Walk The Line

© 2008 lilmissrealworld

Walk the line.
Dont you hide behind.
Dont you hide behind me.
So you screamed and you yelled
So what the hell?
Your Human, get used to it.
We screw up
You used up
Your freebies
Don’t turn to me.
Don’t plead for free
-dom
Look me in the face
I’ll tell you your a disgrace.
You say you don’t belong
Cause you know that your wrong
Cause your ignorance shows
And everyone knows
That you’ll hide behind me
Cause your scared like a child
Lost in the wild
Knowing that you play
This game, where you will loose
We all loose
We Don’t choose
Get over it.

December 28, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

The South

© 2008 lilmissrealworld

I miss NASCAR in the Summer, and football on Sunday nights.
And drinkin’ sweet tea ’cause the weather
was always just right.
I loved layin’ in the grass and lettin’ the honeysuckles
just take me away,
And watchin sun go down,
knowin’ the next day would be just as great.

December 28, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

I Will To Live My Ghosts Among

© 2008 engelsstaub

Would you new word for me define,
then understand me better still,
Or speak a tongue of your design?
Let me speak then what I will.
Let me speak yet that I must,
yes let me think as sure I ought,
lest my tongue be one of dust,
and every word I say be naught.
I will to live my ghosts among,
only their words I want to hear,
as like an old song yet unsung,
of blessed laughter in my ear.
They speak of past and better day,
and sing of joy when way we find,
I will my ghosts with me to stay,
and mourn for those we left behind.
Those so many come and gone,
my ghosts of past shall ever be,
to be seen in time as long,
or likely will I never see.
And as so little I have taken,
but nothing may I ever give,
In so much I’ve been mistaken,
and with my ghosts I will to live.

December 27, 2008. General Poetry. 1 Comment.

A Thirst of Life Unquenched

© 2008 engelsstaub

Amidst the season’s change in stride,
from this weather some can not hide,
and from these storms no shelter found,
so helplessly to their lives are bound.
Of dreams and memory now far away,
from places seen some can not stay,
of time now past in which they yearn,
but for their lives may never return.
In age and passing time’s swift flight,
of those so loved shall lose their sight,
no blessing nor comfort in time bygone,
only thirst unquenched of wells they’ve drawn.
Yet as their existence is drawn to close,
may so little be lost to such as those,
a stone inscribed shall to no other matter,
nor will be nourished of a new rain’s patter.

December 27, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

Daydreaming

© 2008 engelsstaub

Unto life one bears confusion,
then wonder blankets what chaos wrought,
the comfort there of warm seclusion,
dreaming awake in progress of naught.

Enveloping time does sleep of day,
passes one by in word and thought,
no retrieval had nights awake we lay,
reprieve nor respite can there be sought.

A laughing resounds but in one’s head,
echoes’ resonation betray their mirth,
the words of Living though now long dead,
and whispers of those who’ve not seen birth.

An appreciation for life in its worldly state,
yet ever dreaming of another than earth,
listen of those voices past or born to late,
a retreat from this time even in its dearth.

December 27, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

Virginia could not be here tonight to accept this award…

© 2008 SC

I wish I could touch your hair

It always looks really pretty

And I bet it smells wonderful

I wish I could kiss you

I wonder how your lip ring tastes

I wish I could hold your hand

And feel it’s warmth

Between my fingers

I wish you could lean your head on my shoulder

I think the weight of it would make me feel safe

I wish that I could be the one

In your arms tonight

I wish I could be the one to call you sweetheart

I wish I could be your man

December 22, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

understandings

© 2008 missunderstood101

I understand now what pain you went through. I understand now the embarassment you put up with. I understand now the heartache you suffered. I understand now the lessons you tried to teach. I undertand now the grief you felt.

I see why you were so hard. I see why you were so rough. I see why you were so caring. I see why you were loving.

You were my umbrella in all my rainy days. You were my shady tree when the sun was to hot. You were my seatbelt when the ride was to fast. You were my tissue when the tears over flow.

Sorry for the pain. Sorry for the whens and hows. Sorry for the chopped and screwed way you were treated.

I now have a full understanding. Full understanding of mothers love. Full understanding of a mothers heart. Full understanding of a mothers suffered moments. Full understanding on wny sometimes you couldnt be my freind. Full understanding on why sometimes you couldnt sugarcoat the realities of life.

Momma now I understand, and its because of your love and my understandings that I am an Independent Woman. And i thank you.

Your Daughter

Tayna Filtidor

December 18, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

My Man

© 2008 missunderstood101

I got a man. This is no ordinary man. This man that I got is one of a kind. He was sent from heaven and handed to me personally by the most high. This man is my angel skies the limit.

I got a man. This is no ordinary man. This man I got is so compasssionate and loving. He brings me flowers and takes me hot showers. This man is my friend blood is so thin in presence.

I got a man. This is no ordinary. This man i got is funny and charming. He makes my worse thoughts and feelings seem like a mere joke. This man is my comic relief when he is around me life doesnt seem so bad.

I got man and what a wonderful man he is. This is no ordinary man. 

Tayna Filtidor 

December 18, 2008. General Poetry. 1 Comment.

© 2008 missunderstood101


December 18, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

Careless Approach

© 2008 jlopez88

Part 1

This portal
lends itself to fire
gone ablaze in a bloody battle
there is no longer green scenery but,
the aesthetic beauty which lies in red how
gentle it consumes my eyes.
No I do not see a decree of illusion
but a trapping feast of disease.
This is aesthetics to me in this
horrid portal.
A phalanx approaches due to my weak nature.
I reap my demise for i see no reprise.
Seek me no longer for I no longer need to breath.

Part 2

The day makes no sense
The lust killed our innocense
Our blood filled with incense.
No remnants of conscience.
I sleep divided in silence.
The purest words you speak nonsense.
Upon me behold the diverse ideology
which we stand…i no longer seek myself
for i no need to breath.

Part 3

Oh why?
Burn thy soul in torches…

Part 4

With no limit to our knowledge we collapse.
So far ahead but yet we stop to look back.
Everything learned eventuall becomes useless when sleeping in a coffin.
Oh this isnt pessimism you say.
Realism the definition.
What if everything we live is only a dream or an imagination.
Then what exactly is realism?
Then what exactly is any definition?
You cannot define the diluted
So why?

Part 5

Do not find me
do not seek
I no longer do
for i no longer breath.

December 12, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

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