#peep
prayed for peace but wasn’t specific
lingering around here until indifference
cannot cling, cannot cry
cannot blame anyone but I
checked my compass for navigation
the eruption happened without witness
cannot look, cannot peep
cannot blame anyone but me
the smoke, the dirt
the magic is my hurt
the clouds, the rain
nourish me until i break
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Let me breathe;🧘🏻♀️
with the breeze,
where sun is shining,
with a peep..🫣
It seems as carpet;
of some blooms, 🌸
that make a vibe;
full of gleams 🥰
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
Now you LAY YOURSELF down to SLEEP,
KNOWLEDGE is POWER these LYRICS are DEEP,
CLOSE YOUR EYES and COUNT THOSE SHEEP,
Don't make a SOUND, nor even a PEEP.
Close your eyes and GO TO BED,
Why you STILL UP???
"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID!!"
If YOU'RE having a RESTLESS NIGHT,
Why don't you just START TO WRITE.
If you had a REALLY ROUGH DAY,
I suggest that YOU SHOULD PRAY,
Consult the LORD, HE'LL SEE YOU THROUGH,
WEARY and TIRED and FEELING SO BLUE,
Get on up, and START TO WRITE,
LIFT YOUR SPIRITS and FEEL DELIGHT
OTHERS, can use some INSPIRING,
WELL, so can you,
MOST DEFINITELY!!!
Rhyming on time LIKE FLOATRY,
LAYING DOWN LINES, have NO WORRIES!!!
A POSTITIVE ASPECT, OH YES INDEED
These line WILL ENCOURAGE,
OH CAN'T YOU SEE!!!
Now, this is my
NIGHTTIME POETRY!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/11/2024
Sep 11, 2024
Sep 11, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
have you ever seen a Big Horn Sheep
they wander about with nary a peep
they climb on rocks like they're not even there
jump all around without any care
their beauty is amazing, their magnificence divine
just seeing one is lucky and that's by design
be careful and quiet when the chance comes your way
observing these animals will make for a great day...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 300
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
i almost had a midlife crisis and dyed my hair a soft baby pink
it woulda been pretty
pair it with a tattoo under my eye
a broken heart on one side
a sparkling star on the other
but then i thought to myself, it’s not exactly a midlife crisis if i’m only 16
more of a quarter life crisis
not nearly as dramatic
so i settled for painting my nails pink instead
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
It may be only
a little pearl.
But someone
reached out to it
peeping in the giant sea.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
After Danez Smith's Dinosaurs in the Hood
Let's make a movie called Lil Peep In Heaven
Transpotting meets 8 Mile meets six xanax bars
There should be a scene where Lil Peep climbs up a few flights of Stairs and makes it to the pearly gates, because there has to be pearly Gates
Don't let Bella Thorne star in this.
In her version she tongue-kisses Peep,
Chews scenery in platform boots and bright pink
Ripped jeans. **** that, Peep has a tattoo removed
By a saint, his laser is proof of all that is good
I want a scene where Peep throws his pill bottles
At Ganesha, a scene where Allah tells Peep he'll
Rot in his grave forever if he doesn't stop
His antics. Don't let GothBoiClique hold a
Funeral for Gustav. I don't want any of that
Sentimental **** about love and how life is too
Short. This movie is about a man/boytoy/ugly and dying thing,
Restarting his life with all the real-ass gods and patron saints and
Deities
Of every religion and every afterlife
I don't want some funny, dreadhead living in LA with a tattooed stick And poke commanding presence. This is not a vehicle for someone to Play Peep, this is a vehicle for Peep to play himself.]
I want his ******* white or not, praying. I want them far from their Knees.
I want Lil Peep to ride in a Benz truck down from the clouds, Screaming with spittle flying from his mouth the entire time.
I want Layla to post another video of Gustav slapping pans together Like a child. And I want Peep to see it all.
But this can't be a death movie. This can't be a death movie. This Movie can't be dismissed because it's too dark, or that a dead man is Playing the leading role. This movie can't be about crying, or cause people to cry. This movie can't be about a long history of emo coming To an end. This movie can't be about dying.
No one can say Peep is a pill-popping ******* who deserved his death Who wouldn't say it to his cadaver. No big pharmacy jokes in this movie. No bar, capsules or gels in the heroes, and Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies & Lil Peep never dies. Besides, the only reason I want to make this movie is for the first scene anyway; Lil Peep climbing up the cloudy stairs, his eyes dilated & empty
the heaven before him filled with congratulations
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
stay put, flippant cloud,
swaddle baby sun just born,
see, how he peeps down!
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
You think you know every little crack, every crevice in my soul; yet there is so much of my life’s book that you haven’t read. My hair is a carefully styled mess, strategically placed static, and my lips are what they are- lonely. Sometimes I think you wonder about who I am, my origins; I can’t say that I don’t either. How’d I end up as such as mistake? You love me for what you say are perfections, yet you see not the real me, you see the front I put up, my acting. How can one be addicted to a person who doesn’t even know themself? Yet loving you makes me want to learn.
We both **** the life, the very being from each other; yet it is still not enough. I want to hook myself to you like an IV, to pull the gold running through your veins into my conciousness and let it light me. If there was a way to evaporate your essence and save it in a bottle for later, I’d be the scientist who discovered the way to do it. The very scent of you carried on the air from yards away is enough to register me for a few centuries in an asylum. You say you barely wearr cologne, and I understand it. You wear yourself, a fragrance I wish I could rub all over myself every second of every day, every time I curl up in a ball on my bed after you drive home at night, wondering why it is you can’t just stay.
You belong to the road, you’ve sold your soul to the feeling of the wind in your hair. I can’t break your contract with independence, but I can tag along for the ride. Seeing you so happy, getting your racer’s tan, blaring the radio until the speakers want to scream. Why can’t I partake in your happiness? I wish there was a way for us to share the love for the world that you have; in its’ place in my mind is loathing. The only reason for living I have is you- and all I ask of you is to answer this one question; how have you fallen for this fallen angel, the outcast of society, the girl whom everyone forgot to remember and who you didn’t remember to forget?
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
*Dearest:
If I could touch you just once, then I'd be whole, I swear.
Sitting here letting youtube shuffle like the muddled thoughts within my mind, you're all that won't dissipate into thin air.
All Time Low, then church tomorrow morning, why won't you leave?
Are you lonely?
Do you need someplace to stay for a while?
Well, my arms and ears are open. Stay here a while.
Rest.
Everyone says "shes an invalid" and "she needs help", but I know it's not true.
Because if she feels half what I feel, all she needs is me.
And I need her more than the breaths I take, the words I write, and the ideas I spout.
One day, we'll be together again, angel, angel, angel. My angel.
My one and only angel.
And I can't wait for the day I can roll over in this same bed where we kissed and see your sleeping eyelashes fluttering admist your sleeping sighs.
I won't be doing much sleeping.
I promise.*
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
The stark realization that you're not here but rather, you were here in this bed, in these sheets, these arms....it hits me like a wave of lightning.
Tears turn to snow, fears turn to a numbing glow, and I miss you... Yet I know the rising operatic voices of the symphony of hope that plays in the background of my life's video game will rise higher than the brightest sunset and deepest tidal wave...because ironically, you miss me too. Through all my faults and accidentally elbowing you in the stomach and growling at you just because I know you hate it....you still miss me. How, I don't quite understand, and no matter how many times you try to show me, I'll still never get it, I'll just be mesmerized by the rave lights dancing in your eyes pulsing to the beat of my jack rabbit heart. Why can't we slow? Why can't we insist this isn't real, that we are going to wake up, why can't we agree to pinch each other to prove that reality is indeed upon us, that awakening to smell the roses is better than dreaming about them? Yet I find myself amidst the ardour of their smell and realize it is in fact an olfactory experience, and not a shift of the bored, school-ridden mind. Yes, you are real, far away- 1700 miles, in fact- but you are real; my fingers could touch a screen against your digitized fingerprints and somewhere, some way, you'd feel something pressing back gently as the dew. Because I'm here. And I love you.
And I don't want us to end. Ever.
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Darling?
Darling?
Darling?
I love you, I swear it.
I'm not upset, I swear it.
I'm safe, I swear it.
I'm better- can you believe that?
We say I love you over the phone in an echoing tone
Over and over and over again.
It is only now that I realize it's for each and every day we cannot talk, so that not a day goes by without being filled with one. And I smile at this realization.
And I hope you do too. You're beautiful with a smile and without.
But seeing that smile gives me so much hope, angel.
And I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
I love the feel of teeth
and how they were used
when you punctured my skin
and let out the blood beneath.
{Oh, I love your teeth}
when we used the air between our cheeks
to push it out under tongues
before we fell asleep.
And I love the stains across those cheeks.
The streams sting after they settle.
After it spills on our bed sheets.
But these day were made to suffer
and I'm the one to blame
because if I'm suffering alone
| it will keep you sane. |
| And you'll never stay the same. |
| and I'll dampen all your pain. |
so that in case you're coming down
I'll fall in your place.
Because there's absolutely nowhere for me to go
absolutely nowhere but into your dreams
into your head where I pray you still keep me.
But I am the martyr
and I'm not done bleeding
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
A solid ships mast
Washed upon the shore
Screams of an injustice
And a half upon the floor
The lives of the forgotten
Swallowed whole by their love
Down deep into the belly
Never 'gain to look above
But regret be there not
When her mouth is open wide
For death be a meager price
To catch a glimpse of her peaceful tide
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
I stayed to show you the stars
But as it turns out, you fell asleep
I shouted and I screamed
But my cries wouldn't wake your breath
Oh, I curse your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
So I split the earthly seams
To lay you beneath her sheets
But your hands, they wouldn't let me go
And my heart was tucked in with yours
Oh, I miss your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
How the flower's songs glide
gently upon the breeze!
And your hues grow vibrantly
throughout all my days!
Oh, I love your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
Simply smiling
Lenses glazed
Words are running
Drums to the brim
Do I hear it?
Sons and daughters
Parties, flowers
This or that
Something, something, yada...
Maybe not.
Feet untethered
Yoke unbound
Sailing starward
Glimpsing upon fey
I don't care to hear it.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
What goes on behind these curtains?
glitzy rags
golden beams
mass excess
An elegant array of humanoid copies,
simple smiles
knotted shoes
plastered hair
Supporting cordial conversations.
hollow words
posturing
righteousness
My what chained dogs they are!
Your masters
the upper
echelon
Pity the prisoners of preconceived morality.
what a shame
empty minds
perfect squares
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
You have softer hands than I,
An amusing touch.
And your voice reverberates in
my head like a bell.
I wait for every word,
already knowing whats to come.
You ghosts upon my shoulders,
I've never broken our grasp.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
Fumbling through his pockets
Sore fingers grasping wildly
He procures his kerchief
Dabs the edges, pats them dry
And the wind blows softly
Ruffles her strong hair
Tossed waves of auburn
Gentle to see
Sun-lit skin, gilded bold
Broken never, smoothness
Fashioned hands, slender fingers
Burgundy eyes, deep and deeper
And the old form sat ragged
Tears spilling onto yellowed photos
"I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon,
My young, young love."
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
Artists we
do knit and twine
our heartstrings into words,
Plucking chords
to ***** the skin
so we bleed upon the page,
Hardly cope
but only feel
the sorrow paramount,
I reason none
but just to paint
with songs of flying birds.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC