"alec" poems
HEY I'm Alec I'm a groupie
I enjoy long walks on the beach and tacos
My favorite color is rainbow and unicorns are cool
I'm like ***** blonde and I like hats
My eyes are brown
Uhhhh Yeah PeaceOut
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
A paper crown, and a heart made of glass
A tattered gown, and her kingdom of ash
She walks alone, she can never look back
The story of a queen whose castle has fallen to the sea
She'll make it out, but she's never the same
She's looking down, at the scars that remain
But you hold your ground, though your kingdoms in flames
Cause it's the story of a queen who's castle has fallen to the sea
Knowing there's no one who will be a king that will come and save his queen
When all she needs, when all she wants, when all she finds
When all she is, and ever was, is compromised
Cause there's no one to love her
When you build your walls too high
And there's no one to love you when you build your walls too high
She's looking out, from the war that's inside
She's screaming out, cause no one survived
But when you're all alone, you wait and you hide
Cause it's the story of a queen whose castle has fallen to the sea
Knowing, there's no one who will be a king that will come and save his queen
When all she needs, when all she wants, when all she finds
When all she is, and ever was, is compromised
Cause there's no one to love her
When you built your walls too high
And there's no one to love you when you build your walls too high
There is no one, who is strong enough, to save your love
There's no fairytale
There's no fairytale
When all she needs, when all she wants, when all she finds
When all she is, and ever was, is compromised
Cause there's no one to love her
When you build your walls too high
And there's no one to love you when you trap yourself inside
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
One Bill makes us stronger, and one Bill makes them fall
And the Bills the public gives you, just won’t do it at all
Go ask ALEC*, cuz it’s their call
And if you go raising money, and think the are gonna stall
Tell’em you’re hook, line, and sinker, and giving them your all
Then call ALEC, for it’s their call
When the Rich own the chessboard get up and tell you how to vote
And you’ve just left their boardroom, and possess the motherload
Go ask ALEC, which way to go
When law and constitution have fallen sloppy dead
And the White-Right is walking backwards
And the Orange King’s out of his head
Remember what your ALEC said
We’re in bed, we’re in bed
*American Legislative Exchange Council
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
*Alec broke my heart
As easily as Will had
Down to the day
Exactly one year ago
Will left never saying goodbye
Never settling anything
They were polar opposites
Will and Alec
Will, angry and pessimistic
Alec, happy and bright
Ones heart had been broken and had turned to stone
The others never known what love was or how much it hurt
One thing was the same
My greatest weakness
Their eyes
The most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen
A deep blue ocean
I was lost at sea
I'd died a thousand deaths in them
Will's eyes were beautiful
But there was something in them
Darkness hide behind the beauty
Much pain and agony hid from the light
There was no light in his eyes, but only anger
Alec's eyes were equally beautiful
There was something in them too
In those eyes was a light
It showed that he had nothing to hide
They showed that no one had ever broken his heart
Yet both those oceans captivated me
There was nothing I could do to resist them
The more I fought, the more I fell
Head over heels for them
But neither seemed to feel the same
I was not their sun and stars
I was never their Aphrodite
Though they were my world
And they were my life
Alec broke my heart
Just as easily as Will had
Exactly one year ago*
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Who am i really
you ask me
as we sit out on this curb
i say i don't know
but as i speak the words,
i know that i'm lying to myself
If i am a puzzle
i've got a few pieces figured out
more are coming daily
but let me speak these out loud
i swear i won't be too long
i am a smart-alec
a true know-it-all
a hypocrite
and i hurt those close to me
and i can't see it any
sometimes i speak too much
sometimes not at all
but this is who i really am
this is who i really am
your patience is wire thin
but continue i must
and i do
who i am really
i'm fun naive girl
who has too much
of this nasty world
my past is horrible
but my future's bright
and i know not everyone
everywhere
will accept everything of me
some will want pieces
some will want all
and i'm alright with that
i am a smart
and musical
teenage girl just growing up
too wise for my age
i feel like a mage
but that's just me
oh oh oh oh yeah
yes that's just me
That's just me
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous nation
Don't get ideas above your station
Take heed the rising indignation
You've unleashed -
You've had your little conversation,
Now haud yer wheesht!
Aye, very good, there's been a swing
and Salmond, he who would be king
believes you'll have your Arab Spring -
But who's he kidding?
Just settle back 'neath mammy's wing
and do our bidding
So what? Your little movement's grown
Brainwashed by Alec's endless drone
You'll never make it on your own
But we'll protect you
There's monsters in the great unknown
They're out to get you!
But don't believe us out of fear
Rewards will come if you stay near
Unthought of riches will appear
And never stop!
For starters? Why, just lookee here -
This lollipop!
We think the course that would be kindest
Is put this ugly thought behind us
And focus on the ties that bind us
The blood, the soil
(And since we're pals you will not mind as
we nab the oil!)
We've all enjoyed this wee distraction
You're an amusing little faction
You've had your day of satisfaction
But now it's crucial
We get Great Britain back in action -
Business as usual.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
*pronouns as non-identifiers of nouns equate to excess psychiatric diagnoses.
yet using this direct symptomatic identification of matters is unsatisfying
due to the fact that one would rather expand one's vocabulary in other interesting
areas other than: bilingual bipolar, unipolar depression etc.,
usually starting with family genus in latin, of carnivores.*
it was the most amazing dream, i was walking through dreamy venice
to a beach enclave with many boats,
bella, my alsatian shepherd was walking with me,
but i didn't have her free roaming without a leash
or on a leash: my right hand was behind my back
and her snout was cupped in my hand, and she was sniffing something
and walking obediently;
i was trying to get onto a seaplane.
someone else with a dog was there, i let bella have a wee dip in
swimming with elephants and horses, head bopping above the
sea, three men and a sycophant woman were there too
looking mighty interested in something that would otherwise
dictate a chance-opportunity of autography - then the lament
started. 'i'm stranded on the shoreline! i can't get to the seaplane
without a boat! i don't have a boat!'
then... out of nowhere... alec ******* baldwin appears...
out of the blue... twinkle in his eye and a diamond solution
in his pocket - says to me he has a boat, flicks out a keyring with
a beeper to start up the engine for a boat - i thank him
for "out of the blue" solution and he says: 'what are friends for, eh?'
the story goes that baby me used to put his hand into
the alsatian's gob to try and pull the dog's tongue out
and speak with it; well, the hand that did that is still harsh on typos.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
silly love letters, late nights, and best friends.
the best of times, the worst of times,
but we never wanted it to end.
friday nights were for football games,
which for us meant coffee and candy
while critiquing the class of twenty thirteen.
we used to drive my ****** mazda
every other weekend-- it was tradition.
we played uno and drank coffee black
with our sever pal named Alec.
during the cold months, we busted out
our leather jackets and listened to “the beers”
while talking about love, dreams, and fears.
much older now, we are, in places we never dreamed
we would be, when we were only sixteen.
I don't see her much, but we have memories.
but there was something she said to me,
it will always hold some shining light.
she said I taught her no matter how rough life gets,
Denny’s always serves coffee late at night.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
I'm always so astounded
by my ability to ruin everything
slit my wrists, ****** fists
questioning why I exist
pain persists, evil gifts
******* up my life to ****
I'm worthless, slit my wrists until I bleed out- worthless: eli.
Surprised I didn't go psychotic
But lately the rules I've been braking is huge implications
Cause blood may be thicker than water but it's not thicker than a bottle of Jack- Away: Bmike
I'm not suicidal I don't wanna ******* die / I just wanna be able to close my eyes and feel alright- Suicidal Thoughts- Josh A &
iamjakehill
Once upon a time, I still believed in myself
True love doesn't have a happy ending
'Cause when it's real, it doesn't ever end- Happy Never After: Gnash
My music is dark, sorry my life ain't prettyJust me and my thougths and they always stick with me
If my head's down it's 'cuz i'm overthinking- IDGAF: sik world
I'm unwell, thanks for asking
Swallow hard, kills sadness with science
But the aftermath might make you sick
I worry I won't be the same
But I guess that that's the point- Medicate: Gabbie Hanna
People wanna talk when I'm not around to hear
I'm not worth the trouble it seems
I would say you're wrong, but I've been here before
There's nothing left inside- Monster: Gabbie Hanna
And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming,
Mind was running, air was freezing,
Punch my face, do it ’cause I like the pain- boy in the bubble: Alec Benjamin
I’m such a ******* waste of achievement
I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as ****
I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough
Ask me one more ******* time how the **** I feel
Imma ******* lose my mind- anxiety: Bmike
"Baby, never cut!"
She even tried to overdose and take her life away.
You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend.- Bmike: baby dont cut
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
5 friends from California. The front man being Alec ******* Mann. Chiseled from the gods. Pretty. Oh so ******* pretty. He had olive skin stretched over long and lean muscle and then covered in tattoos. His " I don't care hair" was wavy with hints of sand mixed with hues of medium brown. His eyes slanted slightly downward and were of an almond shape. The irises a deep honey brown; though later I realize can change. His cheek bones were a gift to him from a close native American bloodline. I cant say enough to do his mouth justice. Wide. I still cant look at it too long without getting soak and wet. He wasn't the type of man that should be real. But, he was real enough. Real on screen, real in articles and interviews , real in the fantasies of many, and eventually very real to me.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Who thinks they have the right
to stand in front of the room
as the center of attention,
saying only the first thing that comes to mind?
Who would expose only rudeness
to whomever puts in the effort
to be loving and appropriately concered.
The smart Alec refuses to learn.
Only a fool would say
the phrases that are silly and untrue.
A smart Alec may have a brain
but never a clue.
And for the lonely soul
with issues in boundaries
has no idea where the limits lie.
Walks in uninvited,
puts words in the mouth,
and unrightfully gives advice
within a bribe.
Though I can't change a fool or a smart Alec,
and I can't take away somebody's boundary issues
like a magic trick.
So I stand my ground,
and my shoulder is cold with ice.
Don't have to be a friend,
no need for me to be nice.
Just need to treat them fair
and always
Avoid
getting into fights.
And those are my rights.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Tearing love out of someone's chest
Is
When it isn't returned
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
*primarily because of daylight, and younger brother's
song: evil and harm; and last night.*
you know what i keeping conjuring in my head?
stapling the cheat's kippah of a pope,
to his head... and then tugging him by it through
the streets of rome...
i'm way past jokes,
i'd literally staple the hierarchical to old alec baldwin's
head, and then tow him, drag him... through
the streets of rome...
i mean... you make the pope a saint?
well... that's a first, why would popes be saints
if they can't decide upon being a pope, emeritus?
pope ratzinger (benedict XVI) is the only saint...
with what grace! with what grace he settled
for a nunnery!
fuck me! but he's not considered a saint!
that's awful, really, that's absolute filth!
oh yeah... double point: the pope's "kippah"
(so called) -
like these fake jews ruling over us with an iron
grip? ever notice the ****** on the top of it?
no? never noticed the ****** on the "kippah"?
it's not even a ******* kippah by then,
but a....
béret français:
and if you're into linguistics, try these alternatives:
bə'rā (bé ray) thrą'sé
bé'ré φρąsay -
parle poo?
qui, parle poo, anglais - on-a-glare...
with! with! with a glare!
oh ******* 'ell...
the french aesthetic for spelling: λoγoς...
and then the actual pronounciation, i.e. the φoνoς?
miles apart!
they're not as bad as the english, but they're ******* worse
than king arthur's sons.
the comparison? you see an aeroplane in the sky...
and then you sort of see the shoom five miles back...
you have to remember two languages...
the french and the english are naturally "bilingual" -
it's not that you say one thing and mean another,
you have to ******* write one thing, and say another:
so the λoγoς is the aeroplane... and the shoom?
that's the φoνoς... or the once fabled television
static being the remnants of the big bang.... well, isn't
that an ingenious name for the beginning of everything...
big... bang... and a ******* firecracker whilé you're at it.
so yeah, if you never experienced an asiatic invasion
akin to a mongol horde... you will not have clear, distinct
syllable distinctions... you'll be like a vampire saying:
blah, blah blah, blah.... or bleh bleh bleh, bleh;
minus the hatch? hetch? hay't'ch? blá, blá blá....
alt. blé blé blé, blé.
considering style though? reading heidegger
is, seriosuly, sometimes akin to
watching liberace play the trombone;
all those italics and non-footnote dittoes...
a bit like watching an apple balancing on a watermelon
and calling it tango.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
I’ve decided I’ve more things to say,
Thoughts wishing to escape my brain,
Whether it’s wrong or whether it’s right,
Prepare for a third piece of my mind.
Is it just me,
Or is communicating,
The hardest trial of life?
Living isn’t hard to me,
It’s coexisting that’s filled with strife.
Trying and failing to express ideas,
In a way that makes sense,
That they can comprehend,
These abstractions of thoughts in my head.
Talking is hard,
Especially when your mouth and your brain,
Aren’t on the same wavelength.
You think one thing,
And say another,
Leaving nothing but shame,
And discomfort.
Sometimes you say the wrong things,
At the wrong time,
To the wrong person,
Such is life.
They push you away,
You feel regret,
Part of the process,
You can’t take it back.
Apologies are just more words,
Added to the wound,
Actions are more powerful,
For better or for worse.
There’s something mesmerizing about the piano,
One of, if not, my favorite instruments.
The piano can make me happy,
Nostalgic,
Sad,
Or bittersweet,
All with a couple of keys.
How powerful when held,
Hearing the strings ring.
However,
I prefer the sad piano songs,
They do a perfect job,
Painting the scene,
Of bittersweet contentment.
The somber melodies make me long,
For those early childhood days,
The ones I rarely remember,
Basking in the sun’s rays.
How miraculous,
And part of what makes the human experience so grand,
How these feelings can be stirred,
From a few notes played,
On a grand piano.
To fit with the tradition,
I’ll quote a song by Alec Benjamin,
This one titled,
“The Plan,”
This is the chorus.
“What I wanted then isn’t what I’ve got now,
But if I did it again I wouldn’t change it anyhow,
I had a vision in my head,
I even wrote it all down,
The plan didn’t work but it all worked out.
The plan didn’t work but it all worked out.”
This song laments on how plans can change,
And paths we’re lead can be different than what we imagine,
Yet, even so,
The path we’re on,
Is the one we’re meant to walk
I agree…
Sometimes it’s difficult for me to distinguish,
Between an acquaintance and a friend.
Is it based on time known?
Or the quality of the relationship?
Or how well you click?
Or do I just overcomplicate it?
Sometimes I wish,
I thought less,
Because sometimes it seems,
Like a curse…
Here we are at the end,
Another poem at its conclusion,
My mind feels at ease,
Finally feeling included.
Only one more piece of my mind remains to be said,
The rest I’ll keep hidden in my head.
Farewell,
Until next time,
Where I unleash,
The final piece of my mind…
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
The black man's searching for a job,
but the black man's made to **** and rob.
This side of town is the black man's rez
and the judges do what ALEC says
and they know he'll just be back again
so they give the mandatory ten.
Where's the sunny kid that the world likes?
Well, we've got drug laws and we've got three strikes
and he learns right quick that he better plead;
if you lose in court, then you're never freed,
so he's in another world of hurt,
he's a felon now 'til he's in the dirt
and it won't be soon that he's seen again,
making Walmart slacks in a private pen.
He's a slave again, and he's off the street,
and by other names smells just as sweet.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
I’ve got a few things I want to say,
A few thoughts rattling around in my brain,
And though it may seem impolite,
I’m going to give you a piece of my mind.
I know I haven’t been around a long time,
Just a decade and a half.
However, I’ve still learned a thing or two,
About this world filled with gaffes.
This world’s a scary place,
Full of scary people,
And if you’re not careful,
They’ll eat you alive,
Chew you up, and spit you out,
With no regard for your life or your health.
We’re dancing in a fire,
Of our own making,
As people continue whining and complaining.
We need saving,
Oh, how we need saving.
It’s ironic,
How our greatest foe is ourselves,
So much petty bickering,
Chastises the thinking,
Until we’re at a point where we can’t do anything.
Who can you trust?
Your neighbor could be just,
Or a sociopath,
Hiding behind a mask.
Is everyone a friend?
Or is everyone a foe?
Or is there more nuance?
How are we to know?
Till it’s too late,
And we’re beaten down,
Lost everything,
To a monster.
Highschool’s a mess,
No finesse,
Filled with stress,
And depression.
On a quest,
To reassess,
And to suppress,
All unnecessary emotions.
Don’t want to sound too forlorn,
But is it too much to ask to live in a world,
Where everyday doesn’t feel like a chore,
Just to push through?
So much strife,
All through life.
Is it right,
Or wrong?
When does life,
Become less about surviving,
And more about living,
In this crazy time?
Seven hours,
Seven different subjects,
Piled onto a developing mind.
Some unnecessary,
Others are vital,
Few are a waste of time.
While everyone discovers their niche,
A fight for survival,
Some parts are primal,
Survival of the fittest they say,
It’s a shame that not everyone makes it out,
To fight another day.
To quote one of my favorite songs,
By a man named Alec Benjamin,
Titled “Gotta Be A Reason.”
“There’s gotta be a reason that I’m here on Earth,
Gotta be a reason for the dust and the dirt.
Oh, the changing of the seasons never changed my hurt.
So what’s it worth, what’s it worth?”
I believe that things happen for a reason,
Good or bad,
Then you have to question,
What the reason truly is?
This world’s a crazy place,
Full of crazy people,
And if you’re not careful,
They’ll eat you alive,
Chew you up, and spit you out,
With no regard for your life or your health.
We’re dancing in a fire,
Of our own making,
And no amount of raining,
Can drown out the whining and complaining.
We need saving,
Oh, how we need saving.
So there you go,
I opened up the vault,
And gave you a sample,
Of what’s inside my heart.
Take it as you’d like,
There’s not much more to say,
That’s just how I feel,
This specific day.
I have a feeling of dread,
As this year approaches its end.
2025.
By mid-March, I’ll be able to drive.
God, how time flies…
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 4:36 PM UTC