"everybodies" poems
Dear Death,
I'm sorry I could not meet you yesterday,
I was busy, things got in the way.
It was looking promissing then, well,
the heart attack didn't happen
then things just sort of went to hell.
The neighbours cat got stuck up a tree,
I know it sounds like I'm making excuses,
but the truth is there was only me.
And there were other things, not just that.
I would not have been able to ring an ambulance
****** mobile phone, the battery was flat.
I stood you up, Death, but I can't be there,
at everybodies beck and ****** call,
the wife needed me to drive her to the mall.
Look Death why don't we try again next year,
I'm not going anywhere, I mean I'll still be here.
4th November 2010
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 4:51 AM UTC
Son, do you know why I pulled you over
Because I noticed that your lungs collapsed
And you were choking begging pleading for
one single breath
So enjoy the air while you got it...
Go ahead take a moment
For a good deep breath
Feel that clean country air just tickling your insides
Son, do you know why I pulled you outta class?
Cause your bein a *****
Every time we try to bring up a good topic
you start crying
****** ************ mutation, abortion, cloning, ****** violence, masochism
Stop bein a ***** boy, everybodies daddy gets drunk and beats them at night
Son, you know why I'm not letting into heaven?
Because you are a pretentious selfish ****
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC
Gimme a funky bassline
Slap that thing like it stole your money
Bring in the sax just right
Get on the floor and bring a honey
Cause we got
Music flowin'
******* blowin,
Everybodies vibin
With the love they're showin
Take your hats off to the band
and give them the respect to dance
When you hear that funky music
Cause It might be your last chance
So get up, down,
round and round
Make a noise complaint out of this town
So get up, down
round and round,
got kick drums by the pound,
So get up, down,
Round and round
Rock this place, to the ground!
Oh, let me give it to ya
Guitars soundin' real real clean,
Good God almighty, it's a party scene
I couldn't find this in my dreams
Let's rip this house down at the seams!
So get up, down,
round and round
Make a noise complaint out of this town
So get up, down
round and round,
got kick drums by the pound,
So get up, down,
Round and round
Rock this place, to the ground!
Oh, let me give it to ya
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Everybody watchs every instant
I try to stay jubilant
I try to stay suttle
Everybodies watching me
Im all over tv
I walk into the store
I cant go anywhere anymore
No more
I ran across the train tracks
I dont wanna be forgotten
But not like this
I dont like this attention
Want a new face
They say i show enough
What kind of saying is this
What kind of game is this
That tv show has me on it
Im on everything
Im on everything
I think i see something
I think i see something
Through my windows
I cant go anywhere
Everybody watchs every instant
I try to stay jubilant
I try to stay suttle
Everybodies watching me
Im all over tv
I walk into the store
I cant go anywhere anymore
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
The days can raise colorless
Born among mysterious everybodies,
The Sad Ones carry shreds of darkness
With them tangled in the fringes
Of their lives.
They cannot drag another down,
They give happiness where
None can be taken,
They can illuminate
The saddest people and take
Their pain like an offering.
They walk among the souls
With silent faces and drowsy
Existence.
The Sad Ones
Disperse into the Winters' depths
Where winter honors grey days
And starless nights.
From their secrets or pains
Come a gathered endurance
And can illuminate with
A wisdom of regret and sorrow,
Like colored plumes of dark flora
They roam spinkled among
The masses to bring the bright side
Of things they know nothing of.
They have wings,
The Sad Ones do,
Gentle but firm wings gilded
In murmured words never spoken,
Winds of the lovers never taken,
Watching moonrises
Over sighing waves.
Their home is a lonely peak
Where clouds sit on mountains
And forever remain,
There they reflect on the sadness
Of most kisses and symbolic love.
And they are forgotten when
The people encounter them,
Though misery loves
A little company, the others do not
Stay in the dark.
The Sad Ones,
They are dreams forgotten,
A smile returning,
The bring about the light for others
In their dark lonesome hearts,
They are hidden away like memory,
And they keep other smiling
As they sigh above the moonlit waves
Sighing in the darkness.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
tribute to a star a scoucer through and through
everybodies friend that every body knew
she entertained us all with her singing voice
everybodies favourite everybodys choice.
with her ginger hair she gave our hearts a glow
suprise suprise and blind date she really made the show
now cillas past away but in our hearts will stay
she his watching over us every single day
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
What's out there but a sheet, waiting for new notes.
A stave with a treble clef, no rhythm yet sewed.
Brave movements burning from behind the walls,
Lyric upon lyric, spinning towards a greater cause.
All that is waiting to be plucked into life,
A melancholic tune creating such instant delight.
What's out there but snapshots of everybodies song,
Listen to the words telling you to where you belong.
A first step,a page turner, a warm embrace,
All out there, the treasure for you to chase.
What's out there but a person that you don't yet know.
They will touch you, might hurt you but help you to grow.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
A greater cause,
means a better life.
Or atleast so they voice.
But how do you fight for what is right;
when all you dispose of is knife?
I ask myself who is my greatest enemy?
Is it me, myslef, or I?
Mybe all I need is a remedy.
To make all the wrong rectify.
I know that all of what I am capabe of holding is a weapon.
But how do you use such a thing when you can't tell the difference between your foe and your allies?
All I see are demons who seem to have come from the heart of heaven.
But afetr all, isn't that everybodies homeland. Even the devil knows all of its alleys.
But mybe weapons as deadly as they can be,
are the more or less something like you and me.
Mybe they weren't found for the unique cause of killing.
Pedro Reyes made weapon in art fullfilling.
What was war's greatest tool.
Has now become harmony's moor.
What was used in fights caused by sheer unreason.
Has now brought all people even.
All those cries,
all those tries.
And I still can't realize:
what on earth can possibly be my cause.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
These, cats are cadavers,
I discard em like candy wrappers,
For tryna come at me backwards,
Everybodies got a dream and I'm saddened that most of em never happen,
I really, want success but you can't see it in my actions,
Im about to take some steps get off my *** and stop relaxing, bowl packing and bein stagnant,
Become a man, grow some nuts and get to crackin,
Its time to make something happen
Stop talking about the rappin and start being about the rapping,
I wanna embrace my destiny
Change the game wit my team next to me,
As long as I got the music pain will never get the best of me,
put myself inside the work until there's nothing physically left of me,
Spend money on my momma till there's nothing in the bank thats left for me,
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
cannot create a thing anymore
threaded from thoughts the spool has been used to the very last,
do you see?
i have became what i hated
gray areas and words faded.
No truths and dead lies on paper,
I read between lines, but
my words have become
nothing but everybodies style.
I wanna reach and contain it,
Remember / obtain it.
Sitting here with the timekeepers
hand on my fingertips,
do you know what i mean?
of course you don't /
something dies / and i cant explain what i need.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
here's the thing.....
no one has chained
you to the chair,
put your head
in a vice,
glued your eyes open,
turned on the computer
and is forcing you
to read this poem.....
or indeed any one elses
work either.....
if you don't like my work ....move on
if you find everybodies
work sub par.....
consider this revealation
it might be you....
not the forum.....
that has an issue...
words and the artistic placement of them.....
is or at least should be an activity open to all.
not just the elite....
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
if we could love each other how nice the world would be
everybody happy all in harmony
a world so full of love no wars or poverty
united hand in hand where everybodies free
a place so full happiness for all the world to share
we could live in peace to show the world we care.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
in a place called happy land so very far away
everybodys happy every single day
there is lots to do in this happy place
there are always smiles on everybodies face
there is lots to do to pass the time away
lots and lots of fun with lots of games to play
theres never any tears no ones ever sad
always very happy always very glad.
a very special place where life is always free
happy and content the way that life should be
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Just smile, force it through.
It's O.K. that you're
teary-eyed and nobody
really understands you.
Just smile, please the crowd.
Follow their ways and fit in -
it's better than being left out.
Just smile, learn to pretend.
Embrace everybodies hate
and make your enemies
your friends.
Just smile, lose your soul.
Sell yourself out and
let them have all the control.
Just smile, **** yourself.
Death is sweet and gentle,
living with this fake smile
is hell.
Just smile.
**** yourself.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
where do you think your pink hair
and piercings fit
into fashions plagiaristic style
or lack of it
tattoos so loud and bountiful
you make the yakuza look ****
out is the new in
alt is so alt
everybodies it
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
had frozen.
feeling abaded.
troubles rumbled quacks under surface Hidden.
And so peak inside, dreams set to the side. Met you in a strange time and then things began to collide.
feeling jaded.
and now my fingers are cold,
thoughts are broken in pieces,
i worked on a habit
while she worked on her talent.
voice mail is silent and messanges never returned soon became the monster whove hurt me in return
return favors im the wrong hands
everybodies blinded on the right side.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
I feel so mac and cheesy
Smokin ciggarettes and wheezy
I forget that im a werido
I **** the flow.
Well
Oh come on
yes i know
that i disurpt everybodies flow
walk in a room talk a bit
and try to find a place to sit
Awkward and shaking all my leaves stirring up the honey bees i feel my tounge is being stung
That was an awkward hug..
****
But give me a skateboard and a hill ill bounce to music and just chill
Wave my arms i ride the waves
Gravity pullin my way
the wind it flows in funny ways
I feel at peace.
Hit the bottom silde and stop
Awkward stuff it catches up.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
i like to watch the swans swimming on the lake
i take out my camera and a photo take
such a lovely bird with elegance and grace
always brings a smile to everybodies face.
with his lovely feathers beautiful and white
fills your heart with joy brings you such delight.
a creature of the realm as royal as can be
swimming on the lake for all the world to see
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 4:30 PM UTC
gina’s first ring was called britton which means we can always be the love. it had a melt. a melt is a sweet loop. lionheart made it with all his love for gina. it was everybodies favourite ring for 4000 years.
excaliber was david’s favourite sword. it was made in china by ian. he used the magic of merlin to make it. it is buried deep under london tower. it is under broadwalk but is buried two miles deep. it took 3 years to bury excaliber. but david said we must. to keep the country safe.
dora na found the secret entrance at the tower and the sword. his name now is trevor nelson. he is a good man and will return the sword to lionheart.
lancelot brought the sword to david. david gave him garter of the night. his loyalty was always strong.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Sometimes I go for so long outside the window I forget the mannerisms of a human race, and what its like to be in a home, to be in my skin
Rather than miles outside of myself hearing and living off everybodies small everythings rather than tending to my own everything
Sometimes I really do leave myself and when I get back, only when im back in my veins do I find the meaning in all of you
Because by then I have found the meaning in all of me
When im missing from my tendons nail a sign to me reading my buisness hours
When all I can find is the meaningless in your meaning tape my ears shut and feed me to the tongues of my world
His name, her name, their names should be on speed dial
Sometimes all I hear is from the outside of an everything that brandishes nothing to me and god when this happens shove me back in to the lining of my skin
It tears at me, everything that somehow always manages to leave this ribcage
Everything that leaves to listen comes back bleeding and feeling like something is missing,
Missing from all of you
But there is nothing missing in your words, they just hold nothing for me, I am just missing a part of me.
So strap me to myself and send my gods with their wars from my speed dial to cement me back into my bones with their saliva
***** me in with teeth
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC