"boosh" poems
You’re dumber than a person that dose “smack”
Every day you just chill and choke yourself out
You say you’re happy with your life
Truth is you’re more messed up than then the dude on the fifth floor
Yeah “cloud nine” is nice and “high”
When you crash and burn don’t expect me not to say “I told u so ha-ha”
Just the other day I told u “you don’t have a heart” you give it away to, to many people
I’ve changed my life like a new book
Opened a new chapter
You’re not in it (let’s read)
I can be a real witch! At times I don’t take boosh anymore
Got a new life in front of me
Focused on me this time
I have many chapters in my life; you just were one of them
I’m finding the main point in this new book and guess what it isn’t you
So when you find out what you lost I’ll just throw up my middle finger and let the index finger follow “deuces”
PEACE ***** have fun with your messed up life HA-HA-HA!
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
I can't think of a poem to make,
I have no more ideas to bake.
My brain is jammed, it's just so stuck!
I think my poetry skills are running out of luck!
Oh no oh no oh no, gotta think of something quick.
If I think to much harder, I'm gonna be sick!
I can't give up, but I might have to soon,
If I sit here to long I might look like a goon!
Then, boosh! boom! An idea popped in!
I felt a tinkling feeling go up and down my skin!
I started to feel happy, and really great,
'cause this poem I'm pretty sure I won't hate!
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
He skulks around late at night, all hollow
innocence to swallow, beast within burns
his fire - demonic Dorian Gray, an infinity
of void, reflecting through mirrors of lead
The blood is the lifeforce of the words, it flows
it's the rhythm that keeps on flowing, crimson --
Lifeforce within, flowing, like rivers in some
******* babylon, baby, pregnancy of the earth boom boom
vampire bite, what a fright, burned eyes boo boo --
trapped in this zoo, man - caged beast, man.
Every man is a caged beast, controlled and
tied up, flawed creature, bashing head against the bars
and poets? They are the most flawed of all, dreaming of
escape, no hope, scraping the claws against the wall.
Red crimson lifeforce flows, big bang bachelors
drinking in noir nights, feeling the fright of the
big girls against the ceilings, their dreaming lips
which siren lust and *** screaming in the night
siren. Bountiful **** *******
Sirens of *** burning in the night, hemp smoking in
the corner, drink more, smoke more, **** more, feel more -
red - red - red - red
blood / blood / blood
Give it in, keep it burning in your veins, through the heart
that brain, it needs something to keep on ticking
like the grandfather clock, tick tock tick tock
feed your **** red crimson moon, find a girl
treat her right, be tight with the devine
that feline moma won't wait around forever
so don't expect her too, just treat her right
be tight, and hold her in the night, out of sight
nebula dreams with your love, sozzled right.
Wasted and burnt by your eyes.
Seal her red within with your tears of divinity
and bleed for her too when you need to.
Red, like the colour of a rose,
or at least the bleeding of a moon.
Bada bing, bada boosh.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC