"classifies" poems
A gentleman is a guy who'll treat a girl right
But s thugg only wants to hit it for one night
A gentleman is romantic and sweet
A thugg is only nice to get in the sheets
The gentleman will open his lady door
And address her by her name of dear
A thugg will leave her and even more
But they say they bring a lady to cheer
A gentleman is faithful
Thugs are ungreatful
Calling girls ******* and hoes can be hateful
Thuggs are winning
Gentlemen are losing
The **** keeps lots of girls choosing
A gentleman dresses professional and neat
While a thugg sags and eorks the streets
You choose which one is best
Which one will win and put other to rest
A gentleman classifies me
But which one would yoh rather be
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Do you ever come across that feeling of melancholy?
When you’re going too fast on that midnight trolley
Your head starts spinning in unfamiliar directions
While you’re left there, looking for defections
Do you ever feel like you aren't enough?
Everyone thinks it’s all a big bluff
But deep down inside you know it’s true
The whole world around you starts to turn blue
Do you ever feel that obligation?
When in school you want certification
Gaining the card that classifies you as
That one guy who is cooler than jazz
Do you ever feel pressured to fall?
Into a love in which you can’t call
A pointless relation clouds your mind
Pushing you farther from what you might find
Do you ever feel like you try too hard?
To fit into a jigsaw, but instead bombard
Looking for a clique that suits you best
Coming to feel like you’re better than the rest
Do you ever feel like you can’t be found?
Lost inside your own impound
Deceived by self-inflicting thought
You continue to feel even more distraught
Do you ever just want to run away?
Leave behind your past and go astray
Forget the life you lived at home
And elsewhere discover a new throne
Do you ever feel like life is a game?
A game in which you can’t come to claim
The honorable title as the winner
Settling down for the same old dinner
Do you ever wonder if you’re treated unfair?
You live thinking that you cannot bear
The dreadful thought of being singled out
Making you want to scream and shout
Do you ever feel like nobody understands?
Like you’re the only one stuck within the strands
Trapped inside an ignorant state of mind
Only to come all this way and find…
That you were wrong all along
It was all just a mixed up song
These steps you take throughout high school
Turn you into some kind of rotten fool
One day you will come to see
That it was all part of the journey
You’ll take it in and walk down your path
Knowing that the worst of the wrath—
Is over…
-David Rombouts-
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Do not let growing up in the streets define you as a person?
You are older now and don’t need to talk the street talk and slangs.
Educate yourself to what you can be, not what you was.
I do not want to be defined as a street **** or a ghetto rat
But as a person who has learned to talk properly and has
Left the streets to the streets.
Because I do not have a college degree does not mean
That I am an illiterate; it just means that I did not pursue my education.
No one has to be defined as low class, trash, or ignorant.
Because you are born in the hills does not make you a hillbilly!
Or born in the swamplands does not make you a swamp rat!
Titles have always been given to every ethnic group, such as
The Hispanics was spicks, the Irish – miks , the Italians as wops
Or guinies and the blacks as ******* and so on down the line.
If you are one who likes to use titles on others, then there is
Only one title that you can use.
“HUMAN BEINGS” which classifies everyone.
I want you to stand proud, because you are a HUMAN BEING
Made by GOD, and he doesn’t make garbage.
Learn your own self-respect and others will respect you! DON’T BE DEFINED!
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
I know my name as it is called again
there is a cold and bittersweet ring
every time someone calls for me
the heat may be missing as it had flown
from your mouth so many days
but the shackle of that false name
has fallen to the floor before us
slowly I will learn it's meaning
and discover how it classifies me
but I will render the name you uttered
in that precocious way you had,
useless
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
The One Word that should be Stricken
(My Opinion)
I work for a company that has a contract with a major corporation with more than 1200 employees, which consists of a diversified, ethnic population, none of whom I would ever consider to be a "minority."
"Minority", is a devisive word. It catagorizes, classifies, demeans, degrades, and at its worse, creates and enhances prejudices. If "All men(and women) are created equal", then the word "minority" should ride off into the sunset.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
Have you ever looked at something
for so long that after a while you
start to see every flaw and mistake there is in it
A young teen girl looked at herself in the
mirror too long while doing her hair
in the morning and after a while
of looking at herself all the girl could see was a red, puffy
eyed, tear stained face looking right back at her.
People seem to worry about
if they have big thighs,
too toothy of a smile, or messy, wild
hair that is impossible to tame.
Others may think that if they have glasses or braces
it classifies them as nerds or geek,
which makes them feel, unloved, unappreciated and
even more self conscious about themselves and everything they do.
People try to change themselves so they
be what others want them to be,
so that they fit in with the right social circle,
by doing this they turn into plastic, like barbie doll,
they do what the leader says and feel that they
can never speak up for what they feel.
People are just taking others insecurities
and using them as a tool to shape
their own perfect friends, or what
they think a perfect friend is,
but they think it is the outside that counts,
but its not its the inside,
yeah everyone might not like the same stuff,
or go for the same team,
and fight every now and then,
but someone you can rely on is someone that doesn't care
if you have a thigh gap, big teeth, crazy hair
or what size you are, if you have a pimple or pimples.
A true friend finds beauty within you not just on
the outside but the inside.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Part of persons character
that has a genetic origin
Engulfed in the chromosomes
What defines us
What classifies
What makes us differs
Jackson
Hey son,did you see back there
Six ,you dribbled past these opponents and the stadium was in uproar
Like an antelope running from predator
And 2 goals by half time
Your thrilling moves and moonwalking dance
In celebration
Your DNA match your grandfather, he was a legend in his time
Rehab
"Hic hic"poor daughter of mine
Hiccups of cheap liquor ,lazy waek body
Puffing,stripping and cracking
You are a shame
You have become a shareholder of rehabs
The DNA of your mother still thrive
She went to another life
just because she couldn't survive
Mike " Mic"
The drum beats for the rhythm
The violin takes over to rhyme
Mike for the mic sings a popular local song
That the audience sing along
"Even his daddy was like him,I liked his "DNA don"song!" Paul his father's friend exclaims
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
I’m not sure how much longer I can ignore the feeling in the
pit of my stomach whenever I talk to you.
I keep showing you too much of myself,
much more then I have shared in a while.
I haven't even felt you skin pressed against mine
and you almost know as much about me as my past lover.
What classifies “like”? When is it considered “love”?
I have a bad past with these words,
but can never seem to forget them.
I still remember the nights I found myself
sprawled over a toilet seat in my own home.
Choking on the memory of stranger’s empty promises.
Spitting up bile because of my inability to distinguish
between lust and love.
Will the time come when I don’t fear myself
longing for someone else’s touch?
Let me know if you have another, call me if you need
just a body.
I would be lying if I said I didn't want to be
used by you.
For now I'll be okay with only the butterflies
that arise every time you enter the room.
I just want to stop waking up on the cold
bathroom floor filled with only regret
from the day before.
I've searched too many nights at the bottom of
patron bottles for something that resembled
the feeling I get when you’re by.
Treat me like glass when I act
like rubber.
Don't run away when you bleed from
one of my sharp edges.
Feed my happiness with your laugh
and secrets.
I apologize for all the days I’m sad,
it’s a recurring mood in my head.
I’ll always be here for you,
even when you're sick in bed.
Pile your distress and worries on me,
the weight is harder to carry than you think.
In return I'll cry easily in your arms and
won’t hold anything back when I speak.
Don't raise your voice because your words
will only ring twice as loud
when I replay them in my head at night.
When it all ends another part of me will crack,
but I will never ever forget all the memories we had.
Your light touches will never resemble the smoke
embracing me in the dark.
The butterflies in my stomach won't be the same
when I'm dangling over bridge ways.
Your lips don't taste like grey goose and cranberries.
I'll have to keep reminding myself this
every once in awhile.
I hope you don't cope with loss the
way I do.
Anxiety filled blue nights will soon
resemble clear skies.
Once again,
love will pass over my eyes.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
what is it about
small talk
that seems so small
and what classifies as
big talk
or something in between
it seems that even the
small talk
impacts our lives
and likewise
big talk
sometimes never does
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
in this life fwoah dream destroyed the demons by saying "the magic number is three" aka the livin, aka boz the destroyer, my son's, favourite number. i heard them all blow up like some wild firework display all around the earth for about a month.
you know it's a demon when they start offering you a contract from behind some kind of wall. the trick is not to say anything in response as even saying 'go away' classifies as 'negotiating' which means they can carry on harrassing you. if you do not respond to the offered contract they then have to redo all their maths and offer you a new contract which they will repeat four times - usually the numbers involved stack up behind the name of the new contract which they will repeat 4 times and usually involve the number 4 and the number 7. if you still say nothing they have to leave you alone for 24 hours. expect them to get angry if they have to offer new contracts as they have to work out all their new numbers.
demons were originally fallen angels that bartered for peoples souls. this was all to do with peoples good and evil points which they could trade, but the demons became more and more evil and it was a silly idea anyway to barter with your soul.
question - when do you say the magic number is three if speaking to them classifies as 'negotiation'
the answer is you may say this after you have ignored them for an hour and then they will go up in smoke.
the only other thing you need to know about demons is you can only become a demon if you have *** with one.
why i am posting this? it is useful information if you are being harrassed by demons and i think everyone should know what to do.
why does saying "the magic number is three work"? the demons can't survive the goodness in saying 'the magic number is three' after all the evil they have done with the number's 4 and 7. remember words are very powerful things.
Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 11:29 AM UTC
What classifies as a panic attack?
Maybe it's the breathing that escapes me when I think about the past, the future, but most of all, the present.
Maybe it's the horrible thoughts that stampede loudly through my head begging to be written out onto my skin.
Or maybe it's the inconstant shaking that decides it can be controllable only when it doesn't have to be.
I miss my little self.
She didnt panic over words, not like I do.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC