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SK Fisher Feb 2013
Schools out, Suns out
No shoes, no shirt
Shades on, music loud
Rollin in the Yeep, with my windows down
Burnin one, drinkin two
Bikini ridin shotgun,
With a few
More in the back
With my board
Headin for freedom
She just gave me the look, Oh lord
Like ice in the cooler
I play it cool
Wheres the next party?
The beach is a bust
She wants to be alone
I can see the lust
But it’s the first night of summer
Partyin til this vampire turns to dust
Dusk to dawn, woke up on the lawn
At least I still have that beautiful babe Summer
Cuz the bikini is gone
I am referring to girls as bikinis through out  the entire poem, even the end,
SK Fisher Oct 2012
This is not where I belong
In this bed lying next to her
I should be holding your hand
Through whatever may occur
I should've been with you, day and night
Should've held you by my side
But this world it is crazy, and this life a wild ride
So this may be thee... last time
That I sing to you in rhyme
This is not where I belong!
I don't know right, but this is wrong
I"ll wait for you if the line is long
And til then I"ll just keep singing this song
I stated this out as just a little free style song of sorts but decided i wanted to post it anyway. I'll probably gonna make a return trip t it and polish it up or add to it.
SK Fisher Jul 2012
I see light one way, darkness thee other
The storms rolling in, and there is cover for no other,
So I am left here alone, to conquer this feat
Holding a firm ground, but contemplate letting it take me
Give up on this storm of a life I live, Let the lightning be my last pain
One last cry of life, before my lungs flooded with rain
It would be so **** easy, to ride out with the storm
If I survive and land elsewhere, I could be reborn
A whole new person, a whole different place
Never mind this is foolish; this surely is death that I face
I’ll see you tomorrow, or maybe on the other side
Only this storm however, I fear may be my last ride
Part One
SK Fisher Apr 2012
(Read in your best British accent)

Well what can’t I say
Of the so called Baylo Brits
Their weird, crazy, and wild
Smoking herb, and jiggling ****

They giggle and laugh
Acting all so very pip
They’re ****** wankas they are
Especially Fritz and Kip

Not from England
Though they do have a friend named Jack
Witty as hell the blokes really be
Its just sanity they seem to lack

First Hannah said *******
She’s a lovely poppet of a girl
And all this first came about
As they passed around, a pearl
SK Fisher Apr 2012
I’m not truly concerned
With your thoughts of me
The hollow beliefs
As to whom you perceive I am
Your test are pointless
For your standards I will not pass
Only meeting my own expectations
At least those of doing better then my past
Yes surely its a reckless path
Who knows where the banishment may lay
Consequences are tomorrows problem
Carpe diem motherlovers, I’m here to seize the day!
So It has been a long tenure
By now I surely feel like hell
Just let me tell you this
People up at four, have a story to tell
SK Fisher Mar 2012
Why try? Why bother?
They never seem to understand
Yeah you play a instrument
For the marching band

That’s not quite badass
Not nearly edgy enough
Girls hate it when you lie
And love it when they bluff

Whatever they say
Always comes out right
Your words may be real
Still she takes them light

Is she what you seek?
Obtain her and be a winner
Take the easy way out my friend
Simply become a sinner

Its what she wants
Superficial securities
They’ll come crashing down
Replaced with apologies

Still his words are filled with hot air
Just replies to replace the blame
She’ll buy into more *******
Then things will stay the same

Maybe one day
You’ll get your chance
Keep your head up kid
Save the last dance

For eventually it’ll change
No lies never last
There’s a reason for you
Nice guys clean up the past
SK Fisher Feb 2012
Trouble, trouble, trouble
I think I"m seeing double
******, ******, ******
Better yet I"m seeing triple!

A shot , a joint,
Maybe a pill
Fill this body with toxins
Til I get my fill

No I don't know why
I just love being high
Maybe its my parents to blame
Or that lifes just to lame

You say I'm ****** up?
Yeah I know it
You say whats with my life
I just may blow it

That what you wanna hear isn't it?
That I am just another burnout
Oh ten years from now
You can already guess how my life turns out

Well go ahead, say it, see if I care
Let me have  it this time, feelings don't spare
I would love to know, what you have to say
Just remember who you are, behind closed doors
at the end of the day....
I have no clue what this was really about and i was just extremely bored to be honest.
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