"audi" poems
I've learned a lot this year.
I've learned that things don't always go the way we want them to go.
That life is not always gonna hand you roses.
That you make your family.
That my best friends have continually given me and Audi love even when I push them away.
That God is the only way I'm gonna get through the darkest moments.
That it's ok to cry.
That a broken heart will fix it itself over time.
That my normal has shattered and I have to make a new normal.
That my family has been my rock.
That my husbands best friends miss Maynard as much as I do.
That my husbands best friends have stepped up on more then one occasion to be there for Audi and for me.
That I love hugs! Lol
That Audi is the reason I'm still alive
That true saying that your heart breaks when your kids are hurting.
That Maynard will be missed by so many.
That I'm a good mom.
That my parents have far exceeded making Audi and I feel loved.
That I am a strong single mom! And I can do this and I have to do this.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC
out the trap into a brand new audi
says A class stuff like
i like my men and my drugs white
but don’t project on me
even if she still was in there
she’d still be owning it
devotion is a sin, she’s hunting but she’s
not hungry
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Another year has been added onto my life.
Everything is okay,
And I thank God I’m still blessed,
But my tears are just
Getting bigger as the time
Starts to trigger.
My heart starts to get swollen
As my mind still tries to
Figure exactly what’s really going on.
Why do I feel so alone?
I try and close my eyes and picture home,
But I’ve been gone for too long.
I’m living in miseries.
My only pain killer is a double shot of
Hennessy.
Lord give me ink and some paper
Please.
My soul cries out within the
Ink that bleeds.
Oct 6 was the day I was born.
God how long will I live and still remain
Trapped in this storm?
My heart for writing
Can’t be the reason I’m still alive.
God gave me another chance
To get my hands on the prize,
But it’s been too long to why I’m still living in
Disguise
Of pure evil that set fire in my
Eyes.
Aching bones in my body,
And a hopeless dream of
Corvettes and audi’s.
Entrepreneurship,
And dedication is what I feen,
But another year has been added onto
This helpless black queen.
I’m not sure why me.
My pencil is about to break,
And my paper is about to rip.
The hardness of my thoughts,
And my teeth that’s clenched and gripped
Is only another episode to why I’m still
Here.
#HAPPYBIRTHDAY
-Marci H.
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
[Life]
I
A man with no shoes
walks by with a limp.
His arms -
covered
in tattoos
and scars -
are lethargic
by choice.
The biting
winter sun
delivers respite
from late December
northerlies.
He reeks of Franzia.
Redolent, it shadows
him, haunts
him like what he drinks
to forget.
His unkempt white beard
is stained yellow
around the mouth
from years of cigarettes
and no-shave Novembers.
He dons a jacket
- faded glory -
that is two sizes too small
and his pants stay together
like a couple for their kids.
Too proud to join
the Salvation Army
on Christmas Eve,
he finds his bench,
lies down
and survives
one
more
night.
II
A man in a suit
drives home in an Audi.
His collar
is stained
with cheap lipstick
and Chateau Lagrange
from last night's
late night meetings.
Angie, his wife,
waits anxiously
at the door
of their four bedroom,
three and a half bath
Victorian.
Her eyes -
still puffy
and red -
fixated up Swann St.
She is not blinking
and barely breathing.
The kids
have been sent to Grandma's
for the night.
They watch TV -
SpongeBob SquarePants.
The Audi
drives by a man on a bench
He looks asleep -
possibly dead.
The suit inside thinks to himself:
“That poor man.”
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 9:33 AM UTC
*adverts and the internet medium:
d'uh... you forgot the capacity
of the mute button...
wha'? wha'?
audi tt?
(let's expand on the title:
geometry (Y) the three dimensions,
and trigonometry (W)... cosine rule,
i.e. how three-dimensional space behaves).*
i was born in the late 20th century,
and, right now,
i'm seeing the "problem"
you thought jews in europe
were the problem...
ever read anything
on the subject of kabbalah?
i can only reply
with sepultura's:
ra-ta-ma'h-hatta'h...
**** me, the tetragrammaton feels like
licking a pharaoh's toes in linguistic terms...
*and there are always four,
to ensure there's one*.
but at least the aztec pyramids
were not burial grounds, or burial monuments,
rather, sites of capital punishment...
which the conquistadors misunderstood!
only the whites know the concept
of ethno-masochism.
by common-tongue standards
so thoroughly expressed with
the desired eloquence, stated, already.
social sciences are a disease
in terms of science per se...
why isn't there a divine intervention
story with regards to the aztec pyramids?
**** me and the scaffold!
the largest bird on earth,
and instead of flying off,
it sticks its head into the earth
to "hide".
that's pushing it...
that's saying the non-existence of god is based
upon the non-existence of a good joke;
i just don't think he needs to be
revered...
but obviously people have other
plans...
never mind the comedian...
mind the moloch;
so they pray, and pray, and ask, and plead,
and end up looking like amassed lunatics...
they demand praying...
me? i demand of myself thinking about him...
hard to think about nothing,
if i were thinking about nothing,
i simply would be, not thinking;
and you'd probably find me:
painting.
but **** me, aztec pyramids didn't receive
a divine intervention
but the egyptian pyramids did...
clearly the aztec pyramids weren't vanity projects
akin to burial sites / tombs...
clearly...
sites of enforcing capital punishment;
years later mis-translated by conquistadors...
and in militant atheistic form...
said: retarted.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC
two MTA
workers play invisible baseball across platforms at Union Square
the runs in my tights mimic the skyscrapers
whose marks I see across the black sky from the rear
window while he ***** me in the backseat of his Audi
an alley in Brooklyn,
the threat of a subway slasher,
the likelihood of getting lost,
but the questioning by tourists for direction
if I say “I am one of you”, it
discredits my memories here:
[pumpkins on 34th in July
kisses in bathtubs in Meatpacking
top of the Whitney]
but I am not (yet) one of you:
impatient drivers,
L train riders,
rainbow bagel obsessers
I still feel a hand grip my throat when walking down 5th
and throw my bones off the Chelsea Pier
before I spend 11 hours wondering why I haven’t yet committed myself to you.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
Red blood seeping down the walls and pooling all over the pearl white floor.
Finally unleashing a scream boiled inside, which pierces the air with an unmatched fury.
A menacing growl with every rev of its engine, an Audi R8 proves to be an evil on the road.
A fish has a slight taste of salt and cyanide, the poison killing millions without a look from the government.
Avenged Sevenfold’s Nightmare album, proving that even the happiest moment in your life. Can be a nightmare.
Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Mark Maquire, diminishing baseball’s glory with steroids.
The turmoil surrounding the government of Somalia and the pirates corrupting the country each and every day.
The unbearable scent of sulfur, burning the nostrils of your nose with every intake of air.
The lighting strike and the thunder crack.
Hell.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 5:29 PM UTC
I'm mother ******* mischievous
Mysterious
And deviant
A whole new experience
No jokes
Man I'm serious
Delirious
Got some smoke
In my lungs
Gettin toked
Can't keep up
you a slow poke
I've been working on my flow
Not too fast and not too slow
Writin words and spittin rhymes
Never waste my ****** time
Cause I ball hard
Yeah that's my grind
want that money
******* fine
Want that Audi
sip on wine
Check my Rolex
About time
The throne is mine
Take your pick
have the treat
Or have the trick
Halloween
Yeah that's the ****
Dressing up
Like a kid
Livin like I'm ****** rich
ignorant
I gotta quit
Cause these raps
I write
And flows
I spit
Sell like ***
To a celebit
Celebrate
Cause we above the hate
We don't listen
they get irate
Im In good hands
That's Allstate
in a new state
Yeah new level
Turn up the bass
Hit the treble
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
I relished applying the butter on her body,
She enjoyed slurping my cream,
God knows how strongly we both used to dream,
And now,
Taking her higher for babies she lets out a scream,
I am writing this ***** poem,
She too is obviously not riding an Audi.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Baby blue cushion with the fabric ties, painting rocks with orange and blue on newspaper, got a glob on the wood only rain can wash away. Clean the glass out with q-tips, squeaky clean, tap remains into ceramic bowl made in 3rd grade, medium blizzard with M&Ms; and Reece's peanut butter cups, a burger at that hotdog place featured on Martha Stewart with bacon bits, colored pencils, Barbie coloring books, Jeep keeps stalling in front of my house, don't eat my burger, Ellie and Duncan, full bag of mini peanut butter cups, South Park, Heavy Metal, The King of Limbs - eh, JWoww, Cupcake Wars, the Big Dipper, aqua colored bikini with a magazine full of pictures, videotape my monologues, short hair, sundresses, Nike shorts and tank tops. Mini with a pen in parking lot in Norwalk, feet in the pool water, ants, smelly dog, big house in New Canaan, white Audi A4, drive with the Mosley Tribes from Loehman's for $75 -- a steal, scotch tape on toenails, purple, blue, and green polished stripes, church parking lot on Duck Farm
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
This horrible feeling
This constant reminder
Of how my life is not one worth living
So many mistakes
So many regrets
None is which can be returned to me
All I want is for this smile on my face to be real
I smile everyday
I laugh all the time
I say I'm happy
Although not once was it true
In 4th grade girls' minds
Is how to braid hair and jump rope
But in this 10 year old mind lays
Suicidal thoughts to no end
Except the one to unlatch
No source of it
Just the thought of
What's the point in life?.
No matter the direction we will take
Our roads will all meet in one spot
Death
The beautiful, breath-taking moment of
Death
The moment I'm longing for
But how will it come?.
A car accident?.
A heart attack?.
Will it be gruesome?.
Or will it be of natural cause?.
In my sleep?.
I don't care
I just want it to come
Come faster
I don't want this life I'm living
I don't care for it
And never will
I don't care if I will end up
In my own big white house
With matching white plates and bowls
That's worth more than the snowy white husky
And the an Audi R8 in the garage
Alongside my perfectly polished children and spouse
Who will never hear the idiotic thought of rebelling against me
Or if I end up living with no job
No fancy house
Or a car
Or family
If I'm all alone
Living in the streets
I don't ******* care
I just want the Grim Reaper to come take me
Take me with you
You have my soul to take
Just put me out of my misery
I can't stand being on this planet
In this universe
No strings attached
Please
I beg of you
Just help
Rid me of this
Forsaken worthless case of a life
I call my own
Because it is unwanted
It’s yours to take
And keep
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
Welcome to me too.
Thanks for coming in high-altitude, if you're really into them.
There are new-tutorials, and I'm not going to need one.
Why not do the news? I love plain and simple.
Free-market sloping losses will do this;
because of bipartisan politics.
Luyendyk news is crowded by Audi's and by partisan politics;
I don't like my partisan politics.
Star tutorials are tutorial-soon.
This is a new tutorial for my into being given to the jury
in tutorial.
People present their uh dreams,
and a jury room is like love;
a little atmosphere me in a circle,
meaning we are (he is) related to the moon .
I'm the serving the Newburgh tutorial right now
around this one:
The new green play I'm into.
This one’s just a little on the Brumbies
cuz glass needs it to learn.
I am the circus mom pursuing your doom;
a mistaken rampant around jug-glass John,
inputting the bar’s shiny leading to the bottom-thanked step.
Number one is singing your doom on.
Be an unloaded nerd, like a dump truck dumping dirt into our hearts
while holding the whole lamar,
and perfecting the bar starting with p.
Put on the range
near the whole ecosystem in a in a bubble.
Second thing you gotta do is earn it,
you do this, but we plan to our dirt up to nine innings.
love things American
like me
in the new godliness.
99 dramas trapped under so now I'm a real utah zombie,
and lines,
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
I wanna have nights with you
where you take me out in your Audi
we go to an abandoned lot
and we just lay on the hood
and stare at the stars
and have unspoken thoughts leak from our lips
and delicate finger tips touching each other
sharing warmth under twinkling lights
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
my favourite
part about being drunk is when
I hold the end of a cigarette by the flame
it doesn’t burn my fingers
I am invincible
I love when I’m drunk
and you weave your fingertips through
the holes in my tights
close but not enough
if I’m drunk enough I’ll let you
walk me back to your apartment in Bushwick
the hallways looking
like The Overlook Hotel
while you push me onto your bed and tell me
all you want to do is lay naked next to me
next thing you know I am your outlet
I am a thousand resonating nos
mine is every body you’ve ever wanted
covered with glass
and you wind my hair around your palm
and I am drunk
off the New York skyline
off the back of an Audi
off a taco truck in a bar
that I submit
and I beg you
to fill all my holes
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Silly sullen sentences
strut in my brain
boiling baffling batches
of cluttered dust-bunnies
creating a babel tower of
lost love lullabies
slowly
decaying, dying, drifting
Wet your quill
with the ink of now
write new lulls
swaying your pendulum
between your now's
and what's yet to come
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
I'm starting up a death wish
to express this
a whole list of ************* that I'd **** quick
if they didn't move
or get the **** out of my life
and stay the **** outta mine
before I cut your wife
and take her life too
and all the babies you grew
you little ****** *** phoney player hating
you must've been brought up wrong
and learned different than me
i don't like the way you say my name when you're talking about me
I can taste the resentment
and ******** sarcastic
beneath the smile
I see the *****
and the hate
the mistrust
don't get your face misplaced
don't make me go to the store
and register for a gun
just to run up in your house
and watch you scream and run
I don't need that
but trust me, when I wake up
I feel like that's all I breathe
and my heart deceives
and tells me that I'd love to see someone bleed
my enemies
don't even know me
and the truth about it is
they can blow me
I used to be nice
I used to try to understand
but now a days
only so much ********
I can take as a grown man
before I explode
and back out and roll
over your body in my audi
my truck don't give no ***** neither
so either apologize or beat it
but either way
I'm gonna move on with my day
but just remember what I said before
I'm really sick and tired
of being played
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
And the old abbot aged
and pulled down with cancer
walked the cloister,
et aestu saeculi nobis,
even though cloistered
and of God,
I swept the landing
after the office of Terce
with large broom
and dustpan and brush
and there was a huge spiderweb
in a window,
Salve regina audi nos,
Dom Kenneth sorted
the altar cloths and plates
and holy cup where
the Crucified's blood is sipped,
and she welcomed me in
and sat me down
and unbuttoned my flies
and took out the feller,
the deeds you do
may be the only sermon
some persons
will hear today said Francis,
au travail est de prier
the French monk said
as he helped me
with the refectory
cleaning up before lunch,
George cast his stone
further that the rest of us
after the office of Sext
and our lunch
and sitting
on the abbey beach,
don't let your sins
turn into bad habits
Teresa said,
mine almost did back then
and with her
Yochana that is
not Teresa,
bell ringing
as Hugh showed us
his thin frame and arms
but the tolled bells
carried to far and wide,
parlare con Dio
ed egli vi ascolterà
the Italian monk told me
but my prayer life
was less than his,
we are twice armed
if we fight with faith
said Gareth quoting Plato
and I had only read
the Republic that far,
Dom Joe(dear Bunny)
said to me
God has something special
in line for you
but I never found it
least not then,
πλέουν στη θάλασσα στο Θεό
a visiting Greek monk said
and Dom Charles
translated for me
but it went over
my young man's head.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
A reason to love me
you need a reason to love me
Come and speak and I'll show you the hard way
What jumps out of my mouth never meant to be offensive
Something to say, bring it on, the fence is somewhere I'll never sit
A reason to love me
you need a reason to love me
The face department never screamed I'm a looker
A line of flattery, absurd over indulgence, yeah that should hook her
Just don’t expect to much as like most I’m part failure
A reason to love me
you need a reason to love me
having goals that will probably never be reached
I’m just like him, run of the mill
I know what I know and that you cannot teach
A reason to love me
you need a reason to love me
always dreaming of a better tomorrow
a charmed life if you just beg steal and borrow
I’ll climb so high but not up Kilimanjaro
A reason to love me
you need a reason to love me
I’m not driving around in a brand new Audi A6
if you want a city boy then he’ll do the trick
I’m happy where I am out here in the sticks
A reason to love me
you need a reason to love me
well you’ve seen what I’ve got and that’s me to a tee
never fighting to hard so sod it
what will be will be
A reason to leave me
you need a reason to leave me
a summing up of a life just every day and ordinary
what was you expecting, Clark Kent or some other story
sorry my love, that’s just me, an every man, subtle and slightly boring
JJB
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
Dom Higgs came to the room
and spoke to me
of the monastic life
it was late evening
and the shutters were closed
so no moon no stars,
est forma mortis he said,
moon glow by bell-tower
especially after Compline
and the haunting looking cloister,
and she said her husband
wouldn't be home for hours
and there was time for it
so we did,
the French peasant monk
peeled onions
in the kitchen
peler sous l'eau he said,
I cut the grass
around the gravestones
of the monks
and flattened out
molehills before
the hour of Sext,
flying from the pains of hell
we desire
to reach life everlasting
Benedict said,
Hölle ist hier
the German monk said
pointing to his chest
with his thick finger,
Hugh made the chair
in the guest house
I saw it there
after he told me
he was no Charles Mackintosh
but it served it's purpose,
sancta Maris audi nos
Dom Peter whispered
in the cloister while waiting
to enter the church for Vespers
his voice thick as treacle
but pure as soft snow,
she undressed for me
with the skill of a *****
I a youth unravelling
the apple as Adam had,
Dom Charles sat
in the refectory at supper
his face still as a china doll
his eyes stern
and unblinking maybe
God-ward thinking,
Dio è con noi
the Italian monk said
as he showed me
how to sharpen the scythe
his hands powerful
fingers gripping the stone,
non veniam sine poenitentia,
the ultimate value of life
depends upon awareness
and the power
of contemplation
rather than upon
mere survival
Gareth said
quoting Aristotle
as we sat in the novice room
after Terce,
stars above me
moon bright as ghostly ship
I walked the drive way
letting curses let slip.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
Why don't you follow the leader
I bet I'll please ya grease ya
Like lightening fast and frightenin'
A born winner multiple sinner
Servin emcees as dinner
No complaints I remain calm
Pockets are full while
You with empty balms my palms
Grip the mic iron tight fight all
Ya want and I'll ignite
The fuse once I blow I'll never loose
Over my opponents pump the juice only if ya want it
Slugs invested bullets injected
Now mother nature rejected
Your body I'm the black gotti- drive a black audi Fully loaded air compress the best to bless
The mic so I suggest you take a quiz or test
Cuz my rap wizardry entice misery mystery
Like big foot lurking the forest
I'll leave ya hooked more than chorus
I master the rhyme technique don't speak
Or else you be flowin' up **** creek
Mute the critics gimmicks are nothing but mimics
So test the king all ya want
And every beat I touch I'll haunt
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Down the council
where I used to live,
they write to you in pencil
and erase you at will.
An appointment is the black spot that
they bomb into your hand,
every section or department is
a minefield and the snipers
who all own Audi's are working overtime
to pick poor people off.
They'll send you updates on the rent account
and the housing rates which mean everything,
and ignoring them brings another team from the
offices,
which we call the 'sting'.
Busy bees,
the bleedin' lot of them
poking in and poking off again,
it's time they wrote me in a ball point pen, thirty seven pence from 'Smith's' and then,
I'd feel welcomed into the community, feel I had a bit of immunity from the eraser men who only want me when my system falls apart, it really breaks my heart that I pay them part of my salary,
we should all be able to live this life rent free,
down the council
down the council
damage limitation, but I
got this inclination to ignore them and their eraser men, get a marker pen, paint my home with red ink, then **** the lot of them, let them send me South,
down to Marshalsea,
if this life's a fail
let me end up in,
that cosy place they call,
'bugger 'all'
debtor's jail.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
.
Me, God’s gift to women
yeah that’ll be the day
I am not like some others
can’t say the things they say
I can’t belittle women
don’t brag about the ***
Shouting size does matter
in line waiting the next
I do not have big muscles
my abs are made of brew
My arms are kind of scrawny
my legs are that way too
Don’t drive a brand new Audi
(I rented up the street)
Wear hundred dollar tennis shoes
upon my two left feet
My watch it is a Seiko
I bought the thing on sale
I do not have a golden tan
I’m really kind of pale
I do not think I’m cooler
than anyone around
And women would be lucky
if it was me they found
I never have been wealthy
my wallet isn’t fat
I don’t have several ladies names
scribbled in a tat
But then it doesn’t matter
what I have said above
I have a special woman
and I am so in love
She really thinks I’m perfect
just the way I am
Says I treat her wonderful,
she’s glad I am her man
She always makes me happy
for her I do the same
I’m not God’s gift to women
and surely won’t complain
For what I’ve have is true love
the best that there can be
I do not need to be a God
if she’s in love with me
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
Beáti immaculáti in via
qui ámbulant in lege Dómini,
I tolled the bells for the Angelus
pulled ropes with George,
be steady as you go
less you are taken high
Dom James had said
(about bell pulling),
sunlight on the cloister
after lunch and birds
from the one tree
in the cloister garth,
taking my hand
she lead me to her bed
to be bedded,
there are those
who seek knowledge
in order to serve
that is love said Bernard,
the French monk said
Dieu est dans tous,
I heard Hugh pale faced
talk of perfection
in the deeds done
he cleaned the latrines
with dedication,
the peasant monk
walked from farm to cloister
bringing manure
for the flower beds
in a wheel barrow
steady as a ship
through smooth waters,
she lay there
with that glint of eye
plough my furrow she said,
I weeded the monks graves
all Latin named
and Roman numerals,
none mow as you do
Dom Frederick said
by the church
as I mowed grass,
we must sow the seed
not hoard it Dominic said,
I sowed and she smiled
and lay there quite bare,
sancta Maria audi nos,
the smell of incense
in the choir stalls
and bread fresh baked,
George and I laughed
at the large table napkins
large as bed sheets
spread from neck to lap space,
Hugh laughed not
and unamused
his pale face.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 9:46 AM UTC