"zillion" poems
my life was like a rope walk
a thin rope of sanity I walked on
and below was a thousand feet Valley of depression,
you miss a step ,you never come back.
struggling to balance myself ,
and then I met you .
the saviour ,
like the albatross
who came to save the ancient mariner.
you came into my life and with you came hope.
the rope beneath my feet widened ,
widened to become a plank.
and as you grew closer,
the plank became solid ground.
the valley started to disappear
and the fear melted down.
now I could risk missing steps,
enjoying the grass and the tiny falls.
it felt like never before ,
and there was no turning back.
but I realised, on the ground I wasn't alone .
not just mine,
but you had saved a zillion lives .
but that didn't matter now .
they all loved you and so did I .
so we all pledged :
to help you, to love you forever
and that anything that gets to you
have to first get through us .
we all are debtors of your love
and we will pay back by standing by you .
you are the nation of our happiness
and we are your A.R.M.Y.
saranghae BTS
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
" MOON LIGHT" 🥀🥀
_We living as stars_ . ✨ But only we don't fall, all _night ball, like stars ✨ we own all night_ _under the moon_ 🎑
light, charging my Star light. I wanna shine bright .
_Black rose grew from the sky._ My star shine bright I could feel the aura°. _Luminous light like_
zillion stars make my light shine, my star 🌟 glowing .
_Fortune is a kin. With Money I'm twining._ *Under the moon light charging my Star light.🥀🥀 - _C9fm_
Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 6:19 PM UTC
When A Man Loves A Woman, He Will.
Let us end this weekend by talking about the love between a man and a woman. To the ladies who often ask, “How do I truly know a man loves me?” this is for you. When a man loves a woman, he will never cheat on her. Never! He will find other women that throw themselves at him repulsive, however beautiful, they might be. That does not mean he has to profess a zillion times in a day how much he loves you. A man who does that is often a player.
Talk is cheap. To a man who loves, actions speak louder than thunder, even in his subtlety! If you are an intuitive woman, you will know how much you are loved without even hearing the “three magical words.” There will be love in the way he looks in those lovely eyes of yours, in the way he holds your hands, in the tenderness of his text messages, in the attention he gives you, and in the care he takes in choosing the gifts he give you, and in the way he speaks to you.
It is widely acknowledged that men love *** If a man says he does not love *** he is a shameless liar or a capon. God, we love *** Yet, paradoxically, when a man truly loves a woman, *** with her is the last thing on his mind. His interest in her is holistic, not just the apple she has to offer. He wants you for the rest of his life, and his single preoccupation from the moment he meets you, will be to put a ring on your finger so you can carry his name as Mrs…(Insert your man’s name) as a badge of honour.
A man who truly loves you knows you meticulously. He knows what puts a smile on those rosy lips of yours. He knows what to say and what to do both in the good and bad times. He knows your kind of music or your kind of book. If you are a chocolate lady, he knows your kind of chocolate, if you are the romantic type he knows when to take you for moonlight strolls. Basically he will love you like you have never been loved before.
In all, a man who loves you will do anything. I mean ANYTHING for the woman he loves.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
I got zillion tracks to the light
But i chose the one that lights bright
I crawl first and then i stand
Unaware of the snags ahead
I begin to walk through the lane
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
A bit of sunshine
A bit of magic will do
Not a big banquet
Not too many people
Maybe a little privacy
Maybe a little "my time"
For midnight,
Be it your soft kisses
My family,Oh dear!
Not fancy cake surprises
And as I sleep in your arms
May I dream a paradise
Not money,nor hard cash
Mornings be like,
A slight nip in the air
Sunrise from my bedroom
Not zillion missed messages
I want the day,at peace
Like a poet's wish
Simple,chaste,crystal clear
Not fake "Happy Birthdays"
I want the day,
Maybe full of good vibes
Among true people,
Among trustworthy friends
Not mere acquaintances.
As I drove past,
The air,
I want to feel it,
Making my hair dance
I wanna face its coldness
The soft stiffness upon my cheeks
Not mere cigarrate puffs
I cherish a memorable picture
Over trillion pout-faced selfies
Well,all for my birthday,
I want to cut,
This citys' madness
Not just chocolate cakes
Take me far away as you can
To rugged mountains,to blue rivers
Fairytale isnt it,
I want it real
Just the scenario in front of my eyes
Searching for you,
I hope to see you by me,the next time
I wanna blow dandelions
Not just burning candles
I wanna run past the barren fields
Dressed up in florals
Not the dark glittery blacks'
Well,all for my birthday.
I wanna live these moments
Tyind to decode this one day
Not snazzy gifts,nor over-the-top clicks
I want my birthday to be like,
I am just 17
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
God made Eve and she is the testimony,
Of what Eve could herself be
The smile on her face, zillion emotions in disguise
The twinkle in her eyes,
only speaks of love no lies
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife and her roles multiply,
But dare come a moment when she is out of time,
Keeping her world at the back she always moves ahead
She will laugh and she will cry,
She will burn and she will light up the fire
If only we could be possibly be an inch tall of her will that has no heights,
We would have still given up trying after some time
One Super Woman she is,
an epitome of how godly Eve can be
Thousand tributes may fall short,
but you'll never be less of words
Having one like her in your life,
And you may be writing this again the nth time!
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Blood-soaked blue sky
Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness
The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs
Roots that won’t die
Bursting through us
Dark crimson walls high
Too shame our innards
Tear-drenched rain
Draining our conscience
Pulling us toward the marble migraine
Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent
Of life desperate
Keeping hearts from heads
And minds from mouths
Away from this marble pavement
High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry
Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness...
A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps
Blows into this lecher
To carry our vividness
Like pappus in great gusts...
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
You are my sweet escape.
You help me get out of my blues
and paint my world in different hues.
You are my source of vigor.
You get into my body,
flow through my blood,
seep into every part of me
and I will feel alive.
You are a wonderful chaos.
When the world turns me down,
you will make me feel so high.
When people make me cry,
you will suddenly make me laugh so hard.
When darkness surrounds me,
your rays of light will shine on me like
dawn after hours of being blind.
You make me see things that others cannot see,
make me hear soft caressing whispers that others can never hear.
That makes me feel special in someway
You give me freedom to do what I want without any hesitation.
You give me courage to go extreme without fright.
You give me happiness,
unexplainable feeling that needs a zillion words to be described.
They say I'm crazy
they say you are just an imagination, hallucination, a fancy..
an opposition to what is real..
'cause real is pain, real is fear, real is sadness.
You are surreal, but I believe in you.
I want to believe that someone so good as you could be true.
I want to believe that life is more than just rue,
that my life isn't about having insanity, but liberty..
Liberty that I found in you.
You are an abyss I am more than willing to fall in.
You are my drug.
I love you. Yes, I will forever be addictively in love with you..
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
many a night
i lie awake
with remembrances of your silky touch
and a zillion rousing thoughts
racing through my occidental mind.
each time,
longing for that soft embrace
laced with the hope of it all.
tossing,
turning,
just waiting....
for the elusive sleep to descend
© 2022
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 8:53 AM UTC
PSALM TWENTY AND ONE
OF PRAISE TO MAGNIFY
THY LORD GOD,
JEHOVAH ORI.
1)I'll adore thy
Lord with my
whole heart ♥
and I will sing
His praise in
His sanctuary.
2)I'll worship 🛐
thy Lord God,
for his mercy
endureth forever. 3)
He Who has
spread the heavens
like curtain on the
wings of wind,
earth upon ocean. 4)
For his mercy
endureth till
eternally.
5)
Praise
He our God for
He's mighty
arts are greatly
and worthy to
be praised. 6)Let
the whole world
glee in the Lord
their God and the
fullness therein. 7)
And the heaven
and it's hosts bless
thy Lord our God.
8)
Our hearts shall
rejoice in thy
Lord and the
fullness in us. 9) All
my bones shall
says blessed be
thy Lord.
10)
Let thy
Lord be magnified!
Praise God in all
tongues and let
His people praise
Him.
11)The earth
and every beasts
that crawled
the earth. 12)
Every
small and
gigantic adore
thy Lord their God.
13)
And let
Cloudnine and
His family Glorify
God for His
marvelous thangs
He has done
amongst His
people.
14)He
manifest Himself
and
sent them meal.
15)
Even in the
wilderness He
brought forte
waters
within the rock. 16)
His voice is
heard in all the
nations, praise
God. 17)
Zillion
tongues aren't
enough praise
God. 18)
For
the works of
His hands is
mighty.
19)
The
sun see and
jumped, the
rivers ran
backwards,
20)
The mountains
smokes and the
hills are covered
with flames
🔥🔥 the
Holighost fire of
thy Lord. 21)
Holy and glory
honor,
adoration,
glorification, and
songs of
doxology
unto God. 22)
For
His endless
gracious favor
and mercy
endureth forever.
23)
From eternal
till eternal,
praise God
from ever
lasting to
everlasting. 24)
Let
my heart ♥
praise God. 25)
C9fm shall adore
thy God blessed
be thy Lord
our God. 26)
Worthy
and honorable is
thy Lord God of
black tribe
of Israel. 27)
God
of the whole
earth and flesh.
May thy
only Holy names
forever be
pavilion for the
just. 28)
Those who
hopes in thy
Lord shall never
be ashamed. 29)
For thy
mercy is endless,
reaching unto
the clouds all
through the
heaven's
beginning to it's
end. 30)
Praise
God from the
beneath of the
earth. He Who
made the heaven
and earth. 31)
Unto you, all
the riches, wealths,
wisdom,
knowledge and
understanding are
been rendered . 32)
Unto thee oh
Lord our God.
Let the heart
of the just
praise and
dependent.
33)
Rejoice
in Him and
cast your worries
upon the Lord
and He shall
ease your
burdens. 34)
Glorious and
marvelous His
thy word oh
Lord.
35)
Thy word
is seen through
thy
magnanimous
arts.
36)
The skies
manifests and the
heavens roared
thunderously.
37)
The earth
heard and
trembled mighty
mountains became
ground before
thy Lord.
38)
The
angels bow 🙇
worshipping 🛐
underneath His
throne.
39)
Saying,
Thou art worthy,
holy and glory
art thou oh Lord. 40)
Who Was and to
come and is
and forever more.
41)
Let thy Lord be
magnified! Selah.
#c9_fm
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
I have been,
Seen
And returned,
Whilst they were still blinking,
I have felt,
Experienced
And reflected,
Whilst they were still thinking.
I have been through the Stars,
I have bypassed Mars.
I have left this world behind,
On more than one occasion,
I have left reality behind --
Each time it froze-over
And became a Hellish abomination.
I have been to Hell
And back,
More times
Than I care to remember,
I have swum deep into my Abyss
And held my breath,
Many times,
Whilst it begged me to surrender.
But I never did...
I always came back!
I always walked through the woods,
Staying clear of the obvious track.
Only so I could return
To the Universes beyond my mind -- Homeward bound!
Beyond the stars,
Where my soul's serenity
I always find --
Where I always felt found!
'Peace' amongst a zillion thoughts
That continually evolve--nonstop!
They speak in vibrant colours...
Turquoise,
Teal,
Magenta
And Crimson -
Colours superseding
Verbal language;
Unleashing my Supernatural Powers.
Dreaming, whilst awake,
All for my sanity's sake.
I have...
I do...
I must!
To live...
To be me...
The me, I trust!
Lady R.F. (C)2018
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
The space ship that I bought today
Is genuine ex-Milky Way
Titanium panels, gleaming white
Slighly warped by galactic flight
Ten zillion miles on the clock
But brand new dials and air lock
It'll see me good for a squillion more
So, lever down, I shut the door
And press some buttons blue then red
A mighty rumble frightens Ted
My copilot pressed into his seat
As jet fuel and ignition meet
I grip Ted's arm, the countdown starts
I'm glad I brought the ship's spare parts
Then all at once the radio cracks
I turn the volume up to max
What halts the progress of my ship?
"That cardboard box is for the tip.
Now come on out it's time for tea."
...Why does dad rule this galaxy?
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 3:49 PM UTC
All Blatant Critics Depicting Egotistic Fishing Gimmicks Hissing Ignorant Jipping Kissing Lying Missing ****** Obviously Picturing Realist Sickest Technician Utilizing Visions Witness Xenogenic Zeal
Adjectives Build Courage Determined Earning Faith Giving Hidden Illiterate Jilted Kindred Living Mission Nitwit Oblivion Picking Resentments Sickening Tension Ultimately Vigilance Xray in Zillion
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
I only run….
And I pardon my innocent and gullible self for running,
Towards that time which doesn't come back.
I still run in the aspiration to reach out for that rendezvous of ‘forever’,
A run, a journey, and a spree I emancipate.
I write a zillion words about all those things of which there are ‘no comebacks’,
I become a megalomaniac who might be able to make those ‘comebacks’ happen.
I get stoic to present and reach the rendezvous of ‘forever’ where I become omnipresent,
I flit from land to oceans and to land again to reach the scintillating ‘time’ that calls me from the point when it was ‘present’.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Gazing at the night sky miles away
I see a zillion diamonds looking back at me
My mind seems to b drifting away
Just like my worries
All falling apart
The night sky seems to be telling me a thing
What is it?
Not to worry perhaps
That seems to lighten some weight off my shoulders
what a relieve what a relieve
Is it a blessing from god or something special
What a miracle
Just like the night sky, so special
As reality starts to kick back
I sit and ponder whats going on
Why is our world fill with greed sadness and violence
What can we do ?
Is it our destiny
Hopefully not
If only our world is like the night sky
So special, so magical...
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Minimal
Live could be more optimal
If you let go of things, trivial
And focus on the real capital
Time and space, the memory
Of experiences, friends, and family
Nice gestures and charity
The joy of clarity
The depth of sanity
A better grasp of reality
More options through more money
By spending on what matters
Minimal
To love people and not things
To be who you are and not what you own
A tidiness in hindsight, in the mind
A sense of being light, feeling right
Another understanding of freedom and slavery
The slavery of things
When you don’t own things but things you
Because things hold you back and therefore
Freedom comes from less stuff, not more
Nostalgia?
But here is the thing
Memories might die
If you cut off their wings
If you capture them in things
And lock them up in dark closets
They live in your mind, not in items
They need to be free
Fresh, revived, preserved
Through presence, not hoarding
Memories live
Through pictures
Digitized in devices
Always in your pocket
Cherished in your mind
Memories live
Through words
Written by you
In diaries worth keeping
Which take you back in time
But don’t fill up your space
Memories live
Through stories
You tell others and others tell you
Face to face and soul to soul
With some coffee in-between
Minimal
Clutter is not optional
Get rid of worthless stuff
Boxes and countless little toys
One zillion paper clips
Sad chairs and old clothes
And all the dusty things
That occupy your life
And turn it into junk
Spend less
Less things
Think more
Be free
Live life
Minimal
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
So, this is death by Bunnings,
This is so not funny,
So much for a store of hardware,
Then it's on to death by Ikea,
What am I doing here?
This is true fear,
Esoteric death by Ikea,
I've got absolutely no idea,
I've come home with a kit,
Comprised of a zillion bits,
Some of it's missing, it's
Giving me the blip,
How to assemble this?
Who even gives a blip?
Yes, it's death by Ikea,
A barrel of laughs here.
What bit goes here?
Doesn't even look near,
So not funny, non dears,
Total angst of Ikea,
Yes, esoteric death by Ikea.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Seeing the volcano from below
just another mountain
but this mountain
speaks of the earth disgorging
its molten guts
of lightning arcing
in ten zillion volt flashes
of God's terrifying grace
of geologic upheaval
that happened before anyone knew
anything about God
that happened before anyone knew anything
We were kids on a
long weekend
decrepit jeep pickup
camper shell over the bed
we stopped for an old Indian woman
and her son
hitchhiking
I remember the strange musky smell
of her
sitting by me
on the truck's bench seat
like food I'd never eaten
or a hand-me-down blanket
from the last century
We camped at Green Lake
and green it was
set out the next day
fully unprepared for our climb
But our young limbs
carried us to a precarious summit
the South Sister
nothing but sky all around
and dreams
distant peaks
the sleeping volcanoes
of the Cascade Range
stretching into the vastness
of north and south
Such peace
And here
now
I drown in
a deep web of tangled memories
Vistas I once surveyed
live and breathe in my mind
people I once knew
still whisper in my ear
though they are long dead
How do they live on?
Who tends these grass-grown graves?
Who speaks for these dead?
And where do these memories go
when we die?
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
A thousand years across the sea,
With you is where i want to be;
A thousand voices from outer space,
But only your words matter to me;
A million things i've earned in life,
Only your love i can't repay;
A million wrongs i've done to you,
I wonder why i'm loved this way;
A billion choices that i have made,
None of them's right like choosing you;
A billion friends i still can make,
None of them's worth more than you;
A trillion tears can roll down my face,
From hurting you to my disgrace;
A trillion pieces has my heart been split,
A trillion more you stayed to put it in place;
A zillion things i'll do for you,
Now its time to start anew;
A zillion worth of purest gold,
Nothing ever compares to you.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
as their eyes met,
sparks of love
emitted
emotions swelled,
passions surged
like a well
full to the brim
a tear drop
glistened
in her eyes
cutting across
the borders,
it slithered down
her creamy cheek
as
a freshly formed
globule of dew,
cracking
into zillion
rays of light,
creating
a zillion wavelets
of joy
suddenly,
she turned
into a forest aflame
he,
a river in spate!
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
There he goes bidding good bye..
and people here take a long sigh..
when they roll down his records which are so high!
He was born a different kind.
With his shining glory visible even to the blind,
his name itself calms down a terrible person's mind.
He is a man with an amazing sense of purpose
n the owner of a distinct personality
In whom patience and simplicity is bestowed immeasurably..
And that's all which led him to the title of GOD
Who miracles the world of cricket with bat n ball!
Here I bid him bye
Along with million other fans
Who alike me can't think of a match sans that man.
A thunderstorm will seize this day,
and we have a zillion words of thanks to say,
Who turned our life in this memorable way..
And this is my wish for him on this last game.
There wouldn't be any man who can erase your name
Cos,
the rest only seek fame!
You are the one, who won million hearts,prayers..
You have aspired to inspire.
Here we end that wonderful tale of a great man
Which budded here in our land of India.
And this tale is unbeatable and unrepeatable
Cos there's none who has set their sail as he did. :)
(C)SharonThomas
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
if i write a million billion zillion words a day
will some sound nice?
will they work out right?
will my mind create a masterpiece some night?
or will brilliance elude me
like camoflauged prey?
can greatness be chanced upon
or do i have to beg for it?
do i have to pray?
can statistical likelihood produce
from sheer quantitative mass
some lyrical combination
to surpass mere mediocrity
rise straight to first class?
or do i gotta go back and ask
the teachers and mentors
i left in the past?
i took off too fast
ignored their words and advice
bout how to think
how to write
how to talk
how to act
how to not be enticed
by distractions in life
how to not roll the dice
when the odds are too stacked
how to work **** hard
to stay on track
how to make smart goals
if you're itching to rise
by hitchin your ride
to the business of guys
and girls with vision
that's what i was taught
what i heard
what i learned
what i forgot (then recalled)
what i once spurned
to spark my downfall
but i have returned
and rediscovered myself
remembered the others
who raised me
who made me
my parents
my brothers
all those who inspired
all those who required
daily sacrifice
to feed the fire
to push me higher
to bring on success
to make me my best
which proves to the rest
if you don't perspire
chance don't mean ****
now we gotta admit
we all need an assist
but if you want greatness
you gotta work for it
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
Gleaming zillion fish,
Swim in night’s wonder lake;
Where the moon princess swim.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
let me warn you of those deep hearted girls
the ones I’ve told you of since little boy to find
you know that one in zillion kind of pearls
yes, there is much more to their ‘soft' design
from her lips comes the sweet and kind sound
floating though thicket forest of which you pass
coming closer, closer never giving up ground
sweat, cuts, bites only turn the steps into chasse
soon you see the evidence of her love all place
like the changing plants or new feeling in air
only making your feet to quicken, increasing pace
at last you see, now you know her beauty fair
my boy it is not too late for your fast retreat!
don’t let the cool, clean pool pull you in
please, the rocks are wet and be no treat
cause they would harm, like soccer to shin
but I guess you need to climb to the very up
taking loves chance at jumping inside
hoping I am for her to have more than sup
far you will fall to her heart’s pride
worried I shall be, pray I shall do
did I ever tell you I did the same too?
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 1:51 AM UTC