"chaser" poems
We were misfits
the neglected ********
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.
Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.
We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)
We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium
A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple
A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains
A poet
Is Poetry
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Gabi.
Nang una kitang makita.
Ikaw yung matingkad at nagniningning sa madilim na parte.
Sa may kubo.
Nakaupo.
Ikaw, alak, at sigarilyo.
Lumapit ako.
Dahan-dahan, para malaman kung alin at ano.
Kung bakit nga ba sa dinami-dami ng tao,
Bakit sa’yo ako dumiretso.
Gabi.
Ikaw ang unang nag-salita.
Ngumiti lang ako, habang nakatitig sa’yo.
Tila may kabog sa dibdib.
Hindi maipaliwanag ng bibig.
Tinanong mo ako kung naniniwala ba ako sa diyos.
Sagot ko ay hindi.
“So, atheist ka?”
Tanong mo na may halong pag-dududa.
Sinagot kita. Sabi ko, oo.
“Tayo na ba?”
Ngumiti ka at tumawa.
“Sige.”
Biro-biruan lang.
Walang palitan ng “mahal kita.”
Nag-palitan lang tayo ng numero.
Sabay sabi “nandito lang kung sakaling kailangan mo ako.”
Lumipas ang ilang araw.
Hindi na tayo nagkita.
Minsan, nag-uusap sa telepono
Madalas, hindi kumikibo.
Minsan, magpaparamdam.
Madalas, parang wala lang.
Minsan, nariyan lang.
Madalas, wala lang.
Gabi.
Nang tayo’y muling magkita.
Sa harap ng bahay.
Sa may kalsada.
Nag-usap ang ating mga mata.
Ikaw, alak, at sigarilyo.
Tanda ko pa non, magpapasko yun. Laseng na ako.
Madaling araw na, tara sa dagat, ligo tayo.
Mga alas tres na yun.
Tapos nag-inom ulit tayo dun.
Sa likod ng pick-up truck.
Sa bote na ng Jim Beam deretso ang inom.
Walang chaser.
Kasi wala namang habulan.
Hindi naman tayo naghahabulan.
Gabi.
Pang-ilang ulit na ba?
Akala ko biro lang,
Akala ko lang pala.
Yung joke time, tila nagiging seryoso na.
Natatakot ako baka bigla na lang ‘tong mawala.
Pero sa t’wing magkasama na,
Lahat ng problema’y nalilimutan bigla.
Kita ko ang ngiti sa mga mata mo.
Madilim man ang paligid,
Maliwanag naman sa piling mo.
Gabi.
Hindi ko alam kung saan magsisimula,
Kung ano ba ang dapat sabihin,
Yung tama lang at hindi makakasakit ng damdamin,
Pero bago natin tuldukan,
Bakit hindi muna natin simulan sa kama,
Kung ang ending ba natin ay parang sa pelikula,
Yung masaya o tulad din ng iba, yung hindi pinagpala.
Pero maaga pa ang gabi,
Hayaan **** mahalin kita ng lubos kahit sandali,
Pati ang mga galos at sugat mo,
Yayapusin ko hanggang sa maghilom at mawala ang sakit,
Dahil kung may pusong mabibigo,
Gusto ko yung hindi sa’yo.
Kay hayaan na lang muna siguro natin na gan’to,
Pag-sapit naman ng gabi,
Ikaw pa rin ang uuwian ko.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
No one likes the truth when it's not watered down.
Without a chaser.
When it's said too loud.
No one likes good news with a dose of bad.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
dear chaser,
you had only one goal and yet you failed,
after all the chasing, how could you
leave so easily?
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
I will contemplate my boredom today, it's terrible,
I must dedicate my actions to something ethical,
So I'll go agitate all the photo chemicals,
It won't automate, it's not a technical miracle,
I will be the chaser of an adventure to set out,
To steal a stack of photo paper someone had left out,
Took it from "The Enticing Taylor", stole his photo clout,
I'm no hater but you better remember to take out,
Your **** when you are done in the dark room...
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Cutting out for a day.
Ducking into my room, my bed.
Thigh highs and a big tee.
Hair down, slow motion.
Everything easy.
Blaring arctic monkeys in my little room.
Smoke a pack, burning close to my lips.
Nicotine chaser to my
Otherwise closed-door emotions.
Stronger.
Add jack and green green Californian.
Glass eyes and a twisted tongue.
This is what the young are running to these days.
This is what I want to do,
Just have to find a way to be alone.
Can't wait for this,
For happiness.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
I was told by my peers that letting my voice be heard was preferred, yet they say the words I speak are absurd
What's the point of freedom of speech if my words still have a safety lock. The day I will be happy is the day I find the key to chains around my throat
I don't want to drown in this ******** but just stay afloat. if I always wrote by putting my pencil on paper, why does someone else have to be my eraser
I am a chaser of dreams and a speaker of my thoughts. I will untangle the knots that they keep tying. I will preach my beliefs even when I'm dying.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
**** why did you come to this dance
with a mask on? Why not the tin man
and his rainbow girl? Why not Racine,
his hair marcelled down to his chest?
Why not come as a stomach digesting
its worms? Why you little fellow
with your ears at attention and your
nose poking up like a microphone?
You whig emblem, you woman chaser,
who do you dance over the wide lawn tonight
clanging the garbage pail like great silver bells?
4.7k
Straight Shooter
with No Chaser
Tell me
No Lies
Kind of
Communicator.
Pom Pom swinging
Rah Rah singing
From the front
Back
Or Side
Proudly Cheering.
Spirit Lifter
Mood Shifter
From low
To high
With
On time Laughter.
If things get crazy
Or someone comes against me
You got
My back
Quick
You're my one man army.
My Partner
My Friend
©Tina Thompson
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
You just turned 14,
when you tried to get your life together,
'had a dream but no motivation..
I was your best friend,
well that was all I wanted to be,
but then I saw your name in every constellation..
Well do you remember all the things we did last summer?
You said you'd never forget, all the good times..
You taught me guitar in that 5 seconds left of summer,
you are the best thing, that should have been mine..
Let's skip to Autumn when you made a Birthday CD for me,
yeah every now and then I listen when I can't sleep
you fought the monsters in my nightmares like a real dream chaser
and said you'd always be there,
well back then i swore you were a promise breaker
But I just fell out of love,
so how could I fall back in again?..
'thought **** sure that i weren't good enough
for you or him or her.. 'not good for anything but
Do you remember all the songs I wrote that summer?
You told me you were impressed,
by my 'cute lines'
You played guitar in that 5 seconds left of summer,
and just like a fangirl,
I danced to that all night!
And I remember all the things we did last summer,
from random trips to the park,
to late night heart to hearts
i bet you regret it every night giving me your number
'cause i called you all the time,
and for you i prayed hard
But I also remember that time,
when I called you that night,
and told you everything,
'said it was 'love at first sight'
and i waited so anxiously
as you were searching for the right reply..
.. I broke down right in front of you
'cause that's what i do best..
but i remember what you said,
I still play it back again in my head..
You said;
'I remember all the songs you wrote last summer,
And from then I guess I was overwhelmed,
but I know we'll be fine..
So don't feel awkward 'cause I'm willing to move forward with you,
And don't beat yourself up,
Oh please stay strong this time!'
Hold on, and never let go,
play back the songs,
and let the good times roll!
You're now 16,
putting all the pieces back together,
but there's one piece missing,
and that piece is still mine ;] <3
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
I stand here
Open, with every thread of security within me unwound
The bitter words upon my tongue have been swallowed
Rendering a vacant mouth dry
With all the world ready to spill from me
With every tear contained within
I gaze at you in silence
(So is that alright?
Take it from me, rip it from my feeble fingers
Don't steal it, don't take it for yourself
You've "lived a charmed life,"
haven't you?
Don't lie to me, don't uproot the little truth
that I seem to know
Skirt chaser, ******* womanizer
Great to know that I was only points to score
in the game you play
So is that alright?)
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
All about who I am
Truthful
In-love
Fun
Favorited
Amazing
Natural
Youthful
Graceful
Open book
Lovely
Dream-chaser
I am tiffany gold and im proud of who i am and can be
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down,
Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs,
Love in her gear is slowly through the house,
Up naked stairs, a turtle in a hearse,
Hauled to the dome,
Comes, like a scissors stalking, tailor age,
Deliver me who timid in my tribe,
Of love am barer than Cadaver's trap
Robbed of the foxy tongue, his footed tape
Of the bone inch
Deliver me, my masters, head and heart,
Heart of Cadaver's candle waxes thin,
When blood, spade-handed, and the logic time
Drive children up like bruises to the thumb,
From maid and head,
For, sunday faced, with dusters in my glove,
Chaste and the chaser, man with the cockshut eye,
I, that time's jacket or the coat of ice
May fail to fasten with a ****** o
In the straight grave,
Stride through Cadaver's country in my force,
My pickbrain masters morsing on the stone
Despair of blood faith in the maiden's slime,
Halt among eunuchs, and the nitric stain
On fork and face.
Time is a foolish fancy, time and fool.
No, no, you lover skull, descending hammer
Descends, my masters, on the entered honour.
You hero skull, Cadaver in the hangar
Tells the stick, 'fail.'
Joy is no knocking nation, sir and madam,
The cancer's fashion, or the summer feather
Lit on the cuddled tree, the cross of fever,
Not city tar and subway bored to foster
Man through macadam.
I dump the waxlights in your tower dome.
Joy is the knock of dust, Cadaver's shoot
Of bud of Adam through his boxy shift,
Love's twilit nation and the skull of state,
Sir, is your doom.
Everything ends, the tower ending and,
(Have with the house of wind), the leaning scene,
Ball of the foot depending from the sun,
(Give, summer, over), the cemented skin,
The actions' end.
All, men my madmen, the unwholesome wind
With whistler's cough contages, time on track
Shapes in a cinder death; love for his trick,
Happy Cadaver's hunger as you take
The kissproof world.
3.4k
Solomon indulged
In the witchcraft of poetry
The magical rites of nature
He broke the yoke
Of wasted hopes
And became a woman chaser
Words form spells
The seeds of dreams
Dark verse light
The earliest memes
Songs of songs
Building grace
Magic is attainable
In the Poet's case
..........................
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
You can be the peanut butter to my jelly
You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly
You can be the captain and I can be your first mate
You can be the chills that I feel on our first date
You can be the hero and I can be your side kick
You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split
You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'
Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry
Cause your the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two
You can be the prince and I can be your princess
You can be the sweet tooth and I can be the dentist
You can be the shoes and I can be the laces
You can be the heart that I spill on the pages
You can be the ***** and I can be the chaser
You can be the pencil and I can be the paper
You can be as cold as the winter weather
But I don't care as long as we're together
Don't know if I could ever be
Without you cause boy you complete me
And in time I know that we'll both see
That we're all we need.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 6:04 AM UTC
I'm just smoking my **** &
(spitting facts*2)..nigga..
Aye..(Smoking **** & spitting facts*2..)
/I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)../2
Smoking **** & spitting facts..
/Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
I stay (smoking **** *2) & spitting facts
/*2..
Spitting facts..
That's what I stay doing man,Yeah Aye....just
(Smoking **** & Spitting Facts*2)..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2)....& smoking **** up..Yeah man
The real is back , we been here, we never left, we just evolve man, evolve yeah to bring death to all the fake rappers, Yeah ***** I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2)..Ayo, I'm on my gangsta **** Ayo I need me a platinum grill, what up DJ Drama. We need to collab, & do a mixtape real quick..,Aye I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts..,*2)..Aye I don't want no drama or any problems homie, I just want to get my cheddar, I roll alot of marijuana Yeah so what man, but I also tell the people what's real Yeah man..
I'm bout to get so many **** bands, so much that I gotta throw some to the fam, Aye.shit, I might throw some to the fans,..Aye man, I'm bout to cause so many problems ***** like Ol ***** Bastard,Aye..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts*3)..Yeah man..,my ***** turn on the fan, its so much **** smoke up in the air that I'm starting to lose breath, Yeah I smoke awesome,.. I smoke on that dope, that choke,Yeah ***** that potent..while I'm rhyming to improve society not impress it..
Yeah I'm smoking **** & spitting game to the youth man..Let's get it..Aye..
Aye..(Smoking **** & spitting facts*2..)
/I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)../2
Smoking **** & spitting facts..
/Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
I stay (smoking **** *2) & spitting facts
/*2..
Spitting facts..
That's what I stay doing man,Yeah Aye....just
(Smoking **** & Spitting Facts*2)..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2) & smoking **** up....Yeah man
Mufuck a opinion, when all I rap about is the truth my nigga,..I be spitting facts, so Talk yo **** be a critic man, Imma be a hustling young ***** Yeah a hard worker, a go getta, a goal digger, A dream chaser..Yeah,
I be spitting facts while these other rappers be spooning each other..Sodom and
Gomorrah type **** ..they fooling the people, but yall dumb ***** don't wanna listen to what's real,..so be it..Imma still rhyme this same way..I know I can Spark the mind up of a future revolutionary leader mane..Yeah....Aye
I'm
(Smoking **** & spitting facts.. Spitting facts, Aye*3)
I'm the best MC in Atlanta since Outcast,.. Yeah the biggest fish, so if the industry trys to hook me, Imma drown their ship..I'm a Outcast of this world no fallen angel..Im my favoritest artist , Young Ston he be going so **** hard, Yo he be (spitting facts*2)..Aye, I'm smoking on a doop, 2 in 1 dawg, King size cone, while I'm writing scriptures..Aye..Yeah..Uhh
(I'm smoking **** & spitting facts*2)
Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
Uhh,..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts*2)..
Yeah (spitting facts*2)
I'm just smoking my **** &
(spitting facts*2)..nigga
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
72 hours in
I'm giving serious thought to
drinking the Listerine.
The ***** is it's citrus flavored.
I can't even rinse with that toxic concoction, let alone swallow it,
but I'm running out of options.
I finished my other MacGyvers--
the Nyquil was first to go,
followed by a Dimetapp chaser
(the cherry,
not a refreshing grape-flavored one)
and a shot of Wal-fed
that induced indigestion.
My kingdom for a belt of whiskey--
maybe a snifter of ***
You know you're bottoming out
when you wax nostalgic
for drunken days
when soiling yourself was justifiable
due to your general state of disarray.
I'm the **** that adheres to the bottom of the barrel—
******* in the shower with my shoes on,
pants removed as a cautionary measure.
Not that life can get worse;
nothing trumps waking up miserable,
sore,
jobless,
alone,
queasy,
woozy and
drooling uncontrollably
and lacking ***** to blame it on.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
♡
I really dont know what it is
but I love a cuddly, curvy man
I'm definitely not a fan of six packs
and love a stomache that I can grab
~
arms should be sturdy and strong
also scattered with **** dark hair
the strength can be wrapped around me
to show how much he cares
~
I've noticed, men with the 'extra layer'
usually have great legs too
this is definitely a bonus
and so is a size 12 shoe!! ; )
~
So all you men out there who worry
about tightening up your belt
bring those love handles over here
and watch as I just melt
♡
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
fickle day
leaf-chaser squalls
end-of-summer molt
‘white bellies’
the dry gale has begun
pick and claw
limited feeding & foraging
beam winds, warps
and tides
the dry gale has begun
swimming legs
swimming legs
where is bottom?
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
The best mistake I ever made
Was opening that tattered black book
There I sat in a pub
On a mission to forget the world
6 or 7 drinks in
and a bartender all to happy
To pour what ever the roulette produced
thumb, thumb, flip
flip flip
Stop
Category is shots
To the new friend next to me
"why yes, I am to get **** faced"
"oh, you came here for just an occasion"
"well dear sir if you are brave enough next ones on me"
"Hot **** he exclaimed
As I close my eyes and say a silent prayer
I slowly count 4 pages
and place my finger on the page
I call Gwendolyn over and request
With eyes closed the item of my demise
***
She cried
"I love ya but I won't do that to you"
I slurily open my eyes and focus
MEXICAN BLACK JACK
1 part tequila
2 parts whiskey
151 floater
"Double Shot"
I think out loud
whats a lil' ta'kill-ya?
vhiskey? bah.
151 it's just a floater ppppssssshhhhhhh
After a few minutes of convincing
With many a hoot and holler
From my new friends
She takes my keys and reluctantly agrees
Even kindly offers me a chaser and some limes
I will not forsake the liquor gods
Ever get a whiff of turpentine and diesel?
Well that could be gardenias compared to this.
I sit in silence sniffing it
eyes closed lapping at it with my nostrils
I look over at my new buddy
"well chuckles it's now or never ready for this lil' endeavor?"
"Well **** he muttered "I'm a man of my word"
"to life" I exclaimed
head back as that little bit of ******
started it's course
over my tongue into the throat
(why are my sinus' burning?)
don't breath boy
(you know better)
don't
you
eyes pop
and just on cue
flame ever rendering flames
I'm not blind
I'm not blind
I'm not blind
ok I was just squinting
really hard
I look over and my new friend
is now drinking my free chaser.
my game my pain...
Hey Sven leh's go again...
It's a good thing she loves me
I complain to no one
if she hated me I don't think I'd drink here.
2
hours and
4
shots later
I needed a nap good thing the loo was warm
I salute you Sir BlackJack and when I call your name
It's never in vain
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 11:56 PM UTC