football is fun football is great,
pads and pants geting ready,
for the big game,waiting ,thinking
finnaly  time for the game,
cheerleaders cheering,fans screaming,
kickoff is hear now as he kicks it,
its in the air, i tackel him to the groud
we start on defense maby will win we will try

so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad *****,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court

the term “bad *****” can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy

the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love *****,i chase paper”*** to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(****)

anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad *****”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram

we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad *****” on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam

life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse

bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"*******"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****"
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see

and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj

these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man

and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining

so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet
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best way
to describe him
charlie chaplin
wearing stan laurel's
black and white suit.

black hat, white gloves
funny walk..
does not say much
but forever making us laugh

he is just not sure,
why that tail thing
follows him everywhere...

loves the blucat...
the blucat tolerates him
but is warming by the hour

he is tod's new cat...
the blucat....gus  is
geting on and prefers
to sleep...
timothy tuxedo
(he was going to be captain wrinkly drawers....but sanity
prevailed...can you imagine
standing at the the back door
and calling that cat..)
...plays
until he drops...
this will be a good thing

once tuxedo boy stops living
in the bottom of the shower...

The realness i preach should not be discarded
dont frown and scroll down,but this piece should be regarded
regarded because this ain’t no tutorial
because those who get to know this are in memorial

being real isn’t based on the fact that you are a gentleman
no,it is based on the fact that in private you can still be a gentleman
unrealness circulates and is round ike a tyre tube
and there is no tutorial on realness on you tube

unreal things become more attractive to us
we try to be who we see on tv instead of the real us
realness is making your natural hair and droping the wig
realness is walking away from a fight with a punch to swing

so are those eye brows,fingernails and hair real?
or does the chains,gun in your back pocket and tatoo make you real?
realness is when you stick to a friend in times of trouble
realness is when you shelter the man on the streets when the thunder rumbles

so i say to all you ladies;love yourselves even if nobody does
this is why you do not belive when you are told you’re beautiful,after a heart break
realness is when you delete the term ‘excuse’ and the word “because”
realness is when a white kid shares food with a black kid during a lunch break

so you think you are real because you can read a lie”manifesto”to people
win the elections and not do ****,not even see us as equals
realness is when you are friends with the opposite *** and dont complicate it
realness is when you work hard and the critics critisise but you still work at it

so dream big but when you make it dont forget to still be real
we strugle to be who we aren’t instead of being ourselves,what an irony
so dont try to be a model because you’re not,and a model is an imitation of what is real
and realness isnt having money but having money that is real(through straight means)

realness is when christians can live freely in islamic countries
and black men can walk freely in white countries
realness is when you work hard,make it and help your community
realnesss is when you dream of changing the world but starting with your viscinity

you drawing breath and being physicall dosn’t make you real
and saying she wants to be just friends shouldnt change how you feel if you are real
these things i write are aimed to the world to teach
so i say R.I.P because it’s the Realness I Preach

1 week ago
BAD *******


so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad *****,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court

the term “bad *****” can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy

the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love *****,i chase paper”*** to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(****)

anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad *****”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram

we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad *****” on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam

life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse

bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"*******"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****"
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see

and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj

these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man

and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining

so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet

today's kids went from
'I want to be a famous doctor, saving lives!'
to
'I want to be a famous viner, geting all those likes!'

Again, I am paralyzed ー
Confined in my box of a room
as I am stricken with this strange fever, you see.

And now, here I lie - spread-eagle and stillー
to dawn on how thoughtd turn quickly
Like the crack of Dusk.

I am not sure if I'm lucid or not ー
Adrift in my dream-like Now
Because I am afraid to wake up
To the glint of Reality's stainless Blade.

I confess, it is a sight to see ー
The sought after Light at the end
Be swallowed by the Hole I'm in.

Where I find myself Falling ー
Falling ー
Falling ー
Away from the Light and down the Abyss.

Does it feel like geting lost in a foreign yet familiar place?
Or is it like a smile under the rain?
Is it like losing your lover's love?
Or does it feel like nothing at all?

I confess, words cannot express
This feeling ー
Of Falling without End ー
Of Falling without End...

This silent predator is neither Friend nor Foe,
because it attacks when one least knows.
Before you know it, when the calm follows the storm ー
It has covered you like Pinatubo's sable-colored ash.

Well Mom came home covered in mud and all  in a fuss,
told Dad she's tired of  bouncing down all those ruts.
Now one thing is true around our house,
you better get busy to calm that woman down!
So Dad had a plan , Jack of All Trades,
he went about making a home made grade.
Took three railroad ties and then added a blade,
hooked it to the tractor and thought he had it made.
Well it seems ,Master of None, that blade just bounced
and nothing was geting done.
Here is where the plan really went wild,
he had all of us kids sit on it for a ride.
That road has a mind of its own
and when it saw this well, it was on!
Dad pulled the whole crew down the road just a bit
and that's when the road said this is it!
We snagged on a rock with that home made blade
and all of us kids went sailing, tail over head!
Wasn't a spot on us that wasn't black or blue,
covered in mud and a few lost shoes.
Needless  to say when Mom  saw all of us,
well that woman let out one hell of a fuss!
We all acted like we couldn't hear,
but even the neighbors got it loud and clear.
So that was the day the score came to a close,
zero for the Dad and one for that old dirt road!

I hope he is not like me, that he understands how much you are.
The gravity you have on a relationship is so amazing, maybe because it reflects on the person you are.
He better make you happy, not laugh, or have good days, but if happiness was a currency he would make you wealthy.

He better never, miss treat you, because I'll have something to say if I ever find out. I hope he understands the love and caring you bring to the table, and it's not something to take for granted. I hope he knows that your smile takes away bad days, the way your so positive helps with the stressful days.

I hope most of all that he knows your a beautiful girl with insecurities and he has to be patient with you, your body will never live up to your expectations and thats ok, your an unstoppable force that will never stop doing the right thing, geting better for your self, and showing the one you chose to love, what love actually feels like.

So to you my friend, although the girl you have around your arm is the love of my life, shes happy with you. It's taken me along time to come to terms with that, take care of her shes a broken dish, but shes put back together with melted gold. Which means, although at one time she was perfect and brand new, her mistakes have made her way more attractive to the right person who can take her flaws and all.

wen i met u...
I beacome a lover,
she became a lover,
had our heart broked i was in I recover,
i became d man she knew could rely on,
somebody's who'll listen her and cry on,
she was geting better,
better she was gettin,
we r now building like some something wrong,
i apolojise i've done any thing wrong...
@ akash mazumdar

It' been ten days since I spoke to you..
nine days since my heart was torn in two...
Eight days since you spiraled at what ever we said..
Seven days since you did'nt respect me as your Dad..
Six days  days of me trying to stay calm..
five days of geting phone calls from your Mom..
four days you have slept back under my roof...
three days of us trying to work it through...
two days of us laughing again...
And one day since you said you were sorry!
But who's counting!

You may throw me away
like winter draft
But where can I go
when Im in your heart!??

You may try to vanish
me like spring time clouds
But baby, where can I go
when Im struck in your heart!??

You may try to burn me
like summer sun
But my love will never
die even if you shoot me
with a gun!!

You may leave me like
Autumn leaves, leaving the
trees..
But there comes spring as
time goes, geting new
dreams and hopes!!

----de3pak

I can
Imagine spending my life
Drinking from your mouth
My red wine
Smoking your fingers
Geting high on your breaths
Touching every cell of you
Hearing their stories
With every cell of mine.
.
I can
Imagine waking up everyday
To your hair on my face
Your cold feet touching mine
Your stomach nagging for bacon
And your lips starving for a kiss
.
I can
Imagine you as happiness
And sadness
anger
peace
love
As ups and downs
smiles and tears
As roses and thrones
Heaven and hell
Fire and rain
as the good thing in every one of them
.
I can
Imagine you as life
As reality.

no show for me tonight
im gunna stay home and walk my dog at night
i got tickets to pay
looks like we wont be having as much fun today
its okay
soon ill be out of this whole
free to rome
trainhop, hitchhike, and do much more
lay under the star and pray to god.
say thankyou for this life
and showin me whats right
i have much to learn
but heres to what well earn
by no longer geting burned

Scarred for what might happen

Eye can't lose one of the only people who have made me actually feel

Life is 2 short for this 2 be real

.

Eye can't think of life without it all

Now that we are geting closer I can't see it fading at all

Since eye have been gone eye haven't been the same

Your on my mind all day

Dam

Ba

I remember us getting married in September.
I know this wedding will be a day to remember.
I remember dancing at our wedding under the spotlight.
I remember this day was beautiful to me my wife in every single way.

We were dancing to our favorite slow song.
We smiled at each other like nothing was wrong.
I smiled back at you politely and passionately for so long.

You held my hand, and whispered you are my husband forever.
I held your hand and whispered, "I am happy we are together."
We began gazing into each others eyes, and we watched the time go by.
I could see it was night time, and we could see the fireflies outside.

Me and my wife danced until eleven.
We felt like we were in heaven on top of the clouds.
There was no more music anymore, not even a sound.
The angel placed a halo on our heads, were we wed before geting into bed.
The tuxedo and the wedding dress were worn for one night, and they didnt look at their best durability.
I don't care what others think, I love you and I'm happy you're with me.
The appearance is just for show, and we know it's a milestone.
With tuxedos and wedding dresses off on the floor; we should get wild and make love once more.

At last, the wedding was over and we can not believe it ended so soon.
At last, we are married and we were happy to be  on our honey moon.
We will never forget this day until we are old.
We will remember this day as spiritual souls.

Our hearts are with us until  the end time.
Our souls will prevail in the afterlife.
I am happy we're husband and wife.

only now i expressed
howmuch i love her

but next moment i got
what i couldn't

but nowdays i geting use
to this,feeling desprate

i should get out off this desperate world
as soon as possible

she started hating me
but should i know that

many of loving ones
started hating me

anyhow will lead this life..

im runing these trails
everything seems to hail

i dont want to fail
if i do fair well

i run these halls of the night
without giveing a fight

i feel like i geting weak
i must try to be at my peak

i push though the pain
where there's gang

i make it to the end
where my body seems to bend

i take my last breath
before my death

my last words was within the dieing night as i make my fight

Thats your best guess?!
Pain in my chest, god bless,
Your messy head is geting stail,
My coffin is glued with ceramic nails,

Guessing mad, liquid melt,
Goin' through the dress, stress,
Touching, I Softly caress,
Wind is falling of the sky high,

You unravel like a blooming rose,
****** is your daily dose of hope,
Drunk ****, making lunch in a box,
Blood bullets flying, cript stamp

Your mama dying of lying,
Similar to bus crash,
Your mind ***-busts,
Crack mesh, concuss' en,

'normious blunt run,
Wall blam!
Sham sham,
Your are dead wrong & done.

I look among the weeds and did not like what I saw, then I looked again in spring and what do I see was something beautiful and anew colored in beauty of rose bud geting ready to open up.
This gave me a moment of gladness that taken away some of this madness that the weeds gave when I saw them sown more weeds in the fields, Oh, how this makes me feel ill, yet it's all real.
yet at the right time the weeds will be withering away
and the buds started blooming beautifully.
I sit in silence watching the birds fly on high over the fields
where the wild grass grows in a land no one knows.

Judy Emery © 1997
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery

Can I?

One question, a question that can ruin you
A question that can defeat you,can I?

Can I? go out and face the world with this upside down smile can I?face geting out of bed and eating out my head because I'm so bored so lonely that I can do no more

Can I sleep tonight without beeing In fight
Can I? speek to him/her with out a panic can I?live  life and be a fighter not Just a suviver

Can I bring life into this world when I cant even pull myself thought it can I be there for you when I can't even be there for me

Can I find the answer can I believe in the answer can I? You know what yes I can I can do this and I will do this I am a fighter that's why I'm a surviver I can get out of bed I won't be bord I have pomes to Wright I have a life I have a dream I can..

I ****** up
I'm constantly remind of that
Nothing is the same

They all might thing it
But in reality

We don't have the same inside jokes
We don't laugh the same we don't even fight the same

The day I left was the day I fell apart bit by bit the day I lost everything the day I ****** up

My sisters the one who was aways annoying to me my little sister then the one who I looked up to who I wanted to be like my big sister. now I have a nephew  We don't have that bond you two have I wasn't there when you were born I regret that


Mam were just not the same I love you and still need you but we don't have the mother daughter bond like we used to


Dad since I found out I never loved you less I loved you more because it takes a real man to be a father not just blood

Your my family and I left and I regret that now I'm home things are geting back I'm coming back I love you and bit by bit everything I coming into place but it's still not the same because I. *******.e.d u.p!

five words
bad words
sad words
it was like geting hit
by swords
but i wanna hoard
those attention
those affection
give me more
give me less
give me enough
give me now
so how
whisper it
tell it
do it

the poem is ours.
ours to write.
it is mine to keep.
mine to treat.

the poem is like my child.
dont want to let them go.
i wright them and love them.
and i want them to grow.

when asked why i wrote them
im not always sure.
its made from emotion
from my ever turning soul.

but i love my poem
no mater my heart.
my pen is on paper.
geting ready to start.