Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
CAM Oct 2017
Today is one of those days that makes you feel just nauseous
Today is not a very good day to be so self-conscious
Today is one of those beatdown days
The days that make think you’re in a phase
Of life.

Today is like the day you find your crush kind of hates you.
Today is the day you’re almost starting to hate food.
Today is not the kind of day you just give up and faint
Into the arms of some unwilling, kindly saint.

You think today couldn’t be worse but just imagine how it could.
Actually never mind it’d be stranger if you would.
Today is one of those days you think is about to **** you.
But maybe that’s just because you aren’t seeing the whole view.

Today is one of those days that makes you just a little bit cautious.
Today is one of those days you wish you had something like phosphorus.
Although I'll never say it loud,
I think my story I have found.

Today might be a beatdown, but you have to see tomorrow.
Because sunrises are beautiful to take pictures of.

So I hope I see you tomorrow.
Get your finery on and let the games begin,
Blackout suit, purple shirt, and a tie to match
those gleaming eyes.

The dinner was alright
now get ready to fight. White powder on the counter,
A dusted card and a rolled-up fiver.

Codine chills, calm instilled,
Colorful lights, relaxed thrills.

Later on and we're back in black.
Hometown beatdown. Go hard, get smashed.

Messy nights never get old,
River of glass across a broken road.
Tonic wine's best served cold, its medicinal properties
remain unknown. The sweet nectar, a bottle of B
to resurrect me.

Just the end of another debutante night,
Staying classy while we drink and fight.
Making hedonistic debauchery stylish
'cause we're Irish.
TheTeacher Oct 2012
I enter my class around eight thirty three.  The teacher gives me a stern stare.....making feel as though I shouldn't be there.  I shrug my shoulders because I fail to see....the cause of the attitude....she didn't wake up next to me.

We had a test and I tried to study .....but the book studied me. I really want a good score....but my efforts were poor.  Too busy lolly gagging and talking to my friends at the store.

I'm sitting at my desk with my notes in view.....a student walks over and pushes my things on the floor......and states " I really don't like you."
A little startled and caught off guard.....I gather my things from the floor and say "is that true?....I haven't even done anything to you."

I never liked you and today will be total hell for you.  Don't worry about the test.....worry about what I'm going to do.  He had the peanut gallery who were making comments and instigating ......anticipating the chaos that was awaiting.  Meanwhile, I'm debating my immediate situation and I'm seeking some type of instruction.

I look to the teacher and of course .....she has a blank stare and says " I didn't see nothing."  Class, quiet down and clear off your desks.  It is now time to take your highly anticipated test.  The hint of humor didn't help me a bit.  I had a body full of anger collecting and it refused to submit.

A piece of paper hit me in the head as the teacher passed out  papers in the rear of the class.  I felt the train moving fast ....and about to derail.  A delivery was about to be made. "You have mail."

I had another item hit me.....and i said to myself this is getting out of hand.  I said a silent word and breathed in some almost fresh air.  I walked out of class to calm the beast within.....knowing that it would be detrimental if i connected with his chin.

I've been bullied for the last time.....my friend once told me this" in order to gain someone's respect ....you have to disrespect them first."  I didn't understand at the time......but as I walked in the halls I reflected on that line.

I gathered myself and went back to class....of course I was in trouble for roaming the halls without a pass.  I went to my seat and proceeded to sit on a tack.....not to mention that someone also emptied out my knapsack.

He was sitting there with a smirk on his face and said "so what are you going to do?" "You're that skinny kid with a fat stomach from room 302." " That's the slow class."

I walked away with my head down....but the anger hit overflow.  He stated that my class was slow....but forgot my hands were fast.  I gave him a taste and before he even knew......his face went from red to blue.  A preschool lesson about blending colors....

I got suspended for my part in the fight.....I could've done more....but bullying just isn't right.  We never became friends ....but everyone now knew not to pick on me.....because of what my hands could do.  The skinny kid with the fat stomach from room 302.

Stop Bullying......
Dougie Simps Jul 2013
Dear father*
Let me start my hatred for you must end now and begone
If it wasn't for your horrible ways this man today I would've never become
Nothing's wrong
I developed the ability to convert anger into beautiful songs
I'll never forgive you for what you've done
I'm just glad that you're gone
It's been so long
Since the last time ya seen ya boy
I'm a whole lot more outgoing now
Gave up on being koi
Eye contact with people I tend to still avoid but
I inspire the world now
Less hate and more joy
And I'm a strong man too
No longer a scared lil boy!

Father why!? Why the ******* create this hurt inside?
Why the ******* teach me how to run but never how to ride?
Why you make me cry?!
Why!!?
Do you understand the pain and anger you ******* put me through?
Do you know how it feels to look in the mirror and hate the other half of you!?
Butter knife thoughts is something nobody ever knew
Turned me into a insecure weak boy that everybody can see through!
The misery of a young confused beatdown child
Who covered his face with a mask and put up a fake smile
Who's soul is tame less and heart so wild
who ignores his good side so he blocks it with denial
Through my life I ****** up and poured out a lot of tears
Used liquor to heal my pain and replaced my blood with light beers.
Working hard to better myself but
becoming you is still my biggest fear!

I told my mother the past is gone and the good life is now in our sights
Told her imma fly us there so mama please hold on tight
Because you can be stuck in the dark for so long and feel you'll never see the light
I believe we can survive anything
You just need to believe in you and always prepare to fight!
Allow my story to strengthen you when you feel you have no might
We gotta climb the highest mountains when we say we afraid of heights!

So dear father I'm not you, you was just a part of my creation
At times I swear you aren't real just a figment of my imagination
No more frustration!
Nor Pretending, Anyone can survive hard times that's just the message that I am sending
The end is never close it always just the beginning, We're all winning!
So I know my journey has just begun!
Mom and I  are doing fine now and we're living well.
Oh yeah....P.s your only son

-Dougie simps
They say when you cry while you write, it the most powerful stuff people will read. This was my hardest ever. Wrote it a year ago, needed to escape a forgive a man who is part of my imagination...not my life. I thank him for life...it easy to be a dad..it's a privilege to be a father.  Enjoy
Dolly Balou Jan 2018
"Go have a breakdown since that's all you're good at"

He doesn't realise the weight his words have on me

Words that cascade with force into my entire world

Tunnel vision showing only him

As a target

Revenge is bittersweet
Much like the black coffee, dark chocolate, and gin that I love

In hindsight revenge never does cut it

Because I never use a knife

Instead my revenge is in the form of removal

It makes no difference

.

Words

That's all they are

Yet they're as sharp as a double edged sword

One side is jagged, the other smooth

Both cut

Deep

Wounds left etched through my body

Scars running like war paths over my entirety

Does he gain pleasure by putting me down?

Does making me feel worthless make him feel strong?

Or am I simply a woman who hasn't evolved past the hindrance of emotion
CC Capie Sep 2011
Ive still got your hands locked around my throat like a noose and its cold
cold as summer rain when spring breaks
there is still frost up in the mountains for gods sake
and when i hear you sing its like whatever heaven is supposed to be breaks
and holds me in its celestial proverbial arms and rocks me gently
when you sing the vibrations shake my soul and resonate deeply and completely
and you let all your vocal chords ring out in beautiful chords
that i try to play on my guitar but they always sound flat
and this old hat that i wear on my head seems to travel more than i will
as its been to brazil and i thank roger for that
but i digress cause the point is to say
when you sing it brings me to a place i only dream
and it seems that with each breath you take
it makes my heart quiver and shake and break into a thousand pieces
but it only takes a crescendo to bring it back together so please sing for me baby
i know your register better than you do so please sing for me baby
when im old and grey and beatdown and blue i will remember you
i will remember you as one thousand melodies carrying through the trees
i will remember every word you said to me but I will remember them as a song
blowing down the streets on cold winter mornings and hot summer days
through the hallways and alleyways
on the highways and freeways
syncopating with the hum of my tired engine
running on fumes and memories of afternoons and evenings listening to you sing
so before you go one last encore
one last song to ease me into my cosmic core
as i lay on the shore of the great south bay
like it was on the first day and like it will be on this the last
sing me something slow but with fast parts that catch me off guard
like the first time I heard the pixies in my bestfriends backyard
something that will send chills down my spine and relax my mind
to solidify this truth that to me is self evident
as my energy is spent i need to hear you sing your song
in this place that was always tuned to so different a key
please sing for me baby
please just sing for me baby
chris Jan 2016
passenger seat in your beatdown CRV

1 am

70 down the interstate
left hand in yours
your flannel in my right
pressed against my nose
something is so reassuring about your aroma
and it's not the cologne you spent
a weekends pay check on
or the same deodorant you've
been using since the day i met you
but simply
you

you smell like home
and overtime i'm in your arms
for those minutes that seem
like forever
when i close my eyes and my face
hits your chest

i'm no longer

homesick
-o.c
Crucifix Jul 2019
Kiss me cyberlight andromeda. Twist salt and sea to fluorescent foam.
Her gaze can rubble rocks, sand sandstone, and grind granite.
Lamplit soul where did you go?
Cold clandestine callous kindness broke my beatdown bladed bleeding beating broken heart.
Like the hot hollowness of furnace fire you lift white iron from my head. Steel the sterling silver sword song of sorrowful saints singing soft sonnets into sunless summers. such a silly sin we now suffer for.  
Forlorn lore long lost, like lighting lingering little and limp lashed against the locked lonely light of tinder embers and the soft glow of days end.
Tomorrow torrents torment of tidlewaves, tornados, tempest. Thoughts of thorny thickets thrash thunderously turning tides of mind to thicker thoughts of trepidation.
We sail on.
Just rambling about how amazing this girl is. Never stop searching for love.
nihiliti Jun 2018
teeth and scissors
slicing and grinding--designing
downfalls of detritus
deemed gross by us
stamped and sealed in blood
the typical shumck
undone

beatin' a beat on bones
breakin' skulls and ****
bemoan piteous tales of sorrow
wish it was different--don't
it's not
and it's nevermore


backroad backstories
backtrack to simple dreams
crushed inevitably by
me
by you
by this boulder in cosmic
volumes of nothing
n o t h i n g

so beat
or be beat
break so you don't
breakdown on the downbeat
beatdown downtown
the show of the modern world
with smog and **** background
ground down into


our raw, exposed blend of horrible

It's (nothing)





personal.
"...my teeth are swords..."
"So there's this guy right hahaha and he takes a selfie with my kid while the mom's turning the kid against me right??? So I confronted the gentlemen nicely and quoted "So you takin' a selfie with my kid?" And he responded "Yeah, ***** so what I'm his daddy now"...so after he said that I reached in the trunk of my Tahoe and got this nice wooden duct taped bat...and then I try to get a response out of him but I couldnt hear him over crying and the bashing of my Louisville Slugger hahaha...rest well ***** rest well in hell
Never **** with my kids ever and the police can come to they'll catch these sluggers as well...but I wanna apologize for not killing you the right army way hoooooah you *****........"

Now that my homie got my back quick to jack
This ***** ***** how you figure you can step to an OG ****** is phony
In this game **** shame light a flame
To a cigarette makin' silohuette to those that try to threat
My gun range sicked sadistic head twisted
Like a pretzel a ****** pass homicidal strikes brainwaves like a tidal
Layin' dead as the videos go viral spiral
Into another dimension you see my demons lynching
Guillotine heads for no bread love of the bloodshed
Even though they all dead my tactics vulture bred
Everything you red is classified to the Feds
But leechers get beatdown instead slick as Fred
Dawn of the dead til the day I wed
Death as my wife no live boundaries unbounded
Wisdom profounded yo CM I see youll die drowning
Playin' tricks but I ain't clowning Strong grounding
Artillery grunt catchin' the pounding
As patrol ya destiny as a rover
Soon to crossover No love for this ***** *** brother so I'll bash his head in with my gat and my other slugga *****


Yo i got sick ****** on my mind nine times outta nine suckas who step outta line ?
Touchin' on the flat line with a broken spine cuz I'm
Crazy in the membrane take a snort of the cane
Or Mary Jane things ain't the same
Its Killed or be killed bodies chill once I  lay my picture reel
Flashin' signs of ****** eyes saprized
By my guns that rise blazin' like a fire clench to pliers
Clutching your heart the higher
The rate gets I'm standing over tall  mauled soldiers
I been to iraq so I'll flex the gat black gloves with no love heart made of stone put my bone
In ya momma ***** ***** stepping to my kindred
That's a no go open up ya sand capsule
I'm here to baffle til ya shells crackles  welcome to hell's tabernacle suicidal mission crazy jackal quick to axe you
Watch ya body hiccup and blood spit up
All over the concrete floor I adore war and many more
Have no fear once get a taste of ya fear year after year
My Panthers instincts creep slow so stay low
When I'm aimmin' my pistol led extended til ya flat like a dull pencil now the coroners stenciled ya body no other prefered the gat over my louisville slugga
Pearson Bolt Apr 2019
i nurse a cup of lukewarm coffee
as i sit on my front porch step
and watch the storm-clouds
close like fingers tightening
‘round open throats, strangling
sunny spring without so much
as a moment’s warning.
Florida rains
can come instantaneously—
blundering suddenly, unbidden
and entirely unwelcome.
the thunder sounds
of dolorous doom
as gloom returns to smother
the afternoon in its shadow.
lightning bolts jolt
me back to earth,
ripping me unceremoniously
from languid daydreams
of you and i camping
in the wilderness,
traveling cross-country
in a beatdown Jeep
with nothing but joy
to keep us company.
i empty the mug
in overgrown grass,
swiftly turn my back
on black clouds coalescing.
today, i fear i cannot bear
to watch the world weep.
Onoma Jan 2
a shore is pushed back--

into its raring cutoff.

its lungy dunes, flounder

on their relative sides.

castle walls keeled even.

fishtailed, as glassy calms--

sparkling with the tidal floods

they down.

--do ripples betray oceanic age?

no.

a flower girl that suddenly tears

out a beach umbrella--does.

she whirls it till a beatdown desert,

throws off its color scheme.

there, there are people--which notice:

sand-sea-sky...become divorcees of

Blue.

— The End —