"alrite" poems
Remeber you're not here to eat
You're here to survive
You're fat I know
And that's alrite
Get on your feet
and do the drill
Since too long
You've been chill
It's now or never
or you'll lose control
So push it my friend
And don't be an *******
You think you know
Where you're headed
Just look around
And you'll dread it
You're not in pain
And you think it's good
Get on your feet
and be worthy of the food
For too long
You went with the flow
It's time now
To rise
Shine
And glow
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Outside looking in
Like a redheaded stepchild
Like a dumped cat
Like Belushi on the ladder
Just...FUCK YOU, alrite?
You hurt me
Lick sweat off my *****
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Your eyes are always so crinkled
School must drain you so
Always barely perceiving
They were disheartening with
melancholy in tow
I'll never forget the night I realized
your eyes
No longer creased, no longer apathetic
So round, so alive
In this moment I realized that I
had seen them before
I saw a glimpse today
Maybe it's too much to think that
I made your eyes everything
Everything I needed to be alrite
I kissed your mouth that night
A person like you could be good for me
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
any holiday can go on and commit suicide in some old ****
coconut
postcard, I reckon.
it’s alrite here.
it’s not burning and the sand is a lame type of concrete, but
it has a lot of life. there’s even coral here, I probably need you
to call me up and have you explain it to me
but it’s here
all the same;
there’s howling monkeys that can open yoking orange suns, that
don’t know what to do, we wont ignore them though;
they keep on skipping around
pulling
the tide up to our seats-like they like the raw smell we give off
its normal in the city but unknown here
we fight- nothing
the world dives into itself
and see’s that it still sings
the resort keeps on beating behind the eyes of the falling sunset
the calls of our skin are catnip to the flying things and moving things
we walk across the beach as it follows from 11 to 3 and 4am.
it dies and leaves the moon screaming
in sirens within the black distance of the shore
the vehicle that comes as we sleep
holds open the road with our eyes
and remains eternally as we wake.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM
Through The Trees i will follow,
just lead the way,
and we can see tomorrow,
sorrow,
Tell them pages to turn away,
give me the light,
and ill make you stay,
cause everybody just want somebody to love,
and see that every passing moment was a big mistake,
so everything i said was all to you,
let me show me show you that i love you,
with a song or two,
melody made by me and you,
she said i dont need another,
i'll be your woman,
and i said,were 15 , but lets love like were older,
love me like we're sober,
you were my love drug,
hooked on you like allday,
better than sugar or syrup,
right here ill stay,
kissin your face,
and tell you goodnite,
we can meet any place,
im sure god will say,
you two are alrite,
Tonite,
Through The Trees.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
OK, ok alrite m8.
I know I'm too weird
and these tattoos, this face
or this beard.
But what's weird, seems to be inside of me, and seems like it might be just plain wrong.
I'm a male, who doesn't desire fornication foremost. Your friendship and company are what I favour the most. Who better to share a moonlit night with and I boast.
No one!
and I am sharing it with you.
I must apologise for my lack of understanding
of the physicality between us, as all I understand is the mental boundaries of our friendship.
Do I risk this bond for a kiss?
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
simply different
it starts now the missing bits
parts not there from now to before
tho there was something there but what
what was there before?
dysfunctionality
people always complaining
now everything is meant to be fine
the concept of being alrite
just an illusion he adheres to
it sticks to him like glue
he's not felt this way before
new ground emotions and feelings
making it up as he goes along
captured in words and photos
and make believe video
of how a life should be
prefect multimedia family
existing on the computer
and in his head
different than from his heart
there are many things there
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC