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Zach Spud Carter Apr 2013
And can you believe,
The horrible glee
With which his lips licked.
Dreaming-- carcass picked,

Reveling wholly.
Dismissing Holy
Enlightened beings,
Sinking in Needing.

Black black smack, alack!
I'm a crack-gack hack!
Or, mayhaps, I'm not?
Or, perhaps, just caught,

In nauseous verde waves
Of fanciful raves--
Rants all entertained--
I say makes me drained.

Baudelaire's half-baked,
Chatterton-- cracked
Morally, sorely
Standing half-poorly

But standing up still,
Avoiding the thrill
Of desert mirage,
It's poison barrage!
Jay Jimenez  Nov 2010
tribez
Jay Jimenez Nov 2010
the crew was a mix of different races
sent the other tribes to the races
off they go
Click Clack pulled back my gack
one shot two
caught one soldier right in the back
my dub warrior had that optimus gryme rockin in the back
and my hat was pointed to the sky
I watched the shot fly
thought I was sly
but soon a cherri was in my eye
told my lead to push down the floor
back went our headz
drivin fast
told my tribe to ditch in 3 2 1
squeek
clip clap sound of my airs with the busted soles
the chase began
Copyright JaMRock
Zachary J Morsette  May 2015
Dope
I met a guy named Jack,
Who asked if anyone wanted gack.
When I said right here my name is Zach,
He sold me a big ol sack.
I smoked and smoked that crystal twack.
I smoked and smoked and got all whack.
When the bub was out I grabbed more to pack.
And when that ran out I went back to Jack.
But the smoke this time wasn't white but black.
I said ******* this junks a hack.
Asked where he gets off selling bunk *** smack.
I kicked his *** and took my money back.
Stole the keys to his wife's Cadillac.
Again. I don't write poems to make problems not look like problems. I don't want to brag or make light of a true problem. I simply find my addiction easier to cope with if I make it halirous. Seriously though kids. There's nothing funny about methamphetamine. Say nope to dope.
© Zachary Joseph Morsette 2015