"grafitti" poems
We meet by the lockers
at break
I'm still amazed
that this school
has Cheerleaders
that basketball
not rounders & netball
is the sport played
that we study
the Cold War
' Of Mice & Men'
& the War in Vietnam
that we have 'Hitzenfrei' days
that our German teacher
always forgives our mistakes
that boys & girls
hang out together
that we put on musicals
I've never heard of
That we celebrate the fall of the Wall
that we take school trips
to Concentration Camps
that there's no uniform
that the teachers
rarely explain anything
that the word ' rubber'
doesn't mean ' eraser'
here but something else
that there are stereotypes
like 'nerd' & ' prom queen'
that we welcome grafitti
that we believe in Love
above any kind of Study
that we have the freedom
to pick & choose our failiures
without being sent
to the Principal's office
that we read Kerouac
Carl Sandburg & Ginsberg
that nearly everyone
has lived in at least
two or three
different countries
that we rarely fight
that my crush
plays trumpet
in a ska band
that we go
to the nearby Lakes
on weekends
& the English language cinema
on Tuesdays
that we celebrate Halloween
bit by bit I nearly forget
my All Girls school days
in soggy Britain
where I had no friends
where we sang hymns
every single morning
where we didn't practice
the Love we preached
where our future
was crumbling old Oxbridge
where we had a coat of arms
where we had houses
named after the merchant ships
of our Founder from the 1600ds
where we didn't dream
of becoming Presidents
or Astronauts but Academics
forever lost in musty books
the flower of our youth, wasted
*Hitzenfrei days were days in summer when we were let off school because it was too hot.
Wall - Berlin Wall
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
You said my fears were irrational
But how do you deem irrational
That which a person whom
Is deeply in love with you
Deems rational,
How do you deem
My fear of losing you
Irrational?
Look at us now
The mess we've become
We've become such a wreck
A train wreck,
That even the finest form of grafitti
Cannot modify
How do you live with yourself
Knowing that you're the one
Who sinked our love boat
Now we're just another superstructure
Consumed whole,
By the unfathomable depth
Of the endless sea,
From the brutal storms of life
We didn't foresee
We cried of pain from heart fracture
Is it love that you lacked
Or was your sense of reasoning somewhat hacked?
How do you sleep, knowing that
You're the one who ripped apart
The delicate petals
To this precious rose of ours
Perhaps you won't make it
To be in the running,
In the Oscars
For the best actor award
But you do at least, deserve a few medals
Like the paraplegic athlete Oscar
For the best disloyalty
I confessed my fears unto you
And all you could do was laugh it off
You brushed the subject off
As if it were a speck of dust
On your shoulders
Rendering your pride, a form of rust
How could you have traded
Unconditional love
For irrefutable lust
You were once my pride and joy
But now a stranger you've become
Another somebody, I used to know
Sad part is that your presence
No longer brings any joy
How could you say that
My fears were irrational
When you fell into the same trap
I warned you of
How could you say
That my fears were irrational
When you succumbed to the spell
And didn't get choked by the smell
Of our burning bridge
How could you just stand there
And watch, while everything
We've ever worked for
Is burning down to dust?
Look at us now.
A premeditated crime scene we are
No evidence left to prove how close we once were
Not even a chalk outline
Look at us now.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
Cloud of smoke rising above
Revelation of joyous tranquility
A stir within the belly stiffening
A grafitti smiled, you lived within
A mouth stitched, heart un-sutured
Constrained by the apathy you bear
Consolidated in tethered pastures
A stare of silence vigorously imbues
A pleasure to meet your selfish leisures
Hear the voices rattling in throned castles
Run encircling the failed soul games
Good luck from one, another, a mother
I was bred as a hybrid alien, a predictor
Take these words and run, jog on
Your palms saturated with energy
Leave the magic and gallop with horses
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
I put the heads of those come to reason on the walls
raised clean of explanation
I occupy observation towers swept with frost
and the listening posts during hopeless invasions
Forget it I came here to fight and
you'll bleed into your grafitti
which converted my thieves hand
into cognac soaked
mandolin adagios
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
I run my fingertips
Through fields of gold
Touching on the edge of your reasoning
Blue
**A moment of sadness
Or the colour of tranquility**
Ripping skin
Painful memories
A distance
A time that has slipped away
Single handed perfection
An artist of words
*play with fire if you will
for tomorrow
My voice will hold the
Fire of a molitude*
If the illusion of life ways you down
Hold fast
For we can never know
When life will deal an ace
Be ready to paint grafitti
Across the sky in the hues of your emotions
Let there be time to fly just once before we die
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
1. Crack, Snapple, and Pop went to shop for designer clothing at the mall.
2. The mall was closed so Snapple and Crack hopped on Pop and shopped at Macy's.
3. According to his doctor, King Kong had a fear of paper airplanes.
4. Santa Monica fell into the ocean because Santa weighed too much.
5. Crackle entered rehab, they finally got him the help he needed.
6. As darkness fell over eastern Europe the planes were all grounded.
7. It makes you think that the president of Poland had ties to the pope.
8. Or maybe think that the president of Poland and the pope were close.
9. Because God is making it difficult for anyone to fly there.
10. You just have to wonder sometimes about the timing of everything.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
If even for one second
you understood
what you've seen
standing
right in front of you
you wouldn't scream
or pinch yourself
like a subconscious pilot
trying to eject from your dreams
Leave upon leaf peeled back
like the paint that coats the walls
of this mostly silent building
that surrounds you
like a grafitti covered
**** stained nightmare
of petting
and favor games
The digital ******
horrorshow stage
Lights, action,
put some tape
over your camera
Set your microphone in flames
It's impossible to track
the truth
even though it died
bound and naked
but they forgot
where they buried it
You've seen it
just like me
I know you have
Don't worry
that pervasive feeling
of sickening intoxication
wears off in a year or twenty.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
I wish some trace of myself could linger on you
When I'm not around
The way lipstick lingers, pink and soft, on a soda can
Even after it is thrown into the trash
I wish I could leave some mark on you
Indelible but unpainful
Like grafitti on a wall
I was here
When I ran my hands across your skin
I wish it smudged and stained us both
Like ink
Or graphite
When I trace your shape with my eyes
I wish it left tracks
trailing gently over your skin
Like veins, soft and purple
I can feel your hand in mine
But I cannot see the gentle dents of your fingers
Pressing into my palms
Like the void left in your pillow when you rise each morning
I remember the feeling of laying beside you
But I cannot see the lines of your sheets
Pressed into my skin
Trailing like ribbons
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Where does the sunshine on a sunny day?
Where do people come out to play?
Where can you ride your bike, skate on your board, have a pint at the pub and watch the world go by?
Where can you picnic or barbeque, learn to kayak or canoe?
Where can you be all alone or part of the crowd if you please?
Where can you play Rugby, Football, Basketball or Frisbee , young or old, small or tall?
Where can you run, let time stand still and be free?
Where can you see children playing in the park, splashing in puddles, people barbequing after dark?
Where can you cross Millennium Bridge overlooking the weir?
Where can you climb a wall, indoors or out, play music on a radio, dance and laugh and shout?
Where can you express yourself in Grafitti on a wall, play with your mates, run and kick a ball?
Where can you see flowers growing free, ducks and swans swimming with their families.
All of this you can see for free any day of the year down by the Quay.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
If someone tells you grafitti isn't art, prove them wrong,
It's okay to miss the people who were bullets to you,
Don't lie that you don't have a lighter on you when you really do,
Your mum definitely knows you've tried drugs,
Never be afraid to say 'no', even when you've already said 'yes',
For your own sanity, sometimes you have to stop romanticising, believe what is already there,
Ask someone older and wiser what love truly means,
When you meet someone, remember their eye colour not what they're wearing,
Don't be afraid to find counsel between the leaves of a book,
When your grandmother asks if you're okay, be honest with her,
When a relationship is over, leave, don't continue watering a dead flower,
One day you'll be eighty, you won't have a twenty year olds legs or a ten year old heart,
Turn off your phone one day and be involved in the world around you,
Ask yourself advice, you know you best, learn to trust that,
Do things differently this time,
Choose the one who looks at you as though you're magic,
Good people just made the mistakes and learnt from them before you did,
Take the time to give someone something they really need,
The one you can never watch a full film with will be the one to haunt you forever,
That song in Pocahontas makes more sense than any other you've heard,
The body has seven billion nerves, there will be that one person that gets on every single one,
We've all sat on the kitchen surface and spoon fed ourselves peanut butter from the tub,
Don't worry, eventually soul mates meet, for they have the same hiding place,
If someone needs a minute, give them an hour,
I know it's hard, but just ask,
Thoughts leave deeper scarring that anything physical,
Now and again, write a list of your best qualities,
Chocolate understands,
Better to have loved and lost, than to be stuck with them forever,
Some people you meet you might never see again, at least not in the way you did before,
Love doesn't hurt, loneliness does.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
People who don't live here think they know it all from watching T.V.
City lights cast down upon city streets.
They know no other way than to survive once someone comes and shoots their street lights out.
They **** and die for the street.
The fat man on the radio tries to calm the city.
Grafitti acts as a warnig, who'll get the 187 mark out today.
Some grew up on the low side of town where the bridges and the freeways meet.
L.A river acts as borders for the Gang controlled neighborhoods and washes their blood and sometimes their guns away.
Everyone's from somewhere ,are you brave enough to say.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
you gave me much attention, i acted like i didn't see it. i didn't mean it.
i was mean.
at first when you threw the hints, my eyes aint believe it.
now that you're in another man's arms, my heart is over here not believing.
i tried to eye contact you and tell you that i dreamt you, but for some reason our cable connection was cut off.
i didn't act like that for no reason, i was just waiting for the right ti(me).
and hear me out, im going to get to you someday.
and i'll keep waiting as i always have, i'll grafitti poems on my soul until i touch your hands.
listen, at 2am when i converse with the wind, i usually tell him to tell you that i love you 'cause my lips can't.
i was just waiting for the right ti(me). and i'll keep waiting.
'cause you can do the right thing with the right person. at the wrong time. then everything gets twisted.
somebody say timing.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
Impaired skin, my boy said rid the mind from a World of things. But this can't be about your hair or being thin, you have the eyes of God and so bold, a Queen. Under this Land is nature's jewel, in a way I understand why you chose Men as a change of crew. Dark texture and shy, roots pre-destined to mark the star of the sky, so never mind those pimples, the heart of Man pumps greed and becomes green at the sight of those dimples. I toss grace in here to your scars in predicaments, when your lost days in fear turn to beer, drugs and cigarettes. The puzzle piece to my Lung, how can this troubled Queen be done? Stretching both arms for wealth and strength, it's touching to know you held your guards at the arms of death. Cutting sweat with no alarm...you had to take his breath, so to keep harm at arm's length. Hold on Soul of tenacity, our modern walls should picture your face on grafitti, to resemble the forgotten wall-painted scriptures like the face of Nefertiti. No one knows the journey you chose, and so I'll leave this prose and let you be on your toes...
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:34 AM UTC
Don't look at me I was googled here.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
Night
guzzled the day
drawing creative grafitti
his way
veiling gray hazy silhouettes
mining the hourglass of time
groping for the stream
of life.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
You write of the Faroe Islands
of whaling & girls with red hair
I wonder if you've ever been there
or if it's just a writer's fantasy
Can a poet write
of what he's not seen
with his very eyes
or does he always have to live it
feel the blessed fire
of experience
burn his soul & skin
still, I give in
to your vision
of a place I've never been
in return, I offer you my Berlin
pristine lakes & secret courtyards
a City that's fought to be free
showing it's pride in art & grafitti
& international flair
yet you scorn it
just as you do me
turning my heart
into droplets
of Alice's tears
that moment
when she can't get in
through the tiny door
to the garden in Wonderland
why doesn't my world
entrance you, Islander
don't you know we share
the same sacred loves
look closer,
draw near
we are similar
we are poets
we know
God is a Beatnik
& we read
the same books
My Soul
sings of you
open this door
let me love you
let us
fold the stars
in two
& dance
tell me of Yorkshire
don't judge me for my past
let our differences bring us
together sparking desire
& let my love last
until you finally see in me
what I've already
found in you
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
"You can do whatever you want!
She proclaimed
A thousand eyes peered at her
scornful, disdainful
It was a motto they'd heard often,
"You can" had lived longer
Than any of their friends
It was etched onto their brains
Next to the minimum skills for the low-wage job they held
and the worries about getting food on the table
"Do whatever" echoed
Through broken doors,
Creeped in the cracks between
Grafitti plastered walls,
trash-strewn streets were nothing thrived.
"You want" whispered
In the silence between gun shots,
Hospital beeps, loud televisions, squawking carts
Slapping them awake when they fell asleep after
Working 20 hour shifts
"Just follow your dreams" she continued
(Not that you can anyway because you'll
Never be treated equally, never be given
The attention you need, never be lucky)
"Remember, everything is a choice!"*
*Options are not included.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
In a sea of ghosts,
I sat unknown
on the Flushing Local
over to 42nd Street.
And as I stared
through smudged glass,
at landscapes of grafitti,
I realized I was dead.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
The gravity of angels doth presage a fall
Dissent is the ascendant written on the scrawl
Scripture's now grafitti's permanent fixture
Anyone care for a psalm missile or two
God has a couple, his friends have got a few
Nothings old every things really quite new
Every bargain's even got a testament or two
Destructions guaranteed, creation's over rated
Another Eden's a blue print for a parking lot
Rise and fall's kids’ stuff, god does them all
Damnation just that button on a play station
Satnav's got two, that's one for each direction
Heaven's great ' but hell can be a serious option
It really is an avenue, you gotta keep it open
When faith abandons you, the other joints reliable
In the meantime just enjoy the uncertain chaos
Sin must have some virtue, there's enough about
Even the clergy occasionally let it all hang out
If its good enough for frock coats, who knows
It might be better for all of us dressed as we are
Ready for anything that sin can throw at us
And everything we can toss back in a glass
Darkly with the shades on in a cheap hotel
We might as well if heaven's hell on earth
And the wagers of each sin is just a gamble
With eternity dead heading with our salvation
It could take a while before the result comes in.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
¿Qué les queda por probar a los jóvenes
en este mundo de paciencia y asco?
¿sólo grafitti? ¿rock? ¿escepticismo?
también les queda no decir amén
no dejar que les maten el amor
recuperar el habla y la utopía
ser jóvenes sin prisa y con memoria
situarse en una historia que es la suya
no convertirse en viejos prematuros
¿qué les queda por probar a los jóvenes
en este mundo de rutina y ruina?
¿cocaína? ¿cerveza? ¿barras bravas?
les queda respirar / abrir los ojos
descubrir las raíces del horror
inventar paz así sea a ponchazos
entenderse con la naturaleza
y con la lluvia y los relámpagos
y con el sentimiento y con la muerte
esa loca de atar y desatar
¿qué les queda por probar a los jóvenes
en este mundo de consumo y humo?
¿vértigo? ¿asaltos? ¿discotecas?
también les queda discutir con dios
tanto si existe como si no existe
tender manos que ayudan / abrir puertas
entre el corazón propio y el ajeno /
sobre todo les queda hacer futuro
a pesar de los ruines del pasado
y los sabios granujas del presente
477
When I look at my city
I see
Boarded windows and doors
I see
Broken glass
I see
Grafitti messages eternalized on old fences and buildings
I see
Protesters fighting to be heard in a sea of voices
I see
Cotten whisps floating and blown away and forgotten like the crimes against innocent people of color committed by white police
I see
Fear in tired eyes, afraid that their children might not come home alive
I see
The man running this country denying and reading someone else's words
I see
Injustice and refusal of the second amendment
I see
The place I call my home
suddenly not safe anymore
for people of color
that America is built on
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
.
( we're starting to get boring )
::
Illuminati Night
CULTURAL HEROES !
the way that babe
can shake her booties in my face !
Should make her father proud !
••
**** star high
Ain't it great (?) AMERICA !
//
)(
Little words
Grafitti footsteps thru the night
The boy , his feet wrapped in
Rags of blood
His mother's crying in his ear
& his little sister's face
In their last midnight
)(
Mystical sight
---- HERE ----
---- ALL OF US TOGETHER ----
•
Looking to see
Truth
( at last ! )
;;;
FROM SEA TO SHINNING SEA
TO FINALLY SEE
TRUTH AT LAST
X
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
Little specks of profanities
c a r v e d t h r o u g h
and into my chest.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC