"inbetweeners" poems
A face pastel fresh like spring flowers
i could stare in the face of beauty for hours
through the heat of the day
even if the sky turns gray
i brought an umbrella to keep the showers away
in love we fall,in bliss we stay
together forever like nights turn to day
a never ending love story happily ever afters keep storm clouds away
the glue of togetherness keeps inbetweeners at bay
you and i lovebirds forever at play
pink highlights of sun-kissed hibiscus
I'd give the world not to miss this
candle lights glow as the Rev. presents Mr. ans Mrs.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
I live in the land
Of the inbetweeners.
We are what
The French would call,
Bourgeoisie.
What the ghetto calls,
Bougie.
What the successful calls,
Day dreamers,
And what we call,
The future leaders.
I live in
The land of rebels.
The people who fought against their oppressors
Because they know the truth behind
Social Darwinism;
And the fact of the matter is
That no race
Is a superior race
Because "race"
Is a manmade idea
To justify the injust
Ideas of slavery.
The rebels who ran out of chains
Because they weren't
Supposed to be chained down.
The rebels who walked midnight railroads
To escape the clutches
Of the white man's burden.
The rebels who refused to stand
In one spot
When there were plenty of seats available.
The rebels who refused
to bite their tongues and
The rebels who refused to be spoken over
Because they had
A lot of important stuff to say.
The rebels who dreamt outrageous dreams,
So that the complexion
Of your pigment
Was never a deciding factor
In your life.
The rebels who refused
to follow unlawful laws
Because they were
Law abiding citizens
Only when laws were just.
The rebels who challenged what was superiority,
The rebels who changed the course of history forever.
I live in
The land of the outsiders
Who conform the
Preconceived ideas
To fit them
We roll small blunts
of white paper
Filled with the words
of novels and poetry
And blow through those books
Inhaling every letter
And letting it cling to our lungs
Flowing the grammar
Throughout our bodies.
We stand spittin
Absolute value bars
Rapping elongated equations
Of X equals
Y +/- root Z
Divided by root A
Times the quantity of
B - C.
We stick up
Banks filled with
Material and instruction.
Stealing all the information we can take
And try peicing it together
So that more than words
We have knowledge.
We **********
Our brains,
Pleasing its sapiosexual
******* with
Grammar and arithmetic.
I live in the land
Of the inbetweeners.
The people making history
In their everyday lives.
The revolutionaries
Who fight for even
The smallest of issues.
The individuals who stand out
Amongst a crowd of people
That look just like them.
The inbetweeners,
They who refuse
To subjugate themselves
To society,
But will subjugate society
To themselves.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
The fatal attraction
The moon has for the earth
Drives the inbetweeners
Insane with jealousy
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
Blame is a highly, highly strange thing.
Latching onto anything, it sews itself into the weak, the strong, the inbetweeners.
{Like fire-flies to light. Vice-versa. }
Simply because the world needs a bad guy.
In the same way, we need good hearts.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Sometimes,
My brain doesn’t understand how to get from
Point A to Point B
Without hitting Z, F, G, P
A symbiotic drum
Beating to our heartbeats
Sometimes,
My mind doesn’t know
How to count from one to ten
Without bringing twelve and ninety
To bubble up in between
It is a potion gone wrong in all honesty
I don’t go from being friends to acquaintances
Its all or nothing
Love and hate
Lust and disgust
There is no middle ground
Sometimes,
Thats the problem.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
Some went West
and others went East.
The ones in between
found they liked South the least.
The traitorous winds
carried news from the mouth
of a stranger who wandered
the dreaded South.
They said:
"Glory and war in the West.
Peace and sacrifice in the East.
The North holds freedoms and complex rules.
The South has no time for such duels."
Those of the West,
those of the East,
and the Northern inbetweeners
listened with incredulity.
But the Southerner just repeats:
"Glory and war in the West.
Peace and sacrifice in the East.
The North holds freedoms and complex rules.
The South has no time for such duels."
"If we fight not for glory,
then why fight at all?
War is a necessary evil!"
Those Westerners say, how uncivil.
"Peace cannot yield
without sacrifice.
Someone always has to lose their life!"
Easterners cry full of strife.
"Freedoms are protected
if you follow the rules.
Speech must be regulated, calm, and cool."
Said from those under Northern rule.
But the Southerner repeats like a record loop:
"Glory and war in the West.
Peace and sacrifice in the East.
The North holds freedoms and complex rules.
The South has no time for such duels."
Then the wind finally stopped
spreading its message.
But the lofty seeds that traveled with the wind,
planted themselves in places they've never been.
And they started to grow into something more.
Freedoms and rules.
Peace and sacrifice.
Glory and War.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
it’s too hot and sticky, dude
as when i move my body to do my tapestry
and i fee very very hot
i wish i can lose the sticky sensation
but it could be the chocolate biscuits i ate
it could be how negative i look
because it’s hard to move around when you are hot and sticky
i wish buddha can take the heat away
you see i perform music up there in nirvana
and i could feel hot and i could feel like doing so much
but why can’t i get rid of the heat in my body
my mental illness is getting the better of me
reminding me of the time i drank unlimited cups of tea
i remember when i smoked 120 cigarettes an hour
and to escape the heat i jumped in the shower
for half an hour
i do believe i can see into the future but it’s not something i should announce
like buddha through the city street flow of buses and trains and bicycles
you see it’s very very hot ya see, and the only way to end it is
put a washer over your head
it might make you look like an oldie but who cares
it takes just a few minutes to fall asleep with a cold washer over your body
i believe i can help people from up in nirvana
by sending stories to everyone via the internet
and any idea i have to help the world
i send it to people, and hopefully people can get it to work
i feel like moving my body up and down in and out
yeah, dude i am the coolest dude in the universe
why do old men marry young women, well it could be for money
i doubt it’s for love, mind you they are so rich they ain’t suffering much
ya see it’s hard to feel the heat, it’s hard to move around
i watch adds on TV, where i am sure that the nerd on the inbetweeners is doing a insurance add, cool, man
homer and bart are 2 trouble making dudes
and i am as hot as a pound of drippy bacon
water helps but then people’s discipline burns me right up
and i can’t hide away from the heat in young dude and cool heaven
you see it’s hard to understand why does summer get hot and winter is cold
it could be the food i eat, but i think it’s the universe teasing getting us back on what people do
all i mean is, BE COOL, BUDDY
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC