"woud" poems
You are the love of my life, my everything
This is how I feel deep inside.
Without you my life would be incomplete
My whole being is so full of pride.
I have joy rushing around my soul
Laughter lives in my blood stream
There is a sense of hope deep within me
You are my strawberries and cream.
You are the perfect cup of tea
The perfect topping on my cupcake
You open floodgates letting love rush in
Without you, well my heart would ache.
I love you more than thee are grains of sand
stars in our sky. impossible to measure.
You are my cherry on top of the icing
You are the perfect golden treasure.
Each time you go I worry begging you back
Each time you leave me my eyes weep tears
I catch each salty reminder that you've gone
They are tiny, damp but they are souvenirs.
I have inside of me love which will not die
a pump that will refuse to lose its tick - my heart
This heart could not possibly hold more love
It is jam packed, it is a complex body part.
For all of these reasons, you are my everything
Without you my body would crumble with pains
My skin would wither, my blood dry in its tracks
Without you I woud have empty veins.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Have you ever burn for someone
You can never have
The nectar of the gods
Will only drive you mad
Do you wonder what might be
If we had never been
If we could rewind time
Would we fall in love again
At this point I could never stop
I would bite her even deeper
No way I would throw her back
In a pumpkin I would keep her
Gypsy girl the way you shake your stuff
Make me know that I’m alive
Country girl I like to feel you up
Before I tie you down and drive
At this point I could never stop
I woud bite her even deeper
No way I would ever throw her back
In a pumpkin I would keep her
...
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
One day I hope.
I'll be walking through the park in early Spring
in a big coat, scuffing frost.
I don't know who you are yet.
You are faceless as the wind and
formless as a passing thought.
But I know you will be waiting on a bench
for me.
And I will sit beside you,
On this bench,
in the park.
And we will be holding hands,
content.
Because one day I woud like,
the type of happiness
that come from
sitting still inside of madness,
and having someone to enjoy it with.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
My big headed people said ity, i trusted, 'hiriz' has never dissapointed themy,
my hatred for non conformity, enormous, i surely hated the conformity truly,
i almost lost it for 'hiriz' sakey, **** it, ill never have wanted to lose this beauty,
i had it weirdly thinking ablazey, loozing?, no, i hadnt and you n they didnt realize fastly,
loosing soo fast about lowly sinking sinly,curse all day i ,ever had thee meeting to lyfy,
wit all the a vitue TRUELY INVESTMENT *** no lievly, forget me darl; once and for ever dony
one more what you waznyt quetly, cool openly, man must lively sweetly
that a day woud spoily truely, madly mey, sooooooo losty i had made a choisy,
refusing my being theiyyyyy, lucky me doing, buty, i love thater that am no longy
your timey was wanting by virtuey, truey. luck **** spyty this shiety oul
endy began truely sure truelly, fukciey, its thats badyy, me lost it shortlley
man must livevy or diiey, truely, gotta ity, man look for bread i wannaity
withought even hiriz it all worked welly, herey, i am. fu**** like ity
dead
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
a circling vortex of disarray
starts inside my head
clasped by unsure
yet supportive hands
the helpless recesses of which
lets the sycophantic white light of my desktop monitor
summoned upon a wretched click
scatter on this scattered face
forming a weak shield
amalgamated by the desolation
and imbecility of a roadside orphan
ignorant but lasting
on the crumbs left over
from a stranger's life
a familiar unsettling sound
cracks open this pale shield
and my brooding eyes open
to see her making contact
one instant
one magical instant,
and die the next
leaving my impressioned eyes
wanting more
i lie, lie to myself
when the truth is
there woud be no more
of her tonight
retreating never meant giving up
and i do retreat,
to escape the insanity
of her charm get to me
amidst real affection
to run away while wanting to look back
when an embrace is just outside my door
desperately wanting to hear that unsettling sound
which drowns the familiar sounds of laughter
the circling vortex now inherent
inside my head
clasped by my helpless
supportive hands
the helpless recesses of which
lets the servile white light of a numb monitor
trace my tears
oh how I weep
to be her onscreen ******
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
i knew a girl who wore scars like medals.
she woud tell me awful stories about
awful things that happened in her awful life...
She always told them with a wide joker's grin.
Her waxy lipstick red lips stretching and curving
into a smile that held hate and tears and years
of not so funny laughter.
Sometimes she told me stories,
like all that hurt,
all that shame,
all those horribul
horribul things...were such a
laugh.
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 7:25 PM UTC
I want to see you
I miss you
But i know i can't see you,
Still I know you'd have
Enough self control
Not to kiss me
And yet I'd have every hope
That you woud give away
To control and just let it happen
Because thats where the connection
Truly starts
With a thrilling kiss
One thats comfortable
Yet breathtaking
I know you'd have enough
Self control
To try and push me away
But I'd have every hope
That when I held your hand in mine
You'd slip into the bliss.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Die studies van vraagtekens
wat ons koppe krap
en klont lont laat brand
opsoek na ellipse en vonke spat.
Die wetenskap wat vrae vra
soos die jonges van dae
wat nie einlik wil weet nie
- wat nie die honger vir wonder wil heet nie
-wat uitroep tekens wil uitroep in n vraag
en hoop dat die tronke sal voller word
, want hulle weet n lee kerk is n gebou
en geloof is net te vinde binne jou!
Ek blyk n kenner te wees,
want *** maklik verdwaal ek nie
in n woud van waaroms nie?
As die donker van n liefdelose dag om jou toevou
en jy versekering soek vir jou troesou
van blindstaar en wangdraai,
begin jy jouself toesnou
met vrae soos spieelkrake en lemsnye
ontdek jy die pseuodo metafisika van die siel.
Ek, verkul n wetenskap op my eie.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
You told me once that you've never loved
anyone like you love me. You also told me
that you woud love me forever and never
(ever) leave my life. That you were here
to stay. You
said I looked
like an angel,
like an Arabian princess,
Angelina Jolie-esque and
simply eatable. Your love
for me showed all over
this perfect
face of yours,
you know...
And though
my poor eyes,
heart, and
hands belie-
ved every eve-
ry lie, every
fucking *****
lie, I know
better now. UCK YOU
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
Summer your not replying to my text messages, where you at?
April just said her rainy days are over and Mr. May has already come back.
Ms. Daisy and her ladies have sprung forward.
So please stop playing around and come on over.
Summer your not answering my calls its an emergency, my friend needs a vitamin D donor!
Plus all of your seasonal friends have gone bipolar!
I woud like to go outside with you in peace,
but thunder and lighting keep me inside until they're finished making beats.
Everyday I look at my phone and sigh.
Why you wont answer I don't know why.
But it's getting late so tomorrow please
Summer... Reply...!
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
meet me on the corner dont be late,
there ill show you my love with my eyes,
as we walk hand in hand,
head on shoulder,
down the street.
then from that point,
we will know forever is in sight.
your quaint body frail in the moon light,
your hair shines a deep auburn.
there i wanna cherish you and never let go,
as the world slows to almost a stop
just to watch us.
the sun starts to show on the edge of the earth,
from pink to orange and yellow...
you grow weary
and the mellow is gone as we here the voices,
calling by your name,
you run...you scream...
you cant be caught, it woud ruin you to be seen with me...
im nothing compared to them, nothing, god help you as you flee for your life.
dont fall my love, in that deep ditch, dont fall my dear in there lies.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 11:14 AM UTC
I would be in heaven,
if I have the style of David Niven.
Or the voice of George Sanders.
I would be in heaven,
if I had the comedic style of Benny Hill.
It would be a delight.
It would be a thrill.
To have the qualities of these Englishmen.
I been in heaven,
if I could play the guitar of Eric Clapton.
Or the theatric of **** Jagger.
Say, what you want?
He knows how to thrill a crowd.
Not once, will you not see them going wild.
Even the gent Peter O' Toole was the best of the cool.
Same, with the great actor Michael Caine.
And it never could be a hurting to not be Richard Burton.
Who had style and grace?
Dalton, Moore and Connery, all contributed a personal style to James Bond.
And , even this man named Daniel Craig.
Not to over look Pierce Bronsnan.
It's something about the guys of the United Kingdom.
We see coolness even in Prince Charles.
Whom probably learn this from his lovely mom.
Notice, the way ladie admires Hugh Jackman.
Only, if I had these gents accent.
I probably could try to fake it.
Except, who woud I be fooling?
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
Im gonna mic this **** up and EQ it out, make the speakers ring now so we can scream and shout, and it wont feedback; till you hear "Back in Black", when the bass line hits all across the pan, and I redline that **** cause its my ******* Jam.
Peaking dBs on all of the meters. Blowing out the cabs and frying the tweeters. We smashed our guitars so let the keg flow. How else would you end a ******* awesome show?
Watch the roadies pack up, but give them respect. They do a lot more than you woud ever expect.
An after party now and were burning it down. Stumble back to the bus and to the next town. To start it all over for another go round.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
*If your embrace was a dungeon I woud
Use up the final seconds of my freedom
Walking right into your arms and never appeal my detention
If your stare was an arrow, I'd die with a thousand arrows in my eyes
If your voice was acid, many would call it suicide
For regardless of its corrosion I'd burn trying to drink it
If your words were grenades, I'd be blown closing in to have you whisper
If holding hands with you was condemned, I'd still do it behind bars
If missing you wounded me, I'd be dotted with everlasting wounds and scars
If falling for you was the epitome of failure, who would want to prosper?
If your fragrance was fatal, the world would die
By your knees attempting to savor at the most beautiful
Of flowers among the providence of nature
If you were an Angel, you would be a reason for commotion in paradise
If your kisses were a poison, I'd spend my very
Last breath with mine locked with a tenderness to your lips
If hearts could physically be owned, yours would be mine for keeps
There's nobody else in the universe I'd rather woo
For it is my belief if perfection were existent it would be a thing close to you
If you were not human, you would be a butterfly, beautiful
And I would fall each time you flutter by, I would be beauty fool*
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
I'm on fire, I'm on fire for you God!
I'm running, running after you!
To see your face is all I desire!
Embrace me god in your arms
Bring me past normal,
I want to go far on your path!
Let me be your hands and feet,
Let me be as a vessel so that your life canflow through mine...
And touch people so strongly, that woud have such an impact on their lives
That they can't hold back any longer that they can't turn their
Face any longer, I don't want to denie you anymore..
I want your will god and
As I step foot in Israel
I k ow you will be by my side, with every step I take
... Im on fire for you ...
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
Happy Thanksgiving
Hollow words
thrown out like confetti
to land where they will
on the well manicured lawns
of the houses of plenty
and the cardboard beds
of the hopeless homeless
Happy Thanksgiving
Words as flint to
Spark the tinder
that flares into flame
that warms some and
chills others who are
celebrating things
that no one
woud be thankful for
Happy Thanksgiving
To those with little
to be thankful for
except the lack of dyeing
and a list of shiny promises
most already broken
with the pieces
scattered on the floor
Happy Thanksgiving
Greedy merchants
rub their hands
And hide the day
in bargain hunts
For things that
don’t bring joy
but just more need
Happy Thanksgiving
Living in a little corner
of the furor that is life
a tiny candle in the shadows
holding out the hand of hope
of kindness, even love
sharing what has been
stored up for use
this day and every day
to live the meaning
of the word Thanksgiving.
ljm
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
zeus woud be proud to have him
not even his self-sufficiency would win
sweet eyes and a glass of gin
baby you made me scream
shall we love
the ones that destroy
our hearts like a toy
and celebrate full of joy
or shall we hate
the ones that smile
at our broken and fragile
soul as a sparkle
but it's complicated
when they have both sides
thats why he colides
with me in my toughts
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
I'm on fire, I'm on fire for you God!
I'm running, running after you!
To see your face is all I desire!
Embrace me god in your arms
Bring me past normal,
I want to go far on your path!
Let me be your hands and feet,
Let me be as a vessel so that your life canflow through mine...
And touch people so strongly, that woud have such an impact on their lives
That they can't hold back any longer that they can't turn their
Face any longer, I don't want to denie you anymore..
I want your will god and
As I step foot in Israel
I k ow you will be by my side, with every step I take
... Im on fire for you ...
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
With a storm swirling in his chest,
he lights the day's first cigarette.
A fog of smoke on the path of his quest,
he breaths it like the pain he can't forget.
The world sees only the fire from his matchsticks,
but there's another flame soaring in his heart.
He closes himself inside walls made of bricks,
the guilt he puffed tasted like ****
He quivers recalling his loss unrecoverable,
agitated on himslef and his love forgotten.
Like a wounded horse confined to it's stable,
his conscience seems to have rotten.
This story of "a smoker" woud have been a bit longer,
If he would have enjoyed playing a trumpet.
Dreaming about the love he never got from her,
he lights his last cigarette.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
she stood in a hallway
arguing with me
she said yes i said no
she asked me if she
should stay
i told her to go
her soft palms were shaking
i didn't dare to break
but still
if she'd let a tear
it woud be all that it takes.
i didn't tell her my feelings
because she would have strayed
i knew this wasn't place for her
and i couldn't stay in her way.
it was a monday,it was cloudy
i tried to look away
it's so hard to remember
(it was middle of a may)
i wanted her to think of me
i couldn't dare to say...
i tried to look aside
but i still remember the dress
she wore that day.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
darkness all around me as I lay about to sleep
was thinkin of the future was future without me
would I wake up to see the light a new day born I hope
or woud my body fade away last breath gone up in smoke
I guess you know the answer as I sit here writing this
but are you here to read my thoughts to share my wakened bliss
I'll never know the answer unless you speak through god
or maybe we will meet again along well trodden path
my thoughts of black did hide... a deep and darkened fear
was I about to miss all this... a fate.. nor goodbye cheer
I know ..I know the answer ...will come to me one day
when I have passed upon this earth and words just fade away
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
darkness all around me as I lay about to sleep
was thinkin of the future was future without me
would I wake up to see the light a new day born I hope
or woud my body fade away last breath gone up in smoke
I guess you know the answer as I sit here writing this
but are you here to read my thoughts to share my wakened bliss
I'll never know the answer unless you speak through god
or maybe we will meet again along well trodden path
my thoughts of black did hide... a deep and darkened fear
was I about to miss all this... a fate.. nor goodbye cheer
I know ..I know the answer ...will come to me one day
when I have passed upon this earth and words just fade away
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
Every now and then I see her face
Eyes a carmel caress just like before.
Never been in that way before or since.
I have looked in many faces, nothing
Made me ache and melt.
I could look into her eyes endlessly
I swear, and lose myself .
I wonder if she knew
I was afraid to say
On the chance that it woud change.
When she spoke I hungered for her eyes
When she laughed I hungered for her eyes.
They so mezmerized. I hungered for that too.
Those eyes are gone and closed
I last saw them crying.
She turned and walked away.
What a fool
What a fool in youth.
In dreams I see them slowly dying
Shuttered windows.
The dreams they left me.
Many years have past.
I know my slice of hell exist
In living out my days to miss
Those eyes will never hold me near
Will never be again
Never be my friend
Never hold me.close.
And carress.
My purgatory burns
Softly and becons.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
In the darkest hour of the night,
She woud often get up to write:
She would write to create worlds to escape into;
She would write down all the words she couldn't say to you.
She would write because no one wanted to hear.
She would write down all her fears.
She would write until her fingers swelled.
She would write to find heaven in corners of hell.
She would write because it was the only way to stay sane;
She would write to forget all her pain.
She would write to find a spark of light;
She would write to add colours to a world of black and white.
Whenever she felt like she was
slowly losing herself
she would sit and she would write
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC