"habbits" poems
The start of something new
So much promise in sight
What the hell happens
When it is no longer right
Your querks and habbits
Just annoy me now
Was the honeymoon period
Just us being nice?!
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
I know I was never there to begin with, but will you still accept me into your heart?
I know its messed up, and everyday I wish I took those seven steps needed to confront.
You're all I ever wanted, but without the permanent affiliation.
I just wanted you to call every now and then,
Tell me that you're okay and you don't need the extra five or ten.
I'm emptying out and keeping the lies on my lips.
Inches away from you, holding tears back from my eyelids.
I wonder what kind of life I'd have lived if I would've tapped your shoulder,
Or what kind of regrets I'd have had if I would've pulled that trigger.
That's all behind me, but I always end up facing the other way.
But who's to say it's the wrong way?
For all I know, this is the world telling me to end my day.
But every time I open my eyes and wake up,
You're still on my mind, but without the make up.
You're scars are showing,
And your tears are flowing.
You're eyes are holding and you'll never understand how much you mean to me, theres no way of knowing!
You cut to conclusions and split the wrist!
I'm crazy just as much and you never ask me why I close my fists.
We're not the same yet we're making the same mistakes.
If I tried to end my life would you hold it onto me?
Tell me it's against my religion and culture and never look at me?
Without feeling ashamed, this life is so young but the time is so old,
And I might be freezing but thats because I'm so cold.
My heart is so overwhelmed and It's basically sold to the man in the black suit and a red tie.
You taught me well,
But the bad habbits are the ones that stay and dwell.
It's not your fault but I'm still blaming you.
I'm a mistake.
The small skid on the side of the paper.
The piece of dough that fell on the floor, stepped on by it's own cater.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but I'm infested by worms and caterpillars,
And I might like it,
Because I'm independent and someone still wants me.
Consulting myself because I'm all that I have,
Masking my feelings because my psycologist laughed!
I'm done asking because I'm all that I have,
Don't tell me that you're there for me, just stop lying.
I'm and unwanted **** and I'm tragically dying.
I'm not a wilting rose, so there's nothing that you can say about me or boast.
Just forget about me, I'm not all that you know.
It's over, so let my memories go.
I don't want you frowning or crying,
This is how I am.
I'm an unwanted ****
And I'm tragically dying.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Hello, this is wonderland
Everyone has gone mad
If you're normal,
This place will change that.
Welcome to wonderland
You'll wonder what's the matter,
When you meet the mad hatter.
You'll wander to that little drink,
That seems to have made you shrink.
But be warned of the cake most of all,
For it will make you grow so tall.
Hello, this is wonderland,
Everyone has gone mad.
If you're normal,
We'll change that.
Welcome to wonderland.
You'll meet the White Rabbit,
And be curious about his habbits.
The Cheshire Cat will be a scare,
Once you see, he's not all there.
Now the Knave of Hearts,
Never stole the Red Queen's tarts.
Hello, this is Wonderland.
Everyone has gone mad.
If you're normal,
We'll change that.
Welcome to Wonderland.
It's a wonderful place,
Here in Wonderland.
There's monsters to face,
Here in Wonderland.
They'll drive you mad,
We can't change that.
If you have any fears,
You'll meet them here,
In Wonderland.
We're all mad here in Wonderland.
Hello, this is wonderland.
Everyone has gone mad.
If you're normal,
We'll change that.
Welcome to Wonderland.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
Reckless habbits destroy the dying chance for children.
Worthless yells wont be heard.
Because we shutndown our compassion.
Over eight hundread thousand mortgages,
Double the car payments,
Tripple tuition,
And end homeland security.
We shut down.
I **** you not we had to do it.
I can scream
I can say spending went to far.
But I wont get recalled
because my aid was furloughed.
Im a ***** an orange *****
Ill kiss vetrens.
Ill find ways to open
the gates I closed.
Im captain of this ship.
And I will fix anything that
Leaks with red tape.
Wait till october.
Because ill show you
who the teorist really are.
I want equality for every
minimum wage worker
in kentucky. I need your vote for
2016. My name Is independemce.
Im the ******* who couldnt
represent a bad fart. Ill blame obama,
Ill fake my death before ever realizing
Ideals make ****** outcomes.
Your family will raise their family.
While my family pinches grapes off
of trees everyone else sweated for.
Ill promise people wine. But im really
just a sour cup of juice. Im your snivelling congressman.
And I had nothing to do with incompliance.
Im just trying to make a point. And I still get paid even
when we pretend.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC
Tired of the same old scenes around here.
Thought hey im gonna explore space.
Introduce Little space dudes to bad habbits
nudie mags and maybe share a beer.
Yeah it'll take some getting use to
anti gravity bars.
Pack up the whiskey and of course the kids
honey cause were moving to mars.
People kinda look at me like my
mind did slip.
just cause im going round collecting cans.
Hell with what else are ya supposed use to
build a spaceship.
I made a few changes it runs of corn whiskey
instead of rocket fuel.
You might think im crazy.
but when my home made rocket takes off
it'll be cool.
Say goodbye kids to your ***** grandfather Bert.
Hey darlin from up here I can see down your shirt.
It's three seconds to lift off people
ya might wanna move your houses as well as cars.
Cause lord knows whats gonna happen.
in my attempt to move to mars.
Its time for lift off crap honey do ya mind lighting
fuse.
Hey kids after this maybe we'll get a reality
show.
I mean if we dont die that would only make the local
news.
The homade rocket ship rattle and shook.
I knew i forgot something I mean it's a minor thing.
Steering wheels are overrated guess I should have got a book.
And as it lifted off into the sky.
I screamed like a little girl.
I forgot I was affraid to fly.
Yes I kinda fell short on my quest to the stars.
cause i crash landed in New Jersy.
Well kids sorry but Atlantic City is probaly
a bit more fun for daddy that is.
So much for moving to Mars.
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 10:22 AM UTC
The world is full of bears and rabbits.
Migrating in caves and starting bad habbits.
If one should eat the others flesh,
would they take on another distress?
For when you crawl inside a stranger's skin
the world seems more or less in sin.
And though your heart may seem more pure
don't make the assumption,
"I'm here to cure."...
The ******** beings in the shade
can't understand why leaves can fade
and whsipering children in the sun
are puzzled by why shadows run.
Look to the west, look to the east,
there waits a grand and splendid feast.
Gaze to the north,
gaze to the south
and let the silence fill your mouth.
We all are children of the green
whose faces will remain unseen.
So try to see a different view
besides what settles just for you.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
Feeding bad habbits with love,
and rotten tree stumps with alcohol mixed ***** and *****
Gasp for air,
breathe in poison,
exhale C^02
and bad dreams.
******* with death
and disillusioned junkies desperate for one last hit.
Fall forward,
catch yourself,
repeat until you have
and reached your destination.
Breeding hope
and sadness until you're not sure what you're hoping for
and what you're sad about.
Sleep alone,
wake up alone,
and spend all day searching
for someone to be alone with.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Why do I put myself in a position to be attached at all?
I have only set myself up to heights I cannot survive the fall.
Why am I the only one trying to break down your walls?
I have only been moving from one connection to the other.
Why can't I be alone, instead of someone's lover?
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
You travel the world
to collect souvenirs.
You sleep and wake
with habbits from
a far away land.
You wish to bring me
but you just can't...
To this journey
i would only be
a part of your collection
a part of strange things.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
You remind me darling, of a dream I once had
I was fishing by the river, with a rod in my hand
From my pocket fell a penny and hid in the grass
and from the fields next door I could hear the children laugh
I closed my eyes and I tipped back my head
Remember when me and Maggie lay together in bed
And the only sound made was the rustling of the sheets
And the cats in the alley fighting out in the street
Maggie told me her sins and I washed them away
Maggie begged me to hold her and like children we played
Unsusre of ourselves or what we should do
I asked for her forgiveness, Maggie said I forgive you
She reminded me of a story I knew
Where the odd behavior or the lunatic and fool
As they danced together in the crimson sunlight
Me and my Maggie hid right out of site
I smile to myself as I remember those days
I remember old habbits and funny old ways
I think of the days when my bones used to work
And my teeth were my own and I had many girls
But these days, my eyes see shorter than they did
And I sometimes think Davey, aint life so ****
The way that person you were feels like an old movie star
And the memories you have of cold nights in your car
Feel so far away but yet they feel so close
And those memories haunt you like a ghost
Until all that’s left is a chair and a rod
And the muddy foot holes in the fields where you trod
And at the end of the day I sit here wasting away
With a rod in my hand throwing penny’s in the lake
Listening to children laugh, to the wind as she blows
Remember thinking will Maggie love me this much when I’m old
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
I thougth you’d give me the chance to write of Love
The kind to brake the habbits that kept the others at bay
I beileve you are someone who could make my rosy thoughts a reality
But you won’t be doing this for me
Was I just something to be soaked up
To bring you up and make you laugh
You can’t understand the way your eyes led me on
I swear I saw it in the way you looked at me
It was like the foot between us was too much to bear
I swore I could feel you holding back
You told me once that we all need affection
But what else do you need?
I thougth you’d give me the chance to write of Love
The kind that would make others jealous
The kind that would make me blush from the inside out
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
Horse
Magic
Skilled rabbit
Pocus
Pizzazz
Lipstick
Bra
Forgetfulness
Habbits
Rambunctious
Pandamonious
For skin
Labels
Misguided heart
Wrong turn taken
Abandoned
Abused
Looked after
Stolen
Virginity
To heaven
Extreme
Behavior swings
Cool
Dude
Out
Can camaflouge
All his feelings
Just so
They don't
Get stolen
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
"alone : whether you like it or not,
alone will be something you'll be quite a lot"
is what Dr. Seuss said.
and I am hanging on a very loose thread.
I am falling.
deep.
it hurts with every breath I take
have you ever loved anyone so much
you wanted to scratch your eyes out
because they are the window to your soul
and you were afraid the person you love
will want to jump out of that window?
simply because they are not bold enough
to take you just the way you are...
with all your nasty habbits
when every look they give you
cuts deeper pain
the kind of pain
not even the rain can...
wash away.
you just want to write everything that ever happened to you on one big pile of papers
and BURN IT
before someone can read it.
BURN IT
because you HAVE TO believe
it will make it better.
until you wake up next morning
seeing nothing changed
and the pain is still the same...
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
I messed up again
Why, I'm just a big flaw
Slowly, degrading in meaning
Losing the 'significant'
Like a word with no definition
It's just me, messing up again
Rolling back to old habbits
Never learning
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
I wanted to be as
important
as that
ashtray
you tend to carry all around the
house,
not just the ash it collects, eventually being
dumped
into
the
trash,
along with all of your other
bad habbits.
I tried to replace that
cigarette
with my
fingers,
but no one will ever be
good enough
to hold your
hand.
The
smoke
is the only thing that has
ever
reached beneath your
rib cages.
Anything else that has
tried
has never ventured back alright.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Old habbits die hard
There are thoughts on my mind
One thing I need to learn
Is the power of control
To lose oneself in someone else
Used to make a lot of sence
I never felt this way before
To be locked out will work no more
I have the key to my own soul
Picked up the pieces on my own
Back in touch with my emotions lately
Faced my fears, no need to save me.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
habbits don't all show through daily
Like a nail biter
Or the drug addict fighter
Unlike the masterbater
Some are shown over time
Like mine
all the betrayals
All the heartbreaks
All the times I sent a (:
When I knew.. It would lead her on
Or all the times
Hopes were built up
When they should have never been
Or thinkin more of me and I
Than of her and they
My habit is to be me
Which is awful as any person can be
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
The crunch of the cans
as you step on the pain,
quietly
Your innocent smile faded,
then crushed as you
become what you thought you’d never be
An image of youth destroyed
with a crash and your
fragile heart broken with it
There’s no going back now,
once you’re in you’re in
Don’t waste it, they say
have fun
but stay safe, don’t be stupid
How? How do I do both?
Visions are shattered like glass
as our hopes
and dreams become drunken
nights of slurred words and
sorried beer regretted like
the sips from a ***** bottle
Mistakes of a night you
enjoyed but the next day
fail to recognise or remember
the person you were. Pretending,
we all are. Sticking together
in this fight of crying and
laughing and confusion of
who we are and why
Intoxicated tears on each
others shoulders
weeping about how it came
to this. This is our age, our life
Streams of liquid which will
make us okay. It’s okay,
right?
Clearness and purity which
we’ll never be, the transparent
glass reveals our souls
without discreet deception
of a stable mind
Some enjoy it, some don’t
But we can never know
Because it’s all a mask
‘I love you’ uttered in
a battered corridor behind
the secrets carried
on our backs. Heavy,
distorted, many memories
and problems of the
mundane mind,
ruined by a screen that
shows nothing but jealousy
and grief but we bathe in it
like the water we drink
At the end of the night
we return to bed and
the room spins
The other liquid will make
us okay
In the day the sun is bright
and some prefer to be alone,
others can’t. The endless
reliance on friends as
families crumble
We follow a rhythm for
guidance, until the song
ends
And then home again.
The smell of smoke clings
bitterly to our clothes like
the habbits we maintain
We try but can’t escape
It. This is youth. Stuck
is what we are. Frozen
in the cold. The warmth
of the home that few of
us have is only comfort.
If we’re not loved it’s not
home so some escape
to anothers and are torn
seeing what’s not theirs
You fail to understand
fail to see
what really lies beneath
the exterior of annoyance
and trouble
Open your eyes
this is dark
We cause trouble because
we are troubled
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
There is a moment in which I inhale,
that makes me feel in control.
I see it burning at the tip
and what I feel is the burning in my throat.
There is not shame or regret that comes to my attention when I exhale.
I feel relieved.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
the world can grow dark when we are weary
and the candle can seem so dim when we won't struggle to see anymore
and that fear that keeps you in your box tighltly locked
its isnt real. well, not all of it anyway
and when you stop and find yourself in a moment
choose what that moment will be
own it form it control it. and the next one and the next
wear yourself a groove to safely traverse you way like a ****** in a dam
break those old habbits record over those old tapes
find new doors or build them and push through in every way
leave behind those that think they own your rights
walk away never looking back.
if they want you they will come find you
fill your heart with a mission
look around and find your passion
be bold
be brave
and never regret the steps you take on your way to your grave
only the ones that you didnt take
because no passion ever lived there.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
I haven't been fine in months
Habbits come easy
But die so hard
By now the seasons have changed
And all my plans rearranged
To fit this one
And I, have been searching for something
And now, that I've found it I'll never let go
I came in out of the cold
You got me out of my clothes
I swear to God I've been waiting for this all my life
The bottles filled to the brim
But now its empty again
I swear to God I've been waiting for this all my life
"I spent forever looking up at the stars till I finally found what I was looking for her eyes"
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
I'm a wild animal...
No matter how much I try
I just can't be tame.
Just when I think I've been broken
I lash out and attack
With violent words and razor fangs
And agony coursing through my veins.
This isn't what I wanted.
I'm trying to fit in and be good,
Why wont my old habbits die?
Why wont my wildness fade away?
Why does it linger inside me like scars?
Why can't I be the person I wish I was?
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
BOSS MANE YOU KNOW THE NAME
FLIGHT-CREIG BITE ME
CATCH YOU SLIPPING ON THEM 4'S
DICE ROLLED, A PERFECT HAND
THE REAL ZACK G
RE-WRITE YOUR MATHEMATICS
MAKING A STAKE IN HISTORY
KNOWN TO ALL MANKIND
DEADLY HABBITS
I KEEP YOU WORKED
THIS LAP FOR ME
THIS LAP MEANS VICTORY
O'LAWD CAN IT BE
A FINE WOMAN NEXT TO ME
DOESNT MATTER WHAT SHE HAS
I MAKE SURE SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS
MAKE SURE SHE GETS WHAT SHE NEEDS
AS LONG AS MY WOMANS HAPPY
ITS GOOD MORNING LOVER
WHATS ON THE MENU?
WHEN MY WIFES PLEASED THEN A MAN CAN SLEEP
ALL REAL G'Z KNOW
A WOMAN GOT WHAT I BREATHE
in the presence of a God
a romantic tragedy
in your name Lord
i sing
i sing i sing i sing
girl whip that work with may
baby momma tear up the streets
tear up the sheets
baby let meh make you sing
make you sing
baby we sing
baby we sing we sing we sing
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC