"juvy" poems
I'm a flesh addict, sporadic, adrenaline, I love being alive
Feel my muscles pumping blood as I run reckless- overdrive
And I cannot wait for the day, I get to say, I had the strength to survive
Like alliteration of insanity, inside of me, I to I!
But my eyes would be deceived if I said I see life like it's perfect
Like a roller-coaster, going through the motions, twists and turns a better way to word it
Take a seat, and sit with me, maybe then we'll be, like minded
Instead of you, like a lost moose, in the headlights: blind sided
I hate pretending, so, here's my raw aggression
I would take a second, to ******* bash your head in
But I don't wanna get physical, with someone so pitiful
Let's just keep it minimal, and indulge the lyrical
On sighting you I feel ******
Pity, anger, and anguish
Bullied by this *****
A year my senior, having kids
I feel hollow like a steel pipe, hurting like a rough night
I pull my smile too tight, to the point I'm showing pearly whites
My mindset like, dynamite, my rhymes like, to takes lives,
Like a steak knife I'll carve you up
Eat these bullets, desperate lunch!
Now make no mistake
I sharpen dull blades
And I get carried away
****** serial, and maim
Just crunching numbers okay?
Nothing has changed
You're still the same old, same old
Here we go, another bomb falls!
Just an organic robot, blowing off steam
Of flesh and metal, robotic zombie
I see the cogs and the gears but I don't see a spirit
All I see is sheeple living lives like corporate business
Where's the fun in this? Leech the Government
Have a couple kids, and some funding with
A faded side ***** drugs kicking in
Go party hard with all your fake friends
You are not a parent, just a pa for rent
She is not a mother, just another chick
Using all that money to hit another fix
Coz you ain't cool if you ain't staying lit!
And that's just how it is, juvy and pregnant kids
People telling other people that their life's ****
Graffiti tags and spit, violence just a bit
Lost dreams and broken bottles, vanished innocence...
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
i carry around bones from a dug up grave. i hold onto the thorns of burial flowers. i trip on the words scattered from my own séance. pray tell, where do i lay these down to rest, if not inside me?
i seal them in the dark. i seal them shut.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
Me and all my ugly friends
Dressed for a nuclear winter
We hopped the barbed wire fence
And played in the reactor
We burned our shadows on the wall
And played baseball with atoms
God showed us his tentacles
We never knew he had ‘em
The boys in blue were strollin’ by
Their eyes burned us like lasers
Our bodies fell like broken kites
When they triggered the tasers
Long nights spent in juvy hall
Will break a mutant’s spirit
We tried to tell the guards a joke
They didn’t want to hear it
All the pretty kids at school
Had seen us on the news
Mondays are a hell of a day
For dishin’ out the blues
The teachers took their time with us
They made sure not to spoil it
They ripped the wings right off our backs
And flushed them town the toilet
They shoved their logic down our throats
They knew we couldn’t chew it
Spitting up my right to vote
We were cured before we knew it
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
Wail
Whine
And flail
Regale us with your colorful photographic memory
But use discretion, there are children here
We had Schnapps in a spray bottle
At the time I had the most unsightly uni-brow
And they asked us all to define the term "tongue-in-cheek"
We laughed and said, "Never go *** to mouth!"
We got suspended
We decided to pull out the heavy artillery
And painted a giant **** on the side of the school
We needed an auxiliary artist
So we hired an abstract
He spray painted "Get up and go, lay down and die"
Right on the main entrance, so incredibly serupticiously
And in such an irregular manner, as if he put every ounce of his disdain towards that institution of lower learning in every movement
Like Van Gogh in real life live action
The next morning, hot off the press was our act of vandalism
We foiled the plans of the faculty to have a nice school day
They acted perfectly, like it was scripted
Angry, horrified and ashamed
The sound of us patting ourselves on the back was incomparable to anything we've ever felt
Even my incontinent grandmother laughed
But soon all the movers and shakers at city hall demanded the ones guilty were found
They rechecked the security footage again and again
They went through student records
It all lead to us
They picked me up while I lied drunk on top of scraps of nonsensical
writings
I resisted arrest and became a victim of police brutality
Knight sticks slammed into my chest
Tips of pointed boots driven into my stomach
And demeaning verbal abuse to my person
The aftermath was all of us serving six months in juvy
Surrounded by incompetent correction officers
And just waiting for our boys to spring us
If I had a chance to do it all over, I'd do it all again
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
I'm the Ultimate GOD/MAN of Primeval Instincts
I'm the God of Life
I'm the God of Death
I'm the God of Eat
I'm the God of ****
I'm the God of Mate
I'm the God of ***
I'm the God of Hunt
I'm the God of Gather/Collect/Keep Safe
I'm the God of Dreams/NightMARES
I'm the God of Hopes and Desires
I'm the God of Justification/Education
I'm the God of FIRE & WATER & EARTH & AIR
I'm the God of TRUTH, LIBERTY and FRAT_PRANKS
I'm the God the ANCIENTS Need to Re:JUVY
I'm the God of TIME <I'M MORTAL II + I = 3>
I'm the God of ESSENTIALISM
I'm the God of the Dog of WARFAIR!
I'm the God of Impossibility/Improbability
I'm the God of Victims ==>Retribution!
I'm the God of Bullies BEWARE!
I'm A God in my own Lunch-Time
And I'll Be Your God if You Really Need ONE.
(But I'd rather not Be
The Good, Bad, Indifferent HERO
You, yourself, can be in TIME).
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I don't know why my heart stopped when I saw you.
I don't know why I fumbled over my words more than usual.
I asked you twice nearly thrice how you were doing
and tripped into the desk
and shuffled my piles of books onto the desk-
God I was so awkward
but you just smiled and shook your head-
like you did long ago.
You asked me what I was doing
and my brain rocketed to the ends of the earth and back
desperate to find something cute, clever, and witty to say,
I so badly wanted to be interesting-
for you to think I'm interesting-
But somehow the only thing I managed to say was
"nothing"
and you smiled and looked at me with those big,m familiar brown eyes
and I couldn't place how I felt.
I couldn't keep myself from remembering.
I felt so safe in your arms,
wandering the forest
and napping in that boat
at the edge of that lake
while the party raged behind us on land.
I thought it was cool that you had been to juvy
and I'm a sucker for asians
and you didn't mind that I was a loser
and the way you pulled me closer
and burried your face in my neck-
I've only ever wanted to feel safe,
and I felt safe with you.
and today as I fumbled to act normally
I saw that you still didn't care that I was a loser,
and in all your steroid-esque muscle
and thick bag that you had put yourself together
after your third round at Juvy last year.
I don't think I ever liked you,
and you never liked me,
so I don't know what it is I feel
or why I stumbled so,
but I have a small fear inside
that worries this feeling is from seeing
that you are very much different from then,
and I am very much the same.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC