We live in a small town,
You said you were happy and no longer down.
So why did you do it?
You didn't have to give up and quit.
You have so many ppl that love you,
Now we are going what you went through.
A terrible loss of someone you cared about,
Never thought you'd ever take that route.
We will miss you terribly,
Never thought that this would be.
Have fun tearing up those golden trails up there,
We know you'll be watchin over us from up there.
Rest in peace my dear friend Kyle,
We will see you after a little while.
You got the whole town cheering "pin it to win it #10!",
We all just wish we could see you again...
I notice you and all your insecurities you try to hide, how you hold your head up when the weight of the whole world is laying on top of it. you're strong, a masterpiece something crafted by god him self one the 7th day when he was supposed to rest. you're beautiful, and i see you. i want you, to want me. i wan't you to see me too, i want you to see all the good i can be when i can't see it my self, i want you to be my ancore, a hand to pull me out of these depths when i'm drowning in a dark endless abyss. i want us both to compliment each other, to make each other better people. that's what I've always wanted, some one to open up too, someone who isn't scared to be vulnerable, cause that's when you're the most beautiful. someone i can love fearlessly, and that would love me fearlessly. maybe i'm just a hopeless romantic.
The mysterious stranger
who thinks he is so sneaky
trying to blend in with the rest of them
But I see his eyes
they harbor a secret
to dark to be told
But that's what draws me near
Makes me want to know him
I'm not afraid of what his eyes say
His distance is intriguing
his failed attempts
to push me away
Only make me get closer
My caring scares him
I can see it in his eyes
I read life times
in those windows
I don't care
if I'm getting
way over my head
he's worth it
I can see it all ready
If I don't guard my heart
I will fall madly in love with him.
She came into the class
Scared and confused
Perhaps tired and sick
Of wearing her mask…
Disgusted, she said,
“A boy stuck his tongue out at me!”
I looked her over
And very care
-fully did I see
That her very tiny skirt
Rested way above her knee
Did this girl,
really, not know?
That her body will beckon? And she ain’t 12 no mo’!!
That she is—
No longer a girl
But woman of curves: a woman of nerve
Who must take on the world
And everything that it serves?
So for the rest of her life,
Wherever she goes
She will see the tongues of men
No matter what
She’ll be pinned up against
The urges they possess.
Through no fault of her own,
She’ll become an object
And she’ll cringe daily
At the ideas that
Can I have your attention please?
Imagine if Tupac wrote this I wonder if
we connected cause this was written on his birthday coincidentally.
I do this for the ones who died to bring about the change
it's hard to stop the crying when you're standing in the rain
Our politicians lying they're just on a campaign
I realize with three eyes on my astral plane
breaking down a swisher filling it with Mary Jane
So I won't go insane from this knowledge that I've gained
the consequence of speaking out a bullet in your brain
or a one way trip to Guantanamo Bay
Join Forces with the Killers Rest In Peace J.F.K
Man Lacking Knowledge of who killed M.L.K
Like a wolf in sheep's clothing they are not who they portray
as yall can tell I'm back with the word play I see
Brothers killing brothers over colors that they claim
While our sisters are exploited for a dollar and some change
their fathers either dead or locked up in the chain gang
cause they were labeled felons for trafficking cocaine
Mama drop out of school and entered the dope game
was known to pull tricks and do strange things for change
they wanna chill with the gang but when it's time to bang
you'll find out that some of these suckers just wanted to hang
but I broke out of that cage all you need is couRAGE
It's like we're trapped in a maze trying to savor our days
while we're wasting my nights we're slowly fading away
We all have a monster.
For some of us, it's our mother-in-law.
For others, it's the teacher in the back of the classroom, giving you the stink eye.
My monster is nothing like other monsters.
Completely covered in dull, pink scales.
It's not nearly as cute as it sounds.
It's nails are ten inches long.
They're painted, but all jagged and chipped.
She often drags them across the walls,
Making an awful screeching noise that pierces through my ears.
The eyes are blood shot,
And the irises are so blue that they're almost white.
The monster is a female.
She has no name,
For giving her a name would mean that she deserves to be treated as a respectable human.
My monster is degrading.
She often whispers heinous and disrespectful things in my ear.
"You're fat, ugly, and disgusting."
"All of your dumb questions are a reflection of your idiotic mind."
"You will be a virgin for the rest of your life."
"No man could ever love you."
"You've got shit for brains."
She makes me want to throw myself off of a bridge.
When I shower, I am afraid to close my eyes.
I fear that when I open them again, she will be right there.
My monster thrives on my pain and suffering.
I can only hope that an angel will come to save me.
An angel with kind eyes,
Smooth, glowing skin,
And a soft, strong voice.
Hopefully my angel will come to destroy my monster.
I can only pray that that day will come soon.
You’ve got the grin of a liar, and the frown of being caught.
I don’t trust you for a minute, you’re not the person I once loved.
And you’ve been damned with all your damning, at least inside my mind.
But inside my chest, a grave is being dug.
Rest in peace the girl who loved with open arms, scarless and white;
eager to please, without walls and without weeping.
I don’t know if you’re playing dead, or the coffin’s sealed and shut.
And if you’re being buried, I, too, will have a tomb; RIP the girl you once knew.
Were you always such a sinner, selfish and insatiable and scarring?
I believed you every second, every whisper in my ear.
Take a bow and pack your things, or somehow prove me wrong.
I used to think the world of you, and how beautiful a place was this world with you in it.
I’m running out of reasons and you’re running out of time.
If patience is a virtue, call me a sinner, too.
But now we’re both nearly six feet under and the stars are dimming.
The box of your beloved words to me is burning in my stomach and ringing in my ears;
you don’t care anymore, if you ever did.
On my heart you’ve left nothing but tea rings and bullet holes and burns and cracks.
But what hurts the most is not any of this, but that I still can’t regret a thing.
I remember every inch of you
and those memories come
back to haunt me now, while i
toss and turn, attempting
and semblance of rest.
but there is no escaping you.
you are so clear, so fresh
in my mind that, when
i close my eyes, i imagine
i can hear you breathing in
this bed next to me.
i feel the warmth of
your skin. i feel your
hands on my waist,
pulling me close while
your full lips press against
mine, my fingers in
the hair at the back
of your neck
I can see every tiny detail
of your face.
the mole near your lip,
the tiny scar on your
forehead, the skin tab
on your eyelid, the little
hairs on your chin and cheeks.
the softness of your skin
how it was perfect.
plush to the touch,
not skinny or hard
but not fat
the way your pubic hair would
have the most perfect tiny
curls, how it felt between
my fingers. Soft, unexpectedly
the hair on your legs made
you manly. your calves
so strong. Anyone could
see that those legs
were going to take you
How- when i would
straddle your stomach and
you would pull your arms
above your head,
valleys would form
valleys would form in your
armpits, where your glorious
scent was the one
smell that let me know
i was home.
You were my home.
Valleys would form, craters
would appear in your
collarbone, jutting out in
a way that i couldn't
your nipples, tiny
hills. you would always
you were so beautiful.
the toenails on your big toes
were broad and flat
hair growing on the
top of your foot
if only you were here
I would kiss every inch of you
until you truly understood
how much I miss you.
I miss you.
You and only you.
The embarrassing silence,
when the question was asked,
was a sign that all was not well.
All I asked was if we could try it,
I needed to ring my bell!
But the way that you lay there,
clenching your thighs,
pretending your mind was elsewhere.
Made it clear to my bell,
There was none to be had.
My ambitions were all shot to hell.
I want you to take a fresh look my dear.
Consider the medicinal need.
It’s no more than taking a tablet or two.
I have to deposit my seed.
Think through the options again my love.
Look at the problem once more.
Perhaps we could employ a suitable girl,
who fancies a suitable fee.
She could remove the burden from you
and give satisfaction to me.
So lets try to solve this difference of view.
Lets make a bedroom of peace.
I won’t ask if we can do it once more.
You don’t give me the tease.
Come to bed in less than your best.
Leave off the cream and the scent.
Give your soft silky nighties a rest.
Flatten your chest, behave like a gent.
I’ll come to bed handcuffed and gagged,
Having spent the evening in church.
I’ll blindfold my eyes and stuff up my ears
and be sure to be well out of reach.
I will lie on the bed as stiff as a board
Holding the book and the cross
Ready to reject the temptation of flesh
Accepting my feelings of loss.
I lay awake and worry
On things I cant control
How to change my future
Or put my past on hold
I try to think of something else
Close my eyes and clear my head
Erase my mind of worry
For the day I have ahead
Sleep will help me start out fresh
Awake with different views
If only I could finally rest
I could start my day renewed
So I lay there and I tell myself
That it's time for me to sleep
If only I could start to dream
I would get the rest I need
Carl Joseph Roberts