"habbit" poems
I keep having this dream
As weird as it may seem
My teeth are falling off
Down come Crumbling
Sickening it is to have it
Like a saint with a bad habbit
I keep having this dream
Teeth inside my mouth
One by one they all come out
A familiar taste of blood I remember
Gums soft and tender
Why am I dreaming this dream?
Stalking like a predator at night
Sending me images I cringe of its sight
Helplessly sleeping, unable to fight
I keep having this dream
My reflection no longer beautiful
A reject
A shame
What could this mean?
I keep having this dream
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
In my head
I am the Russian Roulatte
In a tee *** I beg for trust
When poured out
The foam becomes of your mouth
I do buisness in China
Shipped to Pueto Rico
Make tongues flip as sharp
as a Nurican Dominican
Jitter till hearts stop beating on top of Italian pool tables
I steal breathes from science who believe in what is not in the Bible
I am your Russian Roulette
Make a feline spray a *** spot in here ******
Make a King errect New Your late night star lights when they stu'n
Change the tune in your song
from spittin rap versus to singing to God that you was wrong
I beat the drugs
Put a end to your habbit
So when you feel you cant utter a verse I'll let you howl like a suffering rabbit
Because no one knows how to use me right
I am the only bullet tucked in to take away your life
As soon as I leap forward to your attention you will be adoment to a pension
Stire clear
I am here
No intentions but to terminate erosions
Respect what I may
Careful when you choose to play
You must reconsider the outcome
I am
The Russian Roulette.
© the Russian Roulette S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
It's only when your alone do we forget what a true pain in the *** people tuely are.
Maybe for some it's just missing waking up next to warm body your face burried deep within her hair.
Others may be something altogather different and for others it is a true friendship far beyond a cheap **** it's the laughter i miss.
Thoose moments I took for granted i guess it's just her I miss.
It was nine years of hell mixed with touches of heaven.
I had tried to erase the memorie with gallons of ***** and cheap flings
Forgettible faces *** can be empty at times and can do more dammage than we know.
The bar that sits only a few paces from her door is still there.
The places all the same yet they seem cold as I am no longer welcome there
Or was it just me and a paranoid refletion.
portsmouth is a strange place indeed where on one side of the street are people sitting outside in the summer sipping cocktails eating overpriced meals.
and right across the street people wait in line at the soup kitchen.
niether group looks towards the other like the old color lines during the times in america we'd all like to forget guilt is a ***** indeed.
Still no matter the problems in this world it always goes back to are own simple lives why you may ask?
Cause we cant solve the worlds problems and thoose who belive they can seem.
to have this habbit of always getting shot.
So here I sit in thumpers the local yuppie bar I used to look at from her window.
the view was a lot better from her place but the drinks are a lot better here.
Do I miss her?
Yes.
Will I knock on her door tonight and beg her for her love like some desperate love struck fool?
No. I just sit here get drunk talk to some woman and if I'm lucky get laid close my in the mist of passion and pretend it's her.
Maybe I'm a coward but I'm also a man and we all need that contact even if for only for one night.
If only I could reverse that view maybe then I'd just sit there and remember just what a pain in the *** she was.
And rememeber why I'm in this goddamed bar to start with.
So I'll drink to her in my seat by the window underneath the neon sign.
And pretend that my life was misery with her so I can stand this crap i'm living now.
Women are the worst drug you'll ever know.
But ****** there fun and I'll die befor I leave em alone.
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 12:43 AM UTC
I barely sleep
How can I? faces keeps haunting
Whenever I close my eyes, It's like a movie scene
Fairies, ghost, angels and demons
Dramas, thrillers, actions, comedies and fantasies
They're just one blink away
Tell me how to sleep
When a lot of voices enter my head
Some tell me to be good
Some persuade me to do the other way
Even I put my two hands in my ear
Still voices i can hear
Rarely I sleep
Just a nap thanks to those sleeping pills
It helps me show my sleeping skills
But I can't have it daily
I don't want it to be my habbit
Maybe you wonder
Why schizophrenian amnesia not insomia
I don't know the difference of day and night anymore
The scene was so vivid always keeps me awake
Awake that sometimes I don't remember how to sleep
July 3, 2014
Mysterious Aries
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
New gold Casio watch,
Loosely hangs from my wrist.
It hits the bottle harder than I do,
Against my best wish.
Swish of whisky down my throat.
I've never been one to boast,
About newly bought possesions.
But this watch,
This gold Casio watch is the exception.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Like sprinkling Fred
who waters the flowers outside her door
He's probably not well read
but has much fun from nine to four
And when he's in bed
she digs up dead flowers in a chore
a chore limitless, she can only ask for more
She thinks:
Two snow rabbits
burrowed deep within a snowbank
Call it a habbit
they sleep around cold like a riverbank
Ears, fur, noses small bits
their eyes are closed and they have nothing to thank
Outside the sun sets brilliantly
the city's pollution makes a fantastic prism
And she step by steps up the staircase
each wooden partition creaking in response
Fred lays sleeping, tucked away in dreams
and she pushes his bed off into a river
the black water carries him away, away
She is left on the sand, waving Fred away, away
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
I thought I meant nothing to you
Now I know you cared
enough to make sure no one elses
hands ever touch my skin
the way yours once did
But not enough to ever
feel my cheekbones with your finger tips
again.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
I woke up bathing in the moon light. It was of warmth and tender touch. Though I know that I have to get through of it. So I did everything I have to as I took it for granted. As I went outside to take on my path, my yesterdays kept huanting and pulling me back. I fought and I fought until I thought it was alright. But I'm not alright. I let myself be taken and be brought to another realm where reality's obscure and so desperate to show there's life when there's none. The sun's about to come and the sky's turning teal. I am again on the same road I walked a thousand times before. And I'd walk a million times more. It's not only becoming a habbit, it's becoming more of regularity in my system. I want my yesterday to capture me this time.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
Somewhere along the lines I decided that staying in the corner was best for me. The world was too scary and that I had to protect myself in order not to feel pain, but the pain that I felt after was much more than it could have ever have been with to begin with. Eventually my thoughts turned into habbit which led to behaviours a belief and then a way of life. Being older does not necessarily mean being wiser but with growth comes awareness and Im beginning to see that staying in the corner is no longer the salvation I thought it was and is in fact my hell. If life is a box then I want to experience the full four corners of it!!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Came from the poor
Became an addict
Always working
To support my habit
Never stole
Very young
I moved one day
2000 miles away
I didn't have a clue
What to do or who to be
I made it big
And owned companies
My habbit found me
Was a function addict
Had many good friends
Always giving
Always caring
I went to prison
To get rid of my habit
I started writing
5 times a day
It was about my feelings
And the life that I had
I'm now away
From that style of life
I still have my companies
And I now have god
I help with the teens
I give to the poor
I teach drug awareness
I manage rap groups
And I'm always caring
I give nothing but love
To people I don't know
I would change my life
For nothing in this world
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
*JESUS ******* CHRIST
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING
MORE THAN MY WORST HABBIT AND MY DENIED PASSIONS
WHEN YOU TOLD ME THAT I WOULD NEVER FIND ANYONE LIKE YOU YOU WERE ******* RIGHT
I REGRET WHAT I DID TO **** THIS UP
ITS YOUR FAULT AND YET I STILL ******* REGRET IT ALL
I WISH I COULD HAVE LET YOU HURT ME SO YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER LEFT ME
I WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND SLAP MYSELF IN THE ******* FACE FOR EVER UPSETTING YOU
I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO HAVE YOU BACK
NOBODY ELSE UNDERSTANDS
AND I KNOW THIS IS STUPID OF ME BECAUSE YOUVE ALREADY MOVED ON AND FOUND A NEW ME BUT YOURE THE ONLY YOU THATS STILL BREATHING AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO COPE WITH THIS I DONT WANT SOME OBNOXIOUS GIRL WITH HER HEAD IN THE CLOUDS OR SOME PITY **** GUY WHO WANTS ME FOR MY BODY I WANT YOU AND I WANT ALL OF YOU I WANT HOW INSECURE YOU WERE AND HOW ******* ADORABLE YOU WERE AT THE SAME TIME
I MISS RELATING WITH YOU AND JOKING WITH YOU
I MISS WAKING UP TO YOUR MESSAGES AND NOT BEING ABLE GO GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD
I MISS DENYING LIKING YOU
I MISS YOU
I LOVE YOU
****
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
well, your vacancy has yet to be filled.
cruising past your old haunts again
I set myself up for the disapointment.
its the ritual.
the rite of passage.
I know it wont take me where i want to go
and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it.
feeling like a silly fool,
indulging the habbit of a life time.
I know you so well though.
this mirror youre holiding up
reflecting the signs youve moved on.
tell that to our souls.
I still lose mine everynight
I know your looking for yours.
it wont rest with her
and mine wont rest with him
madness beyond man
fighting the perfect right
but you failed me
and not once did I falter
I dont know why i go by your old haunts
but I do.
I guess its a rite of passage.
our soul factor.
the reason
I am never lost to you
and you never lost to me
because its not something you can factor into infinity.
you can pretend
hold that mirror up like i do
we still hear the heartbeats of our song
we still feel the world did us wrong
weve moved on one step further apart
only our souls much closer than our metered hearts.
the mirror has two faces
but only one game of pretend.
we move on yet,
still holding on till the end.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
9/27/06
4:15 PM
i'm a coward in disguise
the best at compromise
and every look you send my way makes it worse.
i'm a dreamer and a cheat
but you're a liar and a thief
and your imaginary innocence is your curse.
you're a heartbreaker; too late
and with every twist of fate
my mindset becomes more and more unkept.
I know there's love in you
i saw it when you first walked in the room
and since then, i've seen it few times yet.
stop trying to hide
keeping that inside
thats the most pointless action on this earth.
but i won't hold my breath
or let myself get too upset
knowing you and how you carefully choose your words.
i just wanted you to know
that i see right through your show
you're my habbit that i'm constantly trying to kick.
so i won't say "i told you so"
when the wind begins to blow
because girl, you're not fooling me a bit.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
As a young child being told going to church is the life to live because its all positive and smoking **** and partying is all sin but isn't to much of a good thing bad for health. But i catch my self preying to God for help. We choose our own destiny we walk our own path we be who we want to be that our life and our right.
These words stabbing me in the heart as i write them pain has always been a habbit i put my self in this rabbit hole time to dig my self out that's why rabbit ryhmes habbit
we love to spend money on our selves like if we are really worth it. when there's someone in need we pay them now mind we say we have now time to stop. you keep it moving when it can only take a second of your precious time.
That person could be your neighbor I'm talking about getting up and making a difference There's no need for ignorance I can more but it can or may not be the truth But have something to say there proof. I've struggled all my life i don't feel pain don't even know the meaning this not a story anymore it's only a feeling.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
He says
"Do you remember
when your name
sat on the tip
of my tongue
And I loved
you more
than I've loved
anyone.
Can you imagine
how it feels
when my friends
and family say
Theyre happy
youre happy
and they hope he
keeps you that way."
I say
"I earned the right
to move on
the night
you made
holding her hand
a bad habbit,
and a question
of your taste."
He says
"I made a mistake
you could have forgiven me."
I say
"I refused to make
the same mistake repeatedly."
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
Frantic romantic hearts voyage titanic
Its been said, I said it
If its been red, Id bed it
Not saying I head it, Just willing to spred it
Taint taste on my palit
Less let then a rabbit
Want in on the habbit
A destany tragic
Say cant you see all the the fish in the sea
Even so no one fits with a monster like me
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
You are my it.
You were the only one.
Now,
everyone has someone.
And I'm self mutilating,
biting my fingers past the quick.
I use to do it out of habbit, not willfully or knowingly. And hated the pain.
now,
I feel the pain as the quick tears
and it hurts
but
it's not that bad.
Some part of me knows it is time to take action,
to change my life.
now.
before it's too late.
But part of me says "go to bed"
"be awesome tomorrow."
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
If you only knew
The power I had
Over you
ADDICTION
If you hear
The verses
Wrap soft
Around your head
POET
Just in case
Someone hasn't
Told you
I'm taken
PURSUIT...
INTENTTION
To take half
Of what you've given me
And more from
What I'm making
KICK HABBIT
Do not feel defeat
Fear defeat
Look at it
Stab it
And say, "Here want some?"
Loose Change
Just another
Pent up broken game
Of why brothers
Can't play
White folks way
Wait we over
That trip
Or was we
Yeah anyway!
Just playin, lol
Y'all have a great day!
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
Her cry haunts the living out of my daylight, chases and split succesful thoughts blocks and erases all joy of happiness her tiers scrambles and never win the game
Her screams sound to voilent for me to understand
Instead ill watch a horror that follows
Her version was to remain was to remain
I should have asked she said instead I cowardly challaged myself
A habbit I,she needed me to discontinue that night, I keep thinking yet don't show it, invovement the excitement and the peace I felt after killing I mean removing, I walked in there alone and came out everyone one knew what I did
The silent conductor
Engages and conducts my thoughts. Maybe you wouldve been unconditionally loved or even successfully contributed to my present but I am working on a future and you happened to early to Be involved now I cry and everyone says I'm a killer I wonder why you haunt me.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
A girl a once knew had a dog, or did he have her ?
Then she got another pooch.Walked them round and round. And round and round.
Joyless..... why I.asked. yank.her.here .pull her there. Sniffing.this checking.that.She.was dutybound to.walk.the hounds. Round and round one year then the next.getting rounder all the time
Dam..creature of habbit....chasing what.who is the hound.who is the rabbit.
I. Could see her sorrow at the end of the leash.fear. even.
A joyless task restrained restrainer.
Animal.trainer. To.each.his own.
I have two dogs of my own but I try to walk them and not let them walk me.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
I smoked my last cigarette today and boy did it taste just like all the others.
It tasted Like 8 minutes by yourself
Like the last thing you do before you go inside every night
Like short conversations
Like the cold air you force yourself into
when winters lingers like the smoke on your fingertips.
Like the **** you have to take afterwards
Like the ashy kisses we force onto our loved ones
Like burned upholstery in our cars
Like forcing a deep breath
Like headaches
Like nausea
Like all the ******** reason I used to justify the socially accepted suicide we sell in our gas station!
Like stress
Like sadsness
Like temporary relief
And Like permanent destruction
It tasted,
Like the color black.
I smoked my last cigarette today
And boy,
Did it taste just like the rest.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC