"fone" poems
**** You!
I'm tired of yo tendencies,
It's funny how quick-a-ly,
Ya best friend can become you're enemy,
I could only count on you for disappointment,
Drowning in your in your sorrows, hopin' I can make you buoyant,
With all the dudes that burned you I'm supposed to be ya ointment,
Dependent on me to be ya clairvoyant,
Help you with your problems the second, a text ends in a question,
And mine goes unreplied, every time, I'm neglected,
Then when I cut you out of my life, you contest it,
You're a self indulged user that's why I am steppin',
But I still got mixed feelins like a malloto,
I'll never let you know because of my bravado,
And the though of you got me chuggin' on Moscato,
'Till the bottle hollow,
And I forget ya name tomorrow,
Yet your attraction is an addiction I relapse in,
I'm conflicted 'cause this contradiction got me distracted,
Reminiscent on kissin' lips n satisfaction,
And then you flipped it like an improper fraction,
Oh, and ya know I hate math,
Delete ya out my fone like ***** ***** take that!"
Pretend ya someone I don't know like, "Chick stay back."
Feelins are like secrets so I keep 'em till my safe cracked,
And for you I opened up,
Tellin' each other things that are too deep to touch,
Don't know what I coulda done to keep you but,
If I ever see you, I'll run on pins and needles just,
To escape,
You're my problem so I get drunk to get away,
Then get high enough to look at you with disdain,
Knowin' no aquatic life can survive in your fish tank,
Playin' hopscotch with the line,
Between love and hate, I think I finally picked a side,
I said I'm playin' hopscotch with the line,
Between love and hate, I think I finally picked a side...
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
looking the speed
searching the inner peace
like flying on a bike, or
getting a hard on, by it.
running on the night,
120 to feel alive, my life,
in a way , becomes, the
eternal night ride,
thanks god
for the freeway, and
the eternal look for inner peace,
the zen state, i'm getting
trow speed
like flying, or surfing
on the street, every thing
is clear at 120k, like tantric ***
or those eyes of the past,
one of two, cool memories
in a past full of pain.
after all the pain,
becomes the good memoir,
in a night of speed, appears,
those strawberry memoirs
in the night ride appears,
sudden and clear,
the state of speed,
looking for the inner peace,
or the state of zen release,
looking,
the one good memoir,
and flying on my bike.
surfing the asphalt,
wishing she could go faster
wishing for the peace,
and wanting the creep to dissapears,
looking for the peace , and hear him
inside of me, a creepy voice,
trying to justify his lies,
asking me to be, after all the harm,
still ask for a hand out,
after all the damage,
dares to ask for something.
during the night, y forget the betrayal,
and become a free man, and the
burning area feels the wind
looking in the night,
the eyes of the past, or the kimera
that will never appears,
even the one that loves me,
back stab me, love hurts right.
looking the peace, or getting
a kick, on the speed,
looking the zen state,
getting a hard on,with speed.
hearing the claims of me heart to be free,
and getting a hard on, in the
process,
all is clear, at full speed.
tight, and clean, no creeps,
just the kick, i'm getting
trow that lovely speed,
like flying on a machine.
looking and wanting
waiting on the coward chick,
that loves and hurts me,
like a kid, on first grade,
hurting what she ******* loves
like a coward, or a slave,
on this creeps trade.
slaves are not **** or cool,
even with a lion on her back,
afraid, of the hyenas, or this creep
**** and lovely coward,
let go, or say it to my face
time's running out, and i'm
not waiting anymore,
life's
like the night ride,
and i'm going at full speed,
always on the fone, green dress
and **** skin , your heart
belongs to the lion , hows going to eat it,
and grabbing your hair,
screaming my name,
as you take me in,
like in the freeway,
**** and lovely coward
if you love me, set me free,
**** gambas, set me free
i'm on the freeway, need
to touch somebody, and you
need me like the sun, and after all
will you dare to say it to my face.
i'm looking for the rush of love,
and become a *** addict,
of some girls skin, and i'll find
the skin to become addicted.
and looking for the zen state
and the skin of a girl to be a free,
**** and firm, shes going to be,
a free girl, addicted to my,
looking for the lovely lioness
waiting to the one, how well say it
to me face, forgetting the creeps wimps,
and their pathetic harassment,
and take
my hand, and get on
top of me.
a **** lionnes that looks,
the creeps to their faces,
and jump on top of me, looking at them
and be free, next to me.
looking for the brave lionnes,
that will loves me , and deal with it.
and be free right next to me.
on a state, of zen speed...
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Message
in
a
bone
silent
the
thought
left
alone
Ancestral
pre - fone
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 5:33 PM UTC
it wasn't like we didn't know what was right or wrong
but sitting under abandoned structures at two in the morning,
talking about work, money and betrayal felt like neither.
i held the big bottle of beer for the first time
while stretching it out to her.
"Add ciga join oga", was her next response.
so i pulled it out from inside the pack. her pack.
"who you be? you be pastor?
why you come? you dey n.g.o?
abi you dey dea dey form good boy
siddon dea!"
so she blew out some smoke from her mouth,
blew what was left out of her nostrils
took another sip from the green bottle
some spilling off the side of her mouth
she scratched her back and waited for the next line
we managed to talk about what we did in the day.
i, a popular janitor, for better job to hang on to.
she, trader in Brazilian hair, owed by all her friends.
but i admitted being jobless at night
while she pleased other men for cash.
so she blew out some smoke from her mouth,
blew what was left out of her nostrils
took another sip from the green bottle
some spilling off the side of her mouth
she scratched her back and waited for the next line
"teach me facebook", she said
putting the sudden silence to shame.
so i grabbed her phone with in disgust,
but with plenty of curiosity,
while wondering what i was doing here.
"na ikenna send me dis fone"
so she shows me ikennas picture.
a young man with another woman beside her.
i quickly flipped through other pictures and messages.
some were about fights, some about clubs,
the others about robberies.
she blew out some smoke from her mouth,
i stand to go. so she asks, 'you go come shrine,
fela shrine tomorrow?'
with a smile only familiar friends can read, i accepted.
afterwards, she told the security men to let me go.
'na my friend'. a wicked smile scratched on the faces
of these men who stood for balogun street's security.
and we were friends. familiar friends.
many months have passed,
i blow the heat from my lungs with a sigh
i scratched my back and wait for this memory to erase.
what was i doing there?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
All alone,
tilted head.
God’s vines fall
around what’s said
Entrapped in rapture,
Jungian shadows
wrap my stature
as
dreamcatchers hold
concepts captured.
Safety in this
sacred space.
Aromatic,
mystic scents
Pressure though
as psychonauts
try to find some
sense.
I may find myself
Playing with the moving expense of
changing past, present and future tense
I fear however
That I’ll waste my time on the fone
with the secretary of Offense
When all I really want to do
Is be singular as the mystic tense.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Little girl burned by desires
Go go in her head she loves a man
She is young and stupid
Naive, innocent and adventurous
Sneaking in the night she reaches the fone calls a lover that lay in bed elsewhere with a another woman
The deceit of her beauty drives her astray
To risk her future in blindness to fall for moments
How can i lert a proud heart majestic in high life to spend at all times the sweat of men as she never minded she was cementing her tomorrow.
I dont care she said...i can leave home...who cares i can abort.
But then who cares you can also die, she sees from near and focuses not afar.
Early in the morning the mother folds her back and hits the garden searching for surviving fighting for her daughter.
No she is flittered and gone her coaching books with her body I pause and tear.....
Such a generation
She says to all dont tell me what to do i have my chances to live, like a cat she believes in nine lives.
Her smooking temper alerts well wisher of help
Her clothes torn to many so she moves naked in their eyes only clothed to the unknown
The universe you ought to have will now have you
Will they be bygones or will it regrets
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
They say love don't die,
That's a lie.
They pretend and act as if everything is fine,
Meanwhile their heart beats beat with a new style of a cry..why hide?
Come don't u be shy.
From miles..I used to get a call from my wife,that I would even smile.
I even forget that she's so far.
Wouldn't you wonder what happens after those lovely calls?
Well she called,I answered and she wasn't calling on perpose.
That "redail" button got knocked by mistake
"Baby I prepered stake for supper"
And that's what I heard
I wonder what were the starters..I heard oooohs and aaaaaahs
I was so glad
Now that I know she was cheating.
Droped my fone and I turned on my stove
Cooked stake for supper,
Because it was also my favourate meat
And it was my twin brother that made my wife tapout..Damn Piet!
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
do you still love me ?
cause my emotions are not your playground
to sit and fantasise about what we had is great to pass the time
but to shove it in my face
and after this bitter ******* taste
has left me in a box
where the only way out is to push it off
and put a smile on my face
and say ohh i still love you and hey don't worry its ok
but the time spent in this box has given me a key
to think about life and how, babe this aint to be
to nudge myself
back into the sea from this idyllic sanctuary
but im left in the bay with all the strings pulling me back that way
and believing your **** and continuing this falsity
cause we had it all
but all we had was you and a little part of me
with all your naive little messages and your **** over the fone
leading me on like a dog to ******* bone
and the **** adds up believe me now
my hearts been beaten like a badly behaved belgian kid with a ******* mattenklopper
and all that dust and all that muck and with all my passion and all my hate spilling out onto the street without the quintessential break
to collect my ****
to retrieve my heart
to repair my pride
and be done with you and be on my way
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC
Alone in the dark...
Hearing the dogs bark...
Searching for my fone...
Just remembered now you own...
Looked up the sky, no moon was in sight...
Aaah! its gona be a long night...
Light was gone, power was out...
Wondering when someones gonna come about...
Its almost midnight, and all is silent outside...
Creepy flashbacks seem to droop from inside...
Trying to focus on yesterday's drama...
Of what really put me through such a trauma...
Gathering the moments, I realized we broke...
Yes, we did! you blundered with your filthy joke...
Assuming it sounded cool within your friend group...
But what a **** you are now unrespected dupe...
©sim
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
w0t3va mum
idc
lyk srsly
g3t 0utta my hair
*****
i h8 it
whn u d0 dat
u tke ma fone
fgs mum
*****
u knw w0t
im gunna tweet bout u
u str355 m3 0ut
mum u knw w0t
*****
F U.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
dont buy me a mobile cos i wont fone u up
It doesnt matter if i have the latest computer / games when one will do
i dont want a kindle when i would rather read a book
dont give me a turkey to eat , when i would rather have burger and chips
maybe I dont care anymore, but thats how i feel
going round in circles the same routine, the same faces, need to sort my life out, get a job go to college, not very pro-active, i find it hard to focus on the important things in life make friends
my head, feels like there are people having a party and they wont stop
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
Consciousness overwhelmed
by Astral formed lightning swells
Gamma ray
sent fone alarm
Tone torn to apart
too much light in the well
Armored up, shoulder helm,
You hear that music as it swells
In the well worn wardrum wrecking wrath
In our forlorn eardrums shaking grafts like hell.
The walls turn to lattice-like
Vision tell me prophetic sight
The whole world ; We all together
Wearing our give-a-fuck hearts
bright against That neon orange
Trump wall just tryn-ta-rip-the ***** apart
But No idea based in hatred
can flesh the good
No, Understanding is an art,
Operate clean, never landing
poison darts
But Next
I’m a poison frog to those
who **** Got my bois in the bog
ready to retaliate
But an for an eye makes the whole world blind
Such that cliche points stale rhymes.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Less any objection with the missus,
versus never experiencing living alone
well...yes during that rough patch,
(sans during early adolescence),
I existed in a bone
huff fied impenetrable cocoon,
and just maybe before
yours truly dies, a clone
can be created from
stem cells of this doggone
melon collie, whimpering
beastie boy finally revelling,
where destiny does enthrone
me rendering unfettered
with round the cluck nymph fone
mani yolk hen pecking, nagging,
and leaching... from blood *******
vampire spouse foregone
as a "bad" dream worse
than getting Rhode
Island sized gallstone
removed subsequently
saving said as gemstone
whiling away hours, days, weeks...
chiseling away at my gravestone,
no matter yours truly will get cremated
ashes scattered, liberated, and dispersed
finally exempt from grindstone,
where thee spirit
of Math Hew Homophone
Scott Harris appeased
as powdery gray flecks
similar to limestone,
that swirl reintegrating with Earth,
this quirky I poetically intone,
and soundlessly utter from jawbone,
perhaps communicating more
clearly by knucklebone.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
Goodbye she says...
Shes taken all she can n now shes had enuf...
Life is filled with darkness, hurt, betrayal, falling blood...
And now the time has come for her to close the final curtain... She tried so hard to stay strong but cannot now take the pain... Erasing the memory from her fone... Her life now to be walked alone... Shes tired of fighting, the insults, the sneers... Fed up of being blinded by her tears... No one sees the girl she hides inside... The one whos heart it bleeds n cries... Far too long shes faked a smile... But thats been getting harder for a while... Now the lies she was told by the ones she thought she could trust, have turned her lost n cold her heart crumbled to dust...So she says her last goodbyes... As for the last time she closes her eyes... Will anyone care once shes gone... Her words now silent, her life undone... So now its Goodbye she says goodbye....
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC