"ccs" poems
REHAB
MY PARENTS WANTED ME TO GO TO REHAB
BUT I JUST SAY NO, I HATE REHAB CAUSE IT’S WHERE CRAZY PEOPLE GO
CRAZY PEOPLE WHO BASH PEOPLE UP, FOR BEING THERE OWN PERSON
CRAZY PEOPLE, WHO GET UP TO MISCHIEF, FOR GRAND LARSON
YOU SEE MY FOLKS WANTED ME TO GO TO REHAB
BUT I SAY NO, THEY WANTED ME TO GO AND GET BETTER
BUT I SAY I AM BETTER OFF AT HOME
SITTING ON MY COUCH WITH MY ART AND COMPUTER BY MY SIDE
IS WAY BETTER THAN GOING TO REHAB
TO SEE SOME BIKIE RIP THE TV OUT OF THE WALL
I HATE GOING TO REHAB, CAUSE I AM NOT THAT SICK
YOU SEE ONLY NERDS GET BETTER, AND I AIN’T NO NERD
I WANT TO STOP BAD THOUGHTS, BUT I CAN DO THAT ON THE COUCH
I DON’T NEED NO MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONAL TELLING ME HOW TO ACT
I DON’T WANT TO GO TO REHAB, AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME
I HAVE MY OWN WAYS OF REFORMING MYSELF RATHER THAN LISTENING TO IDIOTS IN THERE
THE ONLY ****** I AM IS A YOUTUBE ONE
AND I IF I SEE ANYONE FROM THERE, I SAY I BETTER LEAVE THEM ALONE
AND THEY WILL COME HOME, TO TELL ME THEIR PROBLEMS, AS IF I CAN HELP OH ****
MY PARENTS WANTED ME TO GO TO REHAB, BUT I SAY NO
MY LIFE IS SITTING ON THE COUCH WITH MY TAPESTRY AND COKE AND COMPUTER, OH YEAH
AND NOW, A SAILOR WENT TO SEA SEA SEA, TO SEE WHAT HE CAN SEE SEE SEE
AND ALL THAT HE CAN SEE SEE SEE, WAS A PACKET OF CHEDDAR CHEESE CCs
AND BRIAN ALLAN YELLED OUT WHERE’S THE SALSA, MY DEAR BOY
MY PARENTS WANT ME TO GO TO REHAB AND I SAY NO
REHAB IS A PLACE FOR LOSERWS
AND I SAY NO, I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY COMPUTER, OR MY ART
JUST TO GET YELLED AT IN REHAB, NO NO NO NO NO
THE ONLY ****** IN ME IS AC YOUTUBE ******
I AM OBSSESED WITH YOUTUBE AND MY ART
IF YOU WANT ME BACK IN REHAB, YOU CAN GO AND KISS MY ***
CAUSE I HATE REHAB, WITH A PASSION, DUDES
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
The buzz in the air, you feel that, feel that?
The tuxedoed men gonna deal that, deal that.
And now that you're here, the show can begin
Turn the lights down low, and the get the disc to spin.
The ice starts meltin' and the floor gets hot,
This parties gonna start whether you're ready or not.
The seat over there, Sit in it, sit in it,
Take a step back and watch while I'm spittin' it.
There is no need to untrust us,
Stand over there and watch while I bust this.
There's no way to get into it,
Close your eyes feel the beat and get intimate
Rotate your thighs and breathe in the sin of it
Rotate your mind, get high, keep on spinning it.
Stop...and watch while it gets into me
The musical blocks unlock and make a synergy.
Said ready, steady, everybody get low,
And the clubs get sweaty and we're ready to go.
The air's getting heavy and hot and you know
There's blood lust worse than Jaws and Cujo.
Light the place up, it's covered in kerosene,
The white's all over your face, oh, how embarrassing.
The lines all over the floor, there so pretty,
Take one sniff and you think you're so witty.
I'm a bomb, I'm blowing up the club now,
Can't escape the beat 'cause you don't know how,
Gonna move your feet that's all you know how,
Gonna feel the glow, the blow is so wow.
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
Yayo brings me up so I stand up and then
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
The powder knocks me down so I stay down and then
There is no need to untrust us,
Chopping the blocks, but there is no justice.
Just lustless symmetry
Closed my eyes 'cause the haze, it has enveloped me.
Shut my eyes and clogged all of my arteries,
I love the blow so much it is a part of me.
You said this had turned into my enemy,
But musical clocks tick-tock the beat right into me.
And that's not where I get all of my energy,
Jumper cables hooked up to A and D.
And don't forget the CCs in DC,
I got twenty more CCs left to inject me.
High flying humans
Set straight to zoomin',
It's spicier now then curry or cumin,
So full of life and we're only just bloomin'.
Believe in the hype if only for a little bit,
All that we need is white a just a little wit.
The worlds right here if you can unriddle it,
Play the last song and one more if it'll fit
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
Yayo brings me up so I stand up and then
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
I fall down, but I get up again,
The powder knocks me down so I stay down and then
La cocaína is no good for you
But the pony's still buckin', imma ride it through
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
*You know it's just Mischief,
whispering his own feather
tipped voice through your lips,
setting you inside a bushel of roses
testing your thought process
and waiting for you to get pricked?
You know that right- Hey, kid!
Hop down from that fence
We can't have you acting like this
Don't you know want to know the feeling of home?*
**Yes, I'll go.
I'll know.**
Maybe soon but not now.
In my imagination of perpetual rhythm,
They administer poems intravenously
We are a part of our own systems, shouting
I've no need for your Thorazine!
In my imagination of perpetual rhythm
She needs three ccs of words unfinished
And yet hopeful remedies, more like prisons,
Leave my hands from the rebellion
With no choice but to idle.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC
ENTRETEJIDOS
Gota a gota
fluye un río,
palabra a palabra
crece la humanidad
en su nido.
ADALBERTO.L.NÚÑEZ
Ccs 07022010
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 3:58 AM UTC
DESIGNIOS
Andante brisa
caminos y encuentros
respiro aire
ADALBERTO.L.NÚÑEZ
Ccs 10012010
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 4:01 AM UTC
There's always that one person that will always have your heart. Yeah your definitely that one for me.
Do you remember how it used to be?
How we used to stay up till 5 every night just to talk to eachother?
How we would always fantasize about what could be. About the things we wanted to do.
Do you still think about how we used to talk every minute of every day?.... We never ran out of things to say... **** I sure miss you. I still remember the first moment I thought I liked you. Two years ago.... **** babe You took my breath away.
Yes of course there was other guys that got my attention. Mostly ones others would classify them as perfect. But with you it was so much more, There was something about you that I couldn't get off my mind.
Before anyone knew about our mistakes, it was great. I loved everything you use to say. Even if it was about video games or movies it was okay. I didn't care it was still you and that's all that mattered to me.
Yeah we got into some trouble and they found out I thought it was the end I thought you might give up but you didn't. You came right back. You and me we acted like we didn't care we still stayed up late and talked for hours like we used to.
But we got caught again a few months later and now it's like it all wore off like everything that happened in those two years is lost. We don't talk anymore all those late nights are over... I hate this.
I wish I knew what you thought.
I wish I knew if you still felt the same way.
I still stay up but when I do it's only so I can think of you and what could be...
Just trying to keep myself from calling you.
**** I miss you so bad babe.
To me you were so perfect
It never mattered if circumstances in my life was going wrong cause you made me so happy.
Everything was right a long as you where only looking at me.
I miss you, I miss everything about you.
I like how you made me work for it how it wasn't just given..it was always so real and I never wanted to see us end.
And now no matter what I do something reminds me...
A catch if your sent in the wind my way...
An old txt locked in my phone of something you had said.
A song a show a movie it doesn't matter cause no matter what a thought always brings me back to you.
Even if I'm with another and I'm in his arms I still think of you he coul do everything right but it still wouldn't be you.
With you my heart was there everythig felt so right if only there wasn't that night that they found out maybe you and I would still be talking. If only.....
I would tell you this but if I did there would be no mystery
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
RESPIRACION
Desnudo el aire
que abriga
tu cuerpo,
respiro
el aliento
de sentir
ser en ti.
ADALBERTO.L.NÚÑEZ
Ccs 17092009
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 3:51 AM UTC
does the darjeeling settle at the poem bottom,
drifting, dropping to the base, falling from
the letters above, struggling to defy gravity,
how would you know, into my tummy go
30+ ounces of caribbean dark aromatic
coffee, tinged with mocha forming
skim milk, ccs, recorded and ordered
for final disbursement
both darjeeling and I, have r~aged older,
my poetry advances in a different track,
the tea will be drained, and the poet
regardless of position let new ones
puddle, huddling, sating the cup's bottom
awaiting further instructions, most likely
drain dying riverdrops, almagamating,
ready to shower the seekers nearby,
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC