"desperates" poems
You've never loved,
I guess you never could.
Being in love's not cool,
And you don't want to look a fool.
Oh your spoilt for choice,
All the girls are yours,
For the taking,
Everyone knows you're in for some **********
Just cause you can bicep curl a twenty,
You think you're cooler than me,
You took my best mate's girl,
And you ruined his world,
He thought he had nothing left,
Now he's hanging by his neck.
I tell you what, when you wake up, you should shake up, and get your ego from mind, cos your wasting everybody's time.
Oh your spoilt for choice,
All the girls are yours,
For the taking,
Everyone knows you're in for some **********
I bet you're proud,
bout what you done,
and tell the crowd,
that it was fun.
Come Saturday night,
You'll pick a fight,
With a 5 foot man,
Who's too drunk to stand.
Oh your spoilt for choice,
All the girls are yours,
For the taking,
Everyone knows you're in for some **********
Oh you think you're cool,
You're probably the most popular guy at your school.
I suppose confidence is good,
When you live,
In this neighbourhood,
Where you live.
Oh I've heard your jokes a million times,
When I've passed by,
A crowd of desperates and cheaters and liars.
Oh your spoilt for choice,
All the girls are yours,
For the taking,
Everyone knows you're in for some **********
But someday it'll come back to bite you I bet,
But I know you won't fret,
Cos it's not what you do.
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 12:59 AM UTC
poetry don't work for anyone else
like to the desperates
who do not find peace in world
and it lacks equanimous beauty to the terrible
to agony
what is wrong
disfigured
deranged
forgotten
poetry is the cradle of crazy
that beyond philology
they look for a motherly hug in words
poetry is not a show
it's the very current of life
and you can see the roots when walking
it's erring from being in being
recreating again and again
in its metamorphosis
poetry is the sweet song of mythological beings
something that we do not see but in which we believe
a spell
a contraption
between paths that slopes
and plunges without rest
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
*Lost child of a lost childhood
Built up by broken frames
Bloodied knuckles and his bully's bruises
Turned his whole life into a mere game
He turns up the flirty attitude
To mask the anger within
His mom ran off with another suitor
While he's left cleaning after her sins
But tonight he wears her sins as a tie
To match the heavy demons weighing him down
He makes his way across the floor
Picking up a drink to change his frown
All the giggly desperates crowd him instantly
He proceeds to exchanges a smirk or two
Yet across the room he sees a flash of grey
And finds his next prey to woo*
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
a glimmer of hope
boys in bars with sculptured hair
girls trip on their heels
where, where are the men?
smear faced desperates lament.
not in the club scene.
and these boys care not
a woman could scar ego
so they pursue girls
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
He cried out to the world and received only the response of his echo. Unlike the many other desperates of life, he did not despair. Instead, in his loneliness, he cried out "I have a ******* awesome echo" and sat down to check his Facebook messages.
That was that, he thought, as he waited for you to wake up and say hello.
It was a very cold and unfortunate place to be right at the top of, here in the mountain of his friendlessness, right here on a Monday morning; but... the sun was rising and the day was coming- even if you didn't get round to saying hello.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Come to me.
I am an actress you see.
I can love you the way you wanted to be love
treat you the way you wanted to be treated
seek home in my embrace
seek warmth in my bed
seek love at the cliffs of my lips
Do you fancy sweeter?
Do you want space?
I can give it you see.
I know what you want
because like you, I need love too.
Come, my lover
I am nothing but, a picture of happiness
You have summoned me, out from the pages of your fantasies
out from the imagery that sprung from folds of your idle mind
smile, laughter, glisten on my eyes
I'm the breath of your lost youth,
I'll offer you nothing but paradise
I am nothing but paradise
Come to me, tired and already bowed down
I'll quench your hollow well with life
two in two, we'll paint a picture of fantasy
I with the brush, you with the pencil
let's paint it red with passion, yellow for happiness
blue, orange, purple
we'll make it our rainbow escape
our kaleidoscope heaven.
I'll call you the sweetest names your ears are begging to hear
so sweet like sugar plum,
so sweet you can taste the air with it
Come to me, my baby
let's make this few hours together last forever
lets make memories like classic movies we're addicted on
aren't we good?
aren't we so believable,
Two foolish old kids we are...
Our rendezvous always sweet and short
Quick to pack up, and eager to remove our masks
We can only play this role for awhile
We can only pretend for a limited time.
We both know we can't keep up with the stage
With the gleaming lights, and billowing demands of our wants
always on our toes, our make up, thick and pale
The you and I in the we, are not fools, just desperates,
but never
numb,
deaf,
blind,
dumb,
numb to the dead beating of our hearts
deaf to the silence of our sorrowed souls
blind to the lifeless glisten of our eyes
dumb to know what you and I very well know...
You and I know there wasn't any We to begin with
You and I know what we made,
You and I know who you and I are even before this
You and I know what is staged and what's not
When the curtains fall, and our shoulders finally slumped and feet flat on the ground
Tired, oh but how I know how relieved you would feel.
You go back in the life that you know, and so do I.
You sleep alone, wake up alone.
live , breath and weep alone.
Being real, alone.
I know all this you know.
Because much more than an actress,
I am a human too, who like you,
needs true love too.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC