"addy" poems
Oh Muse! endow my verses like the
grease
which in a pliable state, straightens
the choppy motion.
Dear Apollo! enlighten my words like
the hell fire
that light gives, yet a sharp gaze
broils the eggs*.
Oh wretched Hydes! weep but one
more time for me
for the constellation bears rain no
more.
Oh Jove! rain the one pacific upon me
for I will to drown myself today.
Ah flora! the color of spring has
blanched away
for the pompoms bloom ashen
Lovely Aurora! why you withhold
yourself from me?
She's glum with me, why trying you
too be?
Eye some Aphrodite! take care of and
preserve the winsomeness.
for the lass** knows no value, it has to
me...
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
(an acrostic of 10W X 5 lines)
D-addy, like an idol, rarely closes his eyes...he is
A-lways patient...eagerly hears us...though tired from work, he
D-elights in our silly, lively, sometimes significant, or even stalemated
D-iscussions...he even joins in, and contributes to our childish
Y-abber........he's our idol...our friend...he is our DADDY!
Sally
Copyright June 20, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
I adore the phrase,
"You're going places"
Yes, I am
Later I'm going to the supermarket
Because I'm running low on avocados
And after that
I might stop by Addy's house
To pick up my blue button down
Maybe I'll go to Turkey, Bali, Istanbul
Hit every gritty, run-down pub I find
You know, I'd love to go to Ireland someday
There are a few places, however,
I would like to avoid, as would anyone
Jail, divorce court, Wal-Mart on Boxing Day
Just to name a few
But I'm going places, yes I am
Who knows where, who knows when
One thing I'm certain is
Some day I'll go some place
And I'm never coming back
So between now and then
I'm going places
Anytime I can
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
You took a trip with Lucy,
to leave a world of pain.
She showed you a kaleidoscope of colors, but just left you feeling insane.
And then you danced with Molly, under the flashing lights, but all that did was make you sleep with a different girl that night.
This girl was named Addy, you thought you'd finally found the one. She made you feel so motivated, like you could get anything done. Then she left your heart racing, and made sure you couldn't eat. After 3 days you finally left her, because she'd never let you sleep.
You met a girl so opposite, she went by Mary Jane, with her you felt so at ease, she took away the pain. But your mother didn't like her, and neither did your dad. After awhile you realized that she didn't make you feel any less sad.
So you run back to the other girls,
although they never left.
They aren't too hard to find
when they're always sleeping with your friends.
Just one call and the girls will be back into your bed.
They're hard to get rid of once you let them in your head.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
*Departed from our earthly lives*
*At peace in heaven*
*Days are not the same without you*
*Daddy dearest*
*You are loved and missed*
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
It was that addy addy addy
It makes me batty
It's Caddyshack, with Bill Murry
I'm chasing furry little critters
Staying bitter, never quitter
Mind racing, always pacing
Rolling face, but never basic.
These intricate weaves of grammar are flowing,
Blowing brains and making waves
I've the kind of mind that will shatter your day
I'm wrought with pain, bought by shame
And I'm filled with disdain for the world around
I'm lost in leather bound forests
My head's porous like a sponge
It plunges to the depths of the alphabets in search of words that Shakespeare hasn't used, yet.
I'm lurching forward, never steady
Erratic, spasmodic, asthmatic mind at the ready
I'm too blunted, so I'm getting kinda heady
Skull's growing from the biddies trying to bed me
Swollen ego's popped by those that are not
I was stopped cold on the spot
By a raven haired mistress.
She left me witless to witness me with my **** left in my hand
Shattered plans pass by the window
Rolled low to keep the air flow going through my matter hair and bleary eyes
Red from the time I cried over her
Bloodshot from the *** that I burn
I was spurned by love, but learned no lesson
I tried to lessen the hurt, ended up losing my shirt
But I landed on my feet.
My heart was beat
But I was still wielding a sharp tongue to love from, and a dull knife
That's the story of my life...
You know she said she'd be my wife?
But the price was too high...
So she said goodbye and my eyes no longer picked up color
My world just seemed duller
My heart, he wanted to tell her
That he couldn't keep rhythm without her's beating with him, but...
My brain and my pride stopped my heart from getting to my tongue.
We had to be done.
We were far too young and uncertain to close that curtain
But that did not stop me from letting the hurt in
Telling her that we were too broken to keep stoking our fire
Burned me inside as I fought my desire to cry on her shoulder and breath her in...
But we wouldn't win.
We were too broken to mend
And we couldn't begin again without first changing ourselves
Without living outside of ourselves...
So, again, it's this addy, addy, addy, man
It always takes me for a ride.
Yeah, it helps me concentrate better,
But I can't always choose on what, or for why.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
Addy sits by the window
Stares at her food
It’s partially covered
In aluminum foil
She picks
Without motion
Tastes not
A bite
It's curdled and bland
Like the weather outside.
The taut dewy pink
Of a once rosy blush
Is withered and wane
With a waxed fellow flush
She is crippled with pain
From her arthritic joints
So its hard
To get out
From her small
Unkempt house.
She sits by the window
And life passes by
The seasons go quickly
The holidays fly
And cards come
From schools
Penned by kids
She don't know
She don't want to be rude
But they don't help at all.
She thinks of her son
Who lives overseas
He’s too busy
To visit
But he’ll call
When he’s free
And his voice - like a square
Off a chocolate blade
He lets her down sweet
But it cuts just the same.
There's a plum in her throat
So it’s hard to get sleep
So she rubs her
Prayer beads
And tries to
Find peace.
But Jesus can't hear her
*Or else he’d be bleeding
From all of the hurt that this life
Has her feeling.*
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
When Im on the little blue,
Its stupid to get close with you,
All I want
Is something new.
It's the prescribed predestined paranoia pill.
"I can't focus"
"here take your fill"
Addictions just another refill.
The truck driver focus
In my tricycle body
Is just a big greased blue shelled scam
And we call it 60 miligrams
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Michael hates Miranda and so does Jake
Diana moved away to a house with a gate
Skylar's boyfriend isn't new anymore
Poppin pills made my mind feel sore
Bradley and Calli haven't talked in months
She's still in love with M and it really ******* *****
Tomorrow is Monday but I don't have school
Rielly and Lilli are idiots, I'm tellin you
I traded all that addy for a pipe and some grass
Now in my eyes you'll see a girl so jaded and crass
Don't give a **** cause they'll never catch me
Don't be a *****
Come and party with me
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
At first lost then Holy bliss
I turned inward because of outer loss I began a gown it was made from sorrows thread the eyes and
Heart led my hands and fingers dark were the colors that flowed off of my lap down to the floor
Sadness held me in a pall although wistful thoughts slipped in they teased and at those times the fabric
Glowed with richness they rolled back up my arms across my hurting chest into my mind they broke
Like the every promised morning after darkness will be the dawn that you just wrote about what a
Blessed creature we are to have such treasured ones as our very own then it seems they leave us alone
What error they go to be one with he who is all I guess sorrow is the great guide but we are misled by its
Purpose it doesn’t lead on down a path of hard ship but by the ever living stream where vibrant life is
On display natural life with so many limitations see them now add all the times they were striking times
They stood so tall and poised there soul was electrifying now multiply those and other sweet times and
You’re getting close to their immortal wonder you have to feel its tender wafting passing across your yard
Through the door right into your heart it sweeps yes it distills those heavy laden tears for beads on the
Gown you are creating how fitting and joyous its end will be different than its beginning now rich
And thick with meaning put It with your other gowns and it will out shine them all bless you today Addy
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
I can still taste
oranges on my tongue,
tropicana from tampa,
extra extra pulp in my mouth.
The orange groves are
dying, frost encroaching, and I
can do little; I'm at the
supermarket searching for
coconut oil and lavishing
honey straight from the bottle
onto my tongue; empty
bears litter the linoleum and
the taste of your ***** still
evades my fractitious memory.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I am speaking to my future me.
You love your wife, Adyson.
I know when the demons come back with more force than the last time, this thought enters your mind:
"Divorce your wife, this is unhealthy."
The truth is, you're unhealthy. I know it's raw, but it's the truth. You are too consumed with yourself to even know the difference.
You see, at this close of 2017 you looked to your right and told her:
"I am happy."
See, you're happy because she's the only one you have that truly understands you. How do I know?
Take a good guess, I know you can do it.
I'm guessing there's a good chance that she's feeling exactly the same way, or worse.
You're taking a trip right now. You're stable tonight. Addy is stable tonight. You're driving to Keith's (or writing here on these pages mucking up your handwriting...) to be with your family and friends. Good friends. Going to get ********* and hoping to black out.
And you're blessed to have your soulmatage right next to you, smoking chillum **** and "Natural" American Spirit cigarettes, and sipping on Mtn Dew. It's 2:17am, and you're about to ride the Music Express because it is picking up speed. No sleep for you tonight.
Your mind is not clear. Next time you think to divorce your wife, hold onto that thought, because by doing so, you're giving yourself time. Time is key.
If you feel that you should divorce your wife when you're well enough to have a clear perspective, then maybe you should consider it.
Depression and mixed states will lie to you, insidiously, and without mercy. No mercy.
I'm willing to bet at this point, however, that when your demon is back to sleep, if only for a minute, you'll only have to look to your left while in bed in order to cultivate your prior burning love for her.
For she loves you and you love her ... to death, even beyond your current living death. Rest assured, my good man, that it will end. Just give it time.
Take a break. Go to sleep. Turn off your life for a moment, it'll help. The decision to take your pills is up to you, but consider taking them, too. They will probably help.
Don't forget to hug your wife though.
Good night.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
Here's the thing about destroying you life
Taking it apart one seem at a time
It seems like a great idea to just unravel and be free
Until the day repair becomes an option
But you've gone far into this rabbit hole
Taking everything from Xanax to addy, to oxy
You want your last days to be free and amazing
And then I met her
She told me she loved me for me
And my past
She said there wasnt a single thing she would change about me
Because what makes me happy is a apart of her happiness now
And broke me, and almost killed me
brought me to her
She patched me up and showed me life is adventure
Rocky a times with a couple turns
But for every dark hole there will be a warm beautiful beach
And to have that responds after years of self doubt and hate
Of years of mental abuse
And choosing to slowly poison my body until I couldn't feel
I felt
And I wanted to feel again
For the first time in my life I'm ready for the next day, and the next
And all of the days I get to spend with her
You'll never know what kind of state you found me in
I'm beyond glad we have each other now
Loving you has allowed me to have another chance at life
And I can't wait to spend every second of it with you my dear
I love you
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
lost my **** last night. keys, wallet, id. i have a theory that this is the universe in which i take every wrong turn. i walked down high street until i hit a dead end and kept walking. with all this midwest in my mouth i’m lucky i made it this far, but i don’t feel lucky. my friends keep bragging about how dumb they were to end up here. they almost make me miss hating myself for not breaking 2000 on the sat. really, i miss addy. i went back to the white boy, but it isn’t the same. i left that version of myself in michigan. leaving myself was the first wrong turn, but when i tried to make a u-ey i spun out and ended up here.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Doctors said,
"Kid, you've got problems.
Not to worry,
We can solve them.
Take this pill twice,
Every morning.
Here's two more for
When you crash. "
I was stupid,
What did I know?
Fresh in high school
Fourteen years old.
Life just seemed to
Pass me by,
Then I took one
And got high.
Freshman year,
In ROTC,
So on point, no one
Could beat me.
Then one day,
They caught my eye;
"You should probably
Meet this guy. "
Fifteen kids stuffed
In a closet,
Huddled around our
Technical sergeant,
In his hands,
Like shining diamonds,
"I've got stuff that you
Should try, man. "
Lortab, norco,
I'd heard stories.
Ritalin just didn't
Do much for me.
Tylenol 4 and xanax bars
Made me picture
Crashing cars.
Everyone knew that
I had Addy, I drank beer,
And I smoked fatties.
They said,
"What do you want for go-pills?"
I said,
"I'll take ALL of THOSE pills. "
From that day,
My life was over.
Never again would I
Be sober.
Still I pulled through,
In the end,
With some help from
My 'new friends. '
Let's fast forward,
On to college,
Rich kids with their
Parents' wallets.
Track me down with
Midterm chills,
"Hey man, can I maybe
Score some pills? "
Hydrocodone, my
Best friend,
Stays with me until
The end.
Empty bliss that's
Like no other,
Gifted by my
Lovely mother.
Every month, I'd
Throw a party,
Young and stupid,
All invited.
Smoke some ****
And drink and chill,
Waiting for those
Luscious pills.
Talking smack and
Starting drama, waiting
Till we hear my mama,
Twist the **** and
Step inside,
Bongs and blunts were quick
To hide.
I said, "chill, guys,
She's not stupid.
My mom's cool with how
I do ****
Sure she likes to take my pills,
Still, she's brought me
All my thrills. "
"Twenty norco, fifteen xanax,
Pill for pill,
Understand that? "
Then she sat,
And smoked our joints,
"Oh my adorable
****** boys! "
Travis said,
"Dude, that's your MOM? "
I said, "why, man?
Is there a problem? "
He said, "nah, but ****
She's cool! "
I said,
"Only since I've been in school. "
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Man oh Man
We’ve had a great run
Glad none of us ended up with a son
We started off confused and dumb
Drunk listening to that big *** bass drum
Not knowing where to get the ***** or bud
Drinking some ****** alcoholic mud
We’ve had plenty of laughs
I could show you the numbers on the graphs
A few weird roommates along the way
But still not hoping for May
Finals ****** even with the addy
Us all guys hoping the girls call us daddy
Graduation came really really fast
I couldn’t have got better friends if I asked
Now it’s not time to say goodbye
Hold your tears don’t cry
It’s just a see ya later
When we’re all greater
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
First one I let in, taught me to love and lose
Bleed and bruise
Recover from the worst injuries
Last time I let her in
The second one was gentle and thin
Shallow though she was, it felt like a win
Gracious was her beauty, little was her mind
After all she only wanted to fill the void in
Third girl called me Addy, too
Loved to hold my gaze and touch our lips
Never would have lost her if not for the waves
Still reminisce our perfect days
Fourth knew me better than I did
Called me out when I thought within my emotions hid
Took me to a better place,
Led me to be a better man
The Fifth had mastered the arts
Was able to sing and write, she captured all men's hearts
Took a while to realize I wanted her too
Now we write together, in Love for good
Or maybe not, as is the nature of this life
One moment, happy
The next, the loss of your future wife
Clean your tears, wash your cheeks,
Welcome to the world of any other week
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
**My back is straight
when the marked test lands in front of me;
I got an A.
-obviously-**
*Addy always gets an A
She’s so perfect.
How does she do it?*
I’ll answer that question.
She eats the words
‘you’re so ****
every morning, just before running to school.
Then, at dinner
She is rewarded
with a bruise.
One for every day of the week.
**My face is perfectly straight
When the marked test lands in front of me.
One mark off.
-I got a Well done-**
*She basically does everything right.
I bet her family is real proud.
She must get some real respect.*
Yeah, real proud.
Which was why,
Her parents had an argument.
Her mum had chosen the tuition.
So her dad screamed did his voice was bare.
That it was mum’s and Addy’s fault she ‘failed’ that test.
It was their fault that they didn’t care
So if I was to teach a lesson
I beg for you to not compare
The perfectionism of a girl so bright
You don’t know what happens to her; you don’t know what happens out there
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
I bet you didn't know
That somewhere
In the deep archives of my iTunes
Is a playlist
Just for you
Entitled:
FH
.
.
.
Forget him
it didn't help
I thought of you every time I listened to it
so maybe thats why it's still on my phone
Addy told me it was a good idea
but as far as I knew
There was nothing to forget
I didn't need to forget the late night conversations
or the hallway attention
or how
suddenly
people in the school knew who I was
You were my best friend
and I guess
to me
That means a knife in the back is okay
so i won't forget you
but I will keep that playlist
Just in case
I need to remember you
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
I might be crazy
a little too obsessive
contradictory, and impulsive
but I don't know what to do
I kind of lost you
I'm ******* crazy because I'm still hung up on you
and I don't even know If I did lose you
this isn't really a poem kinda just some scattered thoughts
I doubt you think of me this much
I don't think I cross your mind
the way that you're ******* stuck in mine.
It will probably make you mad
actually, more sad
me in someone elses arms
me with other guys
how else should I fill the gaps?
how else could I distract myself?
I ******* miss my best friend
I need a friend
you broke my heart
that's a lie,
that ones on me, ana and addy
maybe that's what drove you away.
my love affair
and you know what, that's k
because I cant put you through that.
this isn't even a poem
kinda just had to get it all out
secrets just drive me insane.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Hes pounding back those Oxys.
Dandelion petals they’re toxic.
Bite down hard on that barbed wire.
So that inside you can feel the fire.
They say don’t take candy from strangers
But it’s Halloween
and I wanna change her.
Candy canes In your stocking
Causing nausea since 1990.
Poppy petals in your hair
Tell me where we landed from there.
Black beauty just busted the door
Her name is Addy.
and she’s taking the floor.
Hey we’ve landed on cloud nine.
Time to see that vanilla sky.
Brought back a couple of moon rocks.
I swear I saw a tic tok clock.
My favorite kind are Kit Kats.
Can’t deny that relapse.
Please get your facts.
No one here stays in tact.
My best friend is Cheshire Cat.
Don’t worry
we’re all mad at that.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Out of bed sweating with
Bottle of wine nightmares
Evil thought process
I am the demon
It is my fault
Twitching sick all hell's fury
Come for thee
Come for me
Soul sick laughing
I know what's next
Eat me or laugh
Pep pill peppermint paddy
Addy scrip quit
Or some quip
O we all struggle with focus i ***** blood
On liar face
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Sorry for the delay. I was busy.
I'm still alone. U?
**********************************
zealotry yawping within un
pretentious sporty, quirky,
oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy,
edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs
to disseminate, a quick
literary flourishing brushstroke
no on nest to dog lie 'n, tie gears
(tigers) boot this chap bears,
who copped, dropped,
plopped out of college devoid of any careers,
and wandered the globe after
searching classifieds for reign leaderless deers,
this buck rogers wannabe could be doe ting,
and assist sleigh get off the ground
on account of his Dumbo ears,
despite abomination, hesitation, and trepidation
to push comfort zone and exposure therapy skyward
in order to over nervousness about being in high places
plus countless other fears,
and an extreme intervention measure considered,
would be brain transplanat with that of another,
whose mental cogs and gears
and a canine like audibility acute as a hares
means to sprint at light speed if senses
being caught in the cross hairs of a gun barrel,
whose fate doomed demise almost insnares,
yet PETA type person would loathe any jeers
if any animal alluded to characterized
heading toward harm
and in reality, this heir,
who favors knitwears
with pink frilly (“I HATE BOYS”) *******
would put his measly life on the line,
cuz aye believe every creature own right to live,
whether they dwell in **** trees or underground lairs,
oh..., or kept in stable condition
of ca horse hi mean mares,
a barn strewn with hay during the day
to fend off pitch black ominous sounds
Equus ferus caballus (Hardy
as a mountain Laurel),
but quite susceptible to nightmares
thus some veteranarians strongly suggest
cloth eye elastic lined ocular shades,
but please make sure Mister Ed,
or his ilk doth newt overhears.
------------------------------------
addy ewe - matthew scott harris
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
one tubby tubby tubby, two tubby tubby tubby, 3 tubby tubby tubby, 4!!! shes fattest of all-watch how zack shake the earth an watch her fall because thats how i ball......
shes phsyco, dillusional, depressed eater- non veggie meat feaster.. she said she got no std but believe me noone in the world not even with a 10 foot pole an ****** on it would hit it.......
zack legendary she isnt... zack got the skills more precise then a surgeon her fingers to fatt thats faxx...... zack makes boss moves she looks like a fat case who do voodoo-broke *** burger king manager, wearing hoodies in summer... better for me cover that skin-muffin top, fatty when you eat its a sin.... go do lethe to make ends... we dont need you we wont feed you **** apartment dweller boutta call wendys an get you fired!!!
POST MY ADDRESS AGAIN SEE WHAT HAPPENDS-FULL BLOOM... YOU FEEL CONFIDENT POSTING MY ADDY... POST YOURS.... YOU ARE SCARED... MATTER FACT
LETS TEST MY SKILLS//// YOURE SICK IM NOT-EVEN THO I TAKE THE WHOLE PHARMACY!!!! YOURE INSECURE POST THAT BELLY FLABB POST THEM ROLLS-IM CUT AN SWOLE, ILL POST MY ABS ANY DAY OF THE WEEK... YOURE WEAK YOU WREAK AN CAN BARELY LIFT A LEG, WACK BEACHED WHALE, GO DIE NOONE LIKES YOU, BE CAREFUL BEFORE I PULL UP AN DRIVE BY LEAVING YA DEAD THE WHOLE 9... YOU GOT 200$ DOLLARS I GOT 200 BILLION..... NO COMPETITION... YOUR WHOLE LIFE YOU CAN WORK FOR WHAT I MAKE IN 30 MINUTES....
SEE WHAT HAPPENDS DARKY GO PLEAD RACIST AGAIN ILL TAKE YOU OUT-THIS AIN A RHYME ITS PURE LOVE I CARE FOR PEOPLE AN DONT WANNA SEE YOU GET SHOT.... ARYAN TILL I DIE IM GOD YOURE NOT!!!! YOU NEVER WILL BE OR AMOUNT TO ANYTHING NEAR OR COMPARED TO ME IN ANY COMPOSTITION.......
accept the fact you will never succeed, because you spread negative energy its disease take that drama an b.s. elsewhare.....
im done because youre done the next one gets worse
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC