Posts Tagged ‘wish’

This is a poem. Before reading, you must know that all the things written here are purely artistic expressions of the mind’s fantasies. I don’t believe and don’t rely in violence towards women, or anyone. Thank you.


A Mother’s Prudent Wish

Girl, you show up like a goose seeing red
Assaulting all of those who are trying to feed off their pieces of bread
You’re wrecking my picnic, scaring my kids
You better back off before I start relying on my punches and my kicks.

The bearer of my life always told me;
“Never ever hit a female.
No matter what the circumstances are
Never result to violence;
Except when she threatens your family,
Then slap around that bitch”
I’m not vehement, I’m just ascertaining
My mother’s prudent wish.

Girl, you’re like a spawn, vetoed from hell
Swarming all the way into the finer veins of these pugnacious intents
Your blood begins to boil, your skin to swell
We abide in awe at all of your rambling, your deleterious contingence.

Your tongue must be conjoined to your menstrual stillness
I’m not one to minimize others, but you’re an impeccable example of a cliché
So I must sojourn my tongue before it becomes an illness;
A continual codependency on the right side cerebrum’s verbal impugns’ soufflé.


That Song on the Radio that I Wish You Would Listen To

I couldn’t sleep this morning
As much as I tried to
Thought that things were changing
Only to be disappointed
By the fear in my head
Or the truth in my life
Whatever the answers may be
I just need someone by my side.

You try to push me further
Further than I think I can go
I thought I had it all figured out
Only to be confused by my options
Don’t get ahold of this
And use it against me
Cause that’s my fear of sharing secrets
That you may use them devilry…

Don’t tell what you think
If I’m silent, let me be
Can we simply be happy…?
And pretend that pain is not here?

My expectations are higher than they show
I’m afraid of being disappointed right now, somehow
The rejection you feel I’m giving you
Is the reflection of the things you do to me too.

The evil in my head is not to be ignored
Do not feed me with anger and poisonous things
The anger that I feel inside, sometimes I cannot control
The way I’ve been hurt, you cannot simply begin to imagine.

The way that things are stale
I try to fill them with love
With the love I sometimes can’t feel
But I try to grab from above.

I try to be as open and as clear as I can humanly be
But the walls on our defense system will negate our separate needs
You will strike at me when you fear of being hurt
I will shut down at you for very same reason expressed in here.

Don’t say no to these things
Don’t say that aren’t there or here
The hand wanting to cover the sun is a futile attempt
Don’t use semantics to paraphrase what it needs to be spoken clear.

This is not a blaming game
But you have to take ahold of your share
You have to begin to see what you cannot see
And try to work with what you need in order to achieve
Whatever that it is that you want with me
Cause all I want is to be safe, and be happy
And if I ever complain of my present life in comparison
Now that’s not my intention, that’s not my reason
But that I’m going through a phase that might take a while
And all that I wish for you is to hold me still
And smile when I simply can’t
And for me to think that you will…

A Poor Man’s Wish

I want to be God
I want to be in control
Of my own life
And everything around me.

I want to be happy
And when I’m angry
To yell at whomever I want
Without ever getting a backlash.

They say let it all in God’s hands
But those hands seems fall through
Cause I see everything as it’s always been
I’m still struggling, still starving.

Filled my head with words from books
Call me “Don Quixote”
I wish I could be that lost in
I wish I was one of the most read stories.

I want to be God
I want to be praised for my talents
And if I didn’t have any
I would make myself have all of them.

I want to feel comfort
More than in just my own skin
I want what it’s mine
And that’s more than the “American Dream”.

Call me egocentric, full of myself
At the end of the day none of you
Has ever given me what I need in order
To survive another day in this life.

Oh my God, writing is good
In fact it is great!
But I want the riches that comes with the knowledge
I want to be King of this very theme.

Here I am!
Give me what I want!
I know I deserve it
Stop trying to step on me,
Trying to make of me another steeping stool.

For I’m the pinnacle of this pyramid
I’m the axis, as I am the center
And when I become God
You will all bow down at my feet
And for those who won’t
I’ll prepare a very special place;
Concerning volcanic lava and fiery pits.

Yes, I dream of becoming one of the best poets in the world…

The Learning Curve
I think I’m getting better at this
But I don’t think I should grow overconfident
Now that I’m getting used to this
I shouldn’t believe it’s an easy task to obtain.
Cause I’ve bleed for so long to get where I am
I’ve left a blemished trace of bloody guts along the way
You don’t have to crown me to know that I’m hastily becoming the king
But I better watch my back for the dagger coming to jab me soon
Or the trip and the fall while I’m trying to maintain my balance on this tenuous cord
Cause it’s getting heavy having to foothold all this hassle inside my brain.
I think I’m beginning to understand this
I believe I’m unraveling all of the mysterious and secrets unclosed
Now that I know what I know, I know
That it will be uphill from now on, for all the flattering seized under my sleeves.
Cause I’m looking for a new gleam regarding the horizon
What I’ve got now, I’ve grown disinterested and stultified of
I’m trying to regain the tiny shreds of what was before that had me captivated
I’ve think I’ve broken bonds with my inner child and his naïvetés
I need to stumble across him quickly, before I burry him under all this pile of excrement
I’ve been spoon-feeding him with needles for him to perforate his puerility.
The learning curve is leaning downwards
I guess all the weight of the eagerness is making it descend
So when I touch ground, will I finally get it?
Or will I be mindlessly upset that I was so close to almost reaching the pot of gold,
Yet still never really got the good fortune to partake on it or even palate a teeny bit?
Will it leave my mouth all sour, or would I learn that there are better things than this?