"grinner" poems
Here you sit alone,
You used to froth and foam,
Abuse of women, eh,
Talking to yourself again,
You abused alcohol and drugs,
Now you're a winner with no hugs,
Yes, I guess that makes you a winner
of no privileges, now I'm a grinner,
Who does misogyny make a winner?
Nothing will save your morning teabag,
Fasting is good for you, dear, signed, this old bag,
Now you're thirsty again,
You're the winner of a futile old age,
So, alcohol made you the winner,
Good day for a smile, I'm a grinner,
I'll never be your tea lady again, grinner,
So I guess that makes who a winner!
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
Checkered choices rise some nights,
play chess with all my frightful failings.
Queen's Pawn to Rook 5.
Nail my footsteps
to the concrete season.
I'm losing pieces it seems.
I'm a sardonic grinner
and under these eyebrows, it's nuclear winter.
Wending my way through the last
three years, I find no release valve.
The pressure will build and place
its long arm along my shoulder,
pull me far from my friends.
One.
Two.
One.
Two.
Step
by step
by hammer blow step
a story is crafted, installed with a lock
in a circular book.
Queen's Pawn to Ryman Street
1:45 a.m.
simmering skin over ice armored innards,
the freezing rain sends up my curses
like steam
clouding off of my shoulders
and into the skyline.
I've castled my way out of checkmate questions.
Not my move to make,
so I won't life a finger.
Queen's Pawn to front doorstep,
then straight on to bed.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Visions of oppositions, positions and prison. The forward missions, the capitalism, criticism and optimism. The Amor, the adored, the allure and the awards! The doors, the poor, the gore and the sore.
The any and many! The many hoards of pennies, before the lords of plenty. The awkward, the backward, the hospital wards and the
mental. Furthermore, more roar and war with a governmental evil,
medieval in blue! Therefore as I do accrue the clues, the dues, the hues and views. Something’s of me? My belated peeling, feelings related to that of a shrine of the divine. Etched and sketched by a pencil and stencil. Designed by the heavens divine. A displaced or misplaced,
abused, bruised and reused utensil. Something’s of me? I am often depressed, half-dressed and suppressed. Distraught and stressed by
thoughts, thoughts that are fought, sought and taught. As I endeavor, forever dedicated. However, medicated or sedated! A neglected, suspected sinner. A grinner and winner in entice haste, with precise
pace! As I taste the waste of this offending never-ending race. Regardless heartless, relentless congress. Yes, in confessing to you; beware of the care, the dare, the flare, the rare of scare! Attempt to see
what I have seen in contempt! In-between or as a teen. The obscene or serene! The many scenes at the seams. Driven by schemes and themes
it seems! Full of the brave that craves! The deprave and the rave. Those things which sing from the grave... Something’s of me? These are no lies, as a book carefully look into my sorrowful eyes. See why I despise, why I am wise. Look beyond the ancient, powerful skies.
They’re in wonderful constant, radiant disguise. Something’s of me?
My sensitive life of delight in fight, fright and plight. My life of sight, my life of trite. My negative pride! My life’s awesome, positive stride! Inside as I cry, as I hide… I depressingly, devotedly, ignorantly, triumphantly, unfortunately, hopefully and literally say. I am definite that one day I will embark into the dark. Emulate as a creative,
relative spark! Onto Noah’s great and infinite ark. Sailing into the prevailing, unveiling rain... with much too gain, maintain, regain and retain. Believing, weaving and leaving the grieving, the blame, the flame, the fame, the insane and the pain.
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:17 PM UTC
I am a half-smirk grinner
an addict and a sinner
I am lonely and broken
a screamer yet soft spoken
I am dead serious
could be delirious
I am not one to eat food
on words I'd rather chew
I am a running joke
the fire and the smoke
I am the forgotten
lost and unwanted
I am the last one picked
I am twisted
And I am sick
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
It lurks below my consciousness, the beast beneath the bed
Tortured by imagination, vivid in my head
Strikes without notice, the world is dark and blind
To all the ****** massacres that play behind my eyes
Victimhood held hostage, convinced manipulation
Sickly soul so serpentine, saboteur salvation
Left within the grimaced grin, of tormented left demented
Suffer so, these chains and ropes, you'll never be accepted
Amusement starts to linger, maybe mould, or rot
Decaying internally, for he feels the hope is lost
So smile, smile, smile, and learn to love the sinner
For all that will remain is this twisted, Grim Grinner
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
Small confession to make
Mama said, when I was born
She saw that I was a little sinner
I raised hell like the devil does
Everybody thought It was a bad thing
I dared not to think about that
(chorus)
Look father, I'm a grinder, a grinder
I grind it all out, all out
When I'm at all time low, low
I can't let things get to me now, oh now
Oh no, you know I'm a sinner, a sinner
Mama said it was true, was true
So this is why I came to you, to you...
I'm a rebel without a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It wasn't always like this you know?
Another confession to make
Mama said, when I got older
She saw that I was a smooth grinner
I got that little smirk like Elvis does
Everybody thought it was a good thing
I kept thinking about that
(chorus)
I'm a lover with a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It was always like this ya know?
Last confession to make
Mama said, When I was born
She saw that I was a little killer
I did malicious things nobody does
Everybody thought it was a scary thing
I can't stop thinking about that
(chorus)
I'm a killer with a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It was never like this ya know?
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
I'm playing this game called life
Don't know if it's the right time
You can hear my cries at night
I don't deserve eternal life
I know I don't have the right
Because I sin all the time
I shouldn't fear the devil's bite
I guess I have to fight
I got it the easy way
Cause I won't die today
There's so many out there
They're homeless everywhere
I hate this life I'm living
Cause all I'm doing is sinning
I shouldn't be forgiven
And my God's got me risen
And all I do is play God
I'm not where I belong
I should be in the devil's lot
Can't appreciate all I got
After praising, I go back to that old life
And I start to be someone I despise
It's not fair to Him that I can't commit
I know I gotta change, I'm just so sick of it
I gotta change my ways
Unless I wanna die today
Look at all those children, they're scared
They're homeless everywhere
Oh take my life
Oh take my life
Keep me in this fight
Lord keep me in this fight
My blood keeps getting thinner
All I am is a sinner
I'm not gonna be a winner
No I'm not the grinner
I wish I could change my ways
I wish I could change this place
Get out of my old days
Can you hear what I say?
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Once I met a shining star
Capable of healing every scar
“lovely” whose meaning of name
Vast friends we soon became
Innocence oozed from her every pore
Together; I wished of nothing more
We roamed and laughed and went for dinner
The dispirited quickly became the grinner
Days, weeks and months passed
and it seemed the star would outlast
But just when my joy was at its prime
The star ran out of time
Having been gifted a wild heart
Unaware; when love took a fresh start
Immersed fully in the hope
that this one; will not elope
I sit now, alone in my room
With the look of a dry stick or a broom
Stuck with memories of the star I knew
Incapable of starting this life, anew
Either it never entered her thought
or was I the one she had never sought?
Although I, too, never originally intended
Yet my feelings for her got blended
Wonder why God gives one a wild heart
to be loved, cherished; or to be torn apart?
To be abandoned or to be wanted more
or just to let the tears dampen the floor?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
HUGH HEFNER HAS PASSED AWAY
A PIONEER OF HIS TIME
THE FOUNDER OF THE ******* MAGAZINE
HIS LIFE WAS SUCH A CRIME
ALWAYS IN HIS SMOKING JACKET
HE LIVED IN THE ******* MANSION
WITH **** LADIES BY HIS SIDE
ALWAYS THE GRINNER AND *******
WITH ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HIDE
IN 1953 THE ******* MAGAZINE WAS BORN
THE FIRST ISSUE HAD MARILYN MONROE
APPEARING IN THE ****
OH MY GOD WHAT A SHOCK
PLEASE DON'T BE SUCH A *****
REST IN PEACE HUGH
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
I am the one who was thrown out of hell.
The sins that I committed,
Here, my silence gonna tell.
Listen, you dear people,
Nothing in my life was ever simple.
Cursed being a birthmark,
I have been falling over a deep dark.
If it's in my heart or in my mind,
I wish to keep everything everywhere just aligned.
But wait, I am actually a sinner,
Roaming in this materialistic world being a grinner.
Crying so hard deep down inside though it's my dry eyes,
It's enough of stucking below the heavy skies.
For so many years, I heard my own screaming,
But this corpse ended up her identity without revealing.
Sinner,
For heaven, not designed
From hell, left behind
And this earth rejected her for mankind.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
Here's a verse, not too long,
All about my favourite song,
It's, of course, "I will survive",
A heart that's kind is always alive,
Who cares who is a winner?
In life, I have survived a grinner!
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC