"contemplatin" poems
The Dream-house isn't the same and Barbie doesn't wanna play anymore.
Barbie wears a painted smile but her heart is so sore.
Oh, Ken's just on vacation.
But Barbie is home contemplatin'.
Sweet Barbie, how could Ken do this to you? After all you two have been through.
Barbie, you must make Ken pay.
Ken must see the wrong of his ways.
Just wait til Ken gets home.
He'll regret all those times he didn't pick up the phone.
It's a new day in the Dream-house and Barbie can see Ken from the window.
There's a hatred in Barbie's bright eyes, but poor Ken doesn't know.
Barbie greets Ken with a hug and a kiss.
Ken said "glad to be back", but Barbie knew it wasn't her that he missed.
"Of course...so how was your trip?'', Barbie asked.
Barbie waited for his lie while she poured him a glass.
Ken explained, "Oh, it was great".
Barbie already knew what was up and Ken should be afraid.
Barbie handed Ken his glass before calling out his major slip.
Barbie stared contently while waiting for his first sip.
"You know Ken, you should always close your email", Barbie sighed.
Ken almost choked and his eyes got wide.
The jig was up and Ken couldn't hide.
Barbie began to laugh and even cry.
Ken's vision started to fade and h hit the floor. Barbie walked over dying Ken towards the door. Oh, don't believe what they say about life in plastic.
Barbie could tell you, it's not always fantastic.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
20 October 2011
Some things are so distant, hard to get
Just like people who easily forget
All through these years, little have remained
Of beautiful memories bleached 'n' stained
Standin' b'fore the ruins of the past
Destroyed by personal desires and greedy lust
Come fallin' off the ground like a raw fruit
Too young to nourish, cannot face the truth
I can hardly recall our comings 'n' goings together
Our beginnings 'n' endings scattered somewhere
Too much pretenses, void of true feelings
We're sour grapes contemplatin' for lost things
Stayin' or leavin' doesnt matter
It's a choice I've not decided soon after
This head hurts thinkin' too much
Some things are b'yond recall as old love is such
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
Years and years of messin'
Around in your bedroom
Have got me contemplatin'
'Bout seein' you real soon
Shit's so complicated
Rendered me a fool
But that's the price you pay
When you've broken all the rules
Struttin' down the sidewalk
Grinnin' ear to ear
Singin' about makin' love
The comin' of the year
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 4:24 AM UTC
*
ye know, nights have i spent contemplatin'
'bout all of those things life has to offer
'n' why many man do have to suffer
within circumstances aggravatin'
while for years now have i been questionin'
why on earth there is right 'n' why there's wrong
although there are some weak some very strong
was there ever some fault in reckonin'
now for some decades i do have wandered
upon provinces of hypocrisies
sailed oceans of corrupted policies
as every time all bein' squandered
honesty always been kept undefined
perhaps the unexplainable be refined
*..love always...
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 13/04/1437
**
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Heart is dark apart with marks of stitches from ******* who lies cut sharp.
I listen and still miss them but time heal and wishes , come true once glue fills in my heart can beat for two.
Im just looking and hittin depression with hooks an waiting contemplatin if times is already wasted or wastin while im pacin drinkin till im feeelin that im lossin control on my actions, facin my booz not havin a boo, talkin a slur waiting for a hey from her, but theres no her.Just me and this elixer cause I miss her, someone who don't exist but gives me a reason to vent other **** I have like tricks up my sleeve but these vents comin outta my left pit..
its a need to breath..
Vents from my heart and soul. feel im scuffed like soles, i can not center it all
i can not better this cold
I am just sick of it all,
im just bitter with aww, cute with a sensitive mind with an internal brawl.
Between good and demons who crawl thought of suicide in my head.
Puttin pictures of people i love into depictions of dead.
Wish it would go away,cause i dont have any lead,
I am the bullet, hollow in the head empty but only echos of shadow of what I could be.
Drift further and further away into the grey while I lay in bed
lookin at the cielin feelin some sorta way then going back to dreamin where its only an hour a day.
Insomnia strikes with a furry, as if I was the prey,as I pray..
My mind is primordial of a predatory intellectual state of mind,
im the predator but I have no time to hunt, I rather stray.
Stray away from the status quot , so i pack a bowl and light the stroll, i lack a home, but i rather to pray hov to keep the demons close cause they keep me on my tippy toes.
Life is a straw you choose to make it short, and abort cause you dont wanna be impregnated by wonder if you see the truths corpses.
Life hard to swallow like your throat was horse.
and stepped on by horses.
and burnt like paul walker porsche.
No remorse.
for the other other side, like split divorces.
By: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
3/22/14
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
I want to write a rap, but I don't think I got it in me
Kick it with my girl and marvel at our scars symmetry
I'm bothered by the ministry
Trying to tell me these churches work in synergy
Well I don't believe it
Take a priest as a slave, lash out, and beat it
While I'm contemplatin suicide, getting more heated
Having conversation with cold eyes where his severed head is seated!
I **** with Jesus!
Frowning upon his subjects for their tattoos and their body mods
I Speak with more sin than the ancient priests of Babylon
While I babble on,
I'm purely evil,
I'm sitting with a ****** rifle, perched on the steeple
My rage burns at a higher temperature than Jet diesel
Been festering inside, nursing it like it was fetal
Now I feel it's time for societies upheaval
I'm fully loaded
A poetic god ready to separate the broken from the chosen,
You can try to warm my heart but I assure you that **** is frozen
Take the first shots, Breathe in, line em up in my focus
Not anything escapes from this area that I be scopin'
I'm homicidal,
I'm on my set quest to rid the pests of false idols
Don't you move Mr. Preacher Man, I'm aiming for ya vitals
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Oh this is a confession,
From my empty heart,
I don't love you,
Anymore,
You aren't even my *****
No, You are nothing,
A friend, worthless, without meaning,
A couple hundred miles away,
Never to be nearer,
But what is this,
I don't want to be alone even still,
You cheated on me, broke me,
And even then, I didn't feel anything,
It will never be the same again,
I tell you this, and you know,
But still you stick around,
I tell you I'll never feel anything romantic for you,
Probably ever, and still... you won't leave,
And I can't keep myself away...
Why?
Because even still,
With all you did, and all I said,
All I've felt, and not felt,
through all our dysfunction,
And our respective insanities,
Still... I don't want to be in the dark,
By myself, with no tent, no light,
No one to tell my scary stories to,
My mind is too daunting, too deep,
Too dank and decrepit, No where to hide,
Just my own monsters to follow my own,
***** little hide,
I'm so angry at myself, for my weakness,
And yet all I wanna do is give in,
I look at your face and say,
To my worrisome self,
Oh that is the kind of girl I wish,
I could have introduced to my mom,
The dead broad that haunts subtly,
Someone that, I'd be lucky to call mine,
A body so lovely,
Hiding a mind just as crazy,
That I find myself contemplatin'
How,
Even if it was a lie, another lie,
Even if it was a cycle of pain.
But I didn't feel anything the first time,
Why should it change,
No only my pride, lies in wait,
Between you,
And my next mistake.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
still we're all here searching
and we all hear hurting
so we all keep hurting
something inside
gives uh rise
too live,
this lurkin' dark demon
a burden
sometimes i wanna
let it in, for I
Feel like a docile weapon, stressin' contemplatin'
waitin' and guessin'
ready to be sharpened
i feel the potential
and to mention
i know if its not the pain
then its the hardenin'
stuck in that
habitual mental
steppin
in precense
the time is now
and surely its not
cause time can never be caught
make best what you will
cause when you're in it you're lost
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
for cas ~/ 20 1 7 with the class / 6 on the 10 was the day i saw you last / never thought id walk the stage / never thought you'd walk away / now im runnin every day / seems a step head is where my problems play / hopefully instead of in the sheets in wich we used to stay tonight will be the night i end up in the grave / im ****** Poppin pain pills / just to pass the days / painful ways / whats the point of life if we all pass away / smokin jays / high is how i like to stay / lets my mind run away / not gonna lie / im feelin so blue ~/ think i wanna die / when im here without you / never met a woman that / loved me like you do / **** / ever hear the one about the ***** lettin loose / somthin somthin somthin an~ now the ***** blu / try an crack a joke an hear the silence in the room / when you went away had no idea on what to do / feelin like here lately i been loosin all my moves / the smiles at the party man that mask is never true / i lost my since of self / traded in for wealth / **** a title belt / problems stay in stealth / i need my ****** baby to keep me livin safely / kept the devil waitin now the due's is what he's taken / i said you must be mistaken see my life already vacant / so he took my one safe haven / yeah the drugs whent with my lady ~/ **** ~/ my life is crazy ~/ my mind is always hazy ~/ clouded with the deprications / getten ****** lazy ~/ i need to get back out an quite depreciaten / lettin go of contemplatin / **** the need of validation ~/ yeah ~ /think its time to leave you in the past ~/ for cas ~/ my love / no more love ~/ forever always fallin fast ~/ you are my last ~/ you are my last ~/ you are my last ~~/ you are my last ~/ you are my last ~/ you are my last
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
Yea the government is always talking **** on street soldiers,
**** they don't even know us.
When gang crimes are at there highest, available jobs are at there lowest.
Crime is the only way for some of us to make it day to day,
a criminal record and a toung spittin hate, at a continuous rate ain't no way to get government funds or paid by the state.
But what am I supposed to do during the mandatory minimum of 30 days for compensation.
am I supposed to do right by this nation? not steel to eat as my homies fall to there feet, Bein shot by police due to there desperation , persperation wettin there skin as they contemplatin robbin fools for just enough money for some food cuz we survivors and we willing to live even if it means we have to take it
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC