"fam" poems
me truck
me truck is where i get my luck
good luck, bad luck, nice luck
me truck stunk like a skunk
that seems like bad luck
but it was the good skunk
the wan that gets u bunked
me cat has a bad case of lice
no more chasing ***** mice
the stupid thing only eats rice
the ganga it smokes is so nice
it somkes great out of me pipe
my truck makes me lots of money
me honey likes me money
me brain aint very funny
i also aint a big smarty
so me truck is me only option
i like it, its so very nice
almost as good as mariwawa
otherwise known as de ganga
good bye
tank u truck
for me money and me food
to feed me fam
and me ganga addiction
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Hello
A gesture perceived as formless waves in the Web
Perhaps a luring trap to be caught
or a silent cry as print Scarcely Red
Maybe you
Reddit or Won't
As text is the voice of this generation
Quote
ILY My fam is so cute
#Hashbrowns @MyBFFFFs
Last looks of a father as he leaves
with a dry cleaned suit.
The last breakfast I ate with my family
Together. Rebuked.
Now it lays archived in the mind of i
A memory fragment less intact
than the Colossus of Rhodes
What's that? Let me Google that.
What will become of the crowd
The voices, in their plight are
"Like wow, Laughing Out Loud"
Like apathy is the new trend
Can we even say there is a greater purpose
of the time we Spend.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images,
I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of
your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole fam-
ilies shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives
in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you,
Garcнa Lorca, what were you doing down by the
watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old
grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator
and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed
the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my
Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of
cans following you, and followed in my imagination
by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in
our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every
frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors
close in an hour. Which way does your beard point
tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the
supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming ofthe lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent
cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-
teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit
poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank
and stood watching the boat disappear on the black
waters of Lethe?
Berkeley 1955
8.4k
Roll up de blunts fam
Spark em up, pass em round fam
Praise the blunt gods fam
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Wake me up I'm falling
Stuttering and stalling
With nowhere to run, and no place to hide
A beast deep inside,
Is rising
Rise, like a tidal wave
Rise, to every lie they gave
Rise, for it is your time,
To slay all these haters with power of rhyme
Freedom of expression helps fight depression...
Moment of silence
On an empty stomach
Then comes a rumble
At the smell of apple pie crumble
Moon is out of this world
Annie is our favourite girl
I hope no-one else sees this
**And starts singing about my *****
****** mind in a slaughter house
Anti-Ducks about this life
But with a Kiwi accent if I may
Tis "Anti-Ducks about this life"
We went outside,
Still high
Decided to munch and play games
Forgot our phones outside
Smash the boundaries,
Tear down the walls
Won't stop tearing
Til' we seen Ben's *****
Break down barriers,
Smack 'em down
Walking past ducker-fuckers
Delirious like a clown
Smiling all the way
With a crazy little laugh
On this spectacular journey
Into the past
It's time to get to the end of this family rhyme
We all pitched in with whatever we could find
It's beautiful and grand, a real sight to see
This Mafia family of mine
It's our time our life
Crazy running red lights
Grand stand, stage band time to curtain call
But it never ends, we fam!
(Tight!)
*Annie's the funniest girl
Her hair blazes like sunset
But she keeps talking about my *****
I mean seriously...
She done yet???*
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
warthogs for men singing amen
i ink my scars with a ball point pen
buffalo grass and ******
they want *** but won't die
i want *** but it's not me
they tell me that I'm pretty
i smoke **** in a blazing forest
i feel as rubbery as a curious tourist
and plenty of coke goes in my nose
i bleed headaches, when it rains it snows
i'm dreaming of a white christmas, i suppose
with my squad when i don't want to feel alone
i make lies but can't hide like room raiders
i cut up coke for all my haters
with a side of oxy
tells me that I'm foxy
right before he knocks me
my brain goes on high alert
i can taste my stomach
because cake was yesterday's desert
i say that we're proxies
i take the red pill
some like oxys
some like bikini ****
some nights aren't so chill
some brains are mentally ill
but he doesn't like to feel, y'feel
tell me if you want a
*** flavored banana
a broken heart from havana
or to drink my coke flavored blood
dragging me through the mud
whoops
son of sam
touch my **** like we're not fam
drug me if you want to slam
my head off the coffee table
i'll choke on fear until i'm not stable
i pretend i'm in a fable
this can't be real
does he not feel
break it off and shove it down my throat
cut me into pieces
make a blood moat
oak splinters suffered through winters in my spine
find you in jail and you ask if i'm fine
i break off rhymes like i break out grams
shaking because of a spiked promise
i wish i wasn't here
i wish i wasn't here
sham in the garden of clouds. when you 'fuck' you want people around
when i cry, you hear no sound
buffalo grass and ******
they **** off but ask why
my box in their face
i don't want to be in this place
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
[Verse]
Tell these ******* I’m queen, tell these ******* I’m gold
If you been where I’ve been, then you’d probably turn cold
I give a **** ‘bout you ******* who got a problem with me
I do **** for myself, nobody got it for me
You got an issue with me, but you ain’t licensed to speak
‘Cause I be feedin’ the streets, your *** is nothin’ to me
I’ve been hot with the lyrics and I’ve been dope with the fashion
I said I want it I need, I done spoke, I take action
And when you talkin’ I’m workin’, I’m gettin’ things I’m deservin’
But at a point I was hurtin’ and gettin’ nothin’ like virgins
I be takin’ my time, I’m only twenty years old
Nobody ****** with Coca, I tell them suckers “go home”
***** I’m hype ‘cause I’m certified, all my ******* qualified
****** with my team, finna get your face modified
What you comin’ for me? I ain’t scared, fam’
I eat them J’s off your feet with my bare hands
Stupid-ass ***** just stop
‘Cause I ain’t finna tolerate this **** you talk
Unless the ***** a boss she gettin’ boxed
They said Coca been on, and ***** you not
I be ‘bout it but I ain’t the type to start ****
Asian ***** never a fool, always some smart ****
Who you playin’? I done learned the game
Nobody teachin’ me **** ‘cause me and you not the same
So get to suckin’ ***** you talk too much
You get a bit of ****** fame, think you popular
You twerkin’ for a name, ****** bought you stuff
I make my own **** money, and I shop enough
They say I lie about the **** I do
Now you flexin’ ‘cause Coca ain’t ****** with you
***** swerve – I make moves, it’s the truth
This the mafia, ***** – who you?
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Born heavy as adorned many: objectivity lifts ready existance carried more steady with the fist than a switchblade as to fist crave: yall just manisfest id shame when you spit back like all my family here to spit crack bone in been gripped back when at grown taught to **** Macks;
I'm the R to the Mack Marck M heavy to my fam born carried since Nas dropped the bomb that Eminem levied in so to spit back, like ghost spittin the **** shittin at all emcees here to spit back:
only time you'd get a note outta me relative is when i'm posing for death: like tupac menacing his pelvis still for the ****** levy in neglection in pics wack;
i spit bone quick when it comes to being notorious in a jacuzzi playing sega and super nintendo **** be in disrespect to ever understand that i don't spit thick back.
i flow sick that before i flow spit that between to post ****
I pose **** to even to boast fits forgotten what the Ohmegaus finds the rest as undereducated life in being in the sun.
Ghost spittin future written past to see all the conjugatives relative like ****** games on the run:
games on the fun like extension big sides as big sizes like chasing dreams again straight to the the sun is what we've become.
unfinished...
this ain't motherfucken games, and you know id through wish-epic
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
I walk with eyes in a blur my world in a daze I've been in the land off the tree burners the truest learners of the game they ain't about to chase the fam they stay the same we got our minds trained ride or die down to sacrifice on the streets blazing watch us fade away in the rain yea let me release my brain today ya who's to say reality isn't the trip and the trip isn't reality man we on a cloud so high my heart start to race as a tast gods gift gave me wings to fly away to a better place left no trace of past ******** I stay ligit trippy minded just live the life you know and never pass up the show stay true lol
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
I'm just smoking my **** &
(spitting facts*2)..nigga..
Aye..(Smoking **** & spitting facts*2..)
/I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)../2
Smoking **** & spitting facts..
/Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
I stay (smoking **** *2) & spitting facts
/*2..
Spitting facts..
That's what I stay doing man,Yeah Aye....just
(Smoking **** & Spitting Facts*2)..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2)....& smoking **** up..Yeah man
The real is back , we been here, we never left, we just evolve man, evolve yeah to bring death to all the fake rappers, Yeah ***** I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2)..Ayo, I'm on my gangsta **** Ayo I need me a platinum grill, what up DJ Drama. We need to collab, & do a mixtape real quick..,Aye I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts..,*2)..Aye I don't want no drama or any problems homie, I just want to get my cheddar, I roll alot of marijuana Yeah so what man, but I also tell the people what's real Yeah man..
I'm bout to get so many **** bands, so much that I gotta throw some to the fam, Aye.shit, I might throw some to the fans,..Aye man, I'm bout to cause so many problems ***** like Ol ***** Bastard,Aye..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts*3)..Yeah man..,my ***** turn on the fan, its so much **** smoke up in the air that I'm starting to lose breath, Yeah I smoke awesome,.. I smoke on that dope, that choke,Yeah ***** that potent..while I'm rhyming to improve society not impress it..
Yeah I'm smoking **** & spitting game to the youth man..Let's get it..Aye..
Aye..(Smoking **** & spitting facts*2..)
/I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)../2
Smoking **** & spitting facts..
/Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
I stay (smoking **** *2) & spitting facts
/*2..
Spitting facts..
That's what I stay doing man,Yeah Aye....just
(Smoking **** & Spitting Facts*2)..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2) & smoking **** up....Yeah man
Mufuck a opinion, when all I rap about is the truth my nigga,..I be spitting facts, so Talk yo **** be a critic man, Imma be a hustling young ***** Yeah a hard worker, a go getta, a goal digger, A dream chaser..Yeah,
I be spitting facts while these other rappers be spooning each other..Sodom and
Gomorrah type **** ..they fooling the people, but yall dumb ***** don't wanna listen to what's real,..so be it..Imma still rhyme this same way..I know I can Spark the mind up of a future revolutionary leader mane..Yeah....Aye
I'm
(Smoking **** & spitting facts.. Spitting facts, Aye*3)
I'm the best MC in Atlanta since Outcast,.. Yeah the biggest fish, so if the industry trys to hook me, Imma drown their ship..I'm a Outcast of this world no fallen angel..Im my favoritest artist , Young Ston he be going so **** hard, Yo he be (spitting facts*2)..Aye, I'm smoking on a doop, 2 in 1 dawg, King size cone, while I'm writing scriptures..Aye..Yeah..Uhh
(I'm smoking **** & spitting facts*2)
Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
Uhh,..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts*2)..
Yeah (spitting facts*2)
I'm just smoking my **** &
(spitting facts*2)..nigga
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Change in my pocket,
but no charge in the socket.
That’s where I use to be.
Heavily
lost
in a world that wasn’t mine.
Committing sin and crime,
more than this poems rhyme.
Never did I wish to be
minus 6 feet in pine.
At least,
that’s the lie I’ll stick by.
Hurt every morning. Every night I then cry.
Yet,
back at it again in the AM.
Liquor was certainly quicker and I never
lost
my
buzz,
but thank Godness it was,
because much longer and I would’ve lost my cause.
It was more than shaking paws.
I
was
a
slave.
And, alcohol was my master.
Physically, I always drank faster.
Mentally, there was too much cluster
of
self-pity and self-inflicted misery.
Spiritually………………………………….sick.
I far surpassed being a ****
Pushed away even the biggest *****
Sure.
Funny now,
but then. No then.
On the binge, waking up smelling
of Monarch in the park.
Just the thought makes me cringe.
I
Never
Hit
bottom.
I went through it.
You name it, I’ve done it.
Peed my pants in a jail pit.
Sick.
Struck my bestfriend with my mit.
Sick.
Cheated, lied, and stole way more than a little bit.
Sick.
Treated girls by the ease of their ****
Sick.
Yet.
Yet..
Yet…
Not once, did I think to quit.
Nor, did I think I was fit
to be a respectable man.
But, this life? This current life, was not my plan.
This. This is someone else’s hand.
This is metanoia.
With it,
no more paranoia.
No longer am I better or worse than.
Today, I just am.
I have a god I understand.
I’ve made amends to the fam.
I’ve seen my brother’s band.
I don’t isolate like a clam.
I’ve passed my graduate exam.
I fall asleep without spinning like a fan.
And, this story,
I promise
is no scam.
♫♪I believe in miracles♫♪,
because,
I’m a **** thing.
A girl even accepted my ring,
And I’ll admit,
I’m not perfect.
And as you heard,
I can’t sing.
But today,
I do the next right thing.
I
try
to help others
learn to be brothers,
respect people of all colors,
and to tolerate (yes! tolerate)
even their mothers.
My life is second to none, I finally found fun, and by grace
hopefully, I’m not done.
My acceptance is high and my expectations low.
Today, I even try not to steal the show.
But,
with this flow
I think I’ve found my cause
and that’s
to hear your applause.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
usually last a few minutes
the slow burn
bitter taste
wind chill needs to chill
fam needs to chill
bank account needs to chill
room remained behind glass
sipping coffee
bad fridays taste just as bad
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Confronted on a 20 year quote
What it means to you
Your misunderstanding
It was kinda dope
Shared among twitter fam
No private joy is mention
Brand name speaks first
Others see the sneaker
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 3:32 PM UTC
The Corp, even life itself, is a test.
The Corp, life, a test of humanity,
a test of values, ethics and morals.
The Corp, life, a test to learn,
a test to live,
results to apply.
Pass the test, receive your reward,
your honor,
your pride and professionalism,
your character.
Take what you learn,
Experience, ...
... share.
( Dedicated to Mr Thomas Forbes. A great friend, a co-worker and former Marine, ... Semper Fi ) 1/15/2008, ... FAM © 2/20/2013
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Dear God we need to leave this town, friends!
Please don't let me abandon you all here
shivering in underemployment
The West is calling with a Daniel "BOOM,"
the South whispers in a mountain mama window pat
Other countries laugh at us,
but will we join their jeers,
show them we are not just circus bears?
Multi-national parasites,
we're too trivially divided to terminate
O God, how my leisure hours went,
so much faster than the work room's ones
without any vent
I complained and complained
to my friends and fam on the phone,
but the time just spiraled stagnant
like a slow spirit taking six thousand years to explore a too small habitat
I haven't got nearly so long.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
i'm thirty six now
thrice a rat
and i must say
it ain't that bad
you'd think i'd shed a tear
or two
but after all
the sky's still blue
the sun still shines
the rain still falls
my fam would even take my calls
i'm frens with cats
i'm frens with dogs
some people too
a couple hogs
i walk and saunter
skip and hop
taking my time
around the block
i'm looking back
and all i see:
those things i did
were meant to be
i'm looking forth
and realise:
you can't prepare
for each surprise
that life may throw
at you or yours
you can't predict
as to which doors
will blow wide open
unexpected
and which will ever
be protected
no key, no lock
how to get past?
to secrets guarded
fierce and fast...
another thirty six to live?
so full of joy, and toil, and grief...
or, one day, have just what it takes
to boldly go and up the stakes?..
mid-summer autumn
rat three times
feels good as hell!
unshod and blithe...
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
*** my brother, is so destructive, he treats even a jewel like its *******
he is soo stubborn, he gets under my skin like sunburn, but in the end he's still my brother.
i wouldnt have in any other, why? cuhz he down for the fam like southern? lol
i realized people you can never govern but even currently as he proceeds to walking on the second story on his FREAKEN KNEES! i realize i must make a compromise that there might be something about me he doesnt agree with,, so lets avoid the conflict cuhz it looks like a slippery cliff,,, *** is he doing upp there sounds like artillery ships and **** im about to throw this fit,, but my homeboy like na flames here smoke this spliff,, na NAGA my mind is a gift and you kn ow im trying to quit!,, witch brings me across the next subject,,, i suspect my inner demons which demoralize my drive to subside with most high take my closest friends minds for a joyride,,, undercover like a spy to poison my ambitions to stay sober im so bipolar, being high is mediocre but when mind is clear i tend to turn into that ogre,,,i feel as if all is hopeless,,, i live in the moment i live in the ocean,, i think my name is Joseph,, and i sleep on my best friend sofas,,, i dont know where this story is going, long as i continue typing i guess its my way of coping i guess its my way of invoking,,,,
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
It corrupts you
Losing control of soul
It hurts you
Slowing your growth
It maims you
Stealing your heart
One day people will see
Until then I fight
Because of one reason
It's not me
It's not psychiatry
It's that there is a way of seeing
A way of not seeing
And my mortal enemy is
The anti-fam
So I take war on
The war for eternity
Corruption or not
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
James Brown Wasn’t Wrong... !!!
You Have To Pay A Cost...
To... Move Like A BOSS... !!!
Otherwise You’ll Get Dropped...
Like... HIROSHIMA Bombs... !!!
If You Don't Move Strong...
And With Power Like KONG... !!!
That Helps You To WIN...
EVERY Fight That You're In... !!!
Because To Move Like A KING...
Takes... REAL DISCIPLINE... !!!
Which ISN’T Something...
That Subordinates Bring... !!!
A King Has Linchpins...
Just Like Wilson Fisk...
Or Bosses Equipped...
To RAISE TITANIC Ships... !!!
Or Flip Scripts Like CRIPS...
Whose Bloodline Is Rich...
In VIOLENT STINGS...
And BRUTAL Killings... !!!
If Their Path Is Crossed...
By... Bosses Or Cops...
Who Need To Get Stopped...
Because What They’ve Got...
Are Movements That Flop...
Like Heads Who Can’t Box...
So... Quickly Get Rocked...
When Chin Checks Connect...
Like Bullets Do Chests... !!!
You See Bosses Don’t Sweat...
When Pressures Upset...
Their Plans And Projects... !!!
They Just Use Their Minds...
As Well As... Wise Guys...
Or Made Men Whose Vibes...
Prove That They're Willing To DIE...
To Maintain Gangster Ties...
For Dons Or... " Patrons "... !!!
Escobars Or Those Known...
As Yes... Don Corleones... !!!
That’s Right Gangster Bosses...
Who DON'T Stand For NONSENSE... !!!
They Move Like Top Shottas’...
Who Fly... Helicopters...
So QUICKLY Solve Problems...
By Using SMART Plotters... !!!!!!!!
Who Stand By Their Sides...
That's Right Like Their Wives...
And Give Good Advice...
Because They Are Guys...
Who Are MORE Than Wise... !!!
When It Comes To Insights...
That Help Them... Survive... !!!
In Times Where They Face...
Detection And Fates...
That Fill MORE Than Graves... !!!
So Bosses MAINTAIN...
By USING Their BRAINS... !!!
And By Knowing That Fame...
May See Them ERASED... !!!
But Bosses Have Style...
And Have To Profile...
A FEARLESS Mindset...
When They Face Arrest...
Or Those Who Leave Heads...
of Horses In... BEDS... !!!
And Bosses PROTECT...
Their Fam’ To The END... !!!
But When They Face Threats...
That Limit Their Resistance...
An Option They'll ACCEPT...
Is To SHOOT Their CHILDREN...
And WIFE To Quell Threats...
From Their... Opponents... !!!
Right In FRONT of THEM...
And Then Say... "What's Next ?"... !!!
A REAL BOSS Moves DREAD... !!!
Or Are Those Who Express...
With TOTAL CONFIDENCE... !!!
When It Comes To Poems...
Or Spoken Words Said...
So That’s Right I’m The Type...
When It Comes To Tight Rhymes...
And Poetic Lines...
Who Does EPITOMISE...
One of The... TOP FLIGHT... !!!
Because Cash Might Be Nice...
And Can Get You A Wife...
Whose Body Is Tight...
And... Corporate Ties...
Or A Gangster Type Life... !!!
But You’d Best Recognise... !!!
That Just Like James Brown...
It’s... How You Get Down...
That Proves You’re No Clown... !!!
And That You Are STRONG... !!!
NO MATTER What Lifestyle...
Or Money You’ve Got... !!!
If What You Profile...
Is A POWER That ROCKS... !!!
That Makes Others NOD...
In Acknowledgment of...
The Fact That You’re One...
Even If You Are NOT... !!!
Who'll ALWAYS Get Props...
Because You....
... “ Move Like A BOSS ! ”...
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
I don’t ****
With the farm life
At these pharmacies
Affecting brains
Like the mad cow disease
These pills
CVS deal
Like the new
Dope man
Dopamine can be
As mean
As the M and M’s
The doctor prescribes
Dropping dreams
For a little bit
Of “rest at ease”
While the rest
Of these fiends
Lie
To themselves
And me
Meaning
The mean green
****
Killing machine
Can extract
The euphoria
You make yourself
By resting eyes
On your family
Your fam would be
Much happier
If you were
Happy
For yourself
More water is
Fine
I don’t need
No help
Championship ****
I don’t need
No belt
Pants sag
Like the bags
In grandma eye’s
Cries
As she tries
To pry dope needles
Out a dead man's hands
Handing himself
To the Devil’s food
We put on
A pedestal
Meanwhile stools
At the bar
Spin like the
Mind
Of a man with little time
Left
Right in the eyes
Of his children
He makes
A short trip
After one more sip
****
I guess
It boils down
To the bear essentials
Bear the bruises
With the heart
God gave you
Don't let them fool you
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:02 AM UTC
After the dark always comes the light...
i will grow and move on...
am good better off alone...
i tried to keep it curve...
cone...with ice...
me and you...
am looking deep in your eyes..
sun set...
photosynthesis done...
i think you the one...
i love and trust...
does that still exist...
i don't want to live in the world...
where you don't co-exist....
nothing is broke left to fix...
i wish i was young..
back then...when i was six...
it was crafted...up in here....
my greatest fear was knowing the truth about me...
family separated....
everyone full of hatred....
photosynthesis...
the change of light after dark...
look at me now...
trying my luck....
life is a gamble....
i throw the dice....everyday
for the nice life anyway.....
i don't do it for me...but for the fam too...
photosynthesis...
i too...
need a making
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
Now this is a story all about how
My life had been flipped and turned upside down
Let's take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell ya how I tumbled down the stairs
I was chilling with the fam
We were watching Voltron
When something happened
That made me go "WOT?!"
I thought it'd be funny
To pretend to throw
Myself down the stairs
I said "Down I go!"
I went down a couple
And then a few more
I never intended
To go all the way to the floor
I kept falling
Headfirst into each step
It was scary
But I couldn't get a grip
I tried to grab on
To the rail of the stairs
But all was a fail
As I couldn't hold on
I felt the hope slip
Out of my grip
As I fell down the stairs
Laughing to tears
Or was I crying?
Nah
It was pretty funny
Even though my friends didn't try to save me.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
Of skylarks and June roses bygone poets sing.
Yet alas! Seldom pen sweet lines to such as thee.
O! How I yearn from harshest winds to set you free
If such futile vain longings could perchance take wing.
Poor darling stray! Green eyes stare pleading into mine.
O! My heart aches to stroke ebony silken fur
And cuddling you revel in thy low grateful purr.
Yet how can I to fate this fondest wish resign?
Raven Miriam! Daughter o' plumy waving tail
Dancing freely, arms outstretched in moss laden air,
For three baby sisters and wee brother doth care;
Showering them all in tender love without fail.
Four growing babes frolicking with Miriam so dear.
One glossiest raven, proud miniature of thee;
Grey tabbies—two mittened—comprise those other three.
Bringing to lonely bleak days a ray of cheer.
One balmy afternoon I searched but found I none.
To my frail despairing call, silence echoing
While all around me harsh November winds blowing
Taunting in cruelest mockery—all now are gone!
One morn you came—yes! Only you in dreary rain.
With glad heart and bountiful meal I begged thee cleave.
Poor onyx stray! Where is thy fam'ly? Why must thou leave?
Helpless, I watch you cross the busy road—again.
~Hilda~
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC