"definitley" poems
just let that ******* bass drop.
and throw in those lights as well.
definitley some smoke.
lasers too.
maybe a few LED screens.
or ten.
or twenty.
or just one that fills the entire stage.
that's cool i guess.
paid a **** ton of money.
i want a ******* trip.
i want my ears to ring.
her *** to bounce.
fifty thousand fists to pump.
in perfect unison.
like it means something.
those girls with fake flowers adorning their heads.
all of the bright, like a feast for the night.
the glitter. the paint.
the airborne cake.
.
.
like it means something.
this scene will continue to grow
because nobody knows
what it set out to do in the first place.
big lights and pop hooks.
small pills and good looks.
now you're one of us.
no knowledge required.
the music plays
without you
on stage.
deafen me.
defeat me.
alive.
this is what it means to be.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Do ya ever feel like a shipwreck adrift in the water
Pieces of ya scattered like a lamb after the slaughter,
a mere shadow of your former sweet innocence
barely bobbing above the big sonar rinse?
Can't believe what ya read
nor believe what your supposed to believe.
Can't help wonderin' bout the agenda
Definitley can't pretend not to.
I suppose ya just have to go a bit numb
Drift on the wave and play kinda dumb.
CCTV surveillance, so called necessity,
oh **** big brother's watching ya ***
Google is god and god is dead
Oh **** the'll crucify me for what I've just said.
Street lights ain't just street lights anymore
they're stickin' cameras in 'um expecting us to eat crow.
We'll all be robots that's the plan
punch ya in, download, scan.
Chips in your brain, chips in your nose
they'll go with us wherever we goes.
The grammar's all wrong. It's the prediction text.
No need for fingers. it's all effortless.
We're losing our common sense and our low-fi cities.
I'm losing my mind and I dont even feel ******
They're cuttin' down trees 'cause they're blockin' our signies
and burnin' and lootin' 'cause they've got some agendies.
We're loosing our birds, they're falling out of the sky.
Would connecting the dots lead us to the wyfry?
Losing's all right once ya get the hang of it.
Be fine in the mornin' and get back in the swing of it.
Turn on the screen, see what's new,
choke on our Krispies 'cause we forgot to chew.
Ah who cares our thoughts ain't our own.
It's all covered and programmed by our phone
Yea
It's all fun and games when there's nobody home,
dinner's sprayed and modified to the bone.
God knows what's in the water, the vaccination.
No worries we're all sci-fried and on vacation.
Ah yea they've got us all pegged and amplified,
can't sleep anymore, we're all irradiated and wyfried.
Wyfry, shake, scramble, grill an' bake
uhuh it's the burnin' down of the human race.
ah yea it's the slow fry and burn at the stake.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
He comes to me with such a force
as if moving through a wall of fire
Things are definitley heating up I say
as he puts his fingers to my lips
but no words are needed right now
we can save those for another day
He grips my shoulders, spins me around
and pushes me up against the wall
Satiating his sudden appetite
by taking my mouth, my body, my all
He works those masterful hands
over my body with such a talented skill
can't help but succumb to them
can't help but to just bend unto his will
Surprised and stirred I return the heat
as my fingers dig into his hips
not wanting the moment to pass
this moment that started with such a fiery kiss
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
stress has been pounding on me,
and i haven't
been eating much lately,
algebra has slowly been killing me
daily,
i'm wishing peter pan,
would grab my hand,
and just take me to ******* never land,
so i can bury my face,
in the smooth sand,
with my earphones in,
listening to my favourite band,
to be honest, im tired of being
around these lifeless humans,
who definitley don't care about my well being,
and im oh so tired
of seeing,
these grey, sad souls
who have turned terribly cold.
or maybe its just that this is all
getting kind of old,
and i'm just waiting for a new adventure to unfold.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
sometimes i let go.
not in the way you probably think,
and definitley not all at once.
i’m not crazy,
even though the chemical inbalance
in my head says different.
i let go a little bit at a time.
first, i let go of the healthy relationships
i once had
down the garbage disposal just like the ones before.
next i’ll let go of my job
and every opportunity
i have worked so hard to accomplish.
i’ll throw away my belongings
and my photographs
and my memories.
i’ll purge my life of every good thing
that reminds me of how good i used to feel and how bad i feel in the moment.
i’ll make mistakes
that seem more like a decision that
needed to be made...
a week will pass,
or maybe just a day or two...
and then i will realize that i just tossed
my entire existence into the trash.
i’ll make everything to be
as close as it was before,
and ill feel **** good doing it.
and then when **** hits the fan,
i’ll
let
go.
it’s what i’m good at.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
i remember someone saying, life was a game,
i forgot his or her name,
but i sure as heck know, that life and a game are definitley not the same.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC