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online today!for nought (four nots)
today my children left me
not a one, for me to find
'haps never to be set free
for I simply t'weren't the kind
yet I held them to my bosom
still none would taste my nectar
not a drop passed to their lips
I never felt young fingertips
was a moody, boorish gray day
each time new birth occured
no bone in me was stirred
I became the great stoneface
not a mother after all
t'was something I abided
I just never felt the call
so now they've up and left me
just a less thing to step over
on my way o'er to the shelf
to find something for myself
no need to share four others
with my pain and misery
mayhaps 'stead they set me free
not a one, for me to find
'haps never to be set free
for I simply t'weren't the kind
yet I held them to my bosom
still none would taste my nectar
not a drop passed to their lips
I never felt young fingertips
was a moody, boorish gray day
each time new birth occured
no bone in me was stirred
I became the great stoneface
not a mother after all
t'was something I abided
I just never felt the call
so now they've up and left me
just a less thing to step over
on my way o'er to the shelf
to find something for myself
no need to share four others
with my pain and misery
mayhaps 'stead they set me free
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Posted: Nov 2009
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without you
I cannot face the end alone
I will not hear death's daring moan
I will not surrender to the breath of fear
I will think only of you - as if you were near.
I shall look to the stars and see your child-like eyes,
Touch your tears and humble your cries
I shall let my mind be one with yours,
And pray that it's you who walks through those doors.
The emptiness around me echoes a painful sigh,
For I am deafened by its whaling cry.
I am saddened by my fears of where you might be,
That your body is being handled by impurity.
I curl up on my bed with dreams of peaceful sleep
I will not hear death's daring moan
I will not surrender to the breath of fear
I will think only of you - as if you were near.
I shall look to the stars and see your child-like eyes,
Touch your tears and humble your cries
I shall let my mind be one with yours,
And pray that it's you who walks through those doors.
The emptiness around me echoes a painful sigh,
For I am deafened by its whaling cry.
I am saddened by my fears of where you might be,
That your body is being handled by impurity.
I curl up on my bed with dreams of peaceful sleep
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
This was written when i was about 21. I was deeply inlove with a certain someone, who had gone away for a very long time, and i was just completely gutted to the core, each day ripped more and more out of me.I am a man without good fortune
I am a man without good fortune
My heart can be filled with love for a bit
but then it goes and my heart lands back in the pit
for a while I have something special
then it turns to dust
my heart to beat without love
my soul to remain empty seems to be a must
I pray, i wish, I hope.
but my words are not heard
I feel I am cursed
I will continue to pray, to wish,
and hope One day my curse will be lifted
and my heart and soul will be gifted
My heart can be filled with love for a bit
but then it goes and my heart lands back in the pit
for a while I have something special
then it turns to dust
my heart to beat without love
my soul to remain empty seems to be a must
I pray, i wish, I hope.
but my words are not heard
I feel I am cursed
I will continue to pray, to wish,
and hope One day my curse will be lifted
and my heart and soul will be gifted
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
the feelings and thoughts of misfortuneI dare you to hit me again…
So I have a legal reason
To kill you without regret.
The time is of the season
And your due paid and met.
You’ve struck me with words
With insults, now with your fists
So now it’s time for the all but absurd
From your chest, I will rip
Your heart with my bare hands
Do not even try to demand
What I will do; or how I will do it
You just met your match and lit
Upon a force to be reckoned with
Now we will see justice prevail
Not an old wife’s tale or myth
Just your reward for all the hell
You have showered upon another’s soul
Over and over again, above and below.
The reaper has come to call, and it will be done
What you have done returned ten fold in full sum.
To kill you without regret.
The time is of the season
And your due paid and met.
You’ve struck me with words
With insults, now with your fists
So now it’s time for the all but absurd
From your chest, I will rip
Your heart with my bare hands
Do not even try to demand
What I will do; or how I will do it
You just met your match and lit
Upon a force to be reckoned with
Now we will see justice prevail
Not an old wife’s tale or myth
Just your reward for all the hell
You have showered upon another’s soul
Over and over again, above and below.
The reaper has come to call, and it will be done
What you have done returned ten fold in full sum.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Abusive relationships are very sharp in my mind while writing this pen.Homeless again
My feet and legs are sore from walking for miles.
My thoughts are scattered as I wander all the while.
My hands are shaky fro lack of food to eat.
Throat rough and mouth stale from being thirsty.
My reflection is repulsive to my self, shivering and silent.
My own aroma is ripe as I try to steady myself while bent
over the sharp edge of homelessness in shallow reality.
Walking the squares of many miles trying to find divinity.
Maybe tomorrow will have hope,
But then again, maybe it won't.
Guess I'll sit upon the smooth, cold sidewalk to rest.
Guess not; cop just came screeching to a halt to contest.
Ordering me to remove myself from the robust and prosperous,
or I will be arrested for loitering as I look very suspicious.
"Yes Sir!" I proclaim as I struggle to gain my feet,
then to my dismay I faint and fall to the ground in defeat.
I awake to profanity resonant and resounding in my ears,
I have now broken the law as he handcuffs me in tears.
Tossing me into his car like a piece of meat
my wrists start to bleed and once again I am beat.
Hopefully to death this time to end it all
as starving slowly is a torturously tall
price to pay for being labeled worthless by society.
As I refused to be slave in marriage and my spirituality
did not include their religious beliefs and fervor,
nor did I capitulate to dummy-up as their server.
Homeless again.
My thoughts are scattered as I wander all the while.
My hands are shaky fro lack of food to eat.
Throat rough and mouth stale from being thirsty.
My reflection is repulsive to my self, shivering and silent.
My own aroma is ripe as I try to steady myself while bent
over the sharp edge of homelessness in shallow reality.
Walking the squares of many miles trying to find divinity.
Maybe tomorrow will have hope,
But then again, maybe it won't.
Guess I'll sit upon the smooth, cold sidewalk to rest.
Guess not; cop just came screeching to a halt to contest.
Ordering me to remove myself from the robust and prosperous,
or I will be arrested for loitering as I look very suspicious.
"Yes Sir!" I proclaim as I struggle to gain my feet,
then to my dismay I faint and fall to the ground in defeat.
I awake to profanity resonant and resounding in my ears,
I have now broken the law as he handcuffs me in tears.
Tossing me into his car like a piece of meat
my wrists start to bleed and once again I am beat.
Hopefully to death this time to end it all
as starving slowly is a torturously tall
price to pay for being labeled worthless by society.
As I refused to be slave in marriage and my spirituality
did not include their religious beliefs and fervor,
nor did I capitulate to dummy-up as their server.
Homeless again.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
The city is Phoenix, Arizona.suffocating silence
Waves of silence circling around,
surrounding everything
A deep ocean of suffocating noiseless notes
What I hear when straining to listen-nothingness
Quiet reverberates from these empty walls-
Rockets down the hallway
Slams into the ceilings, hurtles deep into
the pit of my stomach
Makes me weep, hurts the inner-most part of me-
this quiet, quiet house
No children's voices, no clatter of toys
no sounds of any kind
These weekends, in this silence I am alone now.
Immense this absence of sounds
Colossal the hushed words-words that no longer come.
They beat on my brain.
I can hear your voice.
And it's calling to me
Words to forget
Words to bury deep
Strangle the words, squeeze them till they pop!
Never hear the words again.
Never take them in-
I don't love you anymore
Anymore. anymore. never again
So quiet now-no sound, not a whisper
Only the sound of tears dripping.
Absence of breathing-of sighs, of
any sound of skin.
Only this aching silence, screaming loneliness-
Pressing in, pressing down.
Drowning me in it.
Making me silent, hushed, muffled-so
quiet.
surrounding everything
A deep ocean of suffocating noiseless notes
What I hear when straining to listen-nothingness
Quiet reverberates from these empty walls-
Rockets down the hallway
Slams into the ceilings, hurtles deep into
the pit of my stomach
Makes me weep, hurts the inner-most part of me-
this quiet, quiet house
No children's voices, no clatter of toys
no sounds of any kind
These weekends, in this silence I am alone now.
Immense this absence of sounds
Colossal the hushed words-words that no longer come.
They beat on my brain.
I can hear your voice.
And it's calling to me
Words to forget
Words to bury deep
Strangle the words, squeeze them till they pop!
Never hear the words again.
Never take them in-
I don't love you anymore
Anymore. anymore. never again
So quiet now-no sound, not a whisper
Only the sound of tears dripping.
Absence of breathing-of sighs, of
any sound of skin.
Only this aching silence, screaming loneliness-
Pressing in, pressing down.
Drowning me in it.
Making me silent, hushed, muffled-so
quiet.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
it's about getting dumpedSometimes she cries
No don't hang your head in shame, your not to blame
she still cries your only a small part why, no names
It be ok if the physical part was ok, but god the pain
everyday tryin to b alright , spine stiffining body doing things
sometimes she cries... somtimes
she still cries your only a small part why, no names
It be ok if the physical part was ok, but god the pain
everyday tryin to b alright , spine stiffining body doing things
sometimes she cries... somtimes
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post CommentNumb
A numbness floods me,
and I can't swim,
my emotions are drowning,
in a sea of uncertainty.
This phase is over,
but the new one has not begun,
my body is drowning,
in a wave of impatience.
My thoughts are in mutiny,
my patience is sinking,
my mind is drowning,
in a thirst for more.
This ship has sailed,
I harbour no fears,
as I dive into the unknown,
Alone.
and I can't swim,
my emotions are drowning,
in a sea of uncertainty.
This phase is over,
but the new one has not begun,
my body is drowning,
in a wave of impatience.
My thoughts are in mutiny,
my patience is sinking,
my mind is drowning,
in a thirst for more.
This ship has sailed,
I harbour no fears,
as I dive into the unknown,
Alone.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
A poem about the transition from one phase of life to the next.the storm
Bitter is the water I drink
And shallow is my pool
But my world seems upon the brink
And thirsty is the fool
So let this hate sustain my soul
let anger wet my tongue
let pain take its tole
And wake me when its done
let sorrow feed my sleep
let it fester without pause
let torment be my keep
and life can be the cause
know that death cant satisfy
but only spread the sadness more
there is no way to pacify
this never ending storm
And shallow is my pool
But my world seems upon the brink
And thirsty is the fool
So let this hate sustain my soul
let anger wet my tongue
let pain take its tole
And wake me when its done
let sorrow feed my sleep
let it fester without pause
let torment be my keep
and life can be the cause
know that death cant satisfy
but only spread the sadness more
there is no way to pacify
this never ending storm
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Posted: Jul 2009
Post Commentthis is my life
This is my life. This is my life i question Which isnt fully developed a day at a time, i seek 2 find all my lifes desires, i tip toe through life with out any guidence im surprised im still surviveing This is my life i question I lie in my bed at nite thinking of my lifes desires my heart screaming and crying, hopeing and pumping every bit of my desires, through the vains of my body my blood and desires keep streaming till the day i die. This is my life i question My heart is filled with so much pain i find it so hard 2 express this is why in my heart i cry! With no one 2 turn 2 i lock it inside hopeing the pain will surrender. This is my life i question In this lonely life i seek 2 find a friend or love but all they do is hurt me with My heart in pain and my mind going insane does anyone notice my pain Does anyone care of my pain NO!!! All the girls that have hurt me my heart is willing 2 forgive you. This is my life i question
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Posted: Nov 2009
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