"fleek" poems
there in the wilderness
all things go to live
and all things go to die.
she stole my shirt and hatchet
and took to the woods.
hacked out the heart.
traded one wilderness for another. city into
trees.
she needed to breathe
and wring wet socks, relax, and study the mycelium songs underfoot.
she she she, like a marvelous
new love.
the grass and green stuff woven.
canteen replete with wheat nectar
or half-batch whiskey.
needs nutrient,
the seed so new.
needs space,
the daughter as she grew.
what tempest breaks the trees and old heads
of mother timber?
perhaps deep-winter,
to test the fiber of a florescent forest fleek.
she built a chikee from fallen arms of a sprucewood soul,
drank water from a clay-thrown bowl
and granola to heat her bones.
new fish.
the river is cold on glacier blood.
new day,
driven beyond the random access roads & cobalt blast-holes stretching
gulches bloomed in chaparral.
up they crawl along monumental spine and shoulder,
giants sleeping.
she she she, live a marvelous new love.
the wonder is seen.
the wilderness lived and remembered
by girl or elk bugling their high-decibel poems
when ready.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Eyebrows are love
eyebrows are life
if your eyebrows are ***** ****
mine are on fleek all the time
and I can't think of another line
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
you can't help but stare
and stare
and stare
until you hate everything about your face
how many freckles you have
pimples
it can only cover the scars for so long
the insecurities for so long
lips coated in thick red
eyes you coat with liner and eye shadow
face caked with foundation
baked with powder
contoured to the gods
eyebrows on fleek
you slay
sometimes you don't recognize yourself in the mirror
and it makes you happy because you can't imagine living the rest of your life looking you without make-up.
will you ever love you?
you, without the makeup?
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
So what I drink all my calories
I'm sane and you're not, bruh
It's never enough even to wear
what you're wearing and talk
like you talk, do you even care?
Killing myself keeping things legit in your sphere
Black sheep combine forces to feel
wanted, keeping your company
I feel blocked when you're nodding.
Yes, I'm acting just like you want me,
bruh, I'm coming up short to your haughti
ness, blessed with a sense of self
stopping just short of your level and
what the hell, what I am doing here
fighting for otherness, concerned
with the purity of water of my brothers
and my sisters of the covenant
You talk about faith when it comes
to prey that you're stalking, keep
it strong, yolo, fleek, and a hashtag
To be honest I'm scared that my hometown
will be infested with those the internet
claimed and ingest, swallowed with
speed of light, people spit out as pesticide
turning the verdant green such a ****** brown
Yes you're so on top and classy, lacking
purposely the tenets that turn a body fancy
Cool *** beard bro, girl that's a freak ***
hairdo, up in the midst short sides a pool cue
locked in your hands up inside a ******* dive bar,
midnight drive holding a pipe 'hind your
headlights, Yes you're mixing with the best
making them arrogant, such a lens to view
the struggles they been through, Weird queer
younglings in their late twenties and homeless
at some point, only the noise of the sirens
and blue lit bathrooms, keeper of the needle
rights, and happiness,5-0 lights blasting on naito, picking
on the kids white/brown outside washing
the day away with the kiss of the pabst
taking a nap on the grass on the waterfront
blessed with lives with beards and queers
passing by as they want one.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
One day ☝️✨
It’ll flow endlessly like a fountain 🌈✨
My words, my thoughts 📖💭✨
Ideas, fashion 💡👗✨
Personal culture on fleek 💅✨
Timeless ⏰✨
Passion 🔥✨
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
Venting.
They never see the hollow me..
deleted twitter, but i want you guys to follow me..
Usually up late,
worrying about my luck, wait..
there's a starving child somewhere..
meanwhile i just ate..
****** *** my phone bills high, And my ex girl is taken...
meanwhile a small girl in Nepal still feels her world shakin...
Going 80 on the freeway, i just wanna bowl now..
While the folk down in Philly prayed the train would slow down...
Bothered by the shade of a new building...
while people in Haiti are still building..
still building...
while i buy building blocks for my nephew, hes 1.
while the people down in Baltimore burning buildings for fun...
really?
burning building for fun?
Whys the CVS big, but the school with no funds?
but they say the solution is, taking the guns...
they took the guns in Chicago, but left fatherless sons.
Eyebrows on fleek but societies bleak.
the devil takes a seat in a heavenly street..
now were all cursed, but im watching netflix on my sofa..
Chilling bumping Sosa, living by the park where they ***** my neighbor Rosa..
Gotta remind myself daily...that im blessed to a fault..
because theres stillborn babies, whose heads rest in a vault..
boys in Africa begging for bread, while i toast my *****
on the beach enjoying summer the waters too cold to swim though..
while in New Orleans they had to jump in regardless..
but all my worry is, if my sister can pass her BAR test..
So next time i wanna vent under my AC vent...
i stop and think, **** i dont even have to pay rent..
I dont gotta work doubleshifts and im never hungry..
plus a got a couple people who really love me..
So..
Next time that i wanna complain..
Ill scale my struggle on a real measure of pain.
-afj
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
By Arcassin and Elizabeth
AB:
Flowers blossom,
And sky is bluer than the ocean,
And although it reflects,
We can never witness the motion,
Swimming in the sea of forgotten dreams,
To let go bad memories,
Holy treasons the enemy,
Over lapping actuality,
ES:
Take the beauty of purity,
God's pristine waters,
And cleanse the betrayals trace,
A new beginning for our world,
The dreams of past days again recalled,,
In this our florid wonderland,
Indigo streams bringing,
Divinity unto man,
AB:
Desires to be rulers of the land,
But not enough cargo on the ship,
Tracing footsteps back to endeavors,
Gods creations like wool and leather,
There will be a forever,
Sweat pouring from your head,
And little red slippers,
theres No place like home,
Figures,
ES:
Come together all of planet,
Let one design be in mind,
Share and share alike,
Make of God's realm on Earth,
A perfect reside of care,
Toil for the hearth's fold,
Put to bed the weighty anchor,
Of man's disloyal fife,
AB:
And when it all has reached its peak,
A set to sight on fleek,
If anything , I'd give away my only soul,
Just to save these families,
From the heavens down to the trees,
Everything has means,
Saving purity for one,
Exactly acquired two things,
ES:
To breach the storms,
For good to prevail,
All begin of oneness to other,
Nature's orb configured with man,
Co-existences yielding a field,
Of God's pureness,
The flower's dream retraced,
For our world clan.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
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As if i had the guts to stomp on a butterfly-award speaking dear diary fanatics central stranger than fictive red read (aloud allowed?)Which one. politically slurred thousand jury chapter grew some serious social security numbers and dyed them to prove a cutup battle wins the war
**** **** fick fock u
Mindseekers
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Have you heard of the word
That sounds like the squeak
One would make from your beak
If you had one? It’s fleek!
If you say, “She’s on fleek,”
With eyebrow perfection
She needs no correction
In shape and in peak
Now anything’s on fleek
That’s on point and ideal
From skateboards to hash browns
In taste, look or feel
It’s about 2 years old
That’s antique in webspeak
And now that you know it,
You’re part of the clique
It sounds like a combo
Of flawless and sleek
Neither Latin nor Greek
Still not sure if it’s chic
We used to say hot,
Or da bomb, or pristine.
If on fleek is passe’,
Just say, “yaasss, Queen!”
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
The anger's in my cheeks
The words aren't in my mouth
I know like I have for weeks
Everything's only going south
If I stay to hear you say
Another word of your fanatic way
You cannot be wrong, sir
Your stance is on fleek
Your shoulders are strong, sir
But your logic is weak
And I know the ins and the outs and the world
And I'm sitting and spitting with my fists curled
Oh yes, oh yes, you have got the answer
But haven't you heard, you're not the new cancer?
I'm mincing my tongue, you're not mincing yours
And I know that my knowledge is worth just two straws
Wise men ask the fool
And they all sit and drool
But I burn in my anger
At how you don't know hunger.
Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 6:43 AM UTC
Mother Nature is a nihilist sitting with friends
Around a poker table in the dew drop inn
Playing Nasty Canasta and the loser draws a limb
On a voodoo hangman, the cut of her kin
The high-wire committee say she’s way out of line
So they’ve sent in a crack-team of their most earnest faces
To blow 40 shades of blue, red and lime
From the very corridors our Mother paces
She croaks through the smoke “the first sons a novelty
The rest are just relics of muscles unclenched
Too smart for their own good and that doesn’t bother-me
But the reaper is hungry and hustling for rent”
Lackeys line the lawn, flunkies on fleek
To cover the crack of her chunky cheeks
“To stake lives may well seem immoral and bleak
But to play for cash prize seems horribly cheap
For a Lady of her esteem”
But the crowd spoke, she hung up the wardens trunchbull
Left the skeleton key within reach of the cells
“They’ve aired their opinions and I’ve had a cunt-full
Let the hungry ******** impeach themselves
I’m sitting this one out”
“And I’ll hide, while my dead snake wriggle persists,
On Elba with hairy pits, freckled wrists,
Openly practicing romanticists
And other hapless things that can’t exist
In these times”
Every second Sunday, the search resumes-led
By a dawn-chorus of confetti festooned-plebs
She can dance the devils limbo cos she’ll not be presumed-dead
While we’ve Holy Grail Package Holi-vows to renew-said
The green eyed usher on the door
The newsstand screams “Mother Nature was a fascist
Sher natural selection was the **** manifesto”
And they’re pedalling placebo to the shell-shocked masses
While the editor shoehorns a scotch into his amaretto
Yeah the world has been orphaned and the orphans smothered
But go easy on her sordid soul cos that’s our mother, after all
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
i see you when you take a glance on my powdered cheek
i see you when you try to put your eyebrows on fleek
i notice you when you give someone a playful wink
i see your face when someone ignores you when you speak
i noticed how your expression changed to give someone a kick
i see you everytime you're late and you try to sneak
i see everything
i notice the unnoticeable
you feel awkward
i feel awkward too
you're single
i'm single too
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
Your self entitlement is sickening
When did psychosis become so beautiful?
The image of victim hood so appealing
What must you weep for?
When mummy and daddy pay for your carelessness
Your car, your phone, your clothes
The spoiled soul
intent on self destruction
when you can no longer consume
self harm is on fleek
Your little mind a cascade of self inflicted bruises
Throw yourself into a war zone
The day in the human traffic
Sit under a paedophile's glare
live under the shadow of poverty
Sleep by the plague streets
Oh you poor pathetic hipster
Here, have the BPD and PTSD
Sleep with one eye open!
With the knife and dog by your pillow
For the abuser that vowed to return
For the shadows that haunt the night
For the insomnia that wracks your brain
For the voices of a demonic opera
This is not special
This is hell
I am NOT special!
The world owes me nothing!
For what I have, what I want
I fight, I strive, I survive
I am not a snowflake
There are many more like me
Who live by the ashes of temples
By the bombs of sands
In the wake of unclean hands
For virginity stolen!
For childhood lost
By war, poverty, disease, ****
Your ****** cry
with all the middle class entitlement
That muffles out the true cry
The cry of a child in the Gaza strip
The cry of forced marriage
The cry of the cancer bearer
The cry of a soldier in the heat of battle
The cry of a mother who could not feed her babe
The cry of the ***** ripped out
The cry of the elderly
The cry of the camps
The cry
to which you find so pretty
which you know nothing of...
You mold it your life
of middle class ****
Your glorified bedroom
a western modern pit
Iphone, computer, holiday in the sun
Yet you still feel undone?
So you putrid little fetus
Take my hand, we shall go
where your entitlement can not tread
where the ***** are forgotten and suffering are dead
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Welcome abroad Thameslink.
Grab a camera a wink at
Shaftsbury’s bootylicious dancers.
Pen in gear and know the answers to
the parade of pub quizzes.
Let your strands of raw seismic frizzes scream
on bonds lightening Thames RIB.
The Louis Vuitton wallet ‘on fleek’ for that crib inside
the Shards slender diamond belly.
Feet stay in groove with that Kidston welly against
the roaring mud at the wireless festival.
Pre dem soulful struts of de Notting hill carnival spicy
spirits, nani wines and **** kisses.
Safari hunt watch out for those hisses on
centre stage of the primeval in the zoo.
Grab my hand and come on boo steady
your bags and steady your feet on the thrilling
ride of Oxford street.
Reminisce its entirety and say goodbye.
As we take in our final view on the London eye.
Justine Louisy
Copyright ©Justine Louisy 2016
All Rights Reserved
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
My mother warned me about the robbers and kidnappers
she told me i must be careful of criminals
but forgot to warn me about those big brown eyes
those kissable lips
and those brows that are always on fleek
his jawline that is as sharp as a knife
his nose that fits perfectly to his face
that chest —
reminds me of how strong my late father was
his face everytime he looks to his right
that simple yet gangster -like style of clothing he has
My mother never warned me about that
I was never warned about you
I never knew you could break me
I was never warned you will break me
That makes you more than a criminal
You have destroyed me, and it hurts me
more than a criminal can do to me
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Picking us off one by one....
Treyvon never got to have a son,
The federals laughing in our face,
They Think they won,
Two Arizona's but I only need one,
And ya had they life taken by just a gun,
For my fellow black people,
And for the hateful people painting the world with blood,
This wouldn't be a sequel,
Like ****
We still no longer equal,
Why y'all gotta be so evil,
Can't you just leave us in shambles,
But y'all just wanna know what's real,
So instead of protect and serve,
Y'all wanna just wanna judge and ****
Should I take a stand?
I will,
Are they plotting?,
Get folkes like us to squeal,
I mist of what's to come,
It maybe trouble our futures,
No young black kid should die like that,
Or be on the run,
Like their framing middle schoolers,
Ferguson was no exception,
Now the fed will learn they lesson,
We tired of loosing the ones we love,
Because of their descriptions,
We just wanna live,
To the fullest on fleek,
But if this ******** keep happening,
We will no longer be free,
And thats real.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
One night in a blacked out dream , I saw the queen.
**** **** **** strong and dark with no cream.
She keeps me up.
Beautiful art unframed and unfinished; begging a young Picasso -
To put the touch of his brush.
Kilo for kilo she's my addiction.
As the queen, I hit her 'gram' with the smoothest diction.
Not trying to collide but I'm lovin' her friction -
And despite impending demise and my lates affliction;
I see in her royal eyes, "Is he real or fiction?"
Those brown sugar eyes, they won't gleam - Even if a young prince got green and clean.
She discerns what glitters and what ain't gold.
She doesn't know much about love but she knows about soul.
That's why her heart isn't package and her time ain't sold.
She walks as if she's in glass slippers italicizing a beautiful woman in bold.
She's the dopest so she's never fiend and she's never leaned.
That black never cracked and her aspirations, she's never quit.
She a lil bit thick but she ain't never bricked, all net my baby;
I'll never pass her, that's just swish.
She got that Bantu up in Bambu -
Don't get it twisted.
That melanin poppin', not her cherry, she won't risk it.
She put Lynch on the bench - ain't no ***** ever ran through but they ran to.
She's the reincarnation of her mama, but she embodies her grandma.
She got the realest figure, before never after the comma.
Divined by God, designed by God;
Her eyebrows stay 'fleek' and her edges stay laid.
Her ideal man: good cook, a good lover and a good maid.
She always talks about living on her own, she actin' so grown.
She just wants a house with a man who knows how to go out but stay home.
To her, her womb is like the treasure of the Earth,
Don't talk about planting no seed unless you nurturing the dirt.
She's all about last, cause her last is her first.
And for all her dinner dates she hopes they end in desert.
By twelve midnight, she adorns her head-cloth, head wrap, head scarf -
Don't hit up her FaceTime unless you just want to talk.
She's the queen of all colors, she wears that black like it's true.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
You, yes you I never thought of anything like this. Maybe we are just not meant to be together, but hey everything about you seems to be on fleek your silly jokes your pretty face and your dazzling smile, but maybe just maybe they were not enough to match us together. Maybe that was it we were too perfect for each other that it wasn't able to match us because it was just a fairytale.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
You are an angel.
A blazing firework
in the crepuscular
sky.
You are strong and
every inch of you
is a piece of art.
You have been gracefully
drawn by the hands
of the creator.
You are the painter
of your dreams.
Your lustrous eyes
and your serene
smile light up the
Sky.
They give the stars
the power to shine.
Your soul is made up
of glitter and star dust.
You are unique, different and
you have your own identity.
Your soul is royalty.
You are a queen of the kingdom
in the clouds and your crown isn't on
your head but is in your soul.
You can get through this.
You carry a sassy personality.
Smart, dignified and soigne
are the things that
define you.
You rock this dress and
you hair is on fleek.
Your eyebrows need not be
filled and your pimples
need not be hidden.
Just embrace what you are.
Bliss is your second name
and making people
happy around you
is your only motto.
Your imperfections
are flawless and all
your curves and edges
are perfect.
Your body ain't no toy.
and weight is just a number.
Don't be so hard on your self.
You are worth it and you can
get through this nightmare.
She said these words out
loud as she was standing
in mirror with
her heading confidence.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
Cover the blemishes
Fill in your brows
"Fleek" the contour
Perfect teeth
More muscle
Less fat
Hate what you see in the mirror
Worship filters and fame
I wish you could see yourself
With the eyes that watch you wake
Because American standards of beauty
Don't show how in my eyes you glow.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
I still remember that one summer afternoon.
I saw you while I was sitting with my worn out desk,
Drawing a new cartoon,
And aiming for a better picturesque.
Freckles were visible upon your cheek,
But your eyebrows weren’t that on fleek.
Maybe it’s because of the cut you have there,
From a stout man in front of you, bearing a death glare.
In one blissful moment, my trash bin went flying,
As he was about to punch you again.
He then took a step back, looking like an ugly duckling!
You saw me through my window and gave me a smile that’s so inane.
It was never okay when I had too many hideous drafts,
Drafts that were always behind my beautiful crafts.
But then, I knew that you needed them as your defense.
And so I had them, even if they would cost ten thousand cents
My parents would always scold me,
For I was the very reason why our front gate was always messy.
But I didn’t care enough
As long as you stay safe from that dickheaded buff.
Then came a time when you didn’t show up.
I was badly ready for my defense gaming,
That I lay my head on my desk, playing Mom Jeans’ Death Cup,
As the sun’s power is already taming.
Days passed, crumpled drafts were already overflowing.
Still, I am waiting for you, my darling.
I am running out of paper.
But still, my hope will not waver.
When I cannot take it anymore, I went outside.
I was dancing through the streets like a happy bride,
And then I stepped on a crumpled piece of newspaper.
“A 17-YEAR OLD BOY WAS KILLED WITH A DOUGH SCRAPER”
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Not down with all traditions
Man or woman
Who i should be kissing
Whats on television.
Trans feminine
drugs in retrovision
what did we invision.
Listen crystal clear
ntentions realistic.
Misogynistic ******
Lets get with it
women talk.... you gotta listen.
Its funny to st in rehash this
How these women had me
Bitter sadly.
They watch me change
Too trans queen...
Hard for saturated trans fat in ******* black jeans.
With my **** fleek. *** cheeks..
last week
Rolled through black clouds.
Ominous.
Prominently rap sound
Dark brown black pound
******* him up in the back ground
Tell me what the **** you think of that
Clown
Listen to the Christians
*** they know the promise we
Yet somehow
Some astonish me
Hate the pride scene...
Just like God decreed
somehow there's no God for me
They'll call em ******* man
Acknowledge me
The actually bothering
Treatment of
those in
poverty
With out apology
Apostrophe
Here's an idea
To start a following
Start a performing trip
Lead with Vietnam War vets
Get the Porsche chipped....
And divorce yourself from
Forcing it
Klue Klux **** with groupies
You the goof performing ****
No klue in who be
Taking this **** before I force it in
*** hatreds ******
I ain't supporting it...
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
Named after the Son of the *****
Found the light while looking for the switch
In the waves
Can't compare a life to how insane I am
How are you? How is the man
Standing at 6 three in a couples years will have knee pains Longer than the synapse that runs from the hip to the chest to the cranium
Worried about fleek game and the cruise ending
At any moment now
Peace flees and crows cackle yowl
Holistic tendencies I try to keep up
And I think the time has come again to bends too and fro
With the wind, like a limb
Begging to just say I know,
Nope.
There's more after the falling action of the sad story.
I wanna say that a podium waits beneath a Jumbotron, with furious music, and o positive dripping it's ****** self down onto it
Like the excess acrylic From a mural
Slipping it's way into another mural,
Oh god. (!)
I said, I saw you in the cracks between the tile !
The cements
My hearts rots volatile while my babied mind wants repents.
I really don't wanna know how you are, what u are, whoever you are.
I just wanna praise you,
Extend my exalt in perfect symmetry out from me.
Gimme
the high and the lows
Friends and foes
The cup runneth over and hits the ground but the fountain continues to pour
Each side
Gimme ..... ...... ...... ....... Whatever it takes.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Since Facebook turn to shade
Some of y'all need to go home and bath
Talking bout this on fleek, that on fleek
But dem cockroaches flying
And dem baby mouse starta squeek
Tryna break up a good home
Cause your skanky *** can't make your own
Talking bout hot gyal this and hot gyal that
Well hot gyal don't scrape out another gyal ***
Hot gyal can read and write
And know dem worth plenty
Only thing some of you ******* can do nowadays is take ah selfie
Y'all make me sick with this ***** mentality
You see, a sista can't talk to a mister
Without some ******* thinking he's ******* her
And she can't go out looking fine as hell
Without some ******* tryna get with her
And these so called misters
Seems to me like dem waist blister
Cause dem pants always dey by dem *** like some prisoners
Talking bout "man ah gangster yow"
***** please, you ain't no gangster, you ah "Gyow"
Instead you people go look for a job or educate yourself and ****
Y'all out here looking like a bunch ah ***** *** *****
La Vida Love
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC