darkangel1720
 
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Reply Thu 8 Mar, 2018 04:36 pm
@chai2,
Looking up to someone means admiring someone and wanting to emulate them. That's how I feel about very few people, although I like almost everyone. My supervisor happened to be one of those few I look up to.

1. She started out as a crew at another fast food joint and worked her way up over the years.
2. She has it all together no matter what happens and takes things in stride.
3. Her character.
4. Most of all, she was really nice to me.

Her only mistake in this regard is getting mad that I looked up to her. It confused me that admiring someone would piss them off. I'm not as confused anymore but there's still alot left to understand.
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darkangel1720
 
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Reply Thu 8 Mar, 2018 04:39 pm
@chai2,
Ok what made y'all think autism? Do these people have stalker tendency or was it randomly drawn out of a hat? Not that I'm a stalker because stalkers would seek to harm others. I was only being friendly and seeking a different kind of work friendship with someone I admire.

I have other work friends but I don't really look up to them. That's why I don't "obsess" over my other coworkers.
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darkangel1720
 
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Reply Thu 8 Mar, 2018 04:41 pm
@glitterbag,
Quote:
creepy demented stalker


This phrase gave me the chills.
darkangel1720
 
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Reply Wed 11 Apr, 2018 07:47 pm
@darkangel1720,
Stupid bitch go to hell.
Why don’t you go **** yourself?
How dare you take what’s rightfully mine!
You think you cool you think you’re fly,
You act all perfect inside,
All hell breaks loose in no time.

**** you dumb bitch (x’s4)

I’ll let you know right out
I’ma knock your lights out.
The world is better off without you.
Talking **** thinking you have class
I am gonna kick your ass.
And bitch no one gives a **** about you

**** you dumb bitch (x’s4)
glitterbag
 
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Reply Wed 11 Apr, 2018 08:10 pm
@darkangel1720,
It appears you've made giant strides in your therapy.
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darkangel1720
 
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Reply Wed 11 Apr, 2018 08:45 pm
I knew her and she was great,
Someone I appreciate,
Someone I really admired.
She liked me and was nice and kind,
And everything was going fine.
To be like her was what I desired.

Look up to her (x's 4)

The one day she treat me bad.
My admiration made her mad.
She didn't want me looking up to her.
I saw in her the drastic change.
Attempts to get her back was in vain.
She's a different person from when I first knew her

Look up to her (x's 4)

Others admired her as well.
She reacted positively as hell.
That's nothing I could understand.
Everything's so unfair,
And no one really seems to care.
I've been dealt such an awful hand.

Look up to her (x's 4)

She cut me out from her life.
I die a little more inside.
She never wants to see me again.
She's still kind to everyone else,
So I've given up on myself.
I've built a wall and won't let anyone else in.

Look up to her (x's4)
Phoerus
 
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Reply Fri 3 Aug, 2018 04:30 am
@darkangel1720,
His mother
The only lady he ever truly loved
Growing up he wished for a woman as kind
How could he balance loving two women
'The love is different' they told him
Young and naive, he believed
Until he got married, bought a house and moved in
Then his mother felt neglected
She thought she raised a better son
But which love was meant to suffer
Past or future, he had to choose
He chose them both he was always busy
He neglected himself and became sad little Greg
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KoryH
 
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Reply Fri 7 May, 2021 08:58 am
this thread has been very inspirational thank you for all your words and feelings and thoughts i enjoy anything that can bring us together and now this...

2020, now Twenty-one
was supposed to be the future
but lock-down's been no fun.
Bored in my home office
dreaming of the stars.
My couch! Must get off this
and find those flying cars.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 13 May, 2021 06:51 pm
pawned the curse of god
got two pennies and a glass of beer
went down to the harbor
too drunk my boat for to steer
then shout hallelujah
leonard cohen passed through here
it was a pleasure listening to ya
when the night was starry clear

redeemed my silly curse
paid six pennies and a keg of beer
went inside a boxcar
to rattle on out of here
then shout how does it feel
bob dylan passed through here
it was a pleasure listening to ya
about the watchtower and judas priest


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izzythepush
 
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Reply Tue 6 Jul, 2021 10:52 am
Two lost poems by Edward Lear have been found by a PHD student doing research.

A poem called The Last of the Octopods and a limerick.

There was an old man on a bicycle.
Whose nose was adorned with an icicle.
But they said, “If you stop,
It will certainly drop,
And abolish both you and your bicycle.”
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dirrtydozen22
 
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Reply Mon 12 Jul, 2021 05:15 pm
Maybe annie (tune)
Someday
(Re: everyone who walked out on me)
My other accounts are dark_angel1720 and angel23

Someday I’ll be fine,
And I won’t feel so down.
If only she would still like me.
Someday she’ll come back around.
Someday she will care.
I really just hope so.
She would still be the same person,
Someone that I used to know.

She has hurt me,
Put me through hell.
Will I survive this?
Only time would tell.
I can’t go on.
How could I deal?
Her hatred of me,
Is just too real.

So someday it’ll be time,
And when I least expect,
She would give a damn about me,
Someday.

She was real nice.
She was so kind.
Back when she liked me,
Everything was fine.
I yearn so much,
How things used to be.
Her one mistake,
Was turning on me.

So someday when this prayer,
Be answered from above,
She would come back around for me,
Someday
The Anointed
 
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Reply Mon 12 Jul, 2021 06:44 pm
@dirrtydozen22,
On a no named street of loneliness
Where the down and outs all sleep
where the cities smog of smoke and fog
Through darkened alleys creep
Huddled in a cardboard box
Protected from the damp
Lay a gaunt grey headed dying man
Just another homeless tramp.

The reaper glides trough lonely streets
Of hopelessness and gloom
A compassionate and faceless one
Not the harbinger of doom
He stops before the tortured soul
Who with his dying breath
Sings thanks to God's dark angel
For the blessed gift of death.
izezi
 
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Reply Fri 23 Jul, 2021 11:16 am
@The Anointed,
The Sun has set,
never more to rise.
And few ever saw it
burning the Sky.

All there is now,
the light of the Moon.
Reflecting what was,
and be no more soon.

The Phase of the Moon,
there's no turning back.
And soon the whole sky,
will be totally black.
The Anointed
 
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Reply Fri 23 Jul, 2021 09:26 pm
@izezi,
The mournful scream of a whistle that pierced the morning air
Awoke in me a memory, from the distant past somewhere
A memory I had tried to hide ...... in the darkness of my mind
Now that mournful whistle wakes again, the memory of my crime.

How many years have passed me by? How many nights have I sat and cried?
The tears I’ve shed in guilt’s despair, but forgiveness ..... I could find nowhere.
I see her face in all my dreams, and recoil each time I hear those screams
All ye who read this.... pity me....who must carry this guilt through eternity
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dirrtydozen22
 
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Reply Mon 26 Jul, 2021 05:29 pm
@The Anointed,
Morbid. So ******* morbid.
dirrtydozen22
 
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Reply Mon 26 Jul, 2021 05:33 pm
Someday part 2

Things will be fine.
I’m waiting right here.
She’ll talk to me,
Though she hasn’t in years.
I must go on,
And I must not fail,
But it’s just so hard.
Her hatred prevails.

So someday I will find,
Her coming back to me.
She will care just like she used to,
Someday
The Anointed
 
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Reply Mon 26 Jul, 2021 08:20 pm
@dirrtydozen22,
Come----Dance with me my darling, Come----Dance this one last time
And whisper all the sweetest things, to thrill this heart of mine
Then say that you still love me even after all these years.
Weep no more my little one and wipe away those tears.

Save your tears for others, for those you’ll see no more,
But rejoice with me my sweet-heart, as I pass through life’s last door
For there our throne awaits me, we have won the victory
And "Death" the ruler of this world, he has--------no power over me.

Now death where is your victory, now death, where is your sting?
Rejoice with me my better half, and with the angels sing;
Then kiss me with your tender lips, and whisper your good-bye
Til we meet once more, there in our throne ------- together, "You and I."
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The Anointed
 
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Reply Wed 11 Aug, 2021 11:36 pm
@dirrtydozen22,
Well here's another morbid one for you to enjoy sunshine.

THE LIE

Defiantly
He stood his ground
Surprisingly
He made no sound.

His feet were free
His hands still bound
This now would be
The finale round.

Standing there
With death so near
Amazingly
He showed no fear.

He turned his head
As if to hear
The barking dogs
Still at his rear.

Before him shone
The searchers lights
Torches flashing
Oh so bright.

Exhausted
He had run all night
Now came the time
To stand and fight.

Prepared for death
He heaved a sigh
Why had they all
Believed the lie?

For mercy
He would never cry
His former friends
Must watch him die.

That stranger
Smooth as he could be
Convinced the crowd
That it was he.

The child lay there
For all to see
As they bound him
‘neath the hanging tree.

Warmed by the sun’s
First morning ray
Why did he have
To die this way.

His friends
Like hungry lions at play
Would tear him
Limb from limb this day.

He wonders
What they’ll tell his son
When they realize
What they have done.

For D.N.A
Will prove them wrong
But by then the stranger
Will be gone...................... The Anointed.
The Anointed
 
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Reply Tue 17 Aug, 2021 01:13 am
@The Anointed,
Here's another that I have just written on a thread in this forum.

How many books had the young lad read?
Mysterious tales of the living dead
Books of demons and ancient kings
Of magic lanterns and other things

He called up the visions of far distant lands
With their crystal clear waters and golden sands
But those visions were shadows, merely dreams in his head
For his whole life revolved round those stories he’d read

She stood there beside him grasping his hand
And hoping that this time -- he might, understand
That the woman beside him, once the love of his life
Was the woman he’d asked -- to one day, be his wife

Would the scent of her body, the touch of her hand
Bring back the memories of those nights on the sand
Unmoved by her presence, eyes fixed on the wall
His damaged poor brain, could never recall

Tears rolled down her cheek as she kissed him good bye
While whispering these words; “Why darling why?”
Leaving her Partner, after one final hug
She cursed that Last party, and cursed those damned drugs.... The Anointed.


The Anointed
 
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Reply Tue 29 Mar, 2022 12:02 am
@The Anointed,
THE GIFT.
On a no named street of loneliness
Where the down and outs all sleep
Where the cities smog of smoke and fog
Through darkened alleys creep.

Huddled in a cardboard box
protected from the damp
Lay a gaunt grey headed dying man
Just another homeless tramp.

The Reaper glides through lonely streets
Of hopelessness and gloom
A compassionate and faceless one
Not the harbinger of doom.

He stops before the tortured soul
Who, with his dying breath
Sings thanks to God's dark angel
For the blessed gift of death. ........ The Anointed.
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