"kneees" poems
3 reggae doobies sat on a wall.
One of them was seven feet tall.
The second was short, and fat.
De **** was tough, n' carried a gat.
All of a sudden, a doobette walks by.
De tree doobies wanna giv'er a try.
De bluntz lean in a little closer.
Each givea whistle lik a poser.
De female spliff dismisses deir plees.
De doobies cut 'er off n' get on deir kneees.
Dey beg, and dey beg, and dey cry.
But she turns away and says, "nice try".
De doobies jump back, onto deir wall.
Didn't get how she resisted their call.
A new baety walks by, to test their luck.
Hopefully dis spliff will be down to ****
The tall one walks around front.
She waves her hand, shooin' dat blunt.
The fat one takes a shot, talks derty.
Clearly she ain't in da mood to be flirty.
Da gangster ****** roll takes a shot.
Literally, he fuckin' shot 'er bumba clot.
De doobies flee, as the doobette falls.
Dere goes 3 reggae doobies who sat on a wall.
Respect women. You never know when they might save ya life.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
everything ached so bad
and i was so heavy
that i felt that if i stepped down to hard,
my kneees would break
and i would melt
into a puddle of unloved and scarred.
ny chest is achey and tight and cold
but my throat is warm and constricting
around my pleas for help.
what words do come out
are angry and emotional
when i cried it was mostly out of deperation.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
I felt the wind whisper to me, as my mother's tears fell on the earth, unobserved
I heard it say that the clouds are sad too of course, that's why they cry as they could form no words.
I felt the ruin beneath my foot, trying to reach out to me,
I ran my hand along what was left of the monuments and felt their abandonment try to console me,
They said they were beautiful once, but now they stand there, majestically, for they witnessed pain and survived through it when most could not.
There's art in resilience.
I felt the echo of the words, my father once said to me, today, again
"you take care of yourself and do what makes you happy and run if you have to, away from my miseries" I remember having my knee bone crack under the implications of the emotions he left hanging in the air and have them choke me. My heart has been in my throat ever since. No emotion could ever overshadow it. Like a broken deck, I keep hearing the same thing again and again. I'm sorry I could not fix it. I'm sorry for adding more woes to your miseries.
I felt the bitter resignation of the words crossed with black ink, no longer wanted by the poet that carved them. I can still feel them laughing maniacally, talking about their uselessness. I can get the disappointment an arrow feels when it misses the mark. They say there will be a judgment passed on all of us. But why did God give up on me the moment I was born? Why does every church I have ever been to seem to abandon me when I need it most
I felt the sun drain away my energy as I held my sickly brother in my arms, I felt it shrink away in shame because it was trying to **** his illness away instead. I felt things fail one by one as I sat on my kneees there praying. with my knees bruised and my knuckles gone ****** I stood up and decided no one was coming. And there were other ways to harm myself while still healing, find help with no feet approaching. I decided to write honest words, and have them cut my skin brutally with their tenderness.
I don't know when my words became my redemption, I don't know when they became my sin.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
i stand alone
within an open field
surrounded, no civilization in sight
the grass rises to my kneees, all in unison
moving with the wind, leaning in perfect synchronization
the sky is lightly covered
with a warm blend of orange and blue
the wind is steady, keeping my hair aloft
the scene is permanently stained into my
broken mind
i look around, the familiar
scene
the semi-sweet sent, the cool breeze
Your image pushed itself into my mind
broken mind
i know that even through the distance,
You
are in the same field
thinking the same, different, thing
my stomach flashes the familiar flash
the shot of grief
a puzzle completed, yet i cannot find
my last piece
my last piece is with
You
i miss you
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC