#powder
Have you Not ***** Me Enough
Who Made This World
I'm Going to Hunt You 2
**** You
Ask Adam and Arnold
Yall record me Before Touch Screen
You Touch Me
Everyone Going 2 Hell
I will Nuclear Bomb You
I'm King Earth
You Lied 2 Me
You Rob Me Of My Throne
You Used My 1000 Trillion Check
To Slave Everyone
You Based an Economy off My Birth
You Let People **** Me
You Made Profit
When I Go
Idgaf
**** All You
SOON AS I GET HOME
BETTER PRAY LIFE
HOMELESS TO ICY
Felon to King
Felon to President
Say Your Last Prayer
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 9:14 PM UTC
In through the nose
Straight to the brain
That chemical drip
I attempt to refrain
White of the snow
Sparkle of ice
Set it before me?
Doubt i’d think twice
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 3:35 AM UTC
Im building a plant
200 billion worth
Im building
A gun
An gun restore
Manufactory
Not like the ones now
Im talking no serial
Im buying all
New temu
Automatics
Nationwide
This includes
Camps
Barracks
Wharehouse
Underground bunkers
Underground facilities
If we spent 500 billion
Thats ok too
Im going to arm my civilians
****** gave everyone a gun
Me too 2024
Mash em down
As fast they respawn
They two isles on my nugget
The new amazon
Ammunition
Hurry buy 100
Not rounds
100 pounds
50 cal sounds 2 miles rooftop
On the pile
Look out
Look over
Top my city
Whats about to go down
More guns
More ammo
Americafied
Greatest Nation Alive
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
Take my hand and we’ll jump through the pastel chalk powder.
We can be a different creature.
Both of us can go and feel at home.
Not here.
This can be an ode to my friends and my closest family.
Because you are always so dear and understanding, especially now that we're here.
Finally.
Look now all around, it feels full of options but it still makes you nauseous, yes I know.
Take my hand and let me show you why I have to go through the pastel powder.
Let me be a different creature, I feel sick when I stick around.
Both of us can feel at home now when we jump right through the ground.
A chalk pavement painting.
Let's go right into the pavement painting.
Let me take you.
Pastel, not too bright but soft and light.
Comfortable.
This painting is an ode to my dear friends and closest family.
Because you're always so dear and some things you understand so well.
Come on let me take care of those wounds and soreness with a chalk powder.
A soft chalky powder smell.
And soft colours for strange creatures.
We can be.
A different kind of creature when we go through the chalk powder on the pavement.
Take my hand, we can be, we can be...
Soft.
Comfortable.
Happy.
Smooth.
Peaceful.
Loving.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
distant is the faerie light and bar music,
quiet is the soft thrumming of your heart
against my fingertips —
speaking a language of old dreams
and poignant powder scent
sweet is the viscaria tinted in innocent pink,
twirling in the cup of my palm, asking —
"would you dance with me?"
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
She is like...
A white lily
on a surface of
powder stone,
growing like a
golden limestone,
standing like a
statue of
of a beautiful
baby doll,
she is a light
that off my sight,
Having a smile
like sunny day,
She is a star 🌟
like beautiful
Twinkle star,
Her red labial
as a red rose
flower
from Longwood
garden,
her eye's beauty
is more than
beautiful eye
of mantis shrimp,
walking more
than a
Taylor Swift
on the ground
of fashion parade,
She breathes
sweetly,
talking nicely,
and
Lovely she is,
A beautiful
White Amina
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
I drag his
lungs
into a
loose blackness.
い い い い
They crumple
at the margins
as I bloat them
full of dust.
い い い い
I wash water on them
so that they
settle
like ink.
い い い い
His lungs can
breathe
on my paper,
unbroken.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Lines and lines, druggy times.
Bleeding nostrils and racing thoughts.
Fast heart beats and feeling distraught.
Alert and awake, thoughts are chasing me in a maze.
I've lost it, I'm back on the powder.
They call me Kat, because my spirit animal is one of a cat like creature, and my drug of choice.
Fierce, sneaky, stealthy, and mischievous.
Kat is my name, one of many different personalities.
Freaky is her demeanor.
Wired and full of energy, mind is coming down, muscle spasms are happening.
I need to sleep, 2 in the morning and I'm writing forbidden thoughts.
Dreams that are nightmares that aren't stopping, I have no hold.
Will it ever stop?
Control before it becomes an addiction.
Hold, or the demons will rain, toxic tears to my waking existence.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
Watching the sunrise as it inches up the horizon is like...
Waiting for the popcorn to pop
Watching your favorite movie with that special ending
Remembering your last great kiss and wanting it again
Gazing into your fire pit with nothing else on your mind
Seeing a close friend for the first time in years
Having the greatest news delivered to you
Opening your eyes on a hike to see the most amazing, new sights
Hitting a hole in one
Driving down a long boulevard and not hit one red light
The smoothest, glassest water, to water ski on
The freshest, dryest, deep, untracked powder to float in
*** The sunrise is all this and more!
Start you day with a
SUNRISE
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC
Rice gruel
did wet the
potato crisp.
Dried chili powder
was mixed with
flattened rice
powder to
bring tears in a
fancy dress competitive
child's eyes.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
She is destructive.
Her smoky tail curves and curls around you,
Whipping her deadly gases about.
She breathes out a swirling rainbow
That seems to drown out anything else.
Her breath fades into a deep blackness that consumes everything in sight.
The tar on her skin drips from her tear ducts
and falls upon the ground, sizzling and creating voids
On every inch of free space.
How ugly she is,
And yet she entices you.
How long have you been her entrapped prisoner?
How long have you been chasing after her?
Never love your captor,
Never chase the destruction.
Never say the fire warms you
When I can so clearly see the burns on your skin.
Never say the blade is dull
When you have blood dripping from your wounds.
Never tell me that White Demon has no grip on your forearm,
When I will watch you dragged through mud and blackness
At the cruelty of her hands,
Blindly and unknowing.
How long have you lusted for the White Demon?
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
You know, I never thought
That I would think
That I would just love
For my Mother
To pass me the powder,
Just for the sake of killing my
Fat numbers.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
A mouse is small
and a mouse is brown
but when one appears
big people scream loudly.
I wonder if the small, brown mouse
knows why there's so much noise.
Poor mouse is getting bullied!
Chased by giants!
Giants are slow, though.
Big and loud and slow, you know,
and too preoccupied with other things
to catch every quick little mouse.
I think the mouse will win this one.
But I heard they don't like chilli powder.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
A flash, a crack,
Twirling smoke
Sharp smell of powder
On the fume, slight choke
A flick, a twirl,
A clinking sound
Empty shells
Upon the ground
Don't even try
I'm locked and loaded
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Smell it I do, then thought of you
Presence comes, in wafts rose powder
Sweet dust, pinching, untainted, true
Nana's essence, remembrance undo
Faith's instinct couldn't seem louder
Than rose powder, temperance's you
Heightened fragrance, blooming sense
No excess, bought at dime store counter
Perhaps to ward off onion's offense
Her pierogies, life's past tense
Empyrean staircase, she, soul mounter
Origen in belief, source whence
Rose powder thence, spiritual encounter
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
Across the bed, she has lain,
Not breathing not in vain.
My mood is as stoic as her skin's hue.
It started early with how the day
Cut ***** windows with sunlit rays,
Was as southern as a slice of honeydew.
She was leaning by the gate,
Like Christina Applegate,
As willing as a pauper without a clue.
I never asked her name,
To me, they were all the same.
(Somehow, I think this one might stick with me.)
There is an absence in her eyes
I have loved since her demise.
She will stay this way in my memory.
I pour the powder on her pale,
****** belly, then toot, inhale.
Through my nose, I feed my mind.
Sticky dryness of my mouth;
It's time to leave the south,
Go somewhere no one can find.
I can still hear the sound
Of the drive by shooting down
On the street from around the block.
The room is a vestibule
To the starlit harlot's tomb.
When I'm done, I leave her on the cot.
As I move through the door,
And leave behind the *****
I muse, briefly, how I stay in the clear.
To all the good Catholic boys,
May you bang up lots of toys.
Have a ****** belly Christmas this year.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
I don't have any emotions anymore
Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m having a feeling
Or I am dreaming, while I am awake?
Some might think that my mind
is exploring my emotions
while looking for happiness,
So I decided to bake a melodrama cake
Nope! I meant mel-o-cream butter pound cake
The ingredient is my path to getting my feelings back
Egg, butter, flour, sugar, raisins,
baking powder and a little milk
I just want to transfer my feeling,
with some logical thinking..
Somewhere, deep within a non stanzaic,
and syllabic poem forms by the minute
It’s going to trend like this cake,
which is going to be bake with love
Poetry is everywhere,
creaming my butter and sugar is poetic
because butter and sugar never stick together. It also
reminds me of Nana’s golden brown patties, tasty and spicy
Adding the eggs, nutmeg, baking powder, brings out the
natural female traits in this Island girl,
without my empowering dreads
The raisins and the baking powder remind me of
The Rise of Radical African American Activism,
And all that rises, rise in due degree
so poetry is everywhere
it's in everything we say and do.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
You used to be so sociable and so cool,
No you just make me sit alone, stare and drool,
Paranoid, scared, every noise makes me turn,
And all of the while in my nose you just burn,
You are there like a shot when I'm weak,
Then in a few hours too para to speak,
I hate you so much and the things you make me do,
**** you ******* yeah you heard, **** YOU!
I want you to leave, no more lines in my life,
Want to be a good husband and Dad to kids and the wife,
You always spoke to the devil inside of me,
And stopped me being the best me
I can be,
Something has changed though and now I can see,
A life without ******* no more you and me,
No more sitting alone, racking and snorting,
Scared of noises, frightened of the phone ring,
Goodbye ******* you're devil's dandruff,
I hate you ******* enough is enough.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
how much can he take from me...
can he steal my heart?
can he rip apart every muscle in my brain?
drive me corrupt and insane?
bend my trust like a worn out key where a lock can't be unlocked like his heart which is unused, unseen?
in between lies a thin line of fantasy, and among it floods reality.
sometimes, it's almost bearable to keep going, a lot of times actually it's the thought of knowing that I can perhaps pass by my dreams once or twice a showing.
although times have changed quite rapidly, and there isn't a thing I can do, I know, I just would like the opportunity of another life time to shown you.
I can't foretell the future, but I can hope for the best as I lead you back to her, the girl you first fell for beneath the humid air and baby powder engraved earrings.
Olive skin, not a sin on our minds together, just pure laughter and mixed signals coaxed with smiles that eventually ended up thrown into the sorrowful bin of 'whatever'.
I can change, I am willing to for the love we once held, but if that means changing every ounce of my into a twisted image of fake mange, then you can take you love and go get rid of the swelled heart you claim to have.
(j.a.r.)
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
i changed from liquid to powder,
Now that you're gone?
powder was to much of a memory
Cheers.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Pain echoed
Drained my soul raw
Burrow deep
inside and crawl
Inferno drenched
Wretched smell
Into the cavern
Down the well
Covered in vane
Temptation is lust
***** little *****
No one trust
Misled youth
Grown up sour
Pass the liquor
One more hour
White powder line
Bills in a roll
Down toward the mirror
Snort up the nose
Damnation has followed
My every step
Meet my maker
I have never met
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Nothing in this world compares to the feeling
Of gliding through a Rocky Mountain snowy forest
Powder gliding under the skis, silently
And feeling like you're, for once, at peace
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC