"gettting" poems
So, you want to be somebody?
When I was your age,
so did I.
I thought I had some secret talent,
so I reached for the sky.
I had everything to do
and forever to do it.
There were adventures for me;
opportunities -- I knew it.
Look at me now -- forty-four
getting old, gaining weight.
I would never have guessed
that this was my fate.
I couldn't get rich and famous,
try as I might
the worst part is that
I did everything right
I had straight As,
I stayed out of trouble,
never once broke the law
(and kind of lived in a bubble)
Well son, where'd I go wrong?
'cause that's the path to success.
Now I rot in an office, barely living
on donuts and gas station coffee -- I digress.
Anyway, no -- stay in school.
The numbers say that you can't, so you won't.
Never chase after daydreams --
Thank me later when you don't.
Okay -- I hear you haven't been doing your homework?
Listen, son.
They're here to teach you, you;re
hereto obey.
If homework wasnt impooooortant
would you get it every day??
You see if you dont do your homework, youll get annswers wrong, and wrong is the worstt hing to be,You can 't learn by gettting your testing testing answers wrong. Your future will be a shotin the dark and youll probablymiss. Okay?
obey.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
i don't quite know
how possible it
is to psychoanalyze yourself
to figure out the tender reasons
why you place people so
delicately on your plate
making sure the mashed potato
man and baby corned tooth
woman don't touch
like sticking a fork in
yourself trying to
pull out how she
made you feel
in 6 words or less
the language gettting
muddled like word salad
that only you can understand
eating and loving
becoming synonymous
like you asking me if
i (still) love you
and drowning my
chicken in the fiercest
bbq sauce
it's fleshy white
skin
crying out like
a blemish
on history with
no take-backs
like using
every condiment
and coping mechanism
trying to cleanse
my pallete of
you
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Ember evanescent lashes put and is in horriabke conditions to tiffnay trying to do someth in ng mice and gettting punished by a HP poet lashout?I wi,t b e surprised if embers folliwers lower.this is her recent lash
"Ember Evanescent Dec 2, 2014
Well, tbh Im not "happily" changing. I find no joy in losing what I clinged to for so long then watching as my internal demons demolish all that I ever loved and im not changing at the same speed as anyone I just watch as my life that I cared about alters and crumbles, there is no beauty in a changing world and myself if that change stems from a disease of the mind that melts away all hope." speaking poetry language jn which tiffany loves is ember trying to ease the pain or make it worse?
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Tie up those laces,
Yeah girl, gettting ready for those races.
Show them boys who's really got it,
Girl you're the fire, you're what it takes to get that fire lit.
Don't back down, geez girl, you're talented!
Put their minds in a whirl.
You do what you please,
But Emily you do it with ease.
Stayin' up all night with the ladies,
Out all night, in this shadyy,
Weather.
You're my idol,
Of course you're gonna win that title.
Make up your crazy songs,
Show em up, you can't ever do no wrongs.
You're zen, times ten, Emily you're more than them.
girl you go, imma leave you with an "Amen."
(est.j.r.e.)
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Most poets, as far as i've seen,
seem to battle with depression...
why is that? Well, I can't ask that about myself,
because I already know why I'm like this.
To think... It all started in the 5th grade...
That feels like ages ago now.
One of the last days of the year,
Everyone was watching Robots,
or enjoying free reign of the playground.
I was one of the movie-goers,
Happily munching away at a little bag popcorn
Durring "intermission" aka, a bathroom break,
A teacher asked me if I could help her out with something.
Little kids are so **** nieve...
I followed her into the library like a little puppy.
In the library was a group of my friends.
(for the sake of annonamysy, I won't name them)
I was told to sit at the little round table next to the teacher,
not suspecting a thing.
She started off by asking us if we had ever heard
"sticks and bricks may break my bones,
but words, they cannot hurt me,"
Most of us hadn't at that time.
I was still smiling then.
She explained that the saying is not true,
and that words do hurt.
The reason I was brought there
Was that I'd said I felt smart,
After gettting an A on an assignment.
Apparently my 'friends' were offened by that.
The teacher told me to think about others
before saying "something like that" again.
My eyes started watering.
My lip was set to a quiver.
I returned to the movie room,
intermission was long since over,
The movie was started without me.
I moved my little chair,
to the back of the room.
Lights off, curtains closed...
I learned to be glad for the darkness.
It hid my tears.
The laughter of the children
covered the sounds of my sobs.
That was when I taught myself
how to cry quietly.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
I'm sittin here, feet clear in front of me, nearly dead, gettin head eyes closed, why cant i see, wonderin the **** have you done to me.
nose bleeding like a little *****
quick wipe
All hyped, grab my knife quick fight turns up with eight dead bodies **** not my hobby, take em out back breathing, hardly. Cry out ****** fall to my knees, redundant i see, heart poundin thunderous beat, unconscious i preach, ******* nonsense, grab a knife stab a ***** with no common sense.
Just a little tense, hope i dont make a mess, clean it up or confess.
**** it
Take a little breather
Bag em up drop em off quiver
With fear my dear its just as hard over here, stumble near an open beer down it quick passed the tip quick pour up, seconds done before i even heard the thud
Bodies all gone ******* screamin better run.
Done.
Hardly tho
Gettting dizzy walking slow.
Hobos getting blown by some dusty hoes
Split gone past it tho, hit a taxi and dash it quick, ****** off slash some ***** bust caps as quick, just hoping to get hit with some bullets and **** stab myself bleed black blood, air, ive got none,
Death will never come
Stuck here in this mind set
I wake up in a cold sweat.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
Why
Why me
Why not them
Why is life so hard ?
Why are people, so rude ?
Why is life so complicated ?
Why are people, so unforgiving ?
Why do we hurt, the ones we love ?
Why do we not learn from our mistakes?
Why has my life, become so un-manageable ?
Why do I keep doing the same things, over and over ?
Why do things keep gettting worse, then they already are ?
?
?
?
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Gettting a message from you
Brings back the delight
Of the memories we shared
And the pain
Of the same forgotten.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC