"foolin" poems
Darkness loves me too much
Always has me in a tight hold
It loosens it grip every now and then
But never really lets me go
Because it consumes all color
It's able to create any illusion
Sometimes I believe it's not there
But really, who am I foolin'
Darkness always surrounds me
Always lingers over my shoulder
Simulating fake happiness and warmth
Only making me colder
For now I endure the shadows
Try to put up a good fight
Still stumbling through darkness lost,
A blind man searching for light
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
Little girl
Little girl
Stupid as can be
Holding onto things that aren't real
Little girl
Little girl
Look around and see
With all you hide, there's nothing you conceal
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
I am Phil
I am Phil
Phil I am.
That Phil I am
That Phil I am
I do not like that Phil I am.
Would you like to drink some Scotch?
No Phil I am. No I would not.
I would not like to drink some Scotch.
Would you drink Scotch on the Rocks?
I would not drink Scotch on the Rocks
I think it tastes like ***** socks
So get down off that Dewars box
I will not drink a Scotch with you
No that is something I won’t do
I might drink ***** might drink gin
But drinking Scotch would be a sin.
Would you drink some Chivas Regal?
I think Scotch should be illegal!
What is it that you do not get?
I just don't like the taste of it!
Scotch just doesn’t suit me well
I do not even like the smell.
Give me wine or give me beer
But don’t talk to me when Scotch is near.
Would you like a single malt?
I don’t like Scotch. It’s not your fault.
Would you try some Lagavulin?
I won’t drink Scotch; I’m not foolin’
I won’t drink Scotch all by myself
With you or anybody else
I hate the smell
I hate the taste
To serve ME Scotch
Would be a WASTE!
Well!! You don’t have to cause a scene
Just try a sip, see what I mean
It’s really not that bad, at all
Don’t drink the bar stuff, drink the call
All the ‘Glens’ are really nice
Drink them neat, add 1 cube ice
One ice cube brings out the taste
Two or more would be a waste.
Try just a sip, and you will see
Then you might drink a Scotch with me.
Oh Phil I am
Oh Phil I am
You wore me down.
Was that the plan?
I guess I’ll let my scruples slip
And try a Scotch – a tiny sip.
Sip. Sip. SSSSippppss.
Oh (licks his lipsss)
This is good. This is really good,
I think that I can taste the peat.
It’s not too smoky, not too sweet
It’s not at all what I expected
Now I’ve got my thoughts collected
My admiration resurrected
I think I like Scotch, Yes it’s true.
I think I'll drink a Scotch with you.
In fact, Phil, I just might have two!
Do you have some Johnnie Walker Blue?
PwL April 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
floral effervescence
wafts around you
thy theo black temperament rose iq
ushers lulabies as playful amor kru
apollo is falling for the aquamarine
rays, reflecting the sea's craved ardour
and our love is like a cyclamen oleandro
the fascinating, dissolving, poisonous sleep
inwardly unaware of the whitest clouds oro
seducing the beauty of a ceruelan absolute ~
if i were the wave i would foam your dream
if you were a black panther i'd be your kaa
for a day to experience your mighty paws
to tremble like open window shutters, strickened
by the fire, by light, by thunderbolt's love flame
oh, come on, come on sweet man of the fantasia
i've got to tell you i ain't foolin' around those dim
alleys at nights like this; luscious calls lure hello
at least, hear my hearts deepest throbbings, hear
them, embrace them, conquer my world's cream
taste the strawberry sweeteness on a tip of me, u
trickle your tongue against my open buoyancy
write kaligrafic words of love's invisible tint
beautify the untouched pergament, maestro
write like there's no time nor tomorrow's no;
inaugure every christmas crickets flash mob
within you and awaken me from a slumber,
deeply rooted, lovely and mild as wood's chi
and I will cherish you, praise and love long
forgotten wild forest's animals as panacea
for the dissolving salt upon a love wound
which torchered your solitude for who's
pleasure, for what reason, for a slick slap
of an epic trustful faith as lux aeterna
crashing the myth of a love superior;
a desolation of waning touches soma
hiding its fragility in madmind's attempt
to overcome what's earth's given inferno;
to die in a lustful blazing heat of creatio
contemplating about heavenly key lock
how to forge a golden key to your anima,
gracefully giving a hand to her emperor
to dance on a verge of an existence' folie
to blossom upon hushed world's meridian
in dreamy space n' time, first darlin' flush
the prime animus dances, dares, waters~
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
got poetry to show to my friends but im thinking of deleting my twitter
my thoughts aren't as cool as I wish they could be, so bookmark my HP page for the updates
the summer is chillin and im going places my mom doesn't want me to go to
just because a place brings back bad memories doesn't mean I shouldn't be there
Im past all of the stupidness and accepted my foolishness, no need for the reminders my ego is drowning
my link on my insta no need for tweeting my emotions my tumblr is boring but so are your hobbies
im writing for some dollars for more pencils, im running out of them
i got some money but thats for anything that comes coincidently coincidence
no need for some pens because I cant erase mistakes with them
nhom site under construction so give us a few weekends our weeks are productive we hustle until we get it **** what you're doing
there isn't any way but the need way so excuse your missing bikes, we're 16 and we're foolin
we order pizza and write down ideas no time for galleria
we ride for adventure on two weels
interacting for promo no need for hiding behind some screens
my life is a run on but thats how it should be no time for breaks, sleep is an option lead is necessary
rooftops capture sentences paintings illustrate our visions
if you dont contact me then why should I
I should be humble but my account has 4 zeros, my mom dont trust me with it so I dont know the pasword
That child support is piling up, I dont really care
got miles on miles on miles on miles on miles ridden on my bike but I haven't gone anywhere but the city
Im aiming for the carpet so when we go back to school I'm bringing my summer
Got numbers as options but there's no reason to hit them up, got a good one I'm grateful
I'm riding fast my way don't slow me down, is this a comeup? I don't know I'm just going along
Come up from suburbs, I want to live high until my view is the moutains
Im from Dallas but that don't mean nothing, no city defining where I'm going because I was on the 26th floor when I was at my lowest and I wasn't even on coke
these days my grind is so lowkey, im sleep deprived
my paint never dries, my brushes are always getting washed but these projects aren't for the public
I only have a few questions, is love really real? should I sleep more?
i dont know but Monarch dr is gonna be in a book one day
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
double ring
triple ring
the bull's eye's
happiness i'm seeking
focused in only joy and ecstasy
full bliss and sanctity
craving for my utopia
caving to be happy
depressive thoughts
with anxious distraughts
just a little under the influence
and an escape is all i've ever sought
is being happy
that much of a mystery
is it too much to ask for
to be free
double ring
triple ring
the bull's eye's
foolin' us into losing
-djs
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
Plastic Rap
you're walkin and talkin like an old parrot squawkin
your tongue is waggin like the soul of my shoe
I can see quite perfectly you're making up a story
you're like a plastic baggy I can see right thru
your nose is showin it's growin in the dark glowin
you'll say anything just to blow me off
you got me cryin your lyin stings like bacon fryin
when I try to read your lips you turn your head and cough
you ain't foolin no one girl
uh uh you ain't foolin no one
you're a liar you liar your pants are on fire
your gonna need more than water to put it out
I can tell by the smell you're headed straight to hell
your story stinks baby without a doubt
it's so tragic the magic you stretch words like elastic
why can't you just tell me the truth
it's scary how you tarry I'm not your dream fairy
and I won't give you money for your tooth
no you ain't foolin no one girl
uh uh you ain't foolin no one
Gomer LePoet ....
Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 10:41 AM UTC
*Overwhelmed with calculations
How much time I've truly wasted
Spend it all anticipating
'til my blackened heart is faded
Now I know how far I'd take it
Now I know how far I'll take it
Won't be lost in conversations,
Headiness or accusations
Now I know
Now I know
It's far away from here
I file it down do anything
Anywhere but here
Burn it down and disappear
Far away from here
I'm not fighting any longer
Nothing left for me to conquer
But my tired soul's on fire
If I don't move I'll surely die here
Now I know
Now I know
It's far away from here
I file it down do anything
Anywhere but here
Just far far away from here
Won't you tell me dear
It's far far away from here
Far away from here
Now I know
The whole world could disappear
Disappear
I'm not looking from approval
Just the strength to finally move on
If I don't move I'm surely doomed
And I'm the only one I'm foolin
It's far away from here
File it down do anything
Anywhere but here
Just far far away from here
Far away from here
Burn it down and disappear
Anywhere but here
Just far far away from here
Far away from here
File it down do anything
Won't you tell me dear
It's far far away from here
It's far away from here*
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
I kno you all to well,
Makin' the wrong decision, with men, and start to dwell,
Livin' blendin' collisions within hearts you tail,
In the endin' you forgive him and say it's hard to bail,
I don't know why you let men beat you,
And mistreat you,
Go back and get mad that they had deceived you,
Now you only see the worst in people,
It's rare you see good, 'cause it's common you see evil,
I see through,
This obsession to be loved,
Need a lot now, because before you didn't get enough,
Start to talk to me when things are getting tough,
Your life feels like you are putting through the rough,
In the end all of these boogies make you feel lonely,
Treatin' you just like a piece of pepperoni,
Feelin' hella sad 'cause every girl just wants a pony,
Thinkin' everyday ferry tails are a little more phony,
If only,
Ya prince charming would arrive,
A man who would stand out from all these bad guys,
Someone to focus on what you need in ya life,
A pleasure, to take away all the plight,
I'd fight, and try,
To be a friend,
But the more we time spend,
The more I'm vibin,
Want more than to slide in,
You were someone that I confide in,
I'm fightin'
An inner battle,
To be the raft or the paddle,
Havin' trouble being the queen to you own castle,
Askin' me to be the shepherd to your cattle,
Findin' where I fit seems to be such a hassle,
Problem is I could never even try to trust you,
Known for betraying any man who tried to love you,
Foolin' my self believing I was strictly lustful,
But knew it was somethin' more every time that I touched you,
And it kills me,
The only time you get to see the real me,
Is when liquor fills me,
And I drunk text you all my feelings,
Spillin' my heart out,
Tryin' to negate a fall out,
Conflicted, wishin' your what I envision without a small doubt,
I'm there for you,
I care for you,
When he put his hands on ya, Where were you?
The man behind the scenes,
Hands inside his jeans,
Glamorized in dreams,
You I fantasize with me,
But in the end, I'm just a friend, with you watching Mean Girls and Anastasia,
Answer any call from my dream girl, "How can I save ya?"
All I want is you, I don't wanna be a playa,
I kno you all to well so we'll never be nothin' greater...
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
always
poking
at the sky,
waiting for the signs,
to change,
crashed through a mile-
stone marker,
foolin' with life,
hands on the wheel of
what is broken down,
dark, dark, dark like area
fifty-one
grams are instant,
you might figure it out,
then again, whenever...
first heard of denver,
rhymes and reasons,
eagles and hawks,
music to my ears,
oh then came the tears,
Road Weary too early
in this Rotten World,
but rw came along,
and laughter filled
this heart,
to over flowing,
until tears
came from every laugh
and ... then...
only the tears.
A r m, there was no
harm, only a heart
for God,
step by step you
brought me closer,
if i stand,
brought
me to my knees,
understanding your love
for the Navajo
nation.
Too hard to be a bard,
all the waves that
sound like me
are hammered flat,
sharply.
Too soon.Wanted to grow
old with all of you
even though we share so little
phil-o-so-phically,
but here it is play
with words,
sun still rises
and watching flights
of birds and
dragonflies
make me pause;
from the shape of the sky
to a colour of the paint
that comes from the sun
in the clouds.
Then walking with ugly
toes with feet and
knees,
older than they should be,
seeing
people on the street,
who
love to hate,
hate to love,
each day is a wrestling
match in an atmospheric cage,
that puts ufc to shame,
seeing way more
than can be put on
parchment,
the will, be tried.
roof over my head
like a hat hanging
on an empty coat
hook
between the ribs
tearing at a heart
that refuses to
stop
beating while
being beat up by voices
that keep coming out
of the dark, dark, dark
shhhhhhhhh
whispers,
wisps
of hope
that knowing
as long as the
sounds of music
from many artists
find the ears
and,
able to feel,
lines of tears
and too
the laughter
echoes,
echoes in the
empty hallway
that swallows
red and white
and clear,
I live to write
another
day.
Take courage
to Play
the ukelele
if may I
by deSign.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
You only got a buzz and a little fizz
'Cuz you became introduced to soda pop
I call it soda pop cuz you really "can"
Did everything you can to bottle up your hip hop life
So that you can appeal to some new fans
That's what that mountain do
You get to the top and start foolin with that cola
Shaking up the crowds
But you getting ran over
Then it all spills
So **** gets real
Then you figure that you false started
So you try to run over
You now follow 2 liters so here comes the Royce's and the rovers
Now you rocking with the rollas
Guitars and Crown Vic motors
Got you a six pack for the core
Security guards attached to your arms
Dr.pepper spray on his waist
You didn't spring from that kinda soil
You say that you were towing the 40 while you was drinking the 40
Now you root beer
And 7 up
Just forgot about us
No more grits and pop tarts
You doing it for the popular charts
But I call that **** minute maid
Cuz you getting paid to do sweet **** like lemonade
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin'
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
There’s nothin that you’re doin
That they don’t know
Besides they’ve even got you
On video
And snitches that’ll tell ‘em
All they need to know
So if you ain’t aware
Then you must be slow
There are fewer secrets
Out on the street
Then you’re likely to find cops
Walkin' a beat
If it becomes necessary
I’ll repeat
Must I still hip you (to the game)
They already know your government name
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
****** always tryin to be
So secretive
Do ya really think
They don’t know where you live
Even what you carry
A gat or shiv
See they also know
What you’re about
And who receives the packages
That you give out
And just in case you still have any doubt
They’ll put a tail on you
Via the usual route
So don’t go thinkin
Cos they call you *****
Your government name is hard for them to figure
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
See if it takes me spittin
A hot sixteen
For y’all to understand
Exactly what I mean
I’m prepared to do it
Cos I’m very keen
On avoidin all the ********
That I’ve seen
I know you have identities
You’d like to protect
And I’m not comin at cha
With disrespect
But if you think a street name
If some kinda shield
It’s high time that the truth
Of the matter be reveiled
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
If ya used a celly
Or a land-line phone
Then you need to know
That you weren’t alone
And if you’ve ever e-mailed
Anyone
Forgiddaboutit
Cos tha damage is already done
Today they have cameras (everywhere)
There’s eyes (up in the skies)
That you need to fear
Zeroed in on you (with a constant stare)
So don’t start pointin figures
Or start placin blame
Because the government
Always knew your name
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
I call ya by the names
That your mama gave ya
You’re crazy if ya think
That’s how popo made ya
Cos they already knew
Who you were and (where you hanged)
They even knew the (names and numbers)
Of the chicks you banged
So you may think what you’re doin
Is really on the low
But that only goes to show
You don’t really know
I guess that’s why people say
Ignorance is bliss
Though that applies to a lot of things
It certainly does to this
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Live by our actions
They'll see who we are
But when they're never askin'
Who's gonna raise the bar?
They'll see our good?
An attempt, I'll admit
But you're foolin' yourself
You're nothin' but a hypocrite.
What makes us better?
"Holier than thou"?
We've never been loud
So go on, take your vow.
Actions speak louder than words
Except when those actions don't speak
So give those motions a voice
And be there for those who seek.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Force is mechanically
easy to solve
like a heart squeezed
in a surgeon's gloved
hand deep in cracked chest
Rib cages dried bones
in High Plains of Reno
or was it White Sands of Nevada?
Nuclear blast equations
of forgotten love ancient hate
and modern little cheats among
the billion of us Forced
over seconds to leave
deep craters
How strange the integration
happens to give same the area
but different under curved ***
Do we like long hot shafts
or voluminous D-cups?
H-bomb holes or a Grand Canyon?
A quick poke or grinding strokes
watered down over centuries?
The math's the same
sung in Smithery
in Bessie lilt
about a little sugar
in our bowl
about a hot dog
between our rolls
"Stop your foolin'
and drop somethin'
in my bowl"
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
This is somewhat of a surreal writing and so is the title
well here goes...
Foolin' around with chaos
Kickin' at the cosmos
Not quite known' where
my left foot and right foot
really belong
Wondren' if the stains
in my undershorts
are the results
of nicotine
Imaginin' the Philly goliath
clothing statue around 15th and Market
constructed to clamp
onto Willys Nose
Wittnessin' the "Parkin' Authority"
rhythmically writin' on pads
their violation ticket songs
to the quarter meters of cash flow
Drizzly watchin'
The multitude of "Ben Hurs"
precariously skim
and fly around the corner
at 16th and Market headin' north And
seekin' self-infliction
by seriously
tellin' a waitress
that she really serves the best food in town. And
salutin' every Admiral dressed doorman
that I pass. Then later,
overhearin' a good "Samaritan"
tell a street ******
that four roses
can also be sniffed as well
Thoughts of Christ
nailed to the " Charles Schwab" edifice
with a thorny looking crown
made from antiquated ticker tape
His side pierced by
piggy bank breakers,
and the outpouring of green inscriptions
that state, " In God we trust."
All these things
race through the squeaking
reels of my mind already
corroded by seen corruption as a
passing Krishna group's chant permeates
the thick city air
And an unnoticed dying dove raises
its quivering right wing
as if in a last salute to peace
And all too well I know,
how the city devours its youth
like Goya's " Saturn Devouring his Son"
All too soon, in the sunlight
of my benevolent youthfulness within,
a chilled blanket of knowing about ignorance
overwhelms me
Tormented by indefinable tormentor,
The love-lust for life diminishes
and captured by surrounding greed
and torn asunder
Driven away, sitting in Rittenhouse Square,
touched by two lovers
as squirrels
scamper playfully
over dead dried
Autumn leaves...
...that crackle...
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
she's no angel, he's no saint
he already did it, she wanted to wait
he wasn't serious, just foolin' around
she wanted fun, just a rebound
she was dancing, he said come home with me
he was staring, she said come on just kiss me
he was stupid for thinking she didn't know
she was smart enough to let him go
she wasn't happy, almost off track
he missed her and made a comeback
he had feelings, not well-expressed
she had to get some things of her chest
she felt the doubts and distance grow
he wanted to talk, clear things out you know...
he didn't realize she was losing her patience
she had no more high expectations
he couldn't find the words and it all got complicated
she found out the truth and was totally devastated
They're no longer friends, not even acquainted
but he's no angel and she's no saint
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Where do we stand?
We’re cool enough to check up on each other even though that makes me sadder./ Cool enough to make small but not enough to talk about something that matters
. I wanna work it out, but all you seem to want is space,/ i just wanna tell you how I feel ,and the feelings you had for me seem to have faded without a trace.
I love you so when you when I ask if you wanna talk and you tell me “I’m not free today” I try to have patience,/ but the thought of you with someone else got me Layin in bed like a mental patient.
I don’t know what to do because it kills me inside/… I see your snapchat story of you and other guys.
I wanna flip out , carry on yell and cry/ But all I can do is be jealous and sit at home as my chances passes me by._
So I sit and wonder , when does patience turn into a missed opportunity?/ When does respecting your space turn into you foolin me?
When does me offering my heart become not enough?/ when do I stop trying and start givin up?
What do you do when there’s a chance your love went from something special to unrequited?/ When does it go from holding a flame to going to parties uninvited?
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
I'm not that girl you ****** last night.
I'm not that girl next door to you.
I'm not that girl.
I'm not that girl that you hooked up for a night.
I'm not that girl that got drunk and left.
I am that girl that stayed.
I am that girl that was with you.
I am that girl that loved you.
And your that guy that loved me back.
Your the guy that I want to be with.
Your that guy that means the world
Your that guy.
We're that couple that do everything together.
We're that couple that stays up to midnight foolin around.
We're that couple that everyone asks "are you still together"
Yes baby,
We're that couple.
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC
I tell myself early
It's gonna be a great day
This weekend was awesome
Today will be the same way!
The sun's going to shine
The birds are going to sing
Surely only rainbows and roses
This day's going to bring
Ahh, who am I foolin'
It'll be Monday all day long
That day of the week
When things naturally go wrong
I'm truly thankful
Though I feel kind of bleak
This day called Monday
Comes only, but once a week.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Somebody call a cop
Make Tom Cruise and them stop
I think they’re over the top
We need to close their shop
You see I’ve figured out
They’re just another cult
Who have Hollywood clout
By going the science route
Somebody call the police
At the very least
Their madness needs to cease
And their numbers decreased
Perhaps you find it odd
That I view them a fraud
Both here and also abroad
They need to be outlawed
Somebody call a gendarme
There’s reason for alarm
They have seductive charm
For those fresh off a farm
I see the telltale signs
I’ve peep behind their blinds
And seen their Machiavellian designs
They’re trying to capture minds
Somebody call the Bullen
And that’s my final ruling
Who they think they foolin’
The ignorant need schoolin’
For those who go for hocus pocus
And tend to lose their focus
Easily become the locus
Which they can use to yoke us
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
If Santa Claus snuck up on you,
would you be ready?
Don't look so haughty,
cause if you get caught bein naughty
Santa's gonna get you good, buddy.
Better shorten that list sonny.
He ain't much for greed.
Ask for a **** pony,
might get the whole stampede.
What would you do
If he snuck up behind ya,
leaned into your ear and whispered,
"I GOTCHA!"?
Better be on your best behavior.
Bein good should be your goal.
Don't think your slick. You best be careful,
unless you like bein given coal.
Look at you bein all ornery,
fussin and yellin, duckin and dodgin.
You ain't foolin no one but yourself by
sayin, "Santa ain't watchin."
You already know he's gonna write that one down.
Man, Santa's been watchin all year round.
But you did what you done, just know that he's knowin.
Welp, at least you'll be able to keep the fire goin.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
The rings of smoke
run circles
around you;
the air, pungent
with the bitter
stench of second
hand smoke…
cough, cough.
“I can stop,
whenever I choose!”
you say.
Right!
Tryin’ to convince,
who,
me or you?,
but,
we both know better,
don’t we?
You say, “oh, I’ll quit,
someday, you’ll see”,
but truth be told,
it’s just not meant
to be ‘cause…
there will ALWAYS be
heartbreaks,
illness,
lost jobs,
money troubles,
betrayal,
lack,
of food,
of fun,
just lack of…
something.
So, stop foolin yourself
(‘cause you’re not
foolin’ me…heard it
ALL before).
You’ll never really quit
‘cause there will
always be
SOME ****
stressin’ you out,
leaving you needing…
to calm those
EDGY nerves,
Right?
-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 19 Jan. 15
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
+++++
+ +
+ +
+++++
All the day long !
( do you remember ? ---- LIFE !! )
• • •
I know
IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO!
•••
Ain't nothin to understand
Ain't nothin to feel bad about
•
There's only something --- TO SAY!
There's only something --- TO DO!
••
after all the ****** and moanin is done
•
Maybe there's a better use for your razor blades!
Ah sweet child
Be afraid !
Face the fear and fight to be free !
FIND YOUR --- PEOPLE --
(Ain't talkin about your fellow U . S. MARINE!)
••
(It ain't no Hollywood movie
No matter how it seems)
•
REAL
IT IS REAL
No matter the lies comin from your tee vee!
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
I've been silent for far too long.
The built up pressure hurts I find I'm too far gone.
If only I had the release to scream and release the Angst from my chest. But I'll bottle it up and just write about how I'm second rate and I'm no better that the rest.
I'm so sorry that I let the demons feed on me. They always sneak up at the worst times it seems.
I can't sleep because I'm too anxious thinking.
I can't believe that someone like you could ever love someone like me.
Why can't I just figure out how to fix me?
Feel alone at night even when you sleep beside me.
Maybe it's just me but I don't think I can be the man that I'm supposed to be.
I'm not enough baby who are we foolin, I'm just an empty shell stick figure.
Shadows of who I should be haunt me.
Remembering who I once was.
Haunts me.
I should move on.
My demons always trap and stop me.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC