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Brent Kincaid Jul 2018
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.

But things like writin’ readin’ and
Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.

Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either.
And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.

But things like writin’ readin’ and
Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.

Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either.
Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging
Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither.
So, folks can jess give up on tryin’
To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar.
After all, it was good enough for my dad
To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
asia Aug 2018
can i tell her tht
she was her.
i wanted
...her...
all of she!
i juss knew
she is
guaranteed.
to be w me..
her... she is
juss so beautifully.
...scrutiny...
eyes, nose, lips
& body... mainly
personality!
she is her
her is she
wow she’s so
carin..lovin
mainly
extraordinary.
i juss want her
to be with me
can i make you my
queen on saturday?
nvm.. i think
she’s has somebody..
sadly i thought
maybe it
was jus an imaginary
but now were friends..
and in the end
can i tell you tht?
she is her.
her is she

... i wanted her to be w me
a.l
Deadwood Haiku Mar 2015
we're the carin' sort
and furthermore, we don’t give
a **** who knows it
Deadwood haiku
Danielle Vanness Jan 2013
Mature in her youth.
Young in her maturity.
Oh, to be sixteen.

Growing old too fast.
But growing up too slowly.
Today: infinite.

Tip-toeing the line
Leaping 'tween the trapezes.
Balancing it all.

Aged so sweetly, loved
So deeply; she is a bud
Blooming in winter.

She is a princess.
High heels, a little black dress.
Face lit up with hope.

Bid old days so long.
She will dance alone no more.
We all go with her.

We all grow with her.
Ferrin McGinness May 2014
there once was a woman named ferrin
who got sick of the skin she was wearin'.
so she tugged on the zipper
and let the world rip 'er
in half so she'd finally stop carin'!
Santiago Nov 2015
[Chino Grande]

Ese I Knew This Ruca
She Was Deadly As Sin
Got The Varrio So Sprung
Everybody Would Hit
Without A Passport
She Would Enter The Zone
And Break-Up
What You Thought Was A Happy Home
Mis Camaradas
Would Fight Amongst Themselves
And Then She Touched Another Ruca
It Would Start With A Blast
And She Undressed
Hot Dripping Sweaty *** ***
And If I Spoke Out Of Context
Forgive Me Ese
But She Would Make A Grown Man
Forget Of His Wife
Or Maybe Send Him To The Pinta
For The Rest Of His Life
It’ll Make A Soldier Or Country
Forget Of Their Flag
While These Women Sell Their Body
For A 10 Dollar Bag
That’s Awitado
That’s What I Am Right Now
Cause I Seen Ya All Over People
On The Stairway To Hell
It’s So Explicit
What The Cultura Holds
But I Guess Ain’t No One Carin’
Till We Killing Our Own

[Chino Grande - Hook]

It’s Kinda Sad Homie
What Were We Destined To Be?
Just A Product Of The Streets
So We Die As A Gee
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
She’s Got Toll On Your Soul
Ese No One Really Knows
What The Future Holds
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Cause Our Kids Are Priceless
Like Emblem Dices
In A World Of Crisis
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It

[Chino Grande]

She Would Make A School Boy
Forget His Books
I’ll Make A High School Prom Queen
Neglect Her Looks
It Was The Money – The Power
Its All So True
They Had An Ese Draped Up
In Them County Blues
With No Visita
Or No Money For Tienda
Only Visions Thats Embedded
Through The Brain From A Letra
She Would Make Em Go Berserk
Toss & Turn As They Call
Six Days & Unfazed
Till They Shake & Rock
Fresh Out To These Streets
She was Part Of The Speach
Her First Name’s A Myth
Until She’s Closer Reach
And All They Thought About
Is How They Miss Her Now
She’s All Grown Up
From A Juvenile
Meanwhile
Now She Put Her Head In The Clouds
Even The ******* Men
No Longer Get Aroused
As They Search For Revenge
Through Their Arm Or Their Leg
The Government Sent It To Us
Created The Plague

[Chino Grande - Hook]

It’s Kinda Sad Homie
What Were We Destined To Be?
Just A Product Of The Streets
So We Die As A Gee
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
She’s Got Toll On Your Soul
Ese No One Really Knows
What The Future Holds
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Cause Our Kids Are Priceless
Like Emblem Dices
In A World Of Crisis
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It

[Chino Grande]

First 3 Is A Plead
Lord Help Us Please
A Generation Sprung Out
On A Deadly Disease
With Overdoses
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It
It’s A Sign Of The Times
But It’s Easy To Smoke It
Watch The Pipe Turn Black
Cause It’s Just So Potent
Make A Little Money
Young Kids Get Molded
Introduced That Ain’t Friends
Headed Straight Up Their Noses

[Interlude Dialogue]

[Chino Grande - Hook]

It’s Kinda Sad Homie
What Were We Destined To Be?
Just A Product Of The Streets
So We Die As A Gee
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
She’s Got Toll On Your Soul
Ese No One Really Knows
What The Future Holds
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Cause Our Kids Are Priceless
Like Emblem Dices
In A World Of Crisis
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It
Jeremy Betts May 2022
The risk of takin' time to begin mendin' a broken and frozen heart is it could stop its natural rhythmic beatin' at any given moment, without adequate warnin'
Matter of fact it's bound to happen like global warmin', that's the only endin' found followin' right on the heels of drownin'
Any other prediction goin' 'round is only white noise background sound of them denyin' and rewritin' facts, specializin' in turnin' backs and bold face lyin'
I constantly find myself suffocatin' in my own skin like it's a plastic bag grippin' my face, compression at the neck, not lettin' air in
Debatin' whether or not to go all in and fight this overpowered and undefeated depression with persistence and medication, maybe some meditation and self reflection
Or should I just go ahead and give in again, puttin' in little to no effort to change the end into somethin' worth strivin' for, will there even be someone there lookin' forward to me arrivin'?
This is not pretend or manipulation, basically I'm forfeitin' due to exhaustion and frustration, handin' over the rains, just givin' my inner demon the win
I'm sick and tired of bein' tired and sick, gettin' beaten, pickin' myself up just to start takin' the walk of shame back to some new beginnin'
Plus, spoiler alert, I already know the final boss battle in this surreal engine is just gonna be against myself, once again
Same as its always been, it's not about to start changin' now, no amount of trainin' or preparation' will stop this from happenin'
Like the programer guy and I are playing a side game of chicken, he's got nothin' to lose, I've already lost everythin' holdin' out for a win that's never comin', never a celebration
I'll die if I don't keep moving 'cause I can see the next hardship comin', it's ******' gainin' on me quickly and I don't have a remedy or solution so, tail between legs, I start runnin'
I'm noticin' the **** selection, nothing good comes from either decision especially if you're plannin' on bringin' logic in as part of the equation, it should help but it's only a complication
And I'm forced to pick a direction without knowin' the destination or what I'll be facin' or what's waitin' for me at the finish lines location
Even without an imagination as dark as mine you can see its a risky expidition with low to no expectation of finishin'
Hope diminishin' past salvation, straight to damnation and a bitter end
Death awaits every person ever born, he's never missed one and I won't be the exception, it's the when I'm questionin', on my knees prayin', shiftin' seamlessly into beggin'
In one hand I could win the battle that's ragin' in between my ears, lord knows I'm tired of listenin'
On the other hand I lose the war, therefore there's no reason for even tryin', no goin' back to the beginnin', no rewindin'
I'm left nursin' a wound that's turned into an infection and its quickly spreadin', entertainin' the thought of idle hand amputation
Don't need to be an open heart surgeon, it's already been broken twice and put on ice, I'll just rip it out then hold it up for all to see before it completely stops pulsatin'
The fixation has never been on fixin' anythin' but rather dodgin' any situation that'll get me lookin' within
Possibly havin' to acknowledge I might not be worth savin', is that me speakin' or my shoulder devil at it again'?
It's gettin' harder and harder to tell the difference, both soundin' the same, the blurred line causes confusin'
I know the notion of what I'm sayin' isn't easy to comprehend much less believe in
And that's the reason why I've bottled every emotion and set them floatin' out in the vast ocean
To keep me from bein' a burden to anyone but one person, you're lookin' at him and I lie and say it's workin'
I don't know what I was thinkin' not takin' this more serious from the beginnin'
It's been ruinin' my life's mission, runnin' up a tab of bad karma that I'm gonna wind up payin'
Stoppin' all forward motion by keepin' me frightened to the point I've given up on fightin'
The results are in and it's unsettlin', I now only seem to be nothin' but a punchin' bag for Satan and his legion
I'm startin' to come undone at the seams and it seems like no one's carin' but I don't know what else I was expectin'
I could've predicted that with precision like I have the ability to be time travelin'
Knowin' for certain what the future is bringin' but I'm just goin' off of every previous lesson that left a lastin' impression
But still not seein' the big picture, fussin' over the small **** like somethin' on the roof of my mouth I can't stop tonguin'
Wastin' precious time that I could've been usin' to at least soften the blow I know is creepin' up, comin' 'round the bend with the collection plate to put my fate in
But again, I can't stop the regression long enough to gain traction, a continuation of my downward trend, market value crashin', free fallin' with no parachute or safety net to protect my noggin
I don't give myself permission to feel anythin' other than self derogation
Sleep deprivation has my dreams fadin', countin' one sheep, two sheep, ****, the rest have gone missin'
I'm left pickin' myself up and dustin' myself off, brushin' my own well bein' to the side, out of sight, out of mind, keep it hidden
All lefts, no right to weigh in even though it's my life my thoughts are playin' with, throwin' caution to the wind
And now that I'm broken beyond repair I get tossed into the compost bin lettin' somethin' else grow from me decomposin'
A form of reincarnation at worst, at best, a place to finally get some much needed rest in'
I'm no longer invested in livin', hell, I'll even sign my own death certificate, give me a pen

©2022
ekaj revae Oct 2013
outer banks #1


down to the outer banks
where the water
and the dunes
reflect the wild east coast

we had to drive
to where its not commercialized
where the sand is actually
really occupied

ya gotta a dig a hole burn some coal
just to even eat a fish
grab a spear for a crab where the
shallow waters clear

ya gotta go, you gotta roll where
the old wind blow
ya gotta go, you gotta roll where
the old wind blow

watch your back girl
butter flies flyin outta your skirt
fly off the waves like dirt

were hidden out in the sand dune land
protected from patrol
by mountain sand

while the elders passed a joint
laughin, not carin and
so i soak it in
soak soak soak it in

cause you gotta roll, you gotta go
where the old wind blow

crabbin and a surfin
unknown land
im just campin out
and followin my dad

and camper dave
he's my other dad
we got the seafood
the surfers wish they had

so you gotta roll, you gotta go with the flow
where the ocean is remote
dont need no boat

its the best **** feeling
id ever had

cause ran around
the old wind blow


u gotta go where the old wind blow
so you gotta roll, you gotta go where
the old wind blow


you gotta gooo oh
where the old wind blow

my fears shall never be the same as thine
thy tears will never be more dry than mine
while heartache can't touch me at heart's recline
like death can't break me when just a new birth

my fears shall be, even to hurt a bird
or not to be there when love needs handin'
nor to want anyone remain unheard
for carin' all will be carin' my own

my tears will be, for not understandin'
my purpose of existin' 'ere on earth
for when this life will 'ave its endin'
i shall finally face what i 'ave sown

so these are some thoughts that i be livin'
not just some feelings i 'ave made my home
*

..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 01/03/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'

since I've got
into your lungs-
as a sudden
surprise!
this sweet
scent
lingers on. . .
late into the
non-twinklin'
humid night
hummin' 'bout  
our primal outburst
of raw desires -
delightful and determined!
not carin' for the rest
of the world -
let it cease -
for god's sake -
away!
along stray cats
and narrow alleys
& unfurl
somwhere else!
for your hard
passion upon my soft
skin. . . sang most
beautifully &
the desire's
splendour. . .
this luscious
lunacy
wouldn't leave
me 'till dawn -
this sleepless
inevitable
luminous
love grip

~
Written by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Lover
~
Matt Shepp Oct 2018
Webster’s dictionary defines 'jaded'
as “made dull, apathetic,
or cynical by experience
or by having or seeing
too much of something.”

Let me tell you about my divorce.
Left me destitute with no remorse.
Thought it was a match made in heaven
But how could it be when it was forced?
Three months living in a blissful hell
There was no way we could tell.
My wife left me, abandoned me
In our apartment by myself.
She said she didn’t love me anymore
As she walked out the door
She filed for our divorce
Using $200 I had saved up, of course.
It seemed like she unraveled my universe
And as if things couldn’t get any worse
She was pregnant with my daughter
And tried to keep me away from her.
It seemed like every day I was cryin’.
I didn’t even care if I was dyin’.
Pain was so bad it’s like my heart
was ripped out of my chest by a lion.
Yah, and it’s like...

I just got tired of carin’
And I just kept starin’
At my hands and my feet
‘Cause I got nothing in between
I am jaded
I am jaded
I wrote this several months ago. Originally, it was a rap, with a lot more to it. I wrote this to help myself and others get over the pain of divorce. Since then, I have healed, but perhaps it may help someone else.
Mercy B Apr 2013
No matter race,  creed, or  color
A brother is a brother,
    I must admit the mist ova ya eyes is
         Drivin me crazy
You say your sight is
To hazy.
        

       Crimson flowin thru us
          We all bleed the same
   Blood
           But you got on blinders you
         Can't see thru The flood.


         Being abused , mis-used and jaded
         Turned
               Something so    
         Simple
          Into something
           Complicated.


        Many out there all alone  
      Steady beat'in down  
    Their own soul
         Fight'in with themselves
   Not carin that
        That lives gonna be    
  The toll

Struggle'in thru this reality
      Addictions they must  
    Feed
Same restless cats be the Ones
       Don't even know there
     Own seed

         We need to open our eyes
        Start take'in charge of
      Our minds
       Right now we're search'in For an anwser
          That we ain't truely  
        Try'in to find

now this time of year comes again
how these darkest days may wane
'cause readin' through the website
one can't deny a melancholic side

seems that some turned off a light
the innerside deeply seated within
tryin' to burst out with all its might
instead kept secretly unflourishin'

although it's easy for outstanders to say
many a people causin' themselves pain
tho feelin' lonely isn't on them to blame

just wished it didn't have to be this way
by reachin' out 'n' carin' for one another
'n' by gettin' rid of any unknown names


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/03/1437
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'

thy leaves now fall in such beautiful ways
leavin' a bed of browns, yellows 'n' reds
right where i sat underneath thy shade
protection 'n' comfort ye always gave
calmin' 'n' soothin', when at thee i gazed

thee my definition of life itself
'ave witnessed all, but in silence ye dwell
thy wisdom at pace, ye remain thy place
but 'ave ye not bowed for The Glorious Grace
so earth ye'll protect with thy carin' beds

for this cycle of life, thy sacrifice
is metaphorically just as fine
if only we could talk 'n' able to
understand the realities of our truths

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 26/02/1439

'a (pentameter / freestyle rhyme scheme) Sonnet'
Juan cortez Oct 2015
Always showin up with potent Love
If my **** was this strong I'd huff n puff
Its so smooth , not a bit of rough
Decisions that left me in complete stun
I know that I won't always be young
But we can always recap and re-run
I like Living in The presence of love
Learning from the lessons is tough
I see us in future days
With the same spark ,
My soul is in complete flames
If it gets hard.  It'll never stay dark
My intention is to stay carin n caressin
Flarin n progressing
Light hearted n free Love
Just Don't let opinions deplete us
Will age and life make us lose sight of what we say we desire ?? Im not scared , just curious.
There must be the difference
b/w imagining & seeing --
the things we...
feel & touch, by its all means.
Watching pretty young ladies,
but not so pearl kind of gurls,
Wearing blue jeans with holes in soft knees.
Without carin' of their age,
re-considering 'em 296-BABES of Boulevard Valenciennes.
Some standing by the pole...
Some walkin' down La Pigalle streets,
perhaps, there must be the difference
b/w reality & elm of dreams --
the things we feel & touch or kiss & love, in betweens.
Always showin up with potent Love
If my **** was this strong I'd huff n puff
Its so smooth , not a bit of rough
Decisions that left me in complete stun
I know that I won't always be young
But we can always recap and re-run
I like Living in The presence of love
Learning from the lessons is tough
I see us in future days
With the same spark ,
My soul is in complete flames
If it gets hard.  It'll never stay dark
My intention is to stay carin n caressin
Flarin n progressing
Light hearted n free Love
Just Don't let opinions deplete us
jeffrey robin Nov 2015
.



It's a tired song

Passin thru

These

foolish days

///

Real heros are  abused

In favor of

The violent ones

( The holy fakes )


///

We hidin away


All we do

Is

Join in the masquerade

•       _•

I have come

Me and the 1000 friends


You can be here if ya wanta

( you know what it means

To be free )

////


sacred song



Sacred

Boys and girls


Replacing

the tired world


Every boy and girl

Returning unto

DIGNITY


<//>

We  stand in the center a town

Hey YE politicians

What's that dribbling out yer mouths ?


Yer MONEY

is all yer carin about

)(

We are free
We are free


//

All YE boys and girls

What do ya  think this is all about ?

CAN YOU SPEAK ?

CAN YOU TALK !

OR ONLY DO WHAT YER DOING

JUST

SHUFFLING ALONG

THE WAY SLAVES HAVE

LEARNED TO WALK ?

)(

Readin yer tired poetry

Wondering

If yer ever gonna learn ta sing




.
dennis drain Aug 2016
I see how they starin, mean muggin like im Carin
Rollin in the cars that there parents gave em bumpin ****** music an callin it rap tryin act hard
thinkin that cuz I walk around town dressed different that they got the upper hand
But who wanna fight?...  anywhere and all the time?
Oh yea its that white guy came from the lame j-town talkin bout how how hes in a gang.
does drugs doesn't give a **** but what was his name? Oh Dennis drain
So you talkin bout the white guy who can really fight loves that **** so much he wakes up  every time he's in runnin distance. And while you ******* pullin 9s he's runnin up killin wit bare hands
Paul Glottaman Nov 2018
I've got my still beating heart in my hand
and a deep ******* wound in my master plan.
Im heartsick from carin'
what jacket Melina Trump is wearin'.
I'm scared to death of the future
and wondering how big a suture
it's gonna take to fix all the broken
in this system I've lost hope in.
A beady eyed orange inside the Rose garden
preaching hatred and no pardon.
A cycle without warnin'
the American dream in mourin'.
**** scared of a media he says is lying
while the country he stole is dying.
And I'm supposed to nod and smile
but I want that racist ****** on trial.
From the seat of highest power
we're being told to cower.
I want my promised better tomorrow
where great change isn't followed by sorrow.
So, you racist old liar, tell me when
America is gonna be great again?
Dan Scott Mar 2021
Why should it matter, why should we care
It seems so insane, it seems so unfair
we judge someone by an amount of melanin
classify people by the color of their skin
I don't believe in race, we're all human beings
So I can't believe all the things I'm seeing
We are all different, but still all the same
So we divide over color, we're the ones to blame
Our leaders desire is to rule over you
Divide and conquer is what they always do
Spreading lies so we can hate one another
So we'll turn on our friend, turn on our brother
Say our differences are things we should hate
Instead of being the things we should celebrate
Content of charactor, not black or white
Should be the truth of what's wrong, or what is right
My brown skinned brother, my red skinned friend
My yellow skinned neighbor, god it never ends
Cause it makes no difference if you're white or whatever
doing right and not what's wrong is the true measure
Can't think of anything that's so insane
Like carin' about skin, instead of the state of your brain
Be kind to each other, show some respect
Some kind of sympathy, instead of neglect
I'm only responsible for the man that I am
Not for the sins of some far distant man
Who lived in a time to which I cannot relate
The time for truth is now, before it's to late

— The End —