Without
I'd never felt so dead before
So cold, so pained, unbearably sore
I never thought I'd hurt like this
Without wewe here, your murderous kiss
Without your hand to envelope mine
Without your voice, deep, divine
Without your dark, concealing eyes
Without your words, your venemous lies
I'd never thought of myself this way
So alone, every night, every ending day
I always saw my reflection inayofuata to yours
But I'm in darkness, behind closed doors
Without your speech, always mysterious
Without your smile, making me delirious
I thought you'd stay forever, you'd care
But now all I remember is your hateful stare
I'd never felt so dead before
So cold, so pained, unbearably sore
I never thought I'd hurt like this
Without wewe here, your murderous kiss
Without your hand to envelope mine
Without your voice, deep, divine
Without your dark, concealing eyes
Without your words, your venemous lies
I'd never thought of myself this way
So alone, every night, every ending day
I always saw my reflection inayofuata to yours
But I'm in darkness, behind closed doors
Without your speech, always mysterious
Without your smile, making me delirious
I thought you'd stay forever, you'd care
But now all I remember is your hateful stare
How I Really Feel About You
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell wewe how I really feel.
I don't know if wewe will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see wewe again.
I hate that wewe think I will do anything for you
because wewe still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than wewe ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that wewe wouldn't like it, but wewe know what
I DON'T CARE!
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell wewe how I really feel.
I don't know if wewe will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see wewe again.
I hate that wewe think I will do anything for you
because wewe still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than wewe ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that wewe wouldn't like it, but wewe know what
I DON'T CARE!
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If wewe don't like this poem just songesha on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do wewe constantly check the mirror?
Why do wewe constantly flaunt your body?
Why do wewe constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
wewe live for attention. wewe live to view. wewe live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
wewe can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do wewe constantly check the mirror?
Why do wewe constantly flaunt your body?
Why do wewe constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
wewe live for attention. wewe live to view. wewe live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
wewe can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur
Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor
Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant
Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps
jj9/1983
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my moyo is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my moyo can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope wewe understand...
Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould
The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every siku brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane
Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
wewe thought I'd Lost you, I bet
But wewe were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to kiss me goodnight
Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?
The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
kwa the hour, kwa the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it
I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let wewe go
But there's one thing wewe should know
No matter where wewe are
No matter what wewe do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
by
Jeremy Gould
The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every siku brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane
Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
wewe thought I'd Lost you, I bet
But wewe were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to kiss me goodnight
Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?
The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
kwa the hour, kwa the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it
I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let wewe go
But there's one thing wewe should know
No matter where wewe are
No matter what wewe do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
I'm desire
I'm pain
I'm denial.
Call me whatever you
want me to be.
Call me!
That's all wewe see.
I'm pale
I'm tired
I'm love
I'm desire.
My kiss is so deep.
Can wewe feel my soul
talking?
My kiss is so soft.
Can wewe feel me?
Will wewe dream me?
I give my upendo to you.
I haven't chosen that,
it's just how it meant
to be.
I hide my tears from you,
i lock my the pain inside of me.
That's the place
i wish wewe never find.
That's my soul,
sorrow and desire.
I give wewe all wewe want,
i choose the sweetest words
for you.
My touch leads you
to the highest
power of imagination,
just to onyesha you,
just to have you.
with a seed of grace. The expression
of joy slowly shine on its face.
A little black maua, ua beautifully
devine. An elegant structure in this maua, ua u will find.
upendo and the joy of
happiness, this shows a black flowers
elegance. the color of
this maua, ua so proudly stand out.
wewe are a little black maua, ua without
a doubt.
Note: I would like to bring this out to a little girl that was killed in chicago where i live. so smart, so nice, so good, but why did she had to die..... she was part of the light and now i must find her in the darkness and bring her back to life.
She hates the irony, and the pain is too much.
She cannot see his face;
He has advanced from behind.
But she does not need too,
She knows his face too well.
His kisu digs deeper into her soft cheek.
He is carving a heart;
Mocking her obsession of him.
He whispers something incoherent to her.
She wishes she had listened closer.
He caresses her unmarked cheek with his gloved hand.
She closes her eyes,
Half wishing it was over,
Half wishing it would never end.
-Emily Rose-
7-20-10
I Give wewe These Verses So That If My Name
I give wewe these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored kwa a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,
Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And kwa a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;
Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O wewe who, like an ephemeral ghost,
Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found wewe repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall Angel with a brow of bronze!
I give wewe these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored kwa a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,
Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And kwa a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;
Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O wewe who, like an ephemeral ghost,
Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found wewe repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall Angel with a brow of bronze!
I stand alone in the color while my thoughts bleed from my mind. Oh how I wish that wewe would come save me. Save me from this beauty. It continues these lights, they flash and dart across my face. Mocking me, and teasing of their freedom. The freedom they have to songesha and dance.
It is all that I do not have. That, and you. wewe used to make the lights of my life dance and songesha and make the most beautiful array. Yet now all they do, these beautiful lights and colors, is bring me pain. I knew wewe weren't coming, I know wewe wont come. I know, and I knew, that wewe never did. I've tried to forget you, Ive tried to songesha on. But, no, these lights and colors continue their eternal dance of mockery and mercilessness.
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it zaidi than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a sekunde love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list, so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the muziki of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.