PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You’ve done it again. You’ve done it again, mate.

You went back on your word when you promised you’d stick with me in the long run.

Even if our passion moved far too quickly at first.

Before it simmered down to give us time to intercept our demons.

It should’ve been the other way around.

In an age where I can’t see your face nor can I hold your hand,

It’s become a force of habit that I wish I could stop partaking in.

I love too quickly because I am a freak scared of being molded into something I’m not.

Regardless of my desire, I still have to know what goes on in your own life.

That either excites you, scares you, angers you, saddens you, and soothes you.

I’d have to appreciate you before my infatuation gets the better of me and it evolves into love.

I never planned to stop caring even after finding out your weight was dangerously high.

I was reassured that you planned to take care of yourself, but you never knew that.

You didn’t know what to do nor what to say when I didn’t find out about your size sooner.

You didn’t want to shove me away, but you did.

You didn’t want to hurt me, but you did.

You said you were interested in me, but you weren’t.

You said you weren’t in it for short-term happiness, but you were.

All because you turned your back on me when I was willing to keep you tight regardless.

You are such a damn fraud that vies for a sugar bowl that I am fighting tirelessly to keep.

How many sorries does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

I could let you know when you get it to turn on.

But how can I notify you if you severed ties with me?

Since you ran away, an apology is as empty as your soul.

You turned out to be just like your exes and here I am, telling you, “Fuck your love quest.”

It’s not like you’re going to take it again anytime soon nevertheless.

Lonely pieces of crap only want to love when they wish for an early death.

Were you trying to gasp for air when the ocean took away your breath?

If you’re still wondering why you’ll never find love, I’ve got bad news for you.

The way you made my heart beat for you until you made a crack in it is the answer to your question.

You may never know this about me because I don’t always realize it myself.

But when I embrace a soul whose loyalty and compassion is unbreakable,

I realize that I am never alone.

They may face obstacles and heartaches of their own, but they never let them tear them apart.

One day, I’ll find love of my own and I continue to pray that it will be as true as my friendships.

What a shame that you’ll never see that I am never alone.

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout. 

Down came the rain and it washed the spider out.

Out came the sun and it dried up all the rain.

And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.

For as many times as I’ve heard that song that damn spider must have crawled up the water spout five-hundred-trillion times. Why even climb back up at all? Why not go find a nice little dry corner of the world to weave your web, little spider? You could just find yourself a nice little corner in an attic somewhere to live your life and you will never have to worry about inclement weather conditions. It just seems as though of all places, you are determined to place yourself in the most impractical position possible- at the top of a water spout. The glut of spiders that crowd my attic always seem to be in the most obscure corners and crevasses as if they know to prepare themselves for that one fateful December day when I make the trek up the ladder to pull down the Christmas tree. Hanging around by a water spout is just asking to be rained upon and washed out isn’t it? Nevertheless, I don’t know any songs about the hoard of attic spiders that dwell across the land far and wide; I know a song about you – the itsy bitsy spider who keeps climbing up that damn water spout.

"Find out

exactly what it is about,

what words flirt around;

being inspired. 

Seeing, 

hearing 

a piece of art,

hardrock rhymes

that tell what has transpired,

what had rambled on by.

Hard times,

or that feel-good story

that is too cliche for news

nowadays,

no love to be found.

Between then and now,

after everything that has happened,

still trying to climb a side of a mountain.

Reach up above and find purchase,

pull yourself onto the ledge,

overcome that edge.

Inspirational,

overcoming what supposed story

has made times get harder.

Determination

denotes what is to be,

or what can be deemed

a possibility. 

So is it inspirational,

it being anything, 

just because it had been done

by one who downplays the feat?

Nay,

it feels good instead,

the rushing feeling

of creating, being

involved in something more than me,

kittens and puppies,

dogs too,

more than you,

inspired to make a difference

because I had made made one 

to your day, 

or so you say.

As long as what is being inspired

doesn't bring the end

of art,

of love and life,

I'll do it every day,

I'll inspire,

unintentionally,

that's the point.

I think.

Nothing in this world compares,

being lost at sea;

tidal waves won't let me be.

So poetry,

a release to me,

inpires others?

I can live with that,

be it the truth."

Put the excuses aside,
take setbacks in stride,
and don’t abide by or hide
behind the infinite lies.
Don’t be easily lead blind
or left behind, and remind
yourself of the hard times.
Strive always to better lives,
and always apply your mind.
As they say, aspire to inspire,
And don’t be afraid to perspire
or tire as you ascend the spire.

If  I am to lose these eyes

Strip me then now of these lies

Take me to this darkness wonder

In harmony of the black of slumber

Forever to stay shut, anchored in a sea under

and yet though, I do not believe in such thunder

You can take me away from one thing

But I will find a way to still chirp and sing

You can take my legs and swallow love's promised ring

But I'll still find a way to flap a broken wing

And if I am to die..?

I can walk away, with open eyes.

i believe i can do it better
i believe i will succeed
i believe i'll achieve my dream and be set free
i believe i'll move on no matter what happens
i'd better be confident or else i'll be nothing
i'd better be strong or else i'll be forgotten
i believe that i can move a mountain ,
and i can break rocks !!
i'll do whatever i want and dont care about whoever mocks
i wanna to be free , i wanna be me and screw the one whom i used to be
starting from now no one can ever control the person who i choose to be
it is my life and i will live it .wrong or right i will still live it
And ur advice is not for me to give it
i will never get weak ,i will never bend on my knees
u robbed my character from me , but am no longer naive
YES.it is the new me !!YES.it is the free me !! YES.it is the one whom i wanted to be!
YES.there will be revenge!!YES.there will be pain!!YES.there will be what u call it sorrow and scare!!

there wont be anyfor me !! but YES YES YES !!

I am a bulletproof vest,
Saving lives,
Saving heroes and the ones yet to be,
But I am only a bulletproof vest,
There is a limit I can stand,
But when you cross those limits I will fall,
So don’t put too much faith in me,
As I am only a bulletproof vest,

Long after the
Last lights have
Lost their lives,
And the shadows have
Taken over the streets,
A single soul dances
Alone in the
Night.

She does not sense
The anger of
The dark as she
Creates a glow where it was
Dim.

She knows they dare not act,
For her disruptive light
Gives the ignorant shadows
Life.

Running been running for so long
My wind is almost gone
But the problem is still right here
I hear the footsteps growing near
I cant hide
Its here all the time
So I now decide
I have to stand and fight
I cant see when the tears blur my eyes
I ve finally realized
That there’s nowhere to hide
So I ll fight with all my might
Even though there is no one with me
I cant let that get to me
It had the best of me before
the pain grew more and more
Always abandoned always alone
My hope seemed long gone
But I look around and see
That no one feels sorry for me
So I ll get back up to my feet
No more self pity for me
Didn’t need anyone then
Don’t need them now
I ran to despair with all my might
It never crossed my mind to fight
I was bruised hurt and bleeding
I wanted my heart to stop beating
I thought my life was threw
Thought I was done without you
Didn’t know what else to do
But no matter how far you run
The problems always come for you
I got no breath left to run away
So guess this time I am gonna stay
If I show my back again
That thing will not relent
It will tear me apart
And leave me lifeless in the dark
I ll be damnd if I let that happen
Didn’t come so far to let it end
I m not running away
I am running to
And then I am gonna run through
Run through the heartache
Run through the self hate
Run through the doubt
and take my problem out