"familys" poems
Blankets
Movies
Hot chocolates
My day was so chill until I got home and turned on the news
Death, death, politics, sports, death.
It made me realise how lucky I really am
To live in a safe home, with friends, familys, food and no war
For that I'm grateful.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
Theres this guy named David Bojay.. hes like one of my closetest friends.. not many people know his story or what he has gone through but he opened up to me and told me everything.. i didnt know how to react or what to say.. everything he told me , you would never think he would go through because of how chill, funny, polite he is.. Once he told me , i worried about him and i thought differently about him because he was a great friend and i didnt want anything to happen to him..
if only you guys knew how great this guy is , you would understand why im writing this.. me and him have gone through practically the same **** hes like my twin but come from different familys.. honestly consider him my brother. i try not to stay to distant from him but lately weve been busy and weve been really distant.. his story is my story.. god brought us together for a reason , maybe he is the one that is leading back to the right path because before i was ****** up in the mind and i was a trouble maker.. lately ive been chilling with him and lately ive just been quiet and acting better.. all thanks to my bestfriend David Bojay.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
She's a woman of integrity,
She recognises her beauty,
And her specialty.
Knowing she's not perfect,
She reflects before she can react,
She may not be every mans desire,
But that doesn't matter because its not something to require,
Love and total attention from one is enough,
Lots of times she laughs,
At times she even bluffs,
When life gets rough,
She gets tough,
She's a survivor,
Her familys reviver.
She's a woman,
A woman of integrity.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
*Chained in these walls, door to door
Gray, the lack of sun
Gray, the mood among us all
Gray and somber each phrase
Share my life with strangers
I shall not see outdoors
Fake smiles and hope
A lie or maybe two or maybe always
Lets eat together and watch the same old channel
Every day repeat yesterday
Am I on the list today? Is it my turn?
Pump me with more pills
To drown the emotions and thrills
I no longer feel or want to
Rehab, oh rehab
Someone new, lost like so many before him
Shrieks of withdrawal, of never again
How many times? Five, but this is the last
Sure, naive, denial we do share
The hope and disappointment
Of familys that refuse to give up
The hope these gray rooms will teach
What we already learned so many times
The halls we pace, maybe for the last time
This is do or die*
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 9:52 AM UTC
Cudi, Miller, My skrillex killer.
My only tune is dreamin high,
I'm just sober it's a lie, Got my tack my only tune,
iss ok be home in june,
see my boo so soon no doom,
Its a relapse she my trigga I collapse wit out my *****
has the tips we seen the trips.
Keep ya real don't give ya lips,
Your'e friend that blow your'e friend the ***
don't lose your'e pride don't lose that glow,
I'd feal the blame.
My heart the shame., Restart the button and earn the "name"
I'm sorry hailey, Leavin nd diseven
Gettin lost nd takin cost,
Ya boo jesse Mckush
for my sister hailey haglund
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
salt offerings to the wounds of pride
difference between dark of doom
and the engine of simple summer eve
night sustains but
but doom is the door to the
great beyond and the fates fair or foul
that awaits each of us
a voice echoes along the path
to all the heavens ever proposed by mans thought
that voice speaks of years
spins a tale of labors
whispers songs of longing
quietly shouts story's of horror
reserve your strengths friend
for the battle yet to come
hush your unquiet mind
and lay your head down to rest
soon enough blades shall stir to war
soon enough widows shall gather their children to
graveside rememberence of fallen fathers
as trailing edge of summer day
slips into the past
the depth and majesty of summer night unfolds
crickets and the sounds of feasting familys
warm breeze in the tall grass
the sand of a beach on your fingertips
simple joys in our world and of our lives
are the counterbalance the
the dark things in our world
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
"Unlovable" is harsh,
But love is scarce,
When you live in this world of mine
People judge your hope,
But you can only cope,
Because it started from the beginning of time
They see what they hate,
And peace is too late,
For it begins another war
Humans beg and cry,
And on the streets they die,
And yet, we ask for more
We tend to be sick and wrong,
But in our minds we stand strong,
Alone against the world
Because of our hate,
And of the lives we take,
We wouldn't feel love if we could
So around and 'round,
We're beat to the ground,
In this circle of blood and gore
By our familys and friends,
And anyone with hands,
Until we shout, "No more"
We're pushed to the limit
Until we take the ticket
For a train to get out of town
But the only place to go,
And of this we know,
Is to be those six feet down
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
Red ribbons around the streetlights.
The lights from the commadore theather
are a reflection of the past.
Coblestone streets the historic district across the water
buildings are lit haunting shadows over the water.
Once a year closed streets seem to travle back in time.
Roasted penuts street corner preformers.
Familys togather homeless on benches not all is beautiful and bright.
Sweet city so cold and gritty.
Christmas lights like neon signs call to my jaded soul.
Horse and carrige ride down by the water.
New lovers getting lost in the moment an season.
I sit apon the steps of the old church share a bottle with
My new best friend smells of the city echo back to another time.
Lights and sounds reflect a holiday on highstreet.
Hands held togther when in another life it seems you
were mine.
Cold are the streets carols fill this night.
If only more than once a year.
We could embrase this spirt.
Then trap it for one peaceful day.
The traffic apon Highstreet is is slowing
The festival crowd is fading.
The bottle of christmas cheer is almost gone
so along with the I must be going.
Oct 19, 2009
Oct 19, 2009 at 10:45 AM UTC
Familys ******** can ya hear em?
Uncle larry's probaly gonna puke dont get near him.
I kinda ****** up sight.
Someone get Bobby Joe outthe street cause ya know he aint bright.
Christmas kinda blows around here.
So toss me a bottle and crack a beer.
Hey did anyone know how the tree caught fire?
No sweetie uncle Stan isnt a down on his luck actor.
He's really a drug dealer and habitual liar.
Is egg nog supposed to have chunks.
No baby it's not cool that your 13 on facebook asking
for pic's of shirtless hunks.
Great it's time to sit down to dinner
Yes sure is great Father O Malley showed up.
Who better to chasethe boys and drink up the whiskey
screaming at the hat rack it's a sinner.
Um it's hard to make snow Angels on the concrete.
No your son isnt spoiled.
He's just wearing more than i make month with his
seven thousand dollar sneakers on his feet.
Grandma it's kiss under the mistletoe no tongue.
Ya think grandpa would have slowed on the cigs after getting put in the iron lung.
Great a blizzard has snowed us all in. yippie im bunking with Little Tommy tinkles thats the way the holiday goes.
I think freezing to death doesnt sound so bad.
Lord how Christmas blows.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
12:07 am
this is my first time writing since may. i dont really know what to write about. ive written about pain, ive written about guilt, *** abuse, drugs. it seems thats all there is to be wrote about. i could write about love, but **** it thats so cliche and trust me ive tried it once and it turned out rotten.
i think this is a very bad time in my life. it feels as if rock bottom is one hill away. (lost all my friends, lost familys respect,cutting, getting fat(startingtostarve), snorting percs). ive thought ive been at rock bottom so many times. but every time i thought it, i realized theres more to come. (every overdose i exposed to mom)
but this time i think im farther down than that. im to the point that i realize dying is a bad option, but i can feel, as the seconds go by, it seems like the best. i know i thought about dying before, but never in this sense. ive never thought of it as a real option, ive always thought "yes, i will take these pills, but they will not **** me. i will get help after they see im suffering"
honestly, i dont want to overdose and end up back in the hospital. its a bore, a endless circle of routine. (take the pills, confess, hospital, pumped with fluids, drink the charcol, talk to doctors, pack my bags, long drive, 1 week stay)
but i dont want to die either. im terrifed of whats after death. (heaven/hell?, rot in the ground? come back a bear?) (worst scenario: stay on earth as a ghost, watch my loved ones suffer)
and i do realize there are people that love me, not many, but enough. and for some ****** up reason thats not stopping me from my selfishness. its not convincing me to let my darkness out.
im so confused about life and about who we are and what were suppoused to do and how everything ended up the way it did. im thinking too much nonsense, not thinking enough commonsense.
anyways, i guess ill keep living for now (probably keep cutting, keep snorting pills, and keep starving) and pray (towho???)that things get better
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I am going to miss our long talks
It's so hard now, knowing you're not there
Even when you were losing your memory
I could keep up with your fragments
Still I miss those long talks
On the phone for hours with things we'd share
A tiny piece would be the key
to open those old torments
Seems like we shared so many long talks
No one knew & I believe didn't care
Since we were not the same blood, yet family
You were my mother's angel sent
Those times of long talks
We shared secrets no one else would dare
Constantly in sibling revelry
Over your demise & monetary spent
We were all about long talks
So comforting knowing you were there
Never knowing a man's fidelity
three familys raised with good intent
Stories and sermonds were our long talks
The time we spent most unaware
Of material offering's complexity
Sharing, caring, it all went
Long Talks
Is what we shared
Not blood or bone, some history
A long life with no repent
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 11:53 AM UTC
Do you write poetry to get it all out
Or to hide it?
Do you write because you want to scream
And shout, or because you cant hide it?
I write when im lonely
When the demons inside me get roudy
When the drugs come a'howlin
And my familys looking over me,
Frowning
I write when the slits on my wrists look like the telephone lines i should be calling
But instead of screaming i just end up scrawling
All my pathetic overstated woes
Right here
So facilitate me, you strangers
Love this post. Even though i hate it
Youve no idea the dangers im in
Trying to stay away from that whole bottle of gin
In the corner
Facilitate my anxieties
Show me your all just sheep
Flocking to litterature like the bowls of soup attract the meak
Im not a person here.
None of you really care
Are you even self aware
Do you know That even though its poetry
Theres a person there?
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
The thought of you almost makes me cry ,knowing I might not ever see you again , the thought of loseing you to someone else , not knowing what is gonna happen in the future, going back to memories just to be happy because none are being made, holding you in my arms untill I fall asleep, kissing your sweet lips everytime I had the chance , just seeing your face puts a smile on my face, the thought of you driveing away for the last time ..... heart breaking, knowing you won't find better dosent help the situation of you in my thoughts, familys and school causeing us to be appart, my dreams leave me lonley in the mornings because you are gone, the thought of my first love drifting into the western sunset while I sit her on the darkside of the moon trying to find insperation to cross to the otherside is like a rough rollacoster ride, the thought of you makes me feel nanny differnt ways .....
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
head spinning, it hurts like it shouldn't that i think what i couldnt when things were begining and you were winning me over, wouldnt it be nice if we could toss the dice and mimic the devices that left us on our knees, fast forward to the ever elusive striaghtforward tease ive become, not in your absense, but from things left undone, words left unsaid hide behind nostolgia that eats away and craves attention in my head, growing with every shared breath in your bed, you think i'm talking about *** and the haunting ghosts of longing thats causing my stalling, preventing the steps i might take in softening the brown eyed mourning, little white lies storming off my mouth because i would hate for you know i love you, not because i ****** you, because i know your dad drives a red truck and survives with you deprived from his life , because i know your mom shoots up in cheers to disputes in your familys broken roots, because everytime i see you i forget everything.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 3:40 PM UTC
You ***** a little girl.
And I saw you as a good dad
And my familys ****** up
I feel so crazy as I look up
To the sky, and through applications
I have to find a place for her
To live, as cancer steels her life
Her big personality, as finalizing choke out of me
What I am suppose to say
And as people I care come crawling out from
Dark, I park myself in the one ray of light
Fighting to stay the person that I am
Uncle you are a tweeker, But I love you
But you steel from my dyeing grandmother
I WILL ******* KICK YOU
Right in the teeth so you wont smile at me anymore
I will die
When they burn down that old house
I will die
When she lets cancer take away everything
I will die
When I don’t know what to say and its to late ill die
Frustration overtakes me, someone save me
Im failing. No one will help an old lady out for real?
Whats the deal. What kind of world do I live in
And rewind. He touched a little girl
My grandmas is soon to be homeless
Because they will take
What made my childhood
And my uncle finds everything
He can take and runs away
And I stand alone
Trying to find her a home
And fathers day is on the way
But I don’t know what to give him
Maybe a letter that says
Thanks for growing up
Once I didn’t need a dad
And at the end
I'm still mad
Happy please find me
Please find me
*so lost, I cant even find the right buttons, right words... ****** poem, ****** home.*
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
i live in a sufficatin hell seeing every one **** up.
there is only pure anger for what we have be came
we are only macheins that have rules to be slaved by the government.
we dye we cry we suffer our lives end with just a single button
I live in darkness with no light.
I live in this hell seeing society become a threat.
i live in hell seeing innecent people dye from people who attck there life.
i just watch the world turn seeing nothing but insent blood shed that has lost the most import people who can heal the mistakes
i live in my own hell seeing every day blood shed taking familys to death.
i have words to say but seeing your own friend get taken out by warfare (WHAT THE **** i live in my own hell seeing just **** rip apart people
i live in this world that has no boundries no limits no nothing. just blood shed with no regert
i live in this world full of danger i always have to keep my sences up to be awaerar of the next move
i live in a world of hell where there is nothing to stop by boundries just blood shed
my own living hell is everyday trying just to survive as time goes on
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
I thank you everyday before I rest my head for fighting
for our country.
If anything were to happen to either of you I'll never forget
you.
I love you the both of you very much.
I'm always thinking about you.
Sometimes I cry with tears of joy because I got to meet you
before you left for this war.
Your familys and I want you both home safe and unharmed.
I also understand that not everyone makes it home from war
but all I have to say is I have faith in you and I know you will come home.
All I can really ask for are letters to let me know that you are doing well and to never lie to me if somethings wrong or you need something I want to know.
Be safe and Fight hard
My Fighting Angels <3
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
The rough texture of your palms Lingers on my fingertips.
Your enchanting laugh rings in my ears.
You were my protecter.
My hero.
It was far to soon for u to Hang up your cape.
5 longs years spiral out of control in a matter of days.
Feeling Your smile fading in my eyes hour by hour. I begged for your life.
But god turned his back on my selfish pleas.
I am told it all happens for a reason, But I can find no reasoning in a father being torn from his family far before his time.
Cancer doesn't rip apart familys for a reason.
Daughters arnt ment to watch there father slip away for a reason.
I would have sold my soul for one last hug, To hear your voice agian.
My father stolen from me by The venom that corsed in his veins.
Life is to fickle to appreciate. But I sware if I could have had one last phone call I could renue my lust to live. I could step out of this seemingly endless revolving door.
With you gone the house is Hallow.
We are Hallow.
You left us frightfully stumbling through a mirror maze.
You were the light to guide me home. But I am left a shell of a daughter craving for one more minute Of life in you.
I see You in my dreams, A moment of comfort in your presence that leaves me bitter an hurt when I wake.
I write to you everyday knowing there just words lost in the wind.
You sculpted me into a broken masterpiece and left me unfinished.
Left a hole in me that can never seem to be filled.
Well u laid in the hospital bed with the cold cloth i had placed on your head i felt as tho i was a young child agian longing to crawl up in your lap an have you tell me everytging was going to be ok.
My tears seem Dried an i cant kick start my heart.
The lights on life dimmed by your absence.
Everywhere i turn i see you.
Raw an open, I miss you So much words could not descride.
Please.
Please.
Come home daddy
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Feel like I lost my **** sold only 20 albums man, just kidding kids call me your familys car cos I haven't started yet, Holding on to a nudey photo I found up at a Hilton hotel in Skene, all rhymezone rappers don't even sound like me, chilling out on ceiling, upside down high on coke, dope and a lil bit of ketmine, I'm if I feeling mad, even feeling sad, mix up party with some methamphetamine, laser tag in the evening, in the studio is where I'll be, don't forgot that I'm not a rapper just yet I'm only lil bitty lyricist and still see where the unsolved problem lies, got flips lit, walking through a rapper Valhalla like Oden himself..., selfishly is how these lil **** rappers seem to behave and when looking at a life like that only me would me in the grave, now it feels like a gotta wipe every least 'so called rapper' from this genre...
And now **** you said it
Think you broke my heart but oh no you didn't
Lost the will to down a whole bottle
Maybe should pack my bags and move to Colarado
Feel love through this flow, now it feels like I need a change
Its a shame that all love ends the same way...
To ask me what happened to hip hop and try understand I got this game on lock, I think it's inevitable that I have to be this way, I'm the one who won't tolerate it but most likely will turn up a day late, and though longterm plans isn't my critique, so you better watch your back, keep your eyes to your feet, bow down before me, I'm not your king but it's not my fault its stand at a childproof window at a debate with and grenade to my head, feel like I'm running into a wall head first bottle of blood for my ****** move on me your bubbles getting burst, fall to the ground and maybe you'd break your back but I'm still ******* standing after all my work...
And now **** you said it
Think you broke my heart but oh no you didn't
Lost the will to down a whole bottle
Maybe should pack my bags and move to Colarado
Feel love through this flow, no feels like I need change
Its a shame that all love ends the same way...
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
it is the little things
that consume me...
the daily minutea
that others miss...
or deem discardable.
it is these.....
small moments
i am drawn to..
that.. i focus on......
as the big picture sails by
piccolo thoughts
and lilliputian dreams...
.... engage me.
encouraging me to ..
flights of fancy....
expansive in expression...
....snatches of conversation
half finished gestures.....
are bread and butter
.... sustaining me.
...tiny bits of tree twiglet,
when they grow...
what stories could they tell.
a christmas stamp stuck to the
cement pavement...
i would hate to pay
the postage on sending that package.
always...and always
in the back of my mind....
the sea....
full of teeming....
tiny floaty things for me...
to inadeaquately... describe
and love... i write love well....
then there are....
.... the familys forgotten moments
...gathered by my quill
we..... as poets... are life's truest horder's .....inscribing life on sky and tree.....
we see and hold....
....and feel and scry.
the minikens... of all .....mankind
with little.. splot, spotches..? of inkspots ..joined to form a line.
of words to open hearts...
..and free encumbered mind
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
3 months old little Paddle began to change
His fluffy yellow feathers rearranged
His new feathers silvery brown exchanged
A little taller in stature, neck now long
Mrs. Fiddle and Mr. Faddle waddle doddle
Little paddle, full of **** and vinegar
full throttle singing a song
One fine day his family got larger, they say
Mrs. Toodles, and Mr. Doodles and their
3 triplets aunt, uncle cousins, arrived today
Doodle , Caboodle, and Scoodle Triplets
The girls walking and talking liplets
The triplets Doodle, Caboodle,Scoodle and little Paddle scurry flurry off to play
Mrs Fittle, Mr Faddle, Mrs Tootle, Mr. Doodle between them not much to say
Frazzled and dazzled, caring for their offspring each day
The geese parents getting older
The Young gaggle of geese growing bolder
As the weather grew colder?
The familys stay away from the flock
Each day time takes away the ever changing clock
Both parents know one thing fear the dock
The first snippet and tip it good weather
No longer needing those thick feathers like a sweater
The sweet smell of flowers, hang in the air, lilac, and Heather
It’s time to learn how to Fly
The gaggle of geese begin to nervously cry
Trying to lift off the ground their parents
Not a sound, cautiously, look around
Keep trying, encourage, parent geese flying
Take a run for the sky lift off high battle cry
The exquisite excitement is in the air
Feathers to and fro flailing everywhere
The triplets hover lovers without a care
Little paddles Svelte feathers show a tare
Slowly draft drifted Earth bound
A shaky *** slump, defeated down
Mrs. Fittle, and Mr. Faddle right behind
Little paddle’s battle to stay in the air
Incidence grew in intensity with Care
The truth his feathers were just not ready
Sadly madly he wanted to soar not steady
His wings too small it was not his time
The hardest lesson is being left behind
Little paddle’s glorious day will come
He will gleefully glide, in the big blue sky
With Mrs. fiddle and Mr. Faddle closely by
Jun 2, 2024
Jun 2, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC
my dog stands barking by the door
his nails click on the tile floor
the air outside the house is chill
if i dont walk him no one will
after vast quantities of food
the familys in a sleepy mood
as im awake i must now go
& round the block pace to and fro
the trees are bare the wind is cold
i cant believe i was cajoled
to walk this small ungrateful beast
while all the rest on turkey feast
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
Since you came, our fields
don't look the same.
You broke us down and
changed our ways.
We were once beautiful
filled with lots of green
and the calm blue of the sea.
You destroyed familys and dreams
and our hope simply disappeared.
María, ******* hurricane,
my little island is not the same.
My heart aches and screams
to see how it once were.
Beacuse we were once beautiful
and then you came.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
even with her sitting next to me
even with the radio blaring
with the tv whispering
nothing ever makes this home
my parents house a hell hole even for the devil
made me crazy
drove so many to depression
its a chronic outbreak
catch quicker than aids
its never the same every time i come here
so why do i return
why do i stay
maybe i can reach out to even my father
that its time to set this hell house on fire
let the kerosene erupt the boards into ashes
let the screams of our familys curse
die in an echo of black smoke
in hell with nowhere to run
i wonder how long this house will continue
to destroy my family further
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
In the passenger seat 5 minutes from heavenly green
I ain't watin till I get home
Brought the grinder and the papers ima roll a cone
Space cruze on a road heavily used by 5O
Who cares I need smoke
Can't think without hit so i wake up and spark it
I keep it lit till my eyes lose focus and i pass out
Inhale life, hold in pain, blow out a different mind state
One that is'nt so insane
You wanna meet a real stoner?
That smokes on the daily,
Goes to work to make money for a bag!
Stays in a mind state thats kinda hazy,
Come my way baby, I stay towards the north west.
In a mountain valley where good **** comes with no request
We don't play that midgrade, only carry the best strains.
And the best thang is everybody in town smokes down
So come to my town find a place to sit down
Brace yourself this high grade gone put you down.
Idaho is every state's joke and really we don't care
The smaller the population is the More **** the born and raised gem state familys can blaze
I don't need oxygen, I just need THC!!
I keep a pipe or a joint close to me.
Police only think I'm high when I'm outta ****
My teachers tellin me to leave cuz I need to smoke
I can only see, when I'm in a cloud of smoke
I blaze when I'm broke. cuz homies got me an they know I'll always get em back fat
So no day is a clear day, blowin clouds out our mouths is how we stay
Always way too blazed, can't pass the bowl, can't wait till the high takes hold,
Puff puff pass this blunt of gold to every stoner young or old
ZtickZ-
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC