I inquire a reason
Of why I'm so numb
Where is my lighter?
Concealing my pain
Where is my grinder?
When life is like a sudden rush of fresh air to
A raging set of flames
Savagely searching for an euphoria
But it's the impossible to maintain
Longing for an escape
Only in sweet serenity
But when 5 fingers deadly hugs your heart
& wrings out your
Innocence, happiness, and tranquility
You are forced to watch them leak
Decrepit
Reaching for a lighter to blaze the leaf
Because in the sober mind
You Are Weak
No that is me.
So I begin to pollute my temple
Taking it all into my bloodstream
With the exhale of a breath
In the mist of a cloud
I release my exhaustion
My emotion and my temper
Enhancing my inner being suddenly,
I know with facts that I am steel
Making it through another dreadful night
My wounds are temporarily healed
But
When there was no soul to console
No arms to hold
No pen to make art
No illumination from the dark
Only the flame that I flick
Which forms so beautifully &
Dances in front of my eyes
Offended that beauty could destroy so ruthlessly
A killer in disguise
Or ruthlessly be destroyed
In this life full of void
Consumed by the misery of all the screams
All the noise
When the Sun's job is done, it hides from the World
Full of hatred and pity
Another night comes
Captive in these four walls
No where to run
Now I'm forced to look at how far I've come
I could have died in insanity
Arson my soul
Plead guilty of ******
A Killer Upfront
If I had not match all those nights with all those blunts
Copy Right 2013
©Patty Ann
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
Call it grief,
call it anguish,
call it misery,
call it torment.
But tell me what it is,
at least.
What is it called?
What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like your existence doesn't,
matter to anyone,
anymore?
What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like striving for that one person,
will lead you to nothing,
but heartbreak?
What do you call that feeling when,
you feel so fragile that,
it seems like everyone you get,
attached to,
will shatter you,
after all..?
What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like you're losing,
the light of hope,
and every breath you take,
is worthless and plagued with misery?
What do you call that feeling,
that you get when you,
are smiling with joy,
but crying from withing?
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 12:14 PM UTC
went out
picked up three easy women
had *** with one
went out two more times
struck pay dirt
for my pleasure
still unfilled.
did you like my poetry babe?
you can create poems
whining about your broken
heart
and your loser state of mind
for having *** with me
withing hours meeting me for the first time.
were you a ******
doubt that!
i will be picking up more easy women all day
you can post poems about broken heart
on this site.
happy new year to you easy lay
going back to bed
finishing off this easy lay
then out to the curb she goes
with my trash.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Hello again,
I think the proper way of starting this is with an apology
But it's already too late
For you are finally gone from my life
And from now on I'm gonna be honest with these emotions
I guess the saying "You never know how much something
means to you until they're gone" has struck me
And all I have left is to write before I break down
You were a sweet person, You were the one who always managed to make me laugh, even on those days where I felt like most of the world was against me, You stayed with me, talking to me until the sun comes up in the morning, sharing every little detail on those emotions your fragile heart has bottled up, but I broke that.
I've always regretted these memories, all the good times we had, all those those times we spent with each other, I always felt regretful for wasting those precious moments I spent with you, because all those happiness turns into a weapon that both engraved a deep scar in both of our hearts.
I tried to keep you within my reach for when the time comes until I can learn how to love properly, but how did that turn out, I found someone else who I feel like I'm incapable of loving properly as I still suffer from the damage I caused for the both of our hearts.
In the end I'm suffering, suffering from wishing I could hear your voice again, suffering from remembering all those moments I spent awake being with you, suffering because I ended up breaking both of our hearts due to my ineptitude of feeling love.
You were the one of the only ones who helped me, who stayed with me, who tried to help me find an escape in the darkness that lurked withing my mind.
I hope for the best that being away from me has helped you, cause even I wouldn't want to be with me too.
Sincerely,
The boy who couldn't love
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC
Hidden away
within the forest walls
protect me my trees
and the tall Grandfather,
staring down at me.
Was this meant to be?
Some great lesson within
the confines
of the spaces between leaves.
The family of deer,
greeting me at the first Entrance.
Beauty behold,
these magnificent pillars,
who ungrudging hold up the heavens.
Was that the true treasure?
The forest was witness to the bond.
My best friend,
thank you.
Thank you Grandfather tree,
for guarding and protecting,
as the goddesses and gods,
play among the forest floor.
Thank you to the gnomes and faeries,
for taking care,
of the love sealed withing a wooden box.
Thank you Ganesh,
for being the trusty and honorable
guard at the gates,
at the ceremony of love
and adventure.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC
And again my heart pounced
over skin cold; that pleaded singleness,
with hypocritical beats I bowed to,
to her highness; to her petite shrill,
a debut in partial denial; unpleasant,
as i withdrew with foul felony,
thoughts raced through judging ethics,
while simplicity ****** away the soul,
into a contagious six holed drain...
And I locked myself behind blue bars,
losing the wall I built with sweated palms,
danced did I over viscous black waters,
embracing the world's false desires,
smashed them pretty birds withing their cage,
lost all sense of peace, I go hidden,
in awe of that ever pleasant voice;
I bow again; in silence I ask me
to plant me in her backyard,
water me with her sour scents,
sing me her sweet lilting lullaby,
and embrace me into our little concord!!
Where did the wisdom lay that moment?
that moment when I tasted drops of sweat...
Why would I **** that clown in me?
that played tunes from a gleeful cassette...
When will I lose my two shadows?
that followed me even while I'd regret...
(a puff o' smoke and some silence)
And again my heart, it pounced!!
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
This Morning
I woke this morning to a beautiful dawn, the dew wet grass shining in the already bright sun
The Lady has blessed me once more
My tumblers run and dart, spin and frolic my private acrobats
Soft sweet calls and ankle swarms and my large cattle dog gently but with insistence herding me into the kitchen and my duties,
My Eastern altar is glowing with the suns rising
and wrapped 'round with the grasses and flowers of summer
Incense rises and the candle flickers as I ask for Her protection for these... my wandering one's today
The kettle's boiled and the day's tea is made and blessed and seven dishes filled and emptied.
The sun fully risen now and the house stirs family sounds as heavy steps wander above and radio plays softly
Round me now still piles of soft satin slick fur breathing soft and deep
noses all counted and accounted for
bellies rubbed and ears all tickled
7 foreheads softly touched and charmed
and all are safe and sound this day in our Lady's care.
I wander the garden now caressing those blooms that require some extra essence,
All that's needed is water and sun and love
through each touch comes life and will and care and thus the wheel turns and the garden thrives
Lilac, Lily and Rose and Ivy abounds and the garden thrives
I walk now from the front to the back door carefully sweeping
my chants softly sung
and the smudge bundle of sage and roses lit and smoking
salt scattered and swept and once more my small realm is safe
My Lady guard this house and all who dwell and those who would stay
I trust my most valued Companions are in your keeping
My Family My life are in your keeping.
I celebrate my life withing your Circle and my Joy within your keeping
All of this and things unspoken Joy and Light and Love
My Lady, Bless me.
Solita -2007
Apr 16, 2010
Apr 16, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
the scars that skies paint,
on my face are stains,
that i preserve to show my soul.
i am a sucker for strong ffelings,
that often weep and get back up,
to paint colorful billboards in slums.
eyes are just nomads, they only see
the flame that is burning but the flame that's gone
is stored in aphorisms that mother's read
to their children at night, hoping
god will save them, from all above and below.
i seem to find solace, in tying up my body, using words
as knives that tear apart organs piece by piece.
it is better to die in honour, than masked radioactivity,
consuming you, like water in an ocean, like glaciers that do not want to melt and yet are subdued.
how long can someone play hide and seek, how long can u seek
shelter in the reality that often hides it's counterpart.
are you trying to smell the rose, or sacrilege the thorns?
these days will only end, in disbalance, like the ticking diving and
crashing of all the times, where forever was a noun in dystopia.
just stop listening, and start absorbing, time has lost it's crown,
humans have lost their endeavour, and
the only way to be truly sane, is flowing ever eternally like
the shape of water, succulent in all forms.
we are not one but many, scars that will draw out roads for us
to follow, roads that will lead us to meaning to we caanot comprehend with the five senses.
nobody is ready, nobody ever was.
tell me, how do we mourn such a privilege, one we
cannot touch, or feel or sense,
because what lies withing is forbidden to all of us,
Feb 9, 2022
Feb 9, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
I am cold,
The very incarnation,
Of emptiness,
Hail Mary
His corpse,
Consumes me,
Our Father
The rosewood,
Holding him,
Withing the herse,
Hail Mary
Who are we,
Without him
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 12:24 AM UTC
I planted their seeds some time ago now. I'm still struggling to set them free.
I want to chew them up and spit them out from where they grow inside of me.
I can feel them now, writhing around,
like poison ivy in my veins.
The bitter taste in the back of my throat,
as they creep up towards their escape.
It's too painful to even try to release them,
So for now I guess they'll stay.
My words are hiding within me, growing darker every day.
Twisting around all that I am and all that I can be.
Taking root withing my bones and soul, a dark forest inside of me.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but in your case that's a lie.
When I look into your eyes I don't just see a soul I find our wonderland,
I see endless possibilities ,
I see endless opportunities
But most of all I find an endless amount of love.
Hidden deep withing your eyes is the secrets of the universe , the hope of a hundred suffering souls,
Withing the endless ocean of beauty you conceal a single truth , a whisper of love I do see but the single truth you conceal is hidden even from me and that is where you hide our endless wonder.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
What is your mind?
Or are you the mind.
When you close your eyes,darkness.
So when we where born light was created.
Inside the mind everything seems more real.
I don't feel pain judgement or punishmant
Insdide my mind I can be happy.
Picture anything and travel to anyplace on earth.
My universal mind is infinite.
Inside my mind I will take the loved ones.
AS your body leaves this realm.
But your teaching stay here.
your words become the air you breath.
Your cries will make the skies rain.
Your pain will make this earth shake.
With your children.
Wisdom of the ages.
Fire withing the veins.
Heart erupting blood like volcanoes.
Mind thinking at speed of light.
Sun creating shadow.
Following you as your conscions waiting to take your soul to sleep.
Seen everday as the sameday.
Nothing changes but the thought.
The image will remain the same.
Your body will madifest into the air.
You will become the sun.
Watch over your loved ones as eagle.
Death is nothing but a dream.
As your mind is reincarsinated through your children.
Music heart rythms creating real warriors willing to move mountains with your mind.
As your whole life you had one long dream.
Age is not real as you can die anyday.
It was always the present.
The ancestors are still here.
They never left,they were burried under earth.
Same earth we walk on.
So you see,we are the suns of the suns of the great great grandfathers.
Nothing leaves but madifest.
Wind clouds rain oceans.its a cycle.
Death never ends and creates life.
Its like the earth in the center of the dark universe.
Its your mind.one as all and all as one
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Lighthouse
Even though I'm blind
I hope that y'all can see
that you all are very hard to reach
even though we have hearts
and old-time wounds that bleed
we breathe the same smog
thinking that it ain't affecting me
but our minds are clouded
so no matter what you think
you all ain't fooling me
tap water, swallow 2 litres of sorrow everyday
work hard, pay bills, no time to work on my guilt today
Looking at my boss his expectations in the mirror every morning
looking at myself, swallow the bitter pill because I'm still not mourning
the void withing me is an excellent place
to fill with tears and fears
inhale poisonous smoke
ignore my blackening heart
I should clean out my closet
but I'm afraid of the dark
See what I mean?
I see you jump in an ocean of sorrow and guilt
drown yourself in bitter envy filled pills
I'm still standing on the side
where it's dry
hoping you're looking back when you've said goodbye
truth is
I just wanna go with my people
I just wanna go with my people
but I don't
and hope I never will
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Sad is when a loved one passes,
Unbearably depressing is to watch a loved one deteriorate.
When their mind twists,
The concience unraveling.
Addicted to control,
Addicted to unrealistic expectations.
A complete change from withing themselves.
It is harder to watch a loved one die on the inside and become a stranger, than it is to watch them pass.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
I lie withing my darkened cell
reflecting on my acts
and how wildly they differ
from those things you call the facts
I did not, would not hurt my love
nor cover her face in blood
if you'd shared with us a moment
you'd know I never could
All I know is I came home
and found her lying there
the woman I loved lay dying
and I fell to my knees in despair
Yes we'd fought early that night
but the only thing raised was my voice
Yes I went to a bar and had a few beers
and I walked there and back by choice
I don't know what happened while I was out
or why nobody saw me go
or why folks at the bar don't remember me
maybe they were all watching the show
But when I cam home and saw her there
I fell to my knees right away
picked her up and held her tight
and sorry was all I could say
I was sorry that the last we spoke
were the words of a fight and not love
Not sorry that I'd done her some harm
or like OJ at losing his glove
But it seems that you made up your mind what I meant
because it was easy and simple and neat
just another frustrated husband you said
with a wife he thought he could beat
And thats all it took to sell them you side
don't bother looking too hard for the truth
But what happens when, he does it again
and someone else ends up next to my Ruth
And yet my time is to be served
my sentance handed down
and in this place I am to rot
in despair I am to drown
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
a kiss ....
in the rain
by a sunset
between covers
withing a drunken haze
is fixated on my imagination . For experience i aint got none
a stare
be it coy
outrageously flirty
borderline lets sleep together
is lost in my imagination. For confidence i aint got none
Touch
soft caresses
hasty grabs
playful smacks
are attemptedly felt in my imagination . For a partner i aint got one
Conversations
at 3 ams
over a stupid fight
lame attempt at flirting
are actually
one sided
witty in my head
and don't reveal any details
for trust i aint got none
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
I don't want to scrub your laugh off of my skin
that it's been embedded in
along with the kisses you planted on my lips
that one day might be bruised
and used to cry for your love
to return to my veins
I don't want to write poetry about our breakup
I want to write poetry about how your eyes love me
and how your hands encasing mine
are the missing puzzle piece
still making my heart skip a beat
when your thumb traces mine
I want to write about all the
demons and angels
withing ourselves and others
and how we are both
mountains and sea
and moon and sun
and how we love each other
endlessly
regardless of if my poetry
can show it or not
I don't want to scrub you out of my bones
I don't want the thought of you to feel like sandpaper
I don't want to shiver
and cringe at the thought of
your love touching me
I don't want my teeth to shatter and my skin to raise
at the thought of your lips
I don't want to cry over wanting you
I want to have you underneath my fingernails and freckles
I want to hold your soul
within my arms
and never let it go
I want to kiss your
every emotion
hopefully healing some wounds
and I'll kiss the scars too
I want to write about how
my love has been
with you since the beginning of time,
how our atoms were created near each other,
that we are from the same star
I wan't to write about how
even in another life
we would find each other
I want to write about your everything
and how I'll love you past my best ability
and sometimes it breaks me
like I'm a piece of glass
from the jar
encasing our hearts together
until maybe one day
they stop beating
I don't want the rhythm
of our heartbeats
to change or stop
but it might
and my cuts will not heal
from the broken glass I call
my heart
but we might stay intact
like the Gods or the stars planned
and if not,
just know that
I love you,
simply
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Hearts are bleeding
Tears are falling
Collect your coat
Wave goodbye to your friends
The soul of a poet
Has reached a new place
A beautiful freedom is felt
And he is now
All that he should be
All is good in his world
All is as
One day we all shall see
Words floating in the willdness
I will search by yonder tree
Im sure I heard him singing
To all the poets
He sing's that he is free
I journey down to the river
where the child still weaves his rythm's
And he will be sitting peacefully
As only he now has the time
all we need to do is listen
all we need to do is believe
all we need to do is notice
the sound of the river
the touch of the wind
The warmth of the sun
cradle this thought within
and he will surely live forever young
Withing the weave of a poet's dream
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
boxed in with no place to go
stuck with the chaos that was spun out of nothing
my life has become a shadow of what once was
my being split into two
the light
trying to see the good in the world
feeling the love that was once abundant in me
showing mercy to others and
keeping hope alive
the shadow
a force of negativity
embracing the anger that was shelved away from everyone
punishing people for no reason
other than a sadistic joy
neither feels complete
both requiring an equal balance
just so they can feel fulfilled
both wanting the same thing
humanity
light wants to see what lies withing the darkness
but only illuminates
dispersing all shadows from its sight
shadow only wants to feel the warm embrace of the light
never wanting more than to warm its frozen heart
both want what can't be obtained
both want equilibrium
but cannot grasp it without the feeling of humanity
light
shadow
my subconscious mind cannot grasp their pain for long
attempting to block out their cries
trying to remain whole
but always feeling fractured
broken because of the life that has been lived
my mind tries to hold light and shadow together
waiting for someone who can fix what has been disconnected for a long time
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 5:31 AM UTC
Come into my sense's
to where I am
I sit alone near a window
I watch life go by
finding myself
is there the sense's to who I am
reality is knowing the person to who I am
loving myself being myself being the simple as I am now
the sense's around me is to know
who I am
I read on and on
Romance novels
Love stories on the television
see the believing
what love can do
be real
not to be real
key note what is love to me
I block a wall
many years
those are my sense's around me
found the love inside myself
never had it within
no one taught love to me
unwanted love
that's what it was growing up
In my soul of my own heart
love came grand
love came dear
loving myself
help me to feel the feelings
I never had
to love the one who came to me
took the hand to who I am
to express the love
is the love making by two people
not just for love
real love comes slowly
within each other
taking time to explore each other
why rush
where not going anywhere
to make love
I full fill the love around me
I give freely to him
as he does to me
love is the modest of who we are
to each other inspirit
to the way we see things
finding my love inside myself
never knew
how to express it
being the age I am now
I've experience love
in a different way
marrying a man I thought I love
but I was in love
a man I share three beautiful children with
but never expected a man
who has no morals or any interest
expect himself and only he matters
love wasn't grand
it was a pity to him only
there was not real love
no love making
by pure incense to a man or woman
should feel
love is amazing when it takes time
pleasure of it all
is knowing
when one touch the one hearts
by
feeling
by
knowing
by
seeing the eye's of each other
no one has to speak
they know what one will say
connecting each other
is the feeling one knows
respecting the sense's of myself
I found love
in time
never expect to find the soul of my heart
my sense's took me
two separate roads
travel by time
learning experience by two men
who don't know what love is
all they know what to say
I'm sorry won't do it again
Is that a line for many men out there
when they hurt a woman
in their life time
but yet
they say they love them
by hitting destroying a mind abusing the body
expecting so much by their own wives girlfriends
what is there to do
a man will never be true or a woman will never be true
it takes the patience of love to be grand to find withing a person
themselves
come into my sense's which I did
never been happy in my life
the sense's of my travel
took me by surprise
to love a man who loves her back
it's a journey I been waiting
for so long
to love him
it feels like
opening up the door
let the fresh air in
every day
is a site to see
love the person who they are
see who they real are
show the feelings of yourself
don't hide them in the closet
where the demons come out
finding that one
is hard to do
never expect to find the man in him
he is true to who he is
my sense's came to me
I thought my life will end alone and only me
until that night
it took two sense's to connect
a relationship to be bond
full of love and endures by two people
who love the air it breath
where they open the door many times over
to see the site of two beautiful people
that came to be
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
From sunrise to sunset to sunrise again.
The truth on why we stay awake
May linger within the very nature of our breath
May very reflect the nature of the wave
For these night are set upon the stones
Of our light rebirths
From the very nature of unconditional love
Is where im speaking from
Light floats on so clear
On the feelings that seem to be real
And the fire its just burning there teaching us to stay aware
The memories of our time
Roam around in this endless conciouss mind
Seeking what in this life drives us all here
Sitting in this car?
No other reason for which I can explain
Than the need to seek the love within
This very root appears to be getting hooked
Between all my fellow phsycadelic spooks
Finding fulfillment
Withing the very sound of air
For we have started to rebel
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
locked away
withing nothing to say
but answer
this or that
or how im feeling
do you hear voices?
do you want to live?
if this is what the res of my life holds
than NO!!
who would
its breakfast
smoke
group and group and some more group
lunch
smoke
visit
than
you guessed it
smoke
sit and ****** around
for round 3 hours
than dinner
smoke
sit around
wait for a visit
pray someone comes
smoke
******
smoke
lights out its eleven
please just turn mine out
ive had enough of this
everyday its the same ******* routine
the days are long
wish they were short
but the nights you ask
way too short
lifes too short
to be locked away like this
this *****
no really it bnlows
im loosing it
this pace makes me want to **** myself
more than
anything else
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC