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 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Kyle Dickey
The world is full of anger and evil and lies and pain and death; you can't hide from it you can only face it and decide what you will become.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Dean Eastmond
Stars pulled from their suspends,
I watched the night bleed onto me.

The moon is just as dangerous to your
naked body,
as it still is to my naked heart;
a misfit artist perched softly in starlight,
reeling in hearts with faulty chambers.

Two aortas and the taste of your neck.

Two empty bottles of red wine
and the dark smothering something
I was never taught could shine.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
there is always a cause for wantin a life nice and honest

maybe to make someone proud maybe to keep a promise.

maybe you don't like waste, like keeping your keys in

your cars ignition. we all have our reasons

mine started when i was 13 years of age

just an unmotivated teen going through fits of rage

my dad picked me up after a day of practice

and gave me news that stung more than hugging a cactus

my uncle larry died. i was filled with non belief

and i looked at my dad inviting any kind of relief

but the depressions got it and i need the stength to tell them

to leave cause they are bad guest and over stay their welcome

so months after, while i was contemplating

why the good die young, if this was God just hating

and making my life **** that's when i had my epiphany

i was stuck looking one way, i had to shift and see

that mouring his death wouldn't be allowed with

him. he'd say i was wasting the mind i was endowed with

so i got rid of my morbid fascination

and said no more truency ,disrespect or procrastination

i promised to walk the path my uncle paved

in the hopes he will be proud from beyond the grave.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
she came from a broken home, wasn't to ambitious
and the fact she was loose was surreptitious
she did this to make up for what her childhood lacked
so she picked dudes up and droped them quick like jacks
so it wasn't surprising that after a while
her abdomen became an embryo's domicile
she didn't want it but her parents weren't pro-choice
she might as well have had strep throat, had no vocie
her days were then filled with insults down right explict
all this for just one unsurpervised visit
after nine months of the tribulations of misogyny
it was time to bring forth her progeny
after a few ardous hours she gave birth
to a girl which suprisingly filled her with mirth
she  relized she had something to live for
and she promised to give her
everything she need and to not let anything encumber
her daughter's success as she watched her slumber
she named her rose because she if it took till the world's doom
she would nuture this child untill she finally blooms
i know the lines are a bit to long in this song and it would be very helpful if someone would help me truncate them. thanks!
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
yesterday i was wondering where the sun went…
then it dawned on me.
i am sorry i love this joke.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
my poems aren't a pastime
they're a way to state
my emotions, and past crimes
and ally my boiling hate

my emotion can't be bottled
i'd be stared at like a big ***
so i decided to be a model
to those who renege fast

i want people to learn from my transgressions
or at least have a sense of pride
be a symbol of progression
and if not i can still say i tried.

my poems aspire to be a cashier and make change
and to mold meek, mindless minds
so nothing will be out of their range
so just know my poetry is of this kind
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
he was a gangster in every meaning of the word
with a crew so malicious you'd think they were disturbed
they all went by dont make a thot a wife
cuase they all wanted that mario **** life.
moving bricks just to get paid
stomping anyone that gets in their way
getting some shrooms every ones in a while
and trying to get tail though luck or guile
one day, after what started as lewd innuendo
this girl put an end to his life like nintendo
an indian goddess man! she was divine
like a happy troller not a thing out of line
she was a kind engaging intellectual
but she wasn't looking for anything ******
she didn't want a bad ***
she was a girl who cared for social status
now he was no stranger to rejection
but this talk cut him off from multible babes like a c-section

she was different it felt like she was giving him a chance or

to his conundrum of a life she was the answer.
he was adam she was the forbbidan fruit
and he can't go back to the garden with a suit
but he didn't care so heworked like crazy
just to impress this amazing lady
not my best works but i hope some can relate
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
we must have different definitions of faith,

cause your demonstration has left me a wraith

wanting woes whaling in your

soul. so why must i incurr

these laments- no you don't understand!

this whole time you had my heart in your hand.

for which you were to protect and provide,

but like a toy boomerang you threw me aside.

untill u finish with your ken doll and want me to return,

but not this time! now it is my turn!

but i aint playing, i am throwing out the trash.

and don't you dare expect me to come back!

them over me? what were you bored?

of all the years i chored? you know? Now i abhor

the memories of taking you places, all the kind fallacies

that i had to say cause you can't deal with reality.

you have no decency. you've cause me so much pain.

our relationship is a bike but you leave it in the rain.

then you try to ride it, with the gears full of rust

i guess trust is a word imma have to spell without "us".
repost if someone violated your trt
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
If
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Spencer Craig
If
Whenever I write about love it is in the conditional tense: "if"
"I think" "we would" "we could". it is all pensive.
I am not even in the friend zone, i am in a friend ditch
and i am scared she'll refuse me rope if i present this.
i can write beautiful poems and i can pen rich
Thoughts on paper, but if thats all i do, then this
is all futile like me playing Serena in tennis.
i can pay every single type of penance
but if all I am doing is being apprehensive
then does it even matter if she kens this?
I was about to write a love poem and then i was like wait you don't have any experience with real love silly. So i made one about how i don't know about it and how me writing about it is in vain... idk why i gave you the back story i sometimes don't know what to put here... k bye!
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