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before I leave
there are things
that I want to say
just things
…good things
I find
you're not there
so I whisper
and I hope you can hear me
there is good
around me
mother, father,
can you hear me?
I feel the beauty
within me
...but without me
my sister, brother, my friends
I didn't mean to end up like this
there are things...
and I'm trying hard
to never forget
I am trying
to go ahead
... the ones who love
the ones who care
are the ones I've known
.. the ones who think
of me
and there are things
that I just don't see
this place
I will leave
…by then maybe
I’ll ‘ve seen some good
that might also resemble me
…like when we sleep
I wish I could forever
see you sleep
and leave
… while I sleep
I’m trying hard
I hope you believe me
my mind’s clear
and I’m here
the world hurts
these are wrong tears
for the cries…
I still don’t hear
there are days
I don’t even whisper
these are the things
I fear
but the ones I love…
oh God
You’re here
there are things
that I want to say
just things
…good things
I find
you're not there
so I whisper
and I hope you can hear me
there is good
around me
mother, father,
can you hear me?
I feel the beauty
within me
...but without me
my sister, brother, my friends
I didn't mean to end up like this
there are things...
and I'm trying hard
to never forget
I am trying
to go ahead
... the ones who love
the ones who care
are the ones I've known
.. the ones who think
of me
and there are things
that I just don't see
this place
I will leave
…by then maybe
I’ll ‘ve seen some good
that might also resemble me
…like when we sleep
I wish I could forever
see you sleep
and leave
… while I sleep
I’m trying hard
I hope you believe me
my mind’s clear
and I’m here
the world hurts
these are wrong tears
for the cries…
I still don’t hear
there are days
I don’t even whisper
these are the things
I fear
but the ones I love…
oh God
You’re here
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now you have broken me, shitzles
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
remember if you ever make out this way to get in touch with me brother.
Godfather.
Send my credentials to the house of detention
you'll see me if I make it Godfather... we'll shoot that shit
that's some innovative shitmakin half half ...and chickshish
the words ring and echo inside of me, resonate the truth and how i feel
thanks for sharing
yo We Are All White... talkin pyramids eh... literate motherfucker.. you think you know someone... don't you mean Shilpa Shitty... do educate me...
in any case... I'm sinkin this one on you my friend..
"echoes... that nobody hears... we all believe"
Yes, better known as chichen itza.
or as referrerd to around here....
chicken kabob shitza
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Of a man with reverence
And if you could ever meet
Could you please report to me?
And tell me, what did he say
To change your day
And keep the fear at bay?
If you did, you better learn to pray '
Send my credentials to the house of detention
yes!
and that's cuz he said - to pray.
I read this for the third time, seeing if I had yet made up my mind to comment.
The one I love isn't here and in her place are half ass shoulders to cry on, if I was to cry on a shoulder.
But that is rare.
This poem has forced me to be conscious and decide who I would be glad to have "here". No one comes to mind ... wow ... That's hilarious ... This is going to be a mind twister for a little bit of the upcoming future
1998: Barrie
2000: Montreal, Toronto, Auburn Hills
2003: Cleveland, Buffalo, Toronto, Montreal
2004: Boston X2, Grand Rapids
2005: Kitchener, London, Hamilton, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto
2006: Toronto X2
2009: Toronto
2011: PJ20, Montreal, Toronto X2, Hamilton
2012: Manchester X2, Amsterdam X2, Prague, Berlin X2, Philadelphia, Missoula
2013: Pittsburg, Buffalo
2014: Milan, Trieste, Vienna, Berlin, Stockholm, Oslo, Detroit
2016: Ottawa, Toronto X2
2018: Padova, Rome, Prague, Krakow, Berlin, Barcelona
2023: Chicago X2
2024: New York X2
my new fuck word - KABOB
kabob shit means fuck shit
kabob you
kabob me
kabob it (that means cut it off)
mother kabobing kabob face
kabob off
kabob up
kabobing A
WTK?
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
sounds like a light feeling... though lightness too can get heavy... I recently read a book called "unbearable lightness of being" ... and that says it well...
the one you love isn't there... I know there's nothing light about that...I think
you've seen some shit in your time haven't you... well weedgirl... so have I...
does this make things vice versa... like do you now gotta ask for a fuck sandwich ?
some of my favourite lyrics from one of my favourite songs
we're faithfull
i'm full o' faith when i read your poems, when i read any poems in this forum
makes me believe in better things, happier and more joyful things