"gabby" poems
Wherever you go
whatever you do
you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're smirking
they're lurking
in the shallow end pool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gummy
** hummy
taking naps around two
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gabby
they're crabby
they're calling **** stool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool!
©2012 Lyn
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
It was just a Kiss
It was a fellas hangout
Why I refused? Still don't know
We were all there, ballers and players
Ian was always there, behind
Never fails to appear a Lover
Tonight she is a drunkard
No hold backs; No barrier
"How long Adelaide, how long?"
You can't kiss me in public
I am not your side-chick
No more , No more, NO!
I've done it all, everything
Come dear can we go home
We can talk about this at ....
**** you Adelaide! Sit down
These are your friends, aren't they?
Tell them who i am to you NOW!
She's now the Boss, I get Bossed
For your information, giggles!
I'm pregnant and I'm not terminating
Oh! Baby... Don't baby me...
Gabby should have kept quiet
'Hm-mm Sorry can i excused?"
Shut the **** up Gabriel!
Are you saying you aint in this?
Giggles! NG Gabby has a child ...
"What! SLAP! Jeez! ***
Its enough Ian! SLAP! Silence
Long silence.....
Tears, agony, wailing, pleadings
Guess its more than just a kiss
It always is Stupid...
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Slimy sea feet.
Sandy salt tongues.
Gabby gulls and cautious *****
Boardwalk smiles and sticky ice cream fingers.
Ripened hearts and eager tide eyes.
Tears in my ears from the satisfied sun seeking silence.
This is where I belong.
This is where I know God.
I don’t belong in a town that can offer me nothing.
I don’t belong in a massive city that’ll swallow me up.
I don’t belong at silly soirees or late night parties.
I don’t belong at the top tier or down with the underdogs.
I belong on the shores.
I belong arm in arm with my confidantes, walking through downtown streets of some sweet town.
I belong hand in hand with my true companion with our toes in the sand.
I belong sipping soda with my sisters giggling endlessly as we watch some cheesy chick flick.
I belong hugging my mama who I will never stop loving for an instant.
I belong sitting with my father drinking tea in the purest, sweetest silence, for that is how we were made to be.
I belong listening to my dad’s tall tales and my mothers soothing words.
I belong holding my stomach with my face streaked with tear drops from some joke that is only funny if you were there.
I belong forever in the future with that one, the one whom was made for me; the Tilney to my Catherine.
I belong holding the gazes of my friends as we try to hold back our cackles, tears, and even our own words.
I belong in the waves of the sea.
I only belong in the happiest of salty tears.
I can’t belong where I’m too afraid to face my fears.
I won’t belong in broken gears.
I’ll not for a moment belong in heartbroken wares.
I’ve never belonged in them, but they live inside me.
They have and always will be
My demons and my skeletons
Yet you will always see them on my sleeves
So everyone can see they do not devour me.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
Gabby Abrego
I'll never let you go go
unless we go to Mexico
and you be come a hobo!
Then I'll go.
and fetch the so co.
so we can dance to disco
eat enchiladas with adobo
pick the **** out of our Afros!
We'll feel so funky,
the people will get spunky
when we arrive on donkeys,
and ride around their towns!
We'll befriend all the junkies
and give them howler monkeys,
it'll be so funny
we'll laugh until you cry!
Ohh! Gabby Abrego I'll never let you go go
unless I get you prego
then I'll run like mad!
cuz if we had a baby
I'd stop being lazy
get as famous as THE LADY
support you like Eminem did for his baby.
So Never Ever leave me
Or I'll succumb to Scientology
and go even more crazy
my world'd become a mystery.
I'd rather be a rhino
rather be tricked into a *****
rather be married to Bono
in a movie starring J.Lo
be forced to live with Yoko Ono
have red eyes like an albino
than to ever be with out
Gabby Abrego!!!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
o darling oh wohw ohhh dar-ling oh wohw wohw wohw dahrrr-leeeing some gunman walked into the mall
who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for I said Sarah Palin with my cross-hair target I shot Gabby Giffords who saw her fall? I said gun laws people with my little eye I saw her fall who caught her blood? I said Daniel Hernandez who placed pressure to her wound with my finger caught her blood who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll make the shroud? I said Cochise County ranchers pressuring for tougher Mexican border laws I'll make the shroud with my thread and needle who'll interpret what she stood for? I said Tea Party constituents with my pick and shovel I’ll dig her grave who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be the minister? I said Washington lobbyists with my little book I’ll be the minister who'll be the clerk? I said the media if it's not in the dark I'll be the clerk who'll carry the link I said Twitter I'll fetch it in a minute I'll carry the link who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be chief mourner? I said American people I mourn for my love I’ll be chief mourner who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll carry the consequence? I said destitute lost their homes to Wall Street banks if it's not through the night I'll carry the moment who'll bear the sadness? We said the world both man and woman We'll bear sadness who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll sing a psalm? I said the poet as she sat on a bush I'll sing a psalm who'll toll the bell? I said factory worker because I can pull I'll toll the bell for all people of the land fell a-sighing a-sobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor Gabby Giffords. who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for some gunman walked into the mall 9 mm Glock in his hand shot a bullet through her head 13 wounded 6 dead including little 9 year old girl Christina-Taylor Green who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for
marching bands make me cry i don’t know why they’re so dazzling beautiful fun playing their instruments marching in uniformed unison they melt my heart eyes wet with sadness joy who shot Gabby Giffords? some gunman walked into the mall
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 2:19 AM UTC
deep pan cooking not hardeep cooking 21.08.18
monday started top draw
my venom going to spill
natalie is going to get poetry draw
forget girlfriends she will run for hill.
how dare she complain
when something is uncontrollable
insomnia through hardeep may rain
but freedom of speech not so honourable.
gabby and chloe showed they cared
how natalie was blunt
explaining hardeep was literally chaired
footage available now hunt.
onto shares and stocks
rodrigo learning how to trade
laughing off my socks
no barings even if bad bug won't fade.
nick and rodrigo in control
on boarder line ready to hassle
the biceps taking fall patrol
it was rodrigo not nick who liked mussel.
failure to the task
hunger will be plenty
one comment can not mask
hardeep can make something out of empty.
dans hands were magic
don't get confused
gabby refusal was award and tragic
like basic budget just amused.
was sally watching adverts
the aviva app dash cam i log
roxanne will need youtube diverts
it was a tin man not a brown dog.
nick explaining about travel
lands of paradise and greens
at airport all unravel
seeing face on all them screens.
legs up and over
natalie and gabby to exercise
hardeep with a nasty dig and sober
saying nick doing shopping add criticise.
natalie and hardeep getting louder
hardeep gets my crown
unacceptable all about curry powder
she bring herself not hardeep down.
going to end with a critic
natalie won't see no irony
vicious mouth and hyper-critic
its all add to cbb savoury.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
In that age of aged seasons
predating our own's four-square rhyme,
a reasonable jape was hatched
beaked but hairy to a guilt-free Hen
whose humors ran with jaw-slackening
creatures, foul and not at all bird-like.
Soon after its mixed-up cracking,
two prattle-prone Wrens hopped to spread
rumors of an un-chickity chick
and the ungodly origins
of fatherless yowls. Their tittered jeers
found welcome ears, and Mother Hen preened
her babe chased by merciless guffaws.
This Hen was not one to lay
down meekly, and a never stony
tongue rolled out its antidote myth
to a pair of gabby Gulls: "My child
may look not-much, but he's divine
engendered and miraculous born.
Sure he's messy, ah, but you'll see
he'll grow to be, much-much-more than
any feathery tykes your like did bear."
She clucked it so seriously,
who were they to doubt her? The plumed
sniggering ceased. But before another
grateful day could dawn in a hallelujah
glare of right angles, out pecking
up a snack, Mother made eye
contact with an unfortunate Fate
brandishing his lucky-gripped ax.
What of her wonder-why, joke of a boy?
Left alone at straw-pocket home,
waiting for his Hen to return,
he starved then decayed to hollow bones,
and was never thought of again.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
I hide my face behind the makeup of a clown.
Not because I'm sad.
But because I like seeing people smile.
I work my magic constantly.
For even a hurt person needs a relief.
The world is made up of so much sadness.
When there's no need to be.
Reach out and help another.
And you'll find them assisting back.
I hid my face behind the makeup of a clown.
While knowing in the next town.
I'm still required to make a person smile.
To some.
I'm a welcoming of joy.
Turning a fright frown around.
Who wants to see a sad clown around?
Happy Gabby.
Or Sad Lappy.
Which one would you select?
Least when you are depressed.
Smile and watch people ask why?
Frown and watch people appears blue.
All because of your bad mood.
A clown gets laughter more.
When they try to make you smile for joy.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
Don’t have the riches of kings or even high priced CEOs
Nor the prestige that comes along with such titles
Just blessed with the wealth of wisdom so vital
Don’t have the physique of Hercules or a chiseled athlete
Nor the pack of six that embodies the adored waist
Just blessed with the muscle of fiber so ace
Don’t have the sleekness of Benz or even a speedy Porsche
Nor the glamor featured in the technology apparent
Just blessed with the motor of drive so inherent
Don’t have the smoothness of tongue or even a gabby gift
Nor the trance of words to influence the willful soul
Just blessed with the arrow of intent so bold
Don’t have the weapons of stars or even enhanced surgeries
Nor the practice that transforms them into *** beings
Just blessed with the device of a mind so keen
Don’t have the face of models or even fabled knights
Nor the ability to rescue the day with super might
Just blessed with the courage to do what’s right.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah
Goals
Area managers
Deadlines
Blah blah blah
This is her life
Lady next to me
Blah black blabbing
Andre's team
Blah blah blah
Gabby
Has been in the role
For 6 and 7 months
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
I created a couple on Sims, once.
They were so fantastically in love.
Together they made Gabby,
And a roughling, named Danny.
And, they all lived together,
In Flat 1.
One day, the dad dropped the kids at school,
And, off he went, to work.
I let Taylar, the mum, cheat,
With a stud, on repeat.
Now, I’m just waiting,
‘Cause I know what will come.
Gordy, the dad, who’s still in the dark,
Went to meditate in the park,
There, he saw Taylar,
With Benny, the sailor.
Cue, the planned brawl,
In the street.
Gordy, the dad,
When it was done, had won.
Taylar, crawled back, so sweetly.
But Gordy’s no fool,
He said they were through,
And, sat her junk out on the street.
Taylar the *****
Went down to the bank,
To clear out Gordy’s account.
But, smart Gordy had listened,
And, cleared out his pension -
Knocked Taylar right off her feet.
So, now, Taylar’s reflecting,
And Gordy’s out flexing,
His muscles he found,
In pastime.
Gabby, so sweet, has started to teach,
While, Danny leads group rock climbs.
Soon enough -
Mum’ll find a new beau,
Dad - a darling, in tow.
Everyone broken -
Now mended.
They all will be fine,
Everything works, in due time,
By the point, at which the story has ended.
Jul 27, 2011
Jul 27, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
Feb 6, 2014, 11:37 PM
i miss you and i dont know where you are or if you'll even get these i just really hope youre safe and that you know i love you
Feb 6, 2014, 11:39 PM
and i dont know i dont have anyone to talk to so i'll just write to you i hope you dont mind
Feb 6, 2014, 11:42 PM
the formal got rescheduled to next friday (valentines day, blech) and he texted my aunt and she was like "thats okay, that just means you'll have to take her out tomorrow" and i literally laid down on the floor
Feb 6, 2014, 11:45 PM
i miss you
Feb 7, 2014, 1:33 AM
why do people not care about things or other people i dont understand
i dont know
why do people ask questions if theyre not interested in the answer
Feb 7, 2014, 1:34 AM
i hope your night was okay, i really hope you're alright
i love you man, goodnight
Feb 7, 2014, 2:53 PM
so chris told rhea that the only reason he started dating her was so that he could make gabby jealous or something wow
Feb 7, 2014, 10:40 PM
we got chris in trouble i feel so bad and apparently his mom is an alcoholic and like god, i dont even know i just wanna pat him on the head you know
Feb 8, 2014, 3:21 AM
**** i really miss you i hope you come back soon
Feb 8, 2014, 3:34 AM
i think i dont believe in love anymore
like in the way that i can see other people loving something or being in love with someone and that's perfectly okay and i can LOVE people and things but not well enough and i cant be IN love with anyone and i just i dont know anymore i cant tell if im the headfuck or if everyone else is
Feb 8, 2014 3:44 AM
but i love you
Feb 8, 2014 3:44 AM
whether it's me or you or both of us that's a headfuck and even if i dont really know how to be a good friend to you
Feb 8, 2014, 3:46 AM
i love you
Feb 8, 2014, 3:47 AM
always
Feb 8, 2014, 3:48 AM
i hope one day you're happy
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
See ma name is Lil t, born female but got pronouns with they and he
Ma big brotha calls me a lil' ****** ma otha brotha calls himself Born2Play with one digit
Nobody talk **** with this 5 foot 4, you mess with me and you out dat door!
I'm a Virgo born in a foreign country, at the age of three flew over the sea
Ma blood is made up of Blue, Yellow and Red. Romanian is one of the 5 Latin languages if y'all dumb squats read
A child of God is what they call me,
I **** skittles when I reach the MTL metro Beaudry
I ain't like those otha chicks,
When I was 17 I realized I didn't like ****
Put two and two togetha,
Adopted rainbow sheep of ma family, had a dream about this hot chick named Gabby
Ima end this rap short and sweet,
I stand proud and tall for Comaneci the great 10 on 10 gymnast athlete
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
I sat up late with a Shoot-em-up
While the wife went off to bed,
There was a time I’d have joined her, but
She only had sleep in her head.
There was Gabby Hayes and a guy called Clint
Holed up in a barn, in Mo.,
And blasting away at the barn outside
Was an evil guy, called Joe.
I knew which was the good and the bad
Though they each wore a Stetson hat,
For Hayes and Clint’s were a pearly white
While this evil Joe’s was black.
He’d robbed the Stage, and hidden the loot
In the barn, where the good guys lay,
He yelled, ‘You’d better throw out them sacks,
If not, then you’d better pray!’
‘The Sheriff will come and kick your ****
Rang out the voice of Clint,
‘I’ll say, Dadburned if he don’t,’ said Hayes
‘You’re a pesky, bad varmint!’
Then it ended, as the old westerns did
With Joe laid out on a slab,
Though he starred again in a hundred films
He was always labelled bad.
I went out onto the porch to smoke
It was warm, a summer night,
While the Southern Cross shone up above
In the Milky Way, so bright,
And I pondered then on a single line
That Joe had snarled, to connive,
‘If you don’t throw out them sacks right now
You’ll never get out alive!’
The world is full of the likes of Joe
Who threaten and rob, and steal,
While the rest of us are lying low
And living a life that’s real.
But he said one thing that applies to us
To the bad and the good that strive,
Whatever the sort of life you live
You’ll never get out alive!’
David Lewis Paget
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
You told me we would paint our bedroom orange and that we would have a boy and two girls and that our living room would have a big window and lots of those lame decorative pillows that everyone throws off on the couch.
You told me that every Christmas i would get to put a star on the tree and you would get to decorate it because you loved decorating the tree and one year you're going to put a ring at the top and that's how you would propose, you told me that.
You told me we would teach our kids how to tie their shoes with just one bunny ear because we grew up tying our shoes with two bunny ears and all the cool kids in kindergarten knew how to tie with just one.
You told me we would take a cooking class together and learn how to cook because you loved cooking but you weren't that good at it and I never knew what I was doing in the kitchen.
You told me that Ashley didn't matter to you but you ****** her any ways for four months straight and apologized and I told you I forgive you
You told me you wanted to see me the night after our big fight over the phone about how you never cared about me and I mean nothing too you and I told you I didn't want to see you but you showed up anyways and i melted into you and you told me you love me and I told you that I love you too and whispered in your ear that i forgive you
You told me that those texts from gabby didn't mean anything but I called you twice that night and you never answered and then someone sent me a picture of her sitting on your lap, you apologized and I told you i forgive you
You told me that I was over reacting when I didn't want you to go out with your boys that night in August when I wanted you to go with me to my friends birthday party. You went anyways and cheated on me and then apologized until I told you i forgive you
You told me that Amy was dating your work friend and you just drive her sometimes when she needs a ride but I found out you were taking her on dates and buying her lingerie then you apologized and I told you that i forgive you
You told me that I was the reason you weren't committed, that I couldn't hold you down, that you needed someone stronger with no baggage and bigger ******* to keep you grounded.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
They call us k.o,
Adriana,
Riley,
Jessica,
and Gabby.
Pass out.
While we walk by.
Party.
Crash.
Burn.
Don't get it?
Didn't think you would
<3 my gals
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
In those days of "yesteryear"-
those days my memory
holds so dear-
Days that filled my heart with joy-
all I wanted to be,was a ......
"Sing'n Cowboy."
Our hero was a special man,
to reach that level of acclaim
So, if you'll please allow me-
I'll explain.
Our hero, leading a wagon train,
three thousand miles from East to West-
Surviving the elements and indian raids-
his clothes were always freshly washed,
and his pants so neatly pressed.
Our hero always had a horse-
so smart it could pass a college course-
Our hero, tied up, and in a terrible spot,
that horse, with his teeth,
Could untie the Gordian Knot.
All successful heros
had to have a friend-
A trusty, loyal, "sidekick"
that stayed with him to the end.
All the movie "sidekicks,"
as often as they could-
Had a very simple job,
to keep our hero "look'n good,"
They had to have a funny name-
"Fuzzy", "Gabby", and "Ukelele Ike",
names known from coast to coast,
and up and down the pike.
There was one that stood alone-
taller than the others
Often called "The Best of theWest",
none other, than "Lumpy Covers."
So, our hero, with his 'ol guitar-
just kept on a'ride'n, toward the horizon-
as far as the eye could see-
Sing'n, and strum'n,
all in the Key of G.
copyright: richard riddle 07-14-2014
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
My sweet baby. I prayed for you.
From the moment I could write I always wanted a girl.
The letters I would write started with;
Dear Gabby,
It’s Oct 15 and im peeing on a stick. It’s really as a joke but the longer the clock ticks to the end of the three minutes the thicker the second line gets.
Dear Gabby,
My beautiful baby girl. I found out your gender today. It’s what I’ve always prayed for. A mini me. I know it’s early but I’ve already picked out your middle name. Grace.
Dear Gabbi,
I’ve decided to spell your name gabbi. It means God is my strength in Hebrew. I’ve had so much morning sickness lately and all I want is hot Cheetos and sprite! I can’t wait to meet you baby.
Dear Gabbi,
I’ve always wanted you for so long but baby how can I protect you from him if I can’t even protect myself.
Dear gabbi,
Don’t worry sweetie mommy will figure it out. I’ve been taking pictures because I swear my stomach is already showing. My dad (your grandfather) is going to help us out.
Gabbi,
It’s Dec 21 and I’ve felt my first flutter kicks in the car. It’s almost as if you knew. I am so sorry baby. Mommy just couldn’t bring you into a world where evil was tied to you. I hate myself more than anything.
To my daughter I never knew,
It’s been a year since I found out I was going to be a mom. A year of mourning what could’ve been. Life has been lonely ever since you left and I dream of your face everyday. The evil is gone but he took part of my soul and you along with him. My sweet baby. The one I prayed for.
To my daughter I never knew.
Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 1:55 AM UTC
The headlines are always bad news
Screams pull the night apart
Low tearing an old would open
To never heal
He said he loved her
I can't blame it on the the Tetons
What once was beauty
Colors change then fade to black
art becoming nothing
I don't even know how to story goes
Lions and lambs
But this autumn growing colder
The Frontlines inside my head are raging
Dreams fail down around me
Sorrowful September
With leaves falling
I never knew her favorite band
I can't blame it on the Tetons
It must have been Hell
Those eyes so cold
Those eyes which once were loving
And even the angels cried
He said he loved her
I never knew her favorite band
Rest in peace Gabby Petito
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
TV weather people
I find to be a pain
With their doomsday reports
Of drenching rain,
Of raging winds
And threatening skies
And temperature's
Escalating highs
Easy on the eyes
Always gabby
They give more advice
Than the current "Dear Abby"
"Keep your pets inside
During a monsoon,
Grab an umbrella
If the skies reflect gloom,
Apply sunscreen
And avoid the sun's glare -
Boots, jackets, coats, gloves...
Always be prepared!"
And forecasters' eyes light up
When a storm is due
And if there's snow
They'll remind you
To get bread and milk
And a load of rock salt
And don't forget to shovel
Your snowy sidewalk
Their do's and their don'ts
Are a pain in the ****
I advise all of them
To keep their mouths shut!
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
I
The day I was born,no one was happy
My mother was bereft and father,annoyed
With this gloomy ambiance,I met the world
And decided to live by,considering it a moment
II
When I became a teen,I wanted to explore
But was chained to stay ,as I was a girl
III
Leaving behind the childhood,I went to be an adult
And free to do anything,I felt so relieved
My inherent jumped, from being reserved to gabby
But soon was crushed,with sarcasm and reality
Molested sometimes,Sometimes was beaten
And sometimes was thrown, after using for pleasure
IV
Crossing the adult phase,I became a women
Learned to compromise,and **** all wishes
Caressing my children and taking care of the family
My life became limited,and bound to limits
V
Then the "Should be" phase came ,which changed my life
And I learned to adhere and fight for my rights
I am not weak,none of the women are
I spread thy word to motivate all
Don't be scared of the vicissitudes of life
Just calm yourself and face thy foe
We will surely win and grab our rights
As the end of tunnel is always with light...
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Gabrielle Pennington
You're my very bestest friend
One day you got me a toy fox
Kevin is the name he got
Gabrielle Pennington
Your the greatest type of friend
One day i got you a toy goat
The cutest goat to own a boat
Gabrielle Pennington
I dont deserve such a friend
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
A while back a friend asked me a good question:
What is the best compliment you've ever received?
Now while we can't answer philosophy without poetry my answer really wasn't that hard.
You see I was asked this question by an amazing lady in a letter,
I was all to happy to see the letter end with
Love, Gabby.
So my reply was simple.
The best compliment I can receive is that of love.
Whenever a friend tells me they love me, whether that's my brother by birth
Or my brothers and sisters by bond,
It's the best compliment anyone can give me.
Without my friends love I would not be alive today.
I've written a thousand stanzas protesting suicide and a thousand more against self harm,
I've written love poems to death and refuted them with disgust,
I've penned down quatrains with the blood of self hate and the tears of depression,
But I wrote them down because I was alive to do so.
Without the compliment of my friends love
The only writing done would be that of crooked tally marks on the inside of my coffin.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
You son of a *****
You, fuck..FUCK.
Backwoods bury ideals of true southern comfort
My tears are no longer cleansing nor purifying
I have escaped my sanity
GOD **** IT. YOU SON OF A *****
CONFEDERATE FLAG WAVING *******
**** or be killed
Oh, you stupid son of a *****
That's my family, my friends, my companions
Four legged fur ***** who only cared to run
YOU SON OF A *****
I'll find you and the poison soaked food you offer my friends
I'm sure they smiled at you
I'm sure you were kind
I'm sure you caressed them with care
Then with that cursed devil's grin
YOU SON OF *****
YOU KILLED MY FAMILY
I hear her now...
Her name is Gabby
Gabriel when I'm angry.
She the last one and I hear her begging mercy..
"Please."
I'll do what you've done to them
See if your hunting grounds free
I hope it was worth every bit of the poison
Because it shall come back in threes.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
We six souls
sip warm beer
from backpacks carried
across rivers and rocks
to the secret spot
we found as kids,
a lipstick-stained joint
gets passed back and forth
and Gabby's old blanket
hides shivering toes,
our secret hope
that tomorrow never shows.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC