"donts" poems
Such an abatement of voices creep sparingly, verily I tell you, they shall be accrue in the mornings dew!!
Acquaint me on mine wrongs, thank me for mine songs I subdue!!!
They are just registry's of what's real and what's not!!!!
Must you haveth natural air to breathe? Annotater of annunuity. Apprentice fakes overtake innocent babies where the unnatural scabies infest the freshest of human skins.
Carrouse all your symptoms away. You leader, you fearer, you murderer by day!!!
Your one charitable cent gives to noone, for someone in thy heavens watches your do's and donts!!!!
Sure you won't infest beyond breed. You striver to succeed, your alive today aren't thou?
Grant it, you don't look it....
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
I've waited 16 long years
And the day is approaching,
The day I'll be allowed on the road
When my dreams will come true and I'll drive on my own
Well not on my own,
With a parent at first
But I'll take what I get
And I'll try not to burst
I'll make it through the trial period
Of the dos and the donts
I'll sweep the floors with my tires
Make them all eat my dust
Because I've been waiting since childhood
For this moment of freedom
Of integrity and responsibility
And i only have to wait a short while
Until I abandon my driving rug once and for all
Put down the hot wheels and grip the steering wheel
Put a foot on the gas
And I'm really doing it all by myself,
I'm driving at last.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
This new age happy truth life **** I dont condone it beacuse when life hands me lemons... I turn it into haze and smoke it, thats just how my soul is.
Happiness? too hard to control.
Ego? too easy to promote.
Life? too many do and donts.
I dont curse life but when you love something too much you have to let it go!
Wow..
I cant afford to earn dough. Money on my mind but my heart changes flow. Went solo, had nobody swinging the ropes.
Didnt choose the thuglife so in my apartment stayin broke.
Smoking **** drinking coke slowly dying on my own.
Remeniss, think a while of everything from before.
Go to sleep with achievements setted out to score, wake up in my mothers home with nobody to call my own.
Everyday is a struggle to get through the door. Wake and bake or else my body's saying no.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
A poet should have a noble soul
Cheating should be never his/her goal
Winning a competition is not so important
As the means you have adopted to get it
A poet should be noble
His thoughts shall not wobble
Poetry soothes even a torn heart
But fake poetry kills the spirit apart
A poet should disclose his/her identity
Otherwise ***** becomes a fake entity
You may write with a nick or pen name
But you should stick to it for your fame
A poet must not write with too many fictitious names
The other poets can no longer be the fools
They will instantly recognize your deformity
And hate your shameful profanity
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 3:00 AM UTC
Don’t you ever make claims that you’ve moved on,
when the scribbles on your notebook will prove otherwise.
Don’t you ever assume that you have forgotten,
when a phone number you should have gotten rid of,
will prove you ridiculous.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
We are The No Boys Club
At least until New York
Or Greece
Or Italy
I'm waiting for Colorado
Or Scotland
But we're both too hopeless
To wait
Aerrow and I we're the
"Oh **** I didn't do my APUSH work'
The "I Donts Gots This"
Founders
We're all about "boys are gross"
"Boys have cooties!"
And "rainbows" on shoulders
Nothing is yuckier than all
The people at school
And they are kinda sorta slutty
Or *******
But we don't mind because it's easy
To tease
We are broken and hilarious
With our refined cowcaine
We are philosophical
But that's mostly due to sleep deprivation
We are always exhausted
And procrastinating
We are full of ******** and a lack
Of commitment to ourselves
We don't quite understand
What the difference between loving
And hating school is
But we do understand
That boys aren't worth our time
Yet we still go for the pain
And hold each other up
We are "don't touch that"
"I'm a lick you!'
"Ewie COOTIES"
And "Hey, it's okay: you gots this"
It's Aerrow and I
Against most of the world
**** near five years strong
In an unbreakable friendship
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
WARTHEMATICS
The road to war a reserved grave. The beginning of it, a hell aforementioned. Household goes to firm with the best anticipation of celestial ascension above. Pick three to make two, bury wit, never to mar chew.
Beat from the heart
The very voice to define Riffle’s
**** can’t be so dumb !
Not to be mistaken as a strong explosion on the Sahara
Whining of the Babies send a gravy message
All is read in silence, even in seconds
Paths, so crowdy like no Adam was ever made
Pests, Lizards overthrow the market around,
Roads are best ridden by goats
Scary heartbeats dominate the atmosphere
Ever befitting chorus,
Remains the sweet songs from Guns.
Eye above lost counts of Donts
Does seem scarce like the touch of Saint in Gommorah
If it lasts more than months,
You will miss the look of your Edifices to bulldozed yards
The bests you cherish now lay in pieces,
If not far gone become a story
If you still tell the stories,
Let’s meet on the alter next Sunday
All !
In the Art of War.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 10:29 AM UTC
What would you do,
if you had a short amount of time left?
Would you travel?
Would you fall in love?
Would you believe in something new?
Would you give up early?
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
every action has an equal and opposite reaction
love and hate
joy
disgrace
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
I've watched you countless nights and days.
Don't know your name but seen your face.
I've seen you cry and smile and laugh.
You are the One, my better half.
I know your likes your shoulds and wants.
Your musts, your wonts, your oughts and donts.
Your dreams and fears, your tears and hopes.
Your ups and downs, your slippy slopes.
I've heard you breathe, choke up and sigh.
Listed the things that make you cry.
I've watched you work, and rest and sleep.
I've felt your pain like bones deep.
To you I 'm not a that or this.
I won't be a thing you'll ever miss.
A mystery only is what I am.
For you I'm none I'm just a ****
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
With a broken wrist
on my right hand
due to a fall at a litfest in city
I staggered back on a Sunday noon
swelling, pain and fear ,
helpless to do anything...
then consultation, x’ray, surgery,
implant inside with a stout bandage,
a sling to announce my incapacity
as my bank balance drained.
dependency for every small thing....
shattered and desperate i sit .
not used for a such a state
my mind raising to tempers
whole personality changed
to irritation seeking loneliness.
and as mind was calm once
my left is fine it dawned...
my memory clicked pictures
of children and others , with no hands
at birth or mutated due to mishap ;
browsing the internet on laptop
got inspired; my left hand fingers started
typing on keyboard slowly and wrongly
determination helped speed with no mistakes
and after sixty days my first left handed poem
I dedicate to all those with various disabilities;
and surgeons, assistants and nurses,
others who helped to cope up in hospital bed
and family and friends kind enough to care
with constant dos and donts as i move around -
now with an arm band and a smile on my face!
............................................................................
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
Senselessly they tend to make noise
Don't listen now
It's just to fill the void which was never around
And hear them all they dance away
Dance to your sound
Thrive on the day
I found love in a voice
So sweet memory is extinct
Like we will be one day
I feel a thousand pin ******
With each non conviction
Sinning is the only true way
I found living was living
The dos and donts
And nothing in between
Know your place in line
Say your piece
And be muted like swine
I felt such beauty in the skin
It took me to somewhere I finally
Found my ventilation
Screaming out useless sounds
Paint your face so your pretty now
Do you finally feel like a person?
I'm sure you could get down
To something which leads you a little less
But when you find the rhythm you feel so much more
You were the last redemption
So young
But your touch made me
Know that breath
Was something I was missing
No respect for skin
But it's the finest drug on the market
Touch me a little more
Know I want it all this time
No turning back the time
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
In a world full of dos and donts
Full of judgemental ********
Like I'm a ******* unicorn and I'm beautiful kiss my ***
In a world that is constantly changing it's view of Beaty it's social standard
In a world where you feel an idiot for being different
For being you
For simply coming into the world as you are
No makeup, no weave, or whatever
Was your crime...
I don't get it
How cruel a society
And to brainwash it's own people
Into hating one another
Based on gender, hair, skin color, occupation...
How ******* rude
How preposterous
...like ***
I'm a beautiful young black girl
And again I'm beautiful
For a fact
According to society and half the world
...I'm not
I need to bleach, I can't talk "black", I'm a hood rat, I'm ugly...like **** that
I'm beautiful
Just as I am..
And there's nothing wrong with me
God makes no mistakes
This is me
I was born this way
And I'll die this way
What am I gonna make matter
Like all those trash talkers
Haters
Hate on you but don't give a **** about your ***
It's crazy why acknowledge the person anyway
Like our world is ****** up
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I am a sum.
A sum of tape and glue,
Stiches and staples.
Fragments of a whole,
Broken and unstable.
A prisoner to circumstance.
A victim of the cruel lash of reality.
A slave to couldves and shouldves.
Of dos and donts,
Of haves and have nots,
Of this verses that.
But
I am more.
More than his grip of silence
More than their shadows of doubt.
More than those who rebuked my defiance
More than he who dared to stifle my truth.
No longer a prisoner
No longer a slave
No longer a victim
But a bird free of her cage.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
The time is now,
moves forward from here..
never have we heard of
Time pausing or rewinding, have we?
Time is ticking..
tick..tick..tick..
Aching to relive the past or erase it..
Longing for an awaited future or absolutely dreading it..
Time is moving forward,
despite what state we are in.
Time is ticking..
tick..tick..tick..
While we’re thinking of dos and donts, hows and whys, ifs and buts..
Time is moving forward,
despite all odds.
Time is ticking..
let time not pass..
Let’s pass, through time..
make time count..
Make time count by living in the moment..
Live in the moment for what the moment is..the moment we certainly cannot change, now that time is already here.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC