From the heart...

She was beaten and bruised
Cut up and abused.
He didn't care what he did to her
As he pounded- her vision was a blur.
Through every single blow
She believed she had nowhere to go,
So, she just dealt
And no longer felt
Her life wasn't worth living.
Even though she kept on giving
Her face to his fist... finally one day
She thought she found a way,
And ended it all by grabbing a knife
Ending her own life.

 

From extended fingers,
To pouting lips,
Inhaled breath
consumes another hit.

The fog filled elements
of my youthful desire
another inhaled breath
throws my thoughts
..ever higher...

 

my lava lamp
a mini world
swirling redhair incense
intertwining with the essence
of my soul
groovy

ebbs and tides
within
move in and retreat
to the beat of the Stones

what a rush
as it licks at my toes
on the edge of reality
the undertow
pulls me inside
where there is no time

and I am free to fly
to the cherry clouds
that call to me
the smell of lovesmoke
a stairway to the top

I breathe in the smoke
and it breathes me
redhair love
and peace

on that cloud
without a doubt
I know I will find
God

 

Please comment if you read my poems. No one really comments and I would greatly appreciate to hear what you think of my poems. So if you look at this, leave me a comment!! Thank you.

Also, my next post may be my last. I feel as if I am putting up these poems for nothing and I might try to get feedback from a different site...

 

Murder, murder everywhere
movies, television or in a book
It seems no one has even a care
violence is where I look
down the street there is a duel
kids sick in the mind
guns go off at the local school
what's go'in on, they're killing their own kind
Have we all gone insane
America, blood is in the rain
Murder, murder everywhere
We live our life in vain
our society has a tear
but we don't know it, we are no longer sane

 

The War wind blows again
A bloody storm is brewing
Many are scared and wary
of fires that may be fuming
Another war to end all wars
When will mankind learn?
That war only begets more wars
But another bridge we burn
Is it wrong for one to dream
Of a world that lives in peace
Because somehow it does not seem
That warmongers will ever cease
But I will keep dreaming of a world
That lives in peace and is unafraid

I believe that less people would want war
If more people just got laid

 

You can not see me
You can not hear me
You can not feel me
Yet I am here and you fear me
You think of me and panic
I lurk in the shadows
You wonder when I will strike
And you know you never will know
Yet one day we shall meet
I haunt you in your nightmares
Will I take you quickly?
Or slow, tormenting and unfair?
Every day you agonize over me
You can take your vitamins
You can exercise in your gym
But I am Death
And I always win

 

Trapped in this life

bleeding steadily

stained, bruised and broken

my tears still pour heavily



My tears are like a river

I'm drowning

deeper and deeper I go

it's all inside

but to no one I will show

I'm dying but yet I still hide



My craving is strong

I'm growing tired and weak

ignoring the truth

I can't see it



The life I have made

am I sane or insane

the darkness gets darker

and the fight just gets harder

my eyes are sown shut

my wound deeply cut



Maybe I will, maybe I won't

maybe I'll stay, maybe I'll go

I hope that there's something

that just might set me free

from this hell

something will save me

 

yes, i'm with white scorp, deeply spiritual and peaceful.

absolutely divine, peacechild, especially the one about clouds.

 

I'm quoting the whole thing. It's utterly fantastic! Your imagery here is great, with a surreal nature that I love. It's the kind of thing I want my painter friends to conjure up on their canvas. Such a beautiful scene, such wonderful allusions. Sigh, this one made my day... thanks!

ps: title that sucker!

 

~* Peace Child,lol, sorry..I can be a lil slow on the uptake at times. Didn't realize this was more than the couple I read and I thought I had posted to this one~ pfft!~ fluffy brain moment I guess. Just wanted to let you know I'm browsing and enjoying and trying to catch up. Thanks hun!*~

 

Starkle starkle little twink
who the heck you are I think
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol
I'm just a little slort of sheep
I'm not drunk like tinkle peep
I don't know who is me yet
but the drunker I stand here the longer I get
Just give me one more drink to fill me cup
'cuz I got all day sober to Sunday up.

 

thank you guys for your comments! I really appreciate them.

 

If I was a fairy tale,
I don't know what I'd do.
One thing is for certain,
I wouldn't be caught dead in glass shoes.

When I went to visit my Grandma
And know that she lives far,
I wouldn't cut through the woods at all,
Instead I'd drive my car.

If I was invited to a great big party,
With lots of food - a feast!
My date would be a fine you man,
And not a hairy beast.

When entering another's house
And I haven't been invited to eat
I would not even try their porridge
Or break their favorite seat.

If I lived with seven little men,
I think I'd carry mace
And if that witch offered me fruit again
I'd slap her across the face.

If I had too many children
And I didn't know what to do,
They'd live with their dad on summer break
And every other weekend too.

If I showed up in the rain
Looking for a comfy bed
And you put twenty mattresses on a pea,
I'd tell you to go check your head!

If I ran into a little pig,
Who was building a house of sticks,
I'd warn him there's a wolf in town,
And to check into Motel 6.

The princes would be great and all,
Especially if they rode a white mare.
But they have got another thing coming
If they try to climb my hair!

If my brother and I were lost in the woods
And didn't know our way home,
Rather than leave a trail of crumbs,
I'd call 911 on my cell phone.

I think animals are really cute
Even ones that are small.
But I'm not relying on them for help,
When getting ready for a ball.

I think royalty is fascinating
From the kings down to the squire,
But if I got mixed up with them,
It'd be front page of the Enquirer!

If Jack went tumbling down the hill,
Rather than tumbling after,
I'd still be at the top of the hill
Letting out peals of laughter!

Georgie Porgie may kiss other girls,
But not me - Hey, I'm not lying!
'Cuz if his lips came near me once
It wouldn't be me who was crying!

As a mermaid I'd give up some things,
Especially if the boy was real sweet.
But hey, you've got to be kidding me!
My voice... for a pair of feet?

If a witch told me I'd die at 16,
By spinning a piece of yarn,
You'd better believe you'd find this little girl
Buing all her clothes at Dress Barn!

If I don't follow my mother's orders,
I know she can be really mean,
So I would never trade our only cow
For some so-called "magic" beans!

If I was locked in a room of straw,
and must spin it to gold everynight,
Rather than guess that little man's name
I'd say, "You take Visa, right?".

So maybe it wasn't meant to be.
I guess for all it's worth,
Fairy tales aren't ready for me,
I'm better off here on Earth

 

The father smiled to see his child
Come running to his side.
"Please tell me, Daddy, what is meant
By that word 'sex'", she cried.

He looked aghast at this sweet girl -
She was but eight years old;
Too young, he thought and innocent
To break this childhood mould.

She should be playing with her dolls
Or other toys she had
Instead of asking questions such
As this one of her Dad.

With openness and honesty
An inborn family trait,
This Dad explained the facts of life
Quite candidly and straight.

His discourse finished, thankfully,
He kissed her on the cheek;
No word she'd uttered all the while,
But now began to speak:

"I didn't think my question was
A matter so complex,
For Mum just said to tell you lunch
Is ready in two secs."

 

Wow, these are treasures. Heehee, we'll have some competition.

 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

She was not beautiful.
Nothing about her was extraordinary.
Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd.
She grew up in a family of six.
The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age.
As she grew stronger, and brighter,
She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met.
​

She was not beautiful.
But she made others feel beautiful about themselves.
She meets a rebel boy who thinks he's all man.
Befriending him, she teaches him how to read,
A little boost the man needed to go to college.
​

They became friends fast and she fell,
Fast in love with her rugged, handsome student.
The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma
He soon found himself in love with a girl.
A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men's head.
Her hair was a halo of light around her,
Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean.
​

Like an angel he tells his tutor
Like a beautiful angel.
The girl swallows a lump at her throat
​

She was not beautiful
She did not possess the heart of the one she loved
But she did not care.
As long as he was happy,
She would be or so she tried to.
​

She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel
All the time envisioning that it was she herself
Receiving those very letters.
And so the girl helped him choose the right words,
Buy the right gifts for his angel
His angel brought him much joy
And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles.
But that never stopped her from giving more
Than she will ever receive.
​

Then one day, all hell broke loose
The angel he loved left him for another man,
A richer, more successful man.
The boy was stunned
He was so hurt he did not speak for days
The girl went to him
He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him
He hurt and so did she.
​

Time went by.
And so the wounds heal.
The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor
He never realized before.
How her laughter sounded heavenly
Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days.
Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him!
​

Beautiful.
This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him.
And he began to fall.
Fall so in love with this beautiful girl.
​

On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her.
He walked to her house, nervous ad fidgeting.
Running his thoughts over and over in his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him.
He was going to tell her how wonderfully n love he was with her.
He knocked.
No one was home.
​

The next day he found out,
The beautiful girl he fell in love with had brain aneurysm
That put her into a coma.
The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go.
​

One final time he got to see her.
He held her hand.
He stroked her hair,
And he cried for this beautiful girl.
He cried for he will never see her smile
Or hear her speak his name
​

He cried.
But it was too late.
​

The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out
In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world.
​

Look around you.
Aren't there a lot of plain faces?
Take a good look
A real good look or you might miss out
On that beautiful person.
​

Forever.
​

 

Wondering
I have lost myself
in wandering
I have discovered
more than I realized
through losing myself
i have found myself
in dreaming
i have hated myself
to uncover how
i feared myself
in darkness
i found light
and in light
i have found
heaven
after trodding through hell
barefoot
i have found i can't rest
til I get some sleep
and i can't talk
i seem to scream
I have found peace
is hard to find
and I can't seem
to reach the clouds
in the sky
I have found
too often
a wish that I could
die
and now I know
it just takes time
I have found
I know nothing
and nothing knows me
I have discovered
a vision unwinding
and I can't decide
I have found
like everyone else
I'm just here for
the ride

 

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
From bong, bowl, joint, or blunt
I love your thick and smoky haze.
You make me laugh no matter why
My eyes are red, my mouth is dry.
I enjoy you in my house and car
You make me high, you take me far.
To me you for sure no stranger
Any nearby food's in danger.
For when I smell your sweet sweet scent
I don't mind that all my money's spent.
When what's left in my bg is total shake
I feel my wallet start to quake.
I know I'll buy you over and over
Stoned as hell, I'm in the clover.
I love the feeling of being trashed
And dread the words "This bowl is cashed."
Getting high makes me want to sing and carol
Although your seeds may make me sterile.
But I'll still smoke you, wrong or not
I live each day, I smoke my pot.

Written while stoned...today is a sweet day. Peace and love everyone.

 

Still beautiful, surviving in the cold,
though smaller now, by half, than August's bloom,
she keeps, defiantly, her stubborn hold,
a summer bride awaiting winter's groom.

Her veil, arrayed in lavender florets
of involuted petals, frames a face
resolved to rush headlong, with no regrets,
into a stringent season's cold embrace.

How could she love a bluebeard's bitter breath,
or find contentment in that barren house
of empty corridors that smell of death?
Why would she share her bed with such a spouse?

Now, holding on too long, her season done,
she gives herself to him: Oblivion.