"gett" poems
I watched her lips get wet, as she took a drag from her cigarette. I held her close when I heard her shout, because she finally knew, I had her figured out. Don’t be so pretty, don’t be so coy. Don’t walk away, don’t act like a boy. Don’t question my feelings or make me sore. Don’t, just please don’t, walk out of that door. I want to be the only person, in. Your. room. I want to feel your eyes on me. I want to be the one that you can only, desire. Kissed by a moment. And if you can convince me I am pretty, I will marry you.
So many rules, too many ways to be right. Oh, but please, don’t get me so wrong. Don’t interrupt, don’t guess who I am, or come on too strong. You may not understand that I am myself. Please don’t let my deficit be your burden of wealth. I just want you. To love yourself. Too much to ask? Too much to grasp. I want to feel your arms around me, feel your heart against me. And know, that you are there. No two bit stamp on the back of my hand, a fleeting night under the sheets. No, convince me I am pretty, and I will walk with your shadow til the sunsets.
I am not your buddy, I don’t facilitate second-hand-emotion. I do David Bowie, I do listening to the rain, I do dancing drinking, I do living without shame. And of these words that have been said before, keep gett-ing, left behind with the close of a door. Isn’t it shame you tried so very hard? Clouded, misjudged, may be a bit plus-tard? I hate apologies, or the shame of self defeat, where is your fight? Please ground your feet. I am getting bored of myself; the intricacies of freedom hidden in a secret box. Convince me I am pretty, for your are the one who only would know.
I watched her eyes drift to the side, as she held back tears she could never cry. I held her closest when she pushed me away, and when she told me to leave, I made myself stay. Do be you, do smile when you can, do hold my hand, do act like the man. Do make me talk, don’t make me talk **** just make me realise, you love me just even a little bit. And when I convince myself I am pretty, I’ll be fine, just fine.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Your life has been hard,
It has
And you're not even seventeen yet
You've just learned to wear your hair in a ponytail,
Even though it doesn't cover your face as well
Now everyone can see that face,
That tiny little forehead,
And those eyes that aren't quite green or gray or blue,
But full of hope
Hope,
That is the color of your eyes
When you look in the mirror and hate yourself to pieces
When you wanted to grab a pair of scissors and cut off those beautiful belly rolls
And when you wanted to carve out a new shape for your nose
Ther's still hope,
In your eyes
Because that is what your made of,
and it shines through
Every time you've been broken down
Countless times
Every day on your way to school
Stepping through the gates of hell on earth
When they called you names
The sticks and stones
Staring at you in the corridor
When you got through your ninth year
When you saw your grandmother and all the safety she was die,
For the third time
When you realized that this time she wasn't coming back
When you told your dad you hated him,
And every time you realize you still do
When they crushed you
There was still hope left in you, if only the smallest grain
You always believed there would be a better day,
Even when you sunk the blade of a pocket knife into your own skin,
And you could barely see through the tears in your eyes,
And you mom cried,
And she held you,
And you said "No, you'll gett blood all over yourself"
And she screamed a little,
And there and then, at fourteen years old you thought that this,
This is rock bottom
You knew the only way out was through,
You knew
And that's why you made it,
Because no matter how sure you were that you'd given up you never really had.
That's why you,
Eleven years old,
You didn't jump ,
You didn't
No matter how hard you believed in the freedom of bones cracking,
In just a second
Floating away,
You never managed to convince yourself it would be worth it,
Because what if the sun will rise tomorrow and you will be okay?
Maybe that won't happen for another week or ten or twenty years
But it still wouldn't be wort it,
Because WHAT IF
You don't want to miss out,
You don't want to be the jinx,
Miss your whole life just because you got tired so you left early,
So instead you flew
Because you knew
You' pull trough
And you did
You bright bright ray of light
You brilliant star
Even though you are covered in scars
And that's okay,
It's okay
Now look in the mirror,
Look me in the eye,
And say after me
It's okay
You did it
It's over now
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
You see the catz??
They be wack
I spit like that chick Freda Gatz
I got Empire that start fire
Reachin' for theMessiah
Gett the blessin'
From Pac n Big
Even Scarface gave me a bid
Hardest in the pit
Noshit
My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick
Flip it
We livin good yall
And ya never see me talk to the laws
My fashion clean in a gangsta lean
N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean
Thats my gat fool
Soul food for ya body fool
Ya know rules
Dont step out of line
Unless u ready to fined uh
They see through
I feel my hood brothers
Saying they need you
Me im refering too
I keep it street yall
**** all these gay *** **** mayne
Fools wearin' skirts
Then claim they puttin' in work
Soft as **** followin' gimmicks
When i shed wisdom
Everybody gettin lit
Sunshine for yo mind
Still puttin a middle finger to one time
I stay in my grind
I got no time
For haters they only make me greater
How can ya play me they cant slay me
Im on top so cAN they stop me
They were bullet proof vest
I aim high for ya head notyo chest
Gotta alot bones roll with thugs
Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches
Swang i
On vogues sittin' on fours tippin'
With the wood grain drippin'
Hate them cuz they hate me
Got my whole clique
Backin' me
In the industry they need real emcee
Likeme ya see
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
is there any road to follow is there any way of survival for my own hope. where do i turn to if i mean no trouble. theres no hiding cause every one knowes my life like a bood with chapere books. all i can do is turn my silence in to violence. theres only fear where i cant hid behind the sound to hide my stolen omen.
where do i wait for you to show? i ponder on what will happen to me is the danger screams out of the shadows. what is real my dreams that turn into dark!
i can keep running from all the lifes evils of temptation do i follow or not. what s this life
life or death. some one stole my own demons. how long do i have to keep going when i just gett weaker and weaker as time goes i lie to my self like every thing is all right when im slowly drowning out of the light.
my hands arnt stong enouht to hold my silence. holding on for dear life my hands start to slips as i plumit to my death. seeing my own refection that is only evil that takes no risks.
when i touched the mioir i went in to another world seeing whay ly life is like for every white lie that leaves scares.
i slip way from the light with some ones othere hands pull me away soying dont go eve if you chose. we are hear to fight for what neddds to be changed.
letting go of my souls as it puours out of my breath.
our world is full of dangers that linger every corner but i kep slipping from the light cause i ont have any thing to hide be hind my sound so i dont break
what am i
what will i be
how will i survive
what do i need
love
free of fear
how long do i have to keep running
my sound is now where to be hurd
the cold weather bites
my anxiety grows
with what limits
idk who the real me is
cause looking in the water seeing what you look like
what would be left
if i went missing
what would you do
do i really know who the real me is
cause i dont have any thing to hide be hind the car radio no sound my silnenc turnes in to violence
(MY SILENCE TURNS IN TO VIOLENCE) when i dont have a place to hid
drowing my life with music has saved the pain way from all my (ANGER&HATE;)
all i can see when i sleep is this world dyeing with ******* hatred and small war
i dont have any thing to hid be hind to stay safe
(MY ANGER%HATE) becomes dangerous making me snap and go psychoticly crazy
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
its obivious byy now isn't it political science , economics , biology, sociology , i can go on you gett the idea they nver change anything but they sure do complicate things ,/ wht has changed human life throgh outt history has been maths, engineering, and now AI , so i think its better chop woods then study these "dead ends" man
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC