"hos" poems
the girls had been chattering and laughing in the dining room when suddenly nan, zoey, and madison charged in the room. making everyone stop and look at them. "Alright ******* Madison stood with her arms crossed and an enraged look in her dark brown eyes. "who the **** stole my money???" she questioned. the girls just sat there and looked at her quietly. "okay, none of you broke *** hos want to fess up? you're ballsy enough to take my **** but you're not ballsy enough to stand up to me? i see" Madison shouted. sadness and hostility in her eyes and voice.
"who took Madisons money? i wanna know right now!" Cassie stood up in anger. quickly rushing to Madisons aid. Madison nudged her alittle and rolled her eyes. Cassie folded her arms, mimicking exactly what Madison had been doing. "BROKE *** HOESSSS!" Cassie screamed, pointing at all the girls. Pyper rolled her big blue eyes and flipped her long crimson red hair laughing, "nobody stole your money you idiot, you probably just misplaced it." she laughed, fearlessly looking madison straight in the eyes. which made nan look at pyper very suspiciously as she read her mind. "hold my earrings please." Madison began to put her hair up in a bun. "what is going on in here?" Cordelia stormed in the room with her arms folded. "put your shoes on Madison." Cordelia looked at Madison in confusion. "nothing, Madisons spazing out because she thinks that someone took her money. and now she's getting all 'ghetto' and bent out of shape about it. taking her payless heels off like she's actually going to do something." pyper rolled her eyes and joked, making the rest of the girls laugh aswell. "payless? i only wear chanel." Madison flipped her hair. Nan looked Pyper in the eyes suspiciously, shaking her head from side to side. "i'm going to say this once and once only." cordelia shouted. "i will not have any fighting or steeling in this house. and if anyone is caught fighting or steeling, you will be expelled. it's a big bad world out there girls, up until now you've all lived very sheltered lives and i'd hate to send you out in it to fend for yourselves." Cordelia sighed. pyper got a very sad look in her eyes. "sheltered" she snickered, "right."
Nan looked at pyper sadly, still reading her mind.
"what are you looking at?" Pyper shouted at nan viciously.
"i'm not sure yet." Nan replied curiously.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2)
Dreaming..nigga I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming.. Dreaming..I'm (having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm believing.., (I'm having hope & faith2)..nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, (I'm having hope & faith2)..Yeah..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..Nigga I'm believing, Im (dreaming2)..I'm chasing hope mane,..(I'm chasing my goals & aspirations2)//nigga I'm dreaming, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..Aye..(I'm dreaming3)..dreaming, ***** I'm believing , I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations*3)..(nigga I'm dreaming, my ***** I'm believing*2)..(I'm chasing hope & faith *2)..mane,
I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga, I'm believing, ***** I'm dreaming, ***** (I'm believing2)..(Im dreaming3)..dreaming..,aye..I'm chasing, (my goals & aspirations*3)..
Goals & Aspirations.. Aye
That's what I'm chasing after like a hungry cheetah, I never been a cheater, ***** Imma believer, a true believer, a King Yeah..Aye, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations, &( I'm speeding*2) like,fuck the laws I'm going past the speed limit, **** a stop sign, no braking, I'm in drive ***** Its so hard being patient, but I'm tryna be Aye, no time waiting , no time waisting, none of my days being wasted..Im so wavey..Aye, Yeah I'm getting so faded, so wasted, Lord please forgive me even , tho I smoke alot of **** on a regular basis, that's (my medication2)..& I need it, it helps me from going (crazy2)..,I ain't never had **** partner, I come from nothing, I ain't had alot of money at a point of time in my life , I was so broke my ***** all I ever had was my goals , dreams, & aspirations, Yeah I was dreaming, & believing, I was chasing after hope & faith.., not after no females mane,Aye..
Nobody can't tell me nothing paparazzi better stay away from my face, aye I ain't on that Kanye West **** I ain't selling my soul for a happy meal ***** In happy all ready, God owns me, So I'm investing in my own worth homie, Yeah..I'm building my on corporation..Aye man..
***** I'm dreaming*2),..nigga I'm believing,.. I'm chasing hope & faith mane..I'm chasing my dreams, ***** I'm believing, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations2)..nigga I'm believing,nigga I'm dreaming (Yeah2)..(nigga I'm dreaming*2)
Dreaming..
I ain't chasing after fame, I ain't chasing none of these hos either,..(nigga I'm dreaming2)..nigga I'm believing,..I'm dreaming, I'm chasing (my goals & aspirations3)..nigga
Uhh,Yeah
/This is (only for the Real3)..if you don't know well then now you know nigga/3,..
Aye, if you don't know ***** then pull a chair up & listen, Turn this **** up & listen, Blaze one up, (& listen2), pay attention..This is (Only For The Real2)..Aye
I'm teaching ****** lessons like a teacher ***** I didn't have to go to college to teach ***** but that doesn't mean I can't teach you ***** I was blessed wit this gift from God, thank you so much Heavenly Father, thank you so much Jesus Christ, Ayo we all can learn something from each other, we all sisters & brothers word, Uhh..
Let's come together, let's stand up to this curropted government system, rise up & destroy them..Uhh, Aye I usta be all alone man, so lonely stuck in my room writing hits all day, I been a big factor my ***** man I always been the man, Yeah..Uhh, I ain't conceited either my ***** I'm just saying I'm confident,.. (Yeah nigga*2)..
I just been (chasing my dreams & aspirations2)..I write (masterpieces2) Pablo Picasso type of **** if you don't know well now you know this is (Only For The Real*2)..Aye,..
/Im chasing my goals & aspirations2..(my goals & aspirations2)/*2
(Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now
(Aye, we all on*3..)..now..we all on..now
/Aye it doesn't matter what anybody gotta say about ya, forget a doubter let them hate man, if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it/*2
**** right..my *****
if you dream it see it in yo mind, & believe it, then you can achieve it..for real dawg..Ayr
You can become anything that you want my ***** for real dawg, gotta push yo self, uplift yo self if nobody else will, chase after hope & faith, chase (your goals 2), chase (your dreams2) & your aspirations, don't ever stop ***** Cuhz, (anything you put your mind too you can achieve it,*2) Yeah mane, you can..Uhh
***** I'm dreaming, I'm chasing hope & faith, I'm chasing my goals & aspirations/*3
(Goals & aspirations*3)..aye
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Hey young man, wanna join a frat?
Cool wife beater and a backwards hat?
Come with us, be one of the "bros"
And help us pull some cute little hos.
All you gotta do is follow our rules
Play along and we'll provide the tools.
To be one of the coolest kids here.
Just take a shot and slam a beer.
******* come your way as soon as you join.
All over you like you got loads of coin.
Scoring ******* left and right.
Getting ***** every night.
Frat boy Brad must have forgot since he was drunk.
With this kind of attitude, you'll surely flunk.
But if you don't care about your future, stand up and say:
"I compromised my morals, but it's O.K.!"
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 3:08 PM UTC
you see, i like partying, these celebrities ain't partying, they are popping pills
in the wrong way, you see i have thoughts that athena heals me in my sleep
and sometimes those pills could help, but really dudes paracetaol is good, it's just
that that people want to be so ****** perfect, like, i just woke up from a dream
where an old mate named james taught me all the mistakes i made when i was young
and a bit of mum and dad was thrown into the conversation, when i wasn't paying much attention to what james was actually saying, you see i know i was a crazy mother ******
but that doesn't mean i approve of their partying, but a lot of people don't approve of my partying, but i don't care, athena is helping me, with coke and paracetamol and fluoride
and seroquel and serenace, some people hate partying because they are too old, i just
say, hi, old i am brian and partying is going to community events and dancing by the stage
and i know, that looking and examining this documentary, it shows hos partying can lead
to rotten religion, but i believe in rotten religion i believe if you wanna have *** go ahead and have *** and if you like to party into the night, go ahead, just because you
party doesn't mean you ain't grown up. it just means i like partying and another thing
i am a grown up dude, i loves to party, with coca cola, you see i feel my voices are
trying to make me a fucken moral citizen, what is the hell wrong with partying at community events, my motto is learn about your drug your taking, saying, do you really
want this kinda life that the drug will provide for you and stay with partying with sugar or alcohol and leave illegal drugs alone, paracetamol is a pill you take to release pain
and if you believe it, send spiritual healer athena to you
ATHENA WORKS WONDER, take paracetamoil
let's party at community events
you don't have to look like you party, just say, at least i am out
i don't want to be the kind of old dogie who says no to going out partying
well, i don't think much of nightclubs anymore
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Jeg skal have dig ud af mit system
Men du har sat dig
Som en virus mit immunforsvar ikke kan fjerne
Mine tanker vender tilbage til dig
Hele tiden
Du er virussen
Der ikke vil forsvinde
Og alligevel
Har du ingen intentioner om at blive
Du ved det ikke selv
Men du er virussen der aldrig forsvinder
For jeg fodrer den med opmærksomhed
Hvordan
Kan mine tanker altid være hos dig
Når hele mit system ved
At intet nogensinde har været mere spild af tid
End at dedikerer min tid til dig
Jeg skal have dig ud af mit system
Men du har sat dig
Som hovedpulsåren jeg ville forbløde uden
Som virussen mit immunforsvar ikke kan bekæmpe
Som en opmærksomhedskrævende tanke
Jeg bliver ved med at vende tilbage til
For du er kærligheden jeg aldrig vil glemme
-men det har du allerede
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Have you ever wonder what is at the end of a rainbow. Or do rainbows ever end?
Believing or not believing that would all depend.
The Irish, such as myself have always believed at the end of every rainbow, a little man called a leprechaun awaits protecting his *** of gold.:
If the rest of the world can see UFO's and green little men called aliens, then why is it so hard to believe in a leprechaun and stories our ancestors told .
The magic of the rainbow is it is caused by the sunlight, yet always appears on the opposite side of the sun.
The colors, an array of beauty as it's pattern always has seven.
They say in Ireland if you sit and listen you can sometimes hear the sound of the leprechauns gold coins hitting hos iron pail.
Beware of trying to find him or ask from him his gold because he will never tell .
But there is one thing he will do to make you see his trickery and play you like a fool
He will grant you three wishes but before you know it he will run off to never be seen again because leprechauns live by only the leprechauns Rule,
Some call it a myth some believe it to be true
Me , aw yes I believe in leprechauns and his *** of gold too
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
Der er udstilling på onsdag
Jeg skal huske øl på fredag
Sov hos Emil til torsdag
Sidste udsalg mandag
Jeg kysser ham lørdag
Og mister ham søndag
Og glemmer ham tirsdag
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Oh, no one seeks a partner with a beautiful mind.
It is all beautiful bodies and *****
A girl with no other options seems to be what I'll find,
and it really makes me sick.
I could paint a picture of serenity and love
in a vast and epic view.
I seem to have none of the above
and I want you to have mine too.
Call me bitter.
Call me jealous.
Call me what you will.
None seem to understand what I am getting at,
but hopefully soon you will.
Let me take you back a decade or so.
A young, fat, spotty faced teen
thinks one day he will sometime know
love and *** through another person instead of sticky magazines.
He wastes his time looking for another soul
for years upon years until he is no longer a boy.
His short, wide ***** finally finds a hole
and it brings him great joy.
He thought *** was great hoping to do it again,
although for a while it didn't much to his chagrin.
He caves in and spends money on ill gotten ******
sadly he he gets bored and quickly finds it to be a filthy chore.
At his wits end, suicidal and sad
wanting nothing but a woman's love,
things were looking bad
until something came out of the darkness, an angel from above.
She was young and beautiful,
he could not deny.
The good times were bountiful
and he never told a lie.
He was happy and angst free for around 8 months
but the angel was a traitor and he was a putz.
A drunken ******** with no remorse.
The end had come and run the course.
Call it sad
Call it tragic
Call it what you will
I now understand it
and I hope you do too.
Now he travels this barren sea
of bros and hos and endless stupidity
with no hope, no cares,
no *** and no love.
Wishing he could do something with another
instead of hate.
He needs a new lover.
He needs a new mate.
**** he shouts with a frog in his throat,
"Why can't I be happy while everyone gloats?"
In is defense, life isn't quite fair
to those without muscles and dye in their hair.
And now all he does is silently weep,
listen to Elliott Smith, and shout in his sleep.
Call him an emo
Call him a loser
Call him what you will.
The moral is for you to quit being arrogant and judgmental, slutty and stupid.
There are men and women out there who wish they could.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC
Let your Life be a sacred garden,
planted with genuine, saintly seeds;
properly nurturing your crop daily,
yields blessings for personal needs.
Begin with three rows of peas:
“Peace” of mind, heart and soul,
for it creates a basic foundation
that leaves you healthy and whole.
Next plant four rows of squash:
”Squash” vain gossip, indifference,
grumbling and unwelcome selfishness
to reap real, spiritual brilliance.
Add four generous rows of lettuce:
”Let us” be kind, walk in His Love,
faithful, and patient with each other-
being reflective of the Kingdom above.
Follow with three rows of turnips:
“Turn up” for meetings, service
and to regularly help one another.
Not to do so, would be a disservice.
Finally, plant three rows of thyme:
”Time” for family, friends and others-
seeing that we’re really related through
our humanity, as sisters and brothers.
Sow your seeds often; water with patience;
prune and cultivate them with His goodwill.
By transforming into a master gardener,
the desired results, you’ll… eventually see!
.
.
.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
2 Cor 9:6-7; Hos 10:12; Gal 6:7; Luke 6:38
and the anonymous “Planter’s Guide”.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
lost in a maze of gazes;
lured
to the pool by the sound; Sondheim
sung badly in a nasal twang;
cught in her lace negligee one more time;
we give the old women the benefit
of the doubtful proposition; if granny
wants to get tied
to on the bedpost - yet again;
the gallant refrain from that old song
is remade the kpop way & tuned in to
the drag subculture; everyone u know;
the prostitution used to be better; maybe
there were once better prostitutes, what
I can see is unpleasantly stink eyed; hos
used to have class before they could
switch genders back & forth; that's some
millennial **** the first celebrity I ever
became aware of was Christine Jorgensen, from the newspaper story about a man who had surgery to turn himself into a woman; a patently impossible task; in the picture in the newspaper he had on a bouffant wig & big sequin ***** working as a showgirl in Vegas in its heyday, so she was already well-known; I always thought that bit of trivial information would come in handy one day: never did
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Cakes, cookies, cheese
Oh can I have them please
Burgers, dogs, fries
I can’t live with all these lies
Friends, fakes, foes
Oh what I’d do for some ** hos
Mascara, lipstick, eyeliner
I wish I was in a greasy diner
Short skirts and high heels galore
I’m starting to look like a *****
They say they’re worried of my composure
They are the reason I changed my figure
Skin and bones they say
But they said I was the size of a sleigh
I did this for them to make them happy
But here I am unhappy and former fatty
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
mothers come inside the club w/ their kids to rock;
writing & painting don't matter here;
turning deep w/ skin like stone
the small Russian hearts wet & perfect,
getting busy w/ strangers w/ strange accents;
mothers of Russian origin wearing ********
t-shirts that show off their back tattoos;
leaving the state-soul dancing,
looking prettily at the water by the
window
[eating blonde modern society]
her lips at best running into his smoking arms;
walking on ***** legs filled w/ blind virgins,
sure, found unconscious on the floor
in her year at French dream school w/ her books;
brought home to her brother waiting to **** her
**** caring friends; speaking
freely but wrong; their lives brown secret
met stupid [ ] Gina who wrote graffiti all over
the cool painting;
***** is a genius, he asked for her brain
to smell his story a long
time ago at her birth, her mother
died; [it was a guy's
ode to yellow married music]
drinking at the evil club &
falling for her,
[watching & eating,
mankind turning to
silver, in walked Christ
talking of his origin to the mirror;
reading her flesh, she started getting
****** up in the house
& tore off her *******
like a Latina, [straight up ** (no connection)]
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Ayee..Uhh..(Fuck a hater let em hate, aye*7)..Fuck em let em hate, **** em..(let em*2)..hate **** em let em hate..Fuck em (let em2)..(hate2)..(fuck a hater2)...let em hate, Aye..Fuck a hater let em (hate2)..Fuck em..
(Let em*)..hate Aye..
/(let em3)..hate/2
(Let em5).., you gotta (let em4)..hate, (let em*9)..(hate 2).., Aye don't have any worries of what they gotta say..(Fuck em2)..let em (hate2)..Aye..,(Fuck a hater, let em hate,aye6)..Fuck a hater (let em*5), hate Yeah , you gotta let em hate, **** em anyway, Aye..(let em 7)..hate.. Don't have any worries of what they say..(Fuck a hater just let em hate4)..Fuck a hater, (let em*5)..hate, let em hate..Aye
Let em hate, get yo cake, stack it up Yeah mane, Do what ever your spirit desires, don't worry about a hater **** hater..(let em hate*2)..Aye Young Ston, look at me, I'm trying my very best..Yeah I'm making so many **** sacirfices to influence love forget hate..(fuck a hater, let em,aye*2)..Yeah , I do cuss alot in my songs, dawg I'm just letting all of my angry, sadness, & my depression, go yo, **** the kids still need to listen to this still, I'll make a cleaner version for the album soon man called Living Legend.., Imma living legend Yeah mane, Like Christian Rich said man, Only Real music is gonna last all that other ******** is here, today & gone tomorrow mane,Aye..(,fuck a hater, let em hate,Aye*2)..Im too real to be doing what all of these other fake ***** *** rappers doing mane, They some gangstalicious head *** buster niggas..Aye
Forget joining thee Occult, Noo, I won't change my faith for gaining fame my ***** Imma still accumulate billions tho dawg, Yeah man, Aye & Imma split that **** up wit my family equally, Yeah we all equal mane.. OFTR, is a family business, Yeah its (only for the Real*2)..man ..yeah only real ****** , involved in it yeah Aye..
The industry will test yo character, but you can't let Satan destroy you, forget em, Yeah..(Fuck a hater2)..(Let em3)..hate, Yeah Uhh..OFTR
We came from the underground & took over Mainstream, Imma lethal weapon my ***** , you rather be with me, Aye me & my brothers stayed going....
Now all we burn up is Dat strong mane,..Noo these hos can't handle it, Noo none of these hoes can handle me, ***** I'm too strong, even tho I'm skinny, I go in lil mama hard..yeah I go in her long,..Aye but this ain't that type of song my ***** This is Only to inspire my brothers & my sisters Yeah..Let's turn Section 8 into Blacc Hollywood mane.., Uhh Yeah, Aye..
**** a hater let em hate..hate..Fuck em..(let em*4)..hate..
**** em..(let em2)..(hate2)..Aye **** a hater..(let em*4)..hate
/(let em3)...hate../3..Aye
**** em..
Let em hate, Aye
**** a hater, Let em hate,aye*2)
/..yeah..(let em3),..hate/3
Yeah
Aye don't worry my ***** because (there will always better days*2)..Uhh, your worse day ain't your worses of days & it ain't probably gonna be yo last , so just stay strong, keep your head up & keep moving on **** a hater, Let em hate dawg..Uhh, Yeah..Young Ston..
**** a hater, let em hate*3)..Aye
**** a hater, Let em hate Aye..
**** a hater2)..(Let em hate2)
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
Blå og gule kameler ryger tjære på mig.
Er immun, selvom røgen brænder i min mund, når du presser den ned med din tunge.
Mærker ikke noget i mave eller lunger, tænker på hænderne og ham der den anden.
Du euforiserer dig selv når du kysser mig, af hash og af kærlighed.
Jeg kan ikke sige nej når dine læber presser på,
men hjertet er et andet sted, hos ham den anden
Kamelerne forfølger mig, store plamager af nikotin på vægge, døre og veje
Og trangen til at gøre det forbi bliver stor.
Men hold kæft hvor jeg elsker
Det kick det giver mig at spille
På flere heste
Jeg er en player, en kamel luder og en euforiseret sucker
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
You must relish every moment of life
Because someday you will wither and die
You have no choice: stay alive or be dead
This is the life and these are its acts
And you are helpless in the matter of fact
You must take all that life's giving to you
Perhaps tomorrow you'll be dead in your room
So let's do this and I don't want to hear
That you have no interest in ******* with me
'Cos I know that hos love to take a deep breath
To give a ******* without any disgrace
So all what I want to advise in these rhymes
Is "just have a **** and life would be nice"
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
De gik ind sammen. Han betalte hendes billet - selvfølgelig. Han sagde ikke noget, for det gjorde *** heller ikke. Han viste vej, og gik ned i den bagerste del af bussen. Han satte sig inderst i håb om, at *** ville sætte sig ved hans side. Det gjorde *** ikke. *** satte sig i den anden side af bussen...
Få minutters stilhed fik hende til, at skifte mening, så *** satte sig hos ham. De sagde ikke noget, men alle i bussen kunne høre deres skænderi. Klokken havde lige slået 23.23, og de kørte to forskellige veje, i en og samme bus.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Play ball.
Bathroom stalls.
Cotton candy.
Randy Jackson.
Action films, comedies, and romances.
Shopping malls.
Blue ***** and hot chicks.
**** itch.
Shop lift.
Pockets full of chocolates.
A rock in my pocket reminds to think.
I hate when my clothes shrink.
Smoke rings.
Chinese Yo Yos.
** Hos and a slurpee.
7 11, stopped for munchies and im thirsty.
Working overtime.
Overworking me.
The herbal remedy has my mind fried.
Blind sided.
Hindsight is 20/20.
Im lazy.
The shades are pulled down.
Its hazy.
Inactive.
Let me roll this blunt in the back seat of this cadillac.
Two P, pass that.
Im not looking to die.
Im looking for life after death.
Aftermath.
Nothing left.
Blasted, not bombs.
Its my head and my chest.
Its the sess.
On my finger tips and on my breath.
I exhale clouds of wickedness.
Cleanse the soul.
Refresh.
Impress the judges to sway their interests.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 12:51 AM UTC
Jeg bad dig om at blive
Og det gjorde du skam også
Men kun som sølle spor på min krop
Duften af lædersæderne i din Mercedes ligger som streger af ******
under min næse, og påvirker mig ligeså
Din vrede har bosat sig under mine negle
Skoven du boede ved, har efterladt grene i mine luftveje
Og sprækkerne på mine læber er den tvivl der opstod hos dig, da du forlod mig
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
*wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.*
money is a means to buy things that make you happy when my grandma gave me twenty I said **** ya and she slapped me now Im workin for some currency and right now I am currently in debt a couple thousand and my parents keep on worrying but I know that I'm capable to escape this hole and make a boat and sail away, Ima stop punchin lines like JayLeno my paychecks and timesheets are worthless when I die, so Ima **** the system quit my job and live my life, ya **** the system
*wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.*
twenty years wasted? I don't think so, but did I do anything? I don't think so but this last week I thought deep like Alaskan fisherman watching their lines my rhymes and flow are cold like hos in the middle of palm springs, so frosty, no dirt on my shoulder, I wish somebody told me it hurts gettin older....
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
for blot få timer
siden dansede vi rundt
på bare fødder i vores
egen glædesrus
og følte os
hjemme hos
hinanden
alle sammen
alle 8 og
alt hvad der
hed kaotisk travlhed
og stress symptomer var
druknet
i afslappethed og glæden
ved at være
en smule rødvins-hovedpine
men hvad var det
når livet var så godt
og nu sidder jeg her og kan ikke
længere tælle til 8
men kun til 1 og det hele
er så tomt og stille
og spredt for alle
vinde
og selvom jeg har prøvet
det 10 gange
de sidste 7 år
så vænner jeg mig aldrig
til det med at sige
farvel og slippe det
så jeg lukker
øjnene
og tænker at hvis jeg bare presser
øjnene sammen længe nok
og tror nok på det så
er jeg ikke alene når
jeg åbner øjnene igen
men som så mange
gange før
bliver jeg skuffet
og så er det
at det går op for mig at
sommeren kommer
hurtigt
og den tager minderne
og nye oplevelser med
og vi vil skabe
ligeså værdifulde minder
om kaffe i solskin og cigaretter
på terassen i morgendis
så mens
jeg venter vil jeg lukke
øjnene og smile ved hvert et ord
og hvert et minde
se hver en bevægelse og høre
hver en stemme for mig og drikke
min mandags kaffe og
smile et smil der
oplyses af pulverstjerner
på himlen
og vide
at næste gang jeg lukker mine øjne
på en stille søndag nat
er jeg ikke alene når jeg åbner dem igen
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
as i sit here wondering what could be wrote
on dayz like trees sometimes i need a ****
of the chronic and ill tell you no ****
but ill go bezerk if the ***** didnt save me a hit.
cause thats just ****** and i wont lie,
scandelous hos and scandelous jive.
now time to move on to my main event
had to cop a new bag last one was spent.
ppl always ask cause they wanna know,
why i only smoke **** and **** the blo?
thats easy to answer yes indeed, cause i wrote all this **** high on ****
you could get cracked out or even take a trip,
your flies off a bridge and does a flip.
not me , i was smart enough to get high at home you see .
i cant remember where this is going, could someone tell me? lol enjoy.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
God can convert my valley of trouble
into an unstoppable gateway of Hope!
With gladness and joy, I still know
that He gives me strength to cope…
with the issues of the current day.
By the grace of God, I’ve been saved;
therefore, I’ve been set free from
the sin that draws me to the grave
and claims my interim, dust covering.
Quenching the dryness of my existence,
Christ’s grace allowed me to succumb
to the pressure of Faith’s insistence.
My heart was pierced with His Truth,
causing my spirit to gain its sight;
now I’m eternally grateful with joy,
having been brought His direct Light!
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Hos 2:15; John 3:16-17; Jer 29:11-13
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Warning! This poem contains foul language and the subject matter is intended for those who share my warped sense of humor (or humour for my European friends). If you are easily offended or devoutly religious, you should probably skip this one. That said, my apologies to Dr. Seuss.
And all the Hos knew there
was something quite odd
about this strange little
self-professed servant
of God
Father Xmas
Every ** down in Hoville
liked ******* a lot
but the Priest who lived
just north of Hoville did not
The Priest hated *******
(at least with the women)
He much preferred cute
little boys for his sinnin'
Why he was so nasty
and hateful and sly
I guess no one really
could understand why
Some said he was born
with only one ball
Some said that his shorts
were two sizes too small
But whatever the reason
his shorts or his *****
He hated the Hos
both the tall and the small
'When the clocks strike eleven
I know just what they’ll do
They will take off their clothes
and commence a ** screw'
'And they’ll ***** and they’ll *****
till their screwers are sore
Then they’ll all take a break
and start ******** some more'
And the more the Priest thought
of the Hos and their ********
the more the priest thought
'they must stop what they're doing'
'I could call the police
Have them taken to jail'
But the Hos knew good lawyers
and would quickly make bail
'Then they’d all wander home
and resume the ** *******
They’d resume the ** hand jobs
They’d resume the ** sucking'
Then he threw up his hands
and said 'Oh what the Hell!
If I fancied ***** I’d be
******** as well'
So the Priest left the Hos
to their ****** ploys
and he climbed into bed
with two altar boys.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC