Best Werent Poems
Did you not notice I was slippin,
cause you didnt catch my fall.
Did you not notice I had fallin
cause you didnt help me up...
so I stayed there for awhile.
Did you not notice I was drowning,
cause you didnt offer me your hand....
so I sank to the bottom.
Did you not notice I was dying,
cause you didnt try to revive me.
Did you not notice I was Dead,
Cause you werent at my Funeral.
Did you not notice I was in Hell,
When i would haunt you with my soul caught on fire...
and you didnt put out the flames.
... And im just Wondering how did you not notice?
By.Jessica Bowie
There was never just a you or a me it
was always us from the beginning,
You walked through my front door
and into my life we stayed friends
from the start theres still no end
today, Months went by feelings grew
stronger the time we spent was time
never wasted. Never a dull moment i
laughed, you laughed,i made fun of
you and you did back. I opened up
and let you in to places most people
never knew or been. Time went by
and i grew selfish i thought we
werent enough so i tried to
overcome it, I made mistakes that i
can't right to this day all i can say is
im sorry and continue to change my
ways, Grateful i am for you to let me
back in and let me rebuild your trust
and start all over again. I never
meant to hurt you i couldnt fathom it
kills me inside overlooking that
bumpy ride. I regret the past and i
miss the good times now i embrace
each day that you spend by my side,
To lay on your chest with your arms
around me falling asleep peacefully,
waking up and spotting your eyes
and your smile i can't help but laugh
and kiss your lips. Then the intimacy
soon takes place i truly believe it is
love that we make, You make me feel
things ive never felt when i look in
your eyes or your just on my mind.
Youre the one i want and i want to
make things right i hope that i can
because without you im not alive.
YOU DONT MEAN A THING TO ME.
Oh how i wish those words were true.
But infact its just a lie
And i can't get over you.
Believe me, i have tried.
But theres something i cant ignore.
Theres just this quality you have
That makes me want you even more.
Its the way you dont even have to try.
Youre just yourself and nothing less.
All the guys want to be your best friend,
All the girls you seem to impress.
Myself included, without a doubt.
But, i was not the one you admired.
Some girl came along better than me,
And she was the one you desired.
Oh well, i shrugged it off.
I decided you werent all that unique.
No point in heart break.
Afterall,
There'll be another 'you' next week.
.
.
.
.(sike)
my life long dream has come true,
it doesnt seem at all like you.
youre different,
not the same,
you put me through a lot of pain.
but im willing to try again,
life is different now, than it was then.
i realize how much love i felt for you
and there is not much you can do.
i have tried so many times, in so many ways,
to say how much i love you
but there is no other way. I
ve said it to you,
ive told you how i felt,
im not sure you believe me
i dont see
i dont know,
so how can i feel like this from the get go?
im happy just to be with you,
and if it werent true,
would i be with you?
the time shall fly,
while we're together,
i shall not do what i did, ever,
again.
because if it hurt me then
it can hurt me now.
Im glad you missed me,
it wasnt fun being free.
i missed your hugs, your kisses,
when i broke up with you,
an arrow dug into my heart.
when we didnt speak,
it tore me apart.
i felt like i was weak.
it broke my heart.
i wish for it to never,
happen, for if it does i wont be happy ever.
so as i write this poem,
i am openly expressing my hope,
my devotion,
when we parted, the sorrow seemed sweet,
i was broken hearted,
and i couldnt believe.
the simpilist thing you said to me.
i know you tried, and so did i.
in the end, we needed to part in order to realize
what our hearts were saying,
no need to sympathesize,
because as i say i love you,
i am hugely devoted to you
love is love, love is you, i love love love, so i love you
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do
I'm suffocating in my skin
My happiness is wearing thin
Please just let this end
Please just comprehend
That you're hurting me now more then ever before
Oh how can I implore
How much I love you so
How much you'll never know
When you used to hold me in your arms
When you used to wrap me in your charms
Back when it was just you and me
Back when we knew how to be
Those were the days
But now its all so far away
Love is so confusing
And lust is so amusing
Perhaps we will never be happy
Perhaps we'll always think love is sappy
Then again, maybe happiness will come our way
Then again, maybe we'll be together one day
I hope you know that I hate this feeling
Being tormented by one human being
You're all that fills my head
As I lie awake in this empty bed
Oh how I hope to hold you're hand
Oh how I wish life werent so bland
Cause pain is the only thing real
The one thing that can't be concealed
But just know
That seeing you with her kills me so
But no one cares about me anymore
This heart becomes more sore
Waiting for someone to hear me
Waiting for someone to see
That my life is flashing before my eyes
Hoping someone can sympathize
Myself confidence has gone down the drain
Oh, I think I'm going insane
But dont worry about dramatic me
Dont worry about my life of misery
No, dont listen; no, dont care
Dont say that you'll always be there
I know I don't matter to you
I know you dont know what to do
I still dont know what went wrong
I still try to be so strong
But being near you everyday
Has left my heart astray
Our good times fade away
My happy days turn to gray
My heart burns to dust
How could you betray my trust?
If you only knew
All the things that I've been through
You'd understand
You'd comprehend
Why its so hard to survive
Why its so hard to stay alive
Well, goodbye, I'm slipping away
I might not see you after today
So let me leave you with this little piece, these little lines
Maybe you'll understand them in time....
Empty words, easily spoken,, but hard to swallow, you say them with little effort at all,
Empty words, empty meaning, but leave a hurtful mark,
Empty words, you say them with a smile, but the pain lingers for awhile.
Empty words, let me refresh your memory;
Hi, how are you today, good to see you again,"
You are so smart, you will go on to bigger and better things"
Im so glad you were in my class".
You are honestly doing your best".
Empty words, leave a painful mark,
One that you cannot see,
Empty words, bring tears, that I have to wipe away,
Empty words, lead to an empty space,
Are you happy now, Since I am now gone?
I know you have moved on, I only hope its not to hurt someone else,
Because empty words, only spread pain and mistrust,
But Im used to it, someone else may not.
Goodbye Suzanne, for my monarch butterflies werent really your thing,
But they helped heal me, with love, beauty, that Your empty words caused me to feel,
I know now that I have to believe in myself, because trust, honesty, arent really your thing...
you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds
but in our dream world
I arrived without clothes or fears at birth
but wore both within one year on earth;
in a crib, my self-esteem doubt blistered.
Since my initial vocal and mobile phase,
I played avoidance to eliminate critical
corrections that felt like imbecile rejections.
For two decades my fears fed anxieties
over disciplined, quick tempered males who
like my dedicated paternal man, could voice
wither my core sheaves in ‘less than’ wisps.
It took fifty rough years of soul aviation,
plus my faith’s aimed navigation thru
brutal life trajectories, to remind me
I have always been the perfect me blend.
Just here ‘till home again and fear’s but
an acronym: ‘false evidence appearing real.’
I am uniquely valuable, confident enabled
and I daily fear shed but, well – maybe I
should pen about bungee jumping instead?
... CayCay
September 16, 2019
Rich people can afford to live lavishly,
squandenring money like it werent a commodity;
ordinary folks must make ends meet,
even worrying about the food they eat!
Wealth moguls like Trump or Gates
can purchase the Empire State Building,
and see their names in the Entrepreneur or Money magazine...
while we dispute those outrageous credit card rates!
Since Caesar imposed taxes on the Roman Empire,
freedom to spend,at will, has been reduced by desire;
now Uncle Sam is the new emperor demanding his tribute,
woe to us if we declared ourselves immune!
Republicans and Democrats are divided on one issue:
the Iraq's war on terrorism and its credibility not so true;
while Bush's voice echoes throughout the White House' walls..
a President's courage shown in formidable ways!
The music and art world are giving in frivolity,
creating works that are insignificant and full of obscenity;
can the Human Race excel as it did yesterday...
who will step forward and stop all this insanity?
Living lavishly is only shared by the lucky ones
who are defined by abundance and inheritance,
but living sparingly is based on sacrifice and endurance...
learning those thrifty tactics and live within limits!
I never met you
On that date.
We never connected
it wasnt great.
We didnt talk the night away,
We really, didnt have much to say.
We never laughed at each others jokes.
There was no eye contact,
Or chemistry at all.
You werent handsome
You werent the one.
I wasnt pretty enough,
For any fun.
I felt nothing,
When I was with you.
I know you felt the,
same way to.
We never hugged much or kissed
There really wasnt much of this.
There was no passion,
For neither of us,
We didnt yearn ,
for each others touch.
We werent sad,
when we said goodbye
Not a tear drop,
or even a good cry
I WONDER WHY????
Actually,
not a word thus far,
Is the truth.
But it has to be,
Because.
IM FORGOTTEN BY YOU!!!!
Sometimes I dream about old dusty roads
Driving through the dirt, with no where to go
I've passed many hitchhikers
Their showin skin and money
But none of that means anything to me
None of that means anything to me
I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I have done
I shift into neutrul as I cruise down a hill
My mind slips for a bit
And a deer ran out from a feild
I slammed on the brakes
And dust flew up high
That's when I knew that everything was alright
I keep driving along that old dusty road
Searching for the reason, why I even left home
I keep driving through the dirt and the mud
Thinking of all the things that I should have done
My car has ran out of gas
And this lonely road becomes clear
What would have been different if I stopped
To talk to the hitch hikers and the deer
Maybe if I picked them up, theyd help me push my car
Or maybe they would robbed me dry
And killed me with a crobar
Or maybe I'd just drive by and pretend they werent there
Cause they were never there
No they were never there
I'm pushing my car down an old dusty road
Wondering why I still haven't gone home
My shoes are covered in dirt and mud
Giving proof of something that I have done
In this crooked chair i sit
at this crooked table
at this crooked desk
and write my crooked thoughts
looking out the crooked window
out onto the crooked crooked street
thinking about how crooked the world is
when suddleny is top and realise
the crooked people arent crooks
everything is crooked
crooked jails
crooked hospitlas
crooked business men lawyers and politiicians
crooked churches crooked steeples
crooked believers crooked people
it was perfect perfect and crooked
crookedly perfect
perfect people
perfect houses
perfect airplanes
and perfect yachts
perfect make me sick
keeping up with the joneses
perfect white teeth
perfect bodies
perfect hair
perfect health
thwey werent crooked?
were they?
croooked like me?
crooked like them crooked in a world full of rooked people and the crookedest
thing to do was to stand straight
and make a show of it!!
whose going to replace all of this crooked ness and turn this beautiful now?
dad you were my hero!
the one i wanted to be just like.
everything i did was to make you proud...
you walked out on us...
i know i wasnt a perfect child...
i just wanted to feel love from you
mom always told me that you would be there for me
you were until i disappointed you...
i thought parents were supposed love their children no matter what...
you didnt do that
you always put me down
told me i was such a shame to the family
now that i have grown up
i relieze life is better with out you in it...
and i no longer wanna be just like you
i could never walk out on my kid
you sicken me...
how could you give up the child that you gave your name to...
i understand you have other kids
but to just give up and not have anything to do with one of them
and to not let that kid know his siblings....
i could never do that
no matter how much my kid disappointed me...
i found my hero...
he stepped up even tho he didnt have to...
he treated me like his own...
he was there when i needed a daddy and you werent there...
he was there at my worst....
and he is there at my best...
he will be my best man when i get married...
my kids will know him as grandpa...
they will never know you
cause i cant risk you hurting my kids
the way you hurt me...
the thing that gets me the most is....
how you made it look so easy
did you even think about the lil boy
who carries your name and...
has your blood running in his veins
i dont think you did...
and if you did you are
a heartless piece of crap
even after all you have done to me...
physical, emotional, and mental abuse...
i forgive you...
not for you but for me so i can move on with me life
No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
sucked altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie turd.
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there asses I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked
by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd rape there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.