"bribing" poems
please don’t touch me
she said looking at the floor
because while it may seem like no big deal to you
to her, your hands feel like bugs crawling beneath her skin
invading the comfort of her own body
please don’t kiss me
she whispered turning away
because even though she is in a relationship with you
consent still needs to be renewed
like vows to keep each other safe
from the demons of assault
please don’t force me
she begged as she laid beneath you
because a woman is taught that her clothes can’t be too revealing
and her smile can’t be too friendly
instead of teaching men that **** is horrible and no means no
please don’t push someone for ***
because ****** assault is not always a drug induced nightmare or a physical force holding you down
it can be the manipulation or the bribing
the begging or the crying
please don’t forget
it’s not just about ***
it’s about who is in control
and who is controlled
the owner and the object
we are all equals
it’s time to treat us as such
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
There are 1,013,913 words in the English language, and not one of them describes how I feel about you, about us.
I used to say you were my strawberry jam, my little preserve that I would lay and spread on the table each morning, and I would lick my lips and say 'my God isn't she magnificent'.
I was your hero, your savior, your Christ that you had at Sundays Eucharist, and thank God you did. You dissolved in my mouth like that little piece of bread called a body but you tasted of everything instead of nothing, and **** me for thinking of you instead of God, thinking of you as my altar as I said 'hail Mary' and I worshiped you like a school girl with an orange full of candles in her hand, and for that God will **** me. He will **** me to hell but I don't care as the Universe lives under your tongue and everything I had ever dreamed of was right there in the right hand corner of your mouth.
You were my Wendy, darling. You stuck a thimble on my heart and said now you can never hurt me. But you did. We did. And the never of Neverland drifted away like a ship sinking into the sky, enveloped by darkness, smothered by a torrential rain of tears that washed away your fears that we were perfect, as there's no such thing as perfect when you can see your heart in the mirror with a target fixed to its center,
There are no words to describe how I feel about us. I still lift up my shirt and see your name inscribed on my chest, I still wake up and transcribe the words you wrote on my breast. I still touch myself up and think of you bribing me to undress. I still think about us.
If I could re-write my world to involve you in it I would. I would leave a piece of the jigsaw for you to carry around in your pocket so you knew you always fit in the world some where. I would make the sun rise each day through your window so you knew that life was worth living, that life was worth living when you were so what I am saying is I am forgiving. I am forgiving those days you swore at my reflection, and that day I slept on the sofa till three in the morning chain smoking till I was choking, remember? You said 'what are you doing' and I said I was in a smoke straight jacket and I was dying. You went back up to bed and I started crying. I am forgiving myself of those days I lay in bed just sighing. I am forgiving us for not trying.
But most of all, most of all, I am forgiving us for lying.
There are not enough words in the English language that can say I'm sorry like I am.
Or that I want you to move on. But I don't want you to move on.
Or that I want you happy. Because I want you happy.
I want you happy.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Bling Shop
Afro Brothers
proprietorship
buyin and sellin
filthy lucre
of down hard
Gat packin
Gangstas
on the down low
throwin down
fallin hook
line and stinker
just a bunch
of lil fishies
wigglin at the end
of golden chains
its all about
the bling baby
all about the bling
"I pity the fool"
saith Mr. T
the potentate of
soul and gold
who ain't
down with
the cool jewels
of righteous
B Teamers
arrested by
the silk rope
of glitzy discos
bribing bouncers
with an
earnest Jackson
to *** rush
the vanity faire
of bumping
A Listers
Or was it
Def Jam
Buddhas
minting
coin on
MTV?
exploiting
misogyny
and ghost
face killas
NWAs
slugging cases
of Kristol
blowing
fat spliff
smoke
up the *** of
Phat Farm
kids in
the hood
shooting
silver
bullets at
the man
takin baths
in tubs
of fifties
lighting up
with crisp
C Notes
rollin
through
life
in black
Escalades
its silver
spinners
twisting fast
round
corners
where
being cool
went blind
and
Coolie High
homies
still tip
a sip
for the
brothers
who ain't
there
Today
its all about
the raised fist
of power to
the P Diddy
fighting
the power
of the people
as leggy
Beyonce
warbles
songs
for the
posse
of a
Libyan
Dictator
whose
blood
money
pays
a cool
mil
cover
for a
New Years
Eve
tune
Its all about
the bling
baby
All about
the bling
baby, all
about the
bling.
NY Hip Hop
Gold Express
Best Prices in
Trenton Since
1997
You Tube Video:
Gil Scott Heron
Ain't No Such Thing As Superman
Trenton
2/25/11
jbm
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
If you know the tale of El Chapo,
You know then what will befall
Even the person who's known as
The most famous drug lord of all.
Exporting more drugs to America
Than anyone else in the past,
El Chapo lived like a king
On the millions of dollars he amassed.
You didn't mess with El Chapo.
Woe betide you if you did!
Not only would you suffer,
So would your spouse or your kid.
Back in the 90s El Chapo
Found himself in a scrape
And landed in a Mexican prison,
But he found a way to escape.
A protracted stay in the slammer
For him was not in the cards:
He bought his way to freedom
By bribing the prison guards.
For thirteen years El Chapo
Evaded capture and hid.
He kept up his shady dealings
While trying to stay off the grid.
Authorities in Chicago
Gave this man on the run
Notoriety as Public
Enemy Number One.
In 2015 the drug lord
Was back in prison again.
This time he fled through a tunnel
Dug by some of his men.
One day marines closed in.
They thought they'd caught their man.
El Chapo held a child
In his arms as he ran.
Soon El Chapo got sloppy.
No one could catch him, he thought.
Alas, the marines tracked him down.
Back to a cell he was brought.
Now the Americans want him.
Extradite him, they say.
El Chapo will be an example
To show that crime doesn't pay.
So, say good-bye, El Chapo,
As you sadly wipe your tears.
We hope you like your new home;
You're going to be there for years.
Yes, say good-bye, El Chapo,
To your Sinaloa Cartel.
A maximum security prison
Will be your new citadel.
- by Bob B
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
We all want to be satisfied
We either want love, or a crazy fix
We may become addicts, of chasing passion
We just want dying relief
Bribing, skeeving, scheming
The intense eye stares
the smiles
We are all disturbed
"You ruin it for the rest of us"
Players that are part of a team, that don't want to play the game
Relative stereotypes
Lesbians
The endless hunger
for something satisfying to the tip of your tongue
and back of your mouth
Drug use, drug use
One night stands
Can you humble me?
Follow me into the room
repeat
Waiting Waiting
Hoping Wishing Wanting
Stepping up towards me in the road
opened door
hug hello, a familiar desire to hold her
closely
Blink of an eye
cooking cleaning love making eating dreaming conversing
Blink of an eye
You're no longer there.
Cuddle up with Jokes in the night
Cradling him in my lap
Intense heart thumping
breathing in and out
he is pouring
Wishing Waiting Away
Yearning Grasping Needing
Helping Solving word by word
Holding hands, second chance
Bonding loving hugging warmth
extra annoyance coming and going
keeping attention so much pressure
bounded by love, attached at the
lungs
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
It was the end-of-year exam
to qualify for the prestigious
Top Class at school
and with his paper
spoiled brat Tommy
handed in a $100 note
to his teacher and winked with a whisper:
*“A dollar for each point, Sir;
I know all about percentages”*
The next day the teacher returned
the papers to the students
and marked bold on
spoiled brat Tommy’s paper
was: 40%
And the teacher pointed to a $60 note attached
and he said with a wink and whisper:
*“That’s the change, Tommy -
a dollar a point, yeah”*
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 8:45 AM UTC
Betrayed
Belittled
Baking, burning between battles.
Blundering, blustering
Begging by bribing.
Bribing by begging.
Best?
Bottom.
Boastful, bragging baboon.
Bye.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 9:15 AM UTC
All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing.
Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be
Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children.
Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it.
Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently.
For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family.
Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over.
However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands.
Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals.
Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo.
Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom.
Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly.
Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry.
Never neglect the notion of nice.
Optimism overcomes others opinions.
Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities.
Quietly questioning their quality.
Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant.
Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation.
Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured.
Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
Creases cemented in skin of ages,
bending forward ratcheting wrinkles
piled like a car crash, systemically dried
routing for moisture moguls, malfunctioned,
marked measures of time spelt skin attack,
pillowed ruts run deep, prolonging
their birthmark, plumping....out on a date
with new age spaces yet to be filled
Sarcasm streets, filching frowned brows
suns' stolen chastity, lifting out brown
messages spotted at random
grey mandarins, juiceless, bribing
to be heard, a manifesto hidden,
shrivelled prunes wallowing in dried skins
reaching out for the bottomless custard jug
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
Love isn't on a white horse
With a Knight in shinning armor
Gallivanting through daisies
And beating the odds against
Countless demons and foes
Love is her curled up next to me
Fueled with an anger over
Something I said two weeks ago
But she still decides to turn around
And tuck herself under my wing and forgive
Love isn't meeting someone
At a party and after a few
Drinks and chasers deciding
Heading back to my house
Is a brilliant idea
Love is feeding me peanut butter
And trapping me inside for the night
Just to play piano for me
Closing the windows and locking the doors
Blocking out the world for a while
Love isn't money coming from
An over fed wallet
Handing me cash whenever I please
Paying our way into each others hearts
Bribing love and lust
Love is tangled hair and
Mustard stained sweat pants
With a baggy shirt and no bra
Kissing me like I mean the world
Because to someone for once I do
Love isn't fighting every night
Tooth and claw
Using every past mistake as a bullet
To fill the chambers of
A gun forged on hatred
Love is rubbing my back when
My anxiety swallows me
And she lets me cry in her car
Because it's a safe place
For her and I
And I know Love for a fact
Is perfect in every imperfect way
And love will tolerate all my panics
All my stress and all of my
Self hatred
Because Love is laying right next to me
And I know I love Love because I think
The sun shines out of her ***
Even when Love is mad at me
I love Love
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
Amidst endless cyclones
I kept moving with
dreams in my eyes,
Without stopping
Without bending
Without tiring
I just kept walking
Unerasable
Unstoppable
Always moving..
I heard voices
Crying
Shaking
Calling
Shouting
Yelling
Bribing
Always
Stopping
!!
But I kept walking
To achieve my dreams
I moved forward
Upon
Unknown roads
Unknown twists & turns
Unknown crossroads
Unknown hillocks
To achieve the impossible
To set an example
Filled with positivity
in my heart..
Telling always it's
Attitude that's important
I kept moving
Unthinking
Unbending
Unstoppable
!!
Sparkle In Wisdom
Dec 2018
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
I've been watching elderflowers bloom and die
all summer
been living in the cupboards of this house
like a scavenger
The cats due to their immense independence
come and go
I try to convince them not to leave me alone
calling and bribing
If you sit on the bench by the door you'll hear carhorns
vaguely distant
I shut my eyes and pretend to live in a dream world as
reality hits me
And I bury myself in the grass and the blossoms
smelling dewdrops
as I pull my fingers trough the soil and the gravel
I wrap myself in solitude
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:24 AM UTC
She’s the end but still not the aim;
All the paths lead to her, may be with different stops;
Though she is unstoppable, will come and is inevitable;
Colours of life draw us away from the truth, diverging our thoughts;
The god of death! Unwelcomed, in spite of being god;
Worshiped! but, prayers are request to delay his arrival!!;
Life and death differ, being known and unknown experience;
As we love life why not to love death?;
Death alone makes person alone, exploring the unknowns;
Death alone ends the curiosity of her being unknown;
Is she the end, and all the worldly secrets would be revealed?;
Or is it an invitation to another world, which then to other?
Spells on her perceivers, realise it her arrival, stopping it on the last stop;
Some worship, some do good, a few remain same 'ignoring it';
Bribing god, trying to avoid painful end, a few 'challenging it';
Other few confident from outside, inside hoping little bad to be overlooked;
People memorising their past, impart their suggestions;
"No point doing this, at this point you will feel all unworthy" says olds;
"We command the whole world, he is commanding us" feel young;
A few analyse correctly and shrink their sack of mistakes;
She treats equally, every living thing, over social discrimination;
Forgetting the end, gathering luxuries, she will apart them!;
Time will make us soil, mortality is thing we will experience;
Our ideas, deeds if useful enough, will be used and remembered;
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:43 AM UTC
The great equalizer
stood by the bed
watching his laborious breathing
and the pain quaking the emaciated body.
It's almost time.
No more layoffs to increase profits
lock-outs to break the unions
hidden caches to avoid taxes
mergers and acquisitions
under the table payments
price fixing, loan sharking
no bribing and extortions
no naive women to exploit
The great equalizer
stood there watching
with pity and loathing
patiently waiting
The end of the line.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
To Protect the flowers, thorns do grow,
In midst of many beautiful birds, there is an ugly one, a crow,
To oppose a beautiful word - Interest, a word exists - Bore,
For happiness, arms are wide open, but for sorrows, we close all the doors,
There is always a complicated question and an unsatisfying answer,
One has to learn not just dance but also bribing to be a great dancer,
May it be Love Or Hatred, associating in some way, will be pain,
For just the matter of ego, irreversible actions are done, in vain..
Why is it so..?
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
eyes are bursting
(insert adjective here) feeling has found me again
this time I was careful to hide far enough away beyond fields beyond highways beyond everything I once was
..but it found me anyway
deep footprints in snow that hasn’t even arrived yet
streetcorner calls my name (straight up after Tunney’s)
bright lights of a (not even on a) corner store
I remember staring so long, sitting in that cold apartment
6am sitting on that cold kitchen floor by the heater
because that was the only place that was warm
& writing poetries until I knew I was done
those moments are buried so deep - (or at least I thought they were..)
six feet of memories pushing metaphorical nails out of their coffins
my mind has to intervene & immerse questions,
coax them to retrace fumbling steps
bribing my own brain w/ promises
best kept under locks & keys..
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
I will pray for whispers in shallow mornings
and rivers that run in the sand formed by a salty salty sea.
Praying for the birds to swallow you up,
whole and uneaten as of yet, but ready to be dissolved by any acid anyone chooses to dissolve you in.
I will pray at the steps of the sky,
and go and follow it's steps into the night,
praying the whole time universe lead me home, even though you are as lost as i am
I will pray deep and dark in the night time,
a prayer that is almost crying, but not quite there,
for my sisters and brothers and sons
who I have never met.
I will pray silent, and loud,
With all the different kinds - crying, screaming,
quiet alone, begging, bribing, hoping,
dreaming,
waiting, loving, guilty asking,
All of these prayers, all different, all mine,
all true, thank god.
Amen amen amen amen.
We agree.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
Hey my Suffolk angel,
Eyes of a dreamy hue,
Haven't heard off you for ages,
Thinkin' of you too true.
As I go through the movin' stages,
Wantin' to read my pages,
Can't bare these silent phases,
Where is my ‘how do you do'?
Oh no! you're not forgettin',
Our laughin' and our walkin'?
Please remember our fun talkin',
And the kisses I laid on you.
So how has been your week?
Is the weather still so bleak?
Can't tell you how I still seek,
Your hug my sweet honeydew.
I'll leave this rhyme I'm ‘scribing,
The gods I am a bribing,
‘Cause my heart is all a sighing,
With this song my tongue a-grew!
Have a good day ‘my dove Emily',
Kind hellos from ‘your Lee-Bee',
Awaitin' the time when I see thee,
You know I would die for you.
I hear the birds a tweet,
Dreaming of you so sweet,
From top to your delicate feet,
A more beautiful vision than any I knew,
Did you fall from the sky so blue?
I truly do adore you
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
You say you're fine
yet those moods of intentions lie
Your eyes are turning into
two black holes
Alone you can die
You say you don't need help
Just when I heard the demons
bribing you to take a varied step
So I summoned the angels
to help you my friend
You showed me your bloodstrings
telling they're beautiful
telling they're cool
Honey, the trend is making a fool
Everything is mad
You always say that
when you're sad
After all you never say to me
Honey, I just needed you to stay
In this cold arctic sea
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
What is real life like ?
always mistreated, always misjudged always sad the cause of her pain was not us or others but someone whom she accepted to live her entire life with, whom promised to cherish and share the good as well as the bad times, a happy ever ending full of love and prosperity , now take off the happy , love and prosperity and replace it with sadness, hate and misery
Not very encouraging isnt it , when you are meant to live your entire life with that person , a life that was supposed to be defined As comfort and love, but instead you live it with those 3 words How do u think it will be? Oh u hve no idea because if you havent been thru it or seen it by ur eyes u will never believe it or feel it , u will be smartly convinced that it is not true but just some arrogant young lady who's complaining about her life, a life that must be a dream for many others ... When you live in a world where bribing is the basic method for bringing silence and what i mean by silence is the unfairness and prejudice,
bribing is not always by money as many others believe , it's more of brainwash. Now let me continue the sad ever ending story
For this life every new day becomes worse than the past ones, more terrific, horrific and catastrophic, when you are young ,you are more pain tolerant and patient ,you may be kind and forgiving but as u start growing older all of those qualities start minimizing creating the whole problem because you become unable to control your feelings, fears and nerves , but it's also when everyone starts blaming you for mistakes you have done in the past while forgetting that they were the reason to all of that, being forced to accept this pain and asked to be courageous and strong for those kids but what really counts for them is not the wellbeing of the kids as much as their own wellbeing, consequently creating a silent volcano that was waiting for nothing but a little move to explode .
Neeza.❤️
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
It's frantic but soothing,
Romantic but brooding,
The Whispers of the sky that whirl the clouds,
Whisp within the broken hearts,
Profound melancholy,
Our yearns,
The perpetually tragic night earns,
Thus the moon shys away,
Bribing the clouds to have it's say,
The clouds form the quit to free the moon from its guilt,
Hiding it away,
But I hope to see the moon as clear as sun,
Who knows it's worshipped,
Spilled into words of praise,
Whilst the moon sighs in envy,
Eluding jealousy a tale so refined,
Forged within sorrows it steals the light,
Wishing for the sun to set so it can have it's rise,
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 10:53 AM UTC
"You dress like a ****
Yes, I can see it crystal clear now.
Mum, you were just jealous. I said it. Jealous.
Because my lips were crimson and it stung
your eyes. And I had charm, guts, cheeky grin.
All you never had.
"Go to the streets and sell yourself, you *****
I. The ***** Because my top was tight.
And the hips you gave me, swayed when I walked.
"Your **** is so fat, look at you."
I wore what your shame was as pride. And the feline
liner didn't help with the disgust on your face
That disdain you never tried to hide.
You tried bribing me with labels encrusted in gold.
In return for behaving the way you want, the good girl
"I spent so much on you, do as you are told."
Put a price on freedom, and told me it's how it works
No happiness can be bought with less than six figures
was your motto.
I was the anomaly in your schemed life
your controlled perfection, calculated to
hide the anxiety that hung loose. I yielded
to pleasure, you clung to your fears for your
life. So you snatched my breath, locked me up
to comfort your devils instead.
Cooking, cleaning, putting porcelain in place
Dusting, wiping, my every move was timed
"You should do it all, it's all your duty.
I did it all for you, now you for me."
I can see it now, I was no different to your
Equity funds and market shares. If I dip down
the streets and venom would be my end.
You didn't love me Mum, yes I said it.
You loved the idea of the
perfect daughter you controlled in your head.
Good. Innocent. Obedient. Nice.
I am sorry, Mum, but a bird gotta fly
Not to be suffocated, wings snapped, in a bed of lies.
So if you wake up one morning,
Don't ask me why I am gone
The way Dad walked out, 15 years ago, on that day.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Swimming through the mercury
Bribing your eyes to stay dry
Ears are ringing
The Devil, whispering
Promising things you know aren't true
But you believe him still
What else is there to believe in? Not me.
It doesn't really matter
The mercury will **** you first
But not before your soul is frozen
Forever in toxic blue
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC