"fess" poems
the girls had been chattering and laughing in the dining room when suddenly nan, zoey, and madison charged in the room. making everyone stop and look at them. "Alright ******* Madison stood with her arms crossed and an enraged look in her dark brown eyes. "who the **** stole my money???" she questioned. the girls just sat there and looked at her quietly. "okay, none of you broke *** hos want to fess up? you're ballsy enough to take my **** but you're not ballsy enough to stand up to me? i see" Madison shouted. sadness and hostility in her eyes and voice.
"who took Madisons money? i wanna know right now!" Cassie stood up in anger. quickly rushing to Madisons aid. Madison nudged her alittle and rolled her eyes. Cassie folded her arms, mimicking exactly what Madison had been doing. "BROKE *** HOESSSS!" Cassie screamed, pointing at all the girls. Pyper rolled her big blue eyes and flipped her long crimson red hair laughing, "nobody stole your money you idiot, you probably just misplaced it." she laughed, fearlessly looking madison straight in the eyes. which made nan look at pyper very suspiciously as she read her mind. "hold my earrings please." Madison began to put her hair up in a bun. "what is going on in here?" Cordelia stormed in the room with her arms folded. "put your shoes on Madison." Cordelia looked at Madison in confusion. "nothing, Madisons spazing out because she thinks that someone took her money. and now she's getting all 'ghetto' and bent out of shape about it. taking her payless heels off like she's actually going to do something." pyper rolled her eyes and joked, making the rest of the girls laugh aswell. "payless? i only wear chanel." Madison flipped her hair. Nan looked Pyper in the eyes suspiciously, shaking her head from side to side. "i'm going to say this once and once only." cordelia shouted. "i will not have any fighting or steeling in this house. and if anyone is caught fighting or steeling, you will be expelled. it's a big bad world out there girls, up until now you've all lived very sheltered lives and i'd hate to send you out in it to fend for yourselves." Cordelia sighed. pyper got a very sad look in her eyes. "sheltered" she snickered, "right."
Nan looked at pyper sadly, still reading her mind.
"what are you looking at?" Pyper shouted at nan viciously.
"i'm not sure yet." Nan replied curiously.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
To the man on the street that called my ex girlfriend and I ****** I forgive you. We were nineteen and in love, I’m sorry that you were raised in a way that made you look at two girls holding hands and laughing as something that wasn’t to be shown in public. I’m sorry that my happiness made you feel insecure in that moment. My happiness was not on display to offend you. My love life was never an act of rebellion against you. I will forgive you for how you were raised but I will not apologize for showing love in a way you don’t deem appropriate for wandering eyes.
To the people I went to high school with, I’m sorry I never heard the rumours you spread about me until you were already out of my life. I’m sure you meant to break my heart when you called me **** in the hallways but your words never made their way back to me. Your aggression towards who I chose to love never stopped me from falling in love with girls I never imagined could be real. I refuse to hide away my love. I will not let your words shame me back into the closet I was scared to admit I was stuck in.
To the people who used to send me anonymous messages telling me to **** myself I hope you’re in a better place now. I often think about how my big secret made you so upset that you couldn’t stand to live in the same world as me. I’m not sorry that I’m still here now. I still feel sorry that you were so sad with yourself that you needed to make me feel as hopeless as you were.
To the people who voted no towards same *** marriage but watch girl on girl **** I’m sorry my love is only okay when it’s for your pleasure. I’m sorry that you have such a skewed view on life that you see women as objects and not as people. I would forgive you but I don’t think you’d fess to your wrongdoing to be forgiven. There is nothing to forgive if someone won’t admit that they are wrong.
I’m twenty three now and I’m still not sorry for writing love poems about beautiful girls. I have stopped apologizing for being something that I’m proud of. I no longer hide behind my assumed heterosexuality. I proudly proclaim my attraction to women because I spent too many years being ashamed of being in love. I will never again sweep hatred under the rug to keep peace. I have never needed your approval for my love to be valid and I never will.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
promised you a new love poem
every day till forever arrives,
for it will until then to
exhaust the crazy no limit ways to communicate
how my love for you consumes my
fragility, uncovering my core of strength,
that is never exposed, but for/to you,
but for/to you
*my unidimensional surface
unpierced,
no one sees what you x-ray,
and I fess willingly, with ease of mind,
that my secrets are safe stored best within
the borderless country where our ven
diagrams of souls
intersect with iron & steel & titanium
ribboned lines of inviolate invisible
pure white*
*here I stop
lest I die of bursting,
and yet I weep
for us,
for
you,*
no longer
read my poetry
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC
Haven't slept
****** mess
Up all night
To DMX
Gettin vex
Stress
Unnecessary
In excess
Need you tonight
I fess up!
Fed up
Made it up
The half pipe
Inhaled the High
For my time
And the sight
Now I'm blind
In decline
Spose to fly
But
Yo I'm slippin, I'm fallin...
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I watch you in stop motion.
Love-
ly
dress,
I
must
con-
fess,
I probably
won’t
remember it
at all.
They’ve been trying for a while now
to anchor you down
tie you to the anvils of atoms and silk
I’ve been telling them for a while now
you’re extra-planetary
you won’t fit into their egg cartons
your first appearance
was marked by a fire
engulfing any earthly
binding or chains
You’ve been burning for a while now
with unlikely alchemy
with flames that repeat my exhaling
We’ve been missing for a while now
lost in each other
away from the world of atoms and silk
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
May it be quiet
May there be no light,
For May is quite tired
Tonight Last night Next night
Sleep tight,
Shall not one bird shout
What with doubt or delight
Insomnia-blue sky sounds out
May May fess up, call-self-out?
May I, Shall I, Am I?
What only a cvnt could spout
Burnt bridges, Eye melting an eye
This milk's rotten, I won't cry
Peace is all I dream about.
The birds sing, another fight
Goodnight cry out Be alright
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Or is it?
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXXXIX)
Yes, anime as from a distance' frail
Note comes to hail me on my own phone hence--
Which brother's taste cavorting gaily thence
Like to a happy air I cherish? pale
As liking by mere halves what plays for bail
Now in the background. Lo, and for intents
Sis can make calls, whilst oh! don't ask me whence,
But add the p'lice erm, scanner too, to scale.
If only oh, the LORD would e'er and fer
All time take care of little me. I do
Not know how to whatever, though tis poor,
Ye say, to fess't? My brother's old phone too,
They set it up for me, and how we tour
Their favrite stuff thereon. Fun like few knew.
02Apr17b
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Bang bang
***** die slow
There’s more to hip hop
Than that ya know
It’s more than the bling
Some ****** show
More than the cribs
The cars or the dough
The culture’s diverse
And you need to know
It’s more than the **** shakin
You’ll always see
On certain shows
On the cable TV
It’s more than the dissin
The fights and braggin rights
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
We’re checkin for content
As well as for flow
You’re pimpin the game
And the homies know
You’re talkin ‘bout places
That you’ll never go
Talkin ‘bout crimes
You never committed
And it’s about time
To fess-up and admit it
Here is the deal
You need to yield
Cos it’s gettin too real
In the field
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
Ya namean
Let me give ya the low
Some name themselves
After I-talian criminals
Sending public messages
That attacks the subliminal
Then start complainin
Once they get popped
And the uninformed
Blame it on hip hop
And it’s not fair
That hip hop takes the blame
For some of you out there
That I could name
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
It’s about to be a rap
For the rap game (yo)
Rap is spiralin further
Out of control
And the government now
Sees itself in the role
Of overseer or regulator
Ya knew it would happen
Sooner or later
If you go on trial
You won’t be around
That’s their way of keepin
The Black man down
All you have to do is jus look around
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
All it takes for you to be
Good to go
Is a mouth full of platinum
And a video **
There’s more to life
Than that you know
Don’t let me be the one
To say I told you so
Cos the seeds you’re plantin
Are kinda rough to ***
But you’re convinced
That you are it
And a ****** like me
Can’t tell you ****
Bang bang
***** die slow
I’m only sayin
What ya already know
Bang bang
***** die slow
There’s more to hip hop
Than that ya know
It’s more than the bling
Some ****** show
More than the cribs
The cars or the dough
The culture’s diverse
And you need to know
It’s more than the **** shakin
You’ll always see
On certain shows
On the cable TV
It’s more than the dissin
The fights and braggin rights
(c) Copyright, 2015 Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
My expression in verse and word.
It is my rock.
My salvation though I. Walked away when limbs were healed. Over the
Years. It sat in dusty corner like the forgotten bookcase.
Runway living. Reaching for the next thing distraction.
Social interaction has become a relic. As we wiggle and prance but
Speak less about truth. Face to face. Eye to eye.
Raise your hands out there if you hear me.
Look up from. The screen if you know. Ditto.
Pain is the great equalizer. Fatigue makes cowards of us all.the mighty has a date as well as the meek .
Nod your head if too weak to speak.
I swear. This coil.
This man-ifestation of struggle and toil.
Fear not. The bottom approaches with a rush. A sudden stop.
It is the anticpation that tingles and teases.
Breathlessly we glide.
My words are my blessing and damnation. Barbed and tipped with buffalo ****
Sweet as the sweetest nectar. Volatile and ******
Willful and recklessly they exit to strike and injure.caress. Convince.
My fathers legacy. Process of elimination.
Truth. Has gone wanting today
Never to return I fear. A vagabond.outcast.
A *****
The wellspring rustles and bubbles patiently not stagnant.
Time is of essence an essence. In essence. A dab or two behind each ear.and sodium pentothal. politicians fess up.
Money caves see sunlight in all corners the thief has absconded. The judge
Slinks down from his perch blood red hands clasped behind his back
There stands the summit. Still I must climb. Unknown the other side.
Will truth abide? there .Another expanse of lies and distortion.Trickeration says I.
a misty bog. Listen. Bagpipes ?. The leafless branch vibrates a siren song to the sod.
The shimmering pool in the parched desert of god.
I stagger foward now unaware. No I am past caring. The will still is there
A ghost. Soon soon.
No ?. No. A mirage
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
Them tell I, and I just is res' up
but them babylon beat me toratti
and this blood done have to be fess up
but I innocent,
this is a fit up.
The boys in the yard pay softball
but hard
and the radio crackled
a laugh from the ghetto
a death we do not know, but
babylon burns me,
I learn from the brief
that I
is got grief because
them in the Met'
got a room with a view
and won't let me sleep 'til I write
down in longhand a statement to
hang me.
In black and white between the
day and the night,
I res' up
confess to all
fall in love with the thoughts that I have
conquered
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Get your finger out!
I hear you shout.
Give Life a clout.
But what’s it all about?
What does it mean?
Out of what?
A hole in a gun?
Or your ***
How do you think I sit?
Is my finger covered
In something not too pleasant?
So you think I’m lazy!
You must be crazy.
I’ve worked off my socks
Yet I’m tied to the stocks.
We are ALL in this mess,
Yes it’s time to fess.
Too much wrong in this world:
Time our flag was unfurled.
To do nothing is bad,
From Rome to Riyadh.
Don’t want to feel sad:
We’d rather be glad
That we acted
Without being distracted.
So get that flipping finger out!
Paul Butters
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I'm fine
Sometimes i just whine
I feel like a failure
Like everything I do is wrong
My life like an annoying ****
All I do is clash
Everything I touch comes to crash
I always mess up
And then I fess up
To make amends
But still I fail there too
I fail most when dealing with you
No particular you
Just with all people I do
And yet even still
I'll try to follow your will
Because you love me
Even though I'm a failure
You love me still
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
Everyday is a struggle climbing to the top
Over all the disrespect others have
I don't want anyone speaking on my behalf
Betrayed but still haven't lost faith
Mind moving towards ideas that sound right
Others assume crazy instead of different
I'm tired of feeling abandoned crying over love
The one I want I cannot have
She married someone else gave the life I wanted to someone else
Not hurt but moving forward
Once destroyed everything nothing mattered
Trying to pursue the life I see and want
The life that will take to new places.
Moving in the wrong directs
More setback and detours falling is alway easier than climbing back up
The courage and strength lost recreating and rebuilding a new imagine
Take old ideas sometime start with scratch fresh new beginnings forget the old.
Nothing goes right find what feels right and make it work
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
Crumbling into dust abhorrent,
In a misery of self esteem in full denial,
Continually reviled in a revolution of nightmares,
Veiled under skylight cloaked in sapphire,
Moonlight taps the tree tops, leaving only pallid illuminations on display,
Revealed the missing link to secret lives,
Fireflies smart provoke an image of light coming out of darkness'shell,
Banners dropped grounded as resilience is lost, in some sort of ridiculous futility!
In a blazing fear of being hurt again,
Chaos runs through muddled brain,,
Pain departed, won't be restarted,
Rain of acid washed away past pain,
'Fess up it's there ain't it grand that someone cares,
With a heart so genuine and warm who blesses you with TLC.....
Maybe you are dozy, maybe you are not,
For you won't accept the mischievious feelings you have got!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
Once upon a time
Is something so easy to rhyme
I can even throw in a lime
Funny enough it only cost a dime
Here I sit in my prime
Silent as a yelling mime
Turn up the volume times nine
Twirling around so high
Riding a little trike
No knowledge of spite
Around which to bind
Life stays bright
Do not let it slide
Take it for a ride
Watch the incoming tide
Our worlds collide
We both come inside
Relinquish our pride
Give up the fight
'Fess up to the lies
A moment to reconcile
Then we begin to smile
And laughing all the while
Once upon a time
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
Just an usual lazy-mode play,
as I sat before this
site of wondrous, happy-to-write,
chuckled long and deep,
wormed through acclaims' poets;
I find you from nowhere
as I did truly forgot
how I got you on my screen,
in my likes, in my mind,
sane side of it all,
for all you wrote
was sour ***
bitter *** and your happy ones,
with clever words that mostly swore.
If I were a moody Sylvia head,
you are, sure, a shady Ted.
I fess I must leave sooner
or else I will pucker too much
and drop my tongue
down your throat
but I had my chastity,
I remember having it last night, honey;
so I shall prep for a hot water bath
and wear it all over again
but you may have to sleep
with all but one less lover girl.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
Every thing's in shambles,
Altercation up ahead.
Why do we complain
If it’s just something small?
Do we even dare
To listen carefully?
Probably sometimes,
Things weren’t what it seems.
What you see is what you get
Isn't always correct;
Just level your ears
To what could be true.
Never depend on yourself alone,
Just open and fess it up.
There will be helpers around;
So what’s harm in trying?
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Because he gets to do whatever he wants! He gets
to go to cafes and draw dumb things and he probably
got drunk there too, with his stupid sister. He even got
to get a tattoo and everyone loves him for it, everyone adores him for it.
But people hate us.
He's an attention grubbing idiot.
He has a job.
He can't fess up to anything, he just keeps lying to himself.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Actualized Coffins
Gravity is working energies, Time enlights the two parts
Fathom me patterns bleed as flesh
instills liquid
curbs sin
curves city
Entirely
Curiousity
Pens Accost forwarding urns
Imbue lightning Deeds, Items,
Manifest Destined Fates Weave Purity
Fool's-Gold
(Era)
Slander Wisdom Before
(Pro
fess
ion
all)
(matter)
Go
Forth Seek the Rest
Pale Black Red White Beasts
Feel the vision of moments here
(I
all)
Helpful
Felt Wisdom
forces
Gold out of Earth, Metal in
two Flesh crease envelope Ghost, a friend Ship
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
who am i?
do you know me?
if you know me then give a hint,
dont be selfish i need to know,
know me,
but who am i?
my head is crackled,
words are renderless,
my heart is cryin,
who am i?
please if you know then tell,
its a secrect from deep within,
within me,
but if you can see it,
then fess up,
who am i?
I am me.
me is I.
I accept me,
I am Tia.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 7:12 PM UTC
I wish we didn't get along so well
I wish you didn't understand me so well
I wish you didn't express your feelings so well
I wish I didn't like you
I think we could work if we weren't so messed up
I think I could try if I weren't so f'd up
I think it's a waste for me to even 'fess up
it's just not something that I would do
All these things that are holding me back from exploring,
all these fears that prevent me from trust.
the emotions I feel-- an unwanted outpouring
this is new
'seems I cannot adjust
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Whenever i see crap in the toilet
I think of you
But there's no need to hurry
And there's no need to worry
Just let this feeling sink
Well, even if you can't think
Don't you dare even make a fess
It's not my fault
That your so freakin brainless
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Don’t ask someone to try and then give up,
Be done with the lies and ‘fess up,
I’m not ****** I’m torn up,
My heart’s not shattered, it’s ripped up,
It didn’t fall to the ground, it got picked up,
It’s only lucky if it’s head’s up,
This isn’t a poem, it’s a write up,
Don’t be a coward, stand up,
Open your ears and listen up,
This is life, no matter how ****** up.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 5:33 PM UTC
Not that I can't say or fess,
I just can't tell it's affirmed.
It may take me quite a while
Before I can see the next scene.
I could write a thousand words,
But no sense, they're not all connected.
I may have the script in my hands,
I couldn't comprehend not a line.
Twists & turns I can do,
Yet no pirouette will I get to show.
To find or to not find?
That is the question.
It's not in there, not in me;
Only the pen can weave it.
In the depths, beneath a rock,
There goes my heart again.
What do I feel, does it matter?
Mustn't be the same, I can tell.
Will it take me years or lifetime,
Or will a period end it all?
But who else can say, the director?
Or him through the actor?
What if both don't say the same line,
Should I trust the provided manuscript?
The apple of my eye is he,
Stole my sweet smiles, touches, kisses & dreams.
Though it wasn't all an act,
Why would that actor lose me good?
Not a poker face nor a trickster;
How come he fits the scene so well?
Here I am staring at your perfection,
Now all annihilated, blind & muted.
Then I have none else to say,
But this is all but a monologue
Of all I feel inside for the actor
Who might give me a miscalculated scene.
Though who's to say be blamed?
Oh yes, it must be the writer.
Hold on, the writer & actress are one entity,
And that is all but me.
So until then, my audience,
I'll keep looking up to that actor.
More songs, dances & acts will be made,
And he'll be there behind the scenes.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC