"ladys" poems
Skating on thin ice my whole life like a figureskater.
First price on sight but the stripes, resembles a broken picture.
A golddigger... Go figure.
Writing straight from my heart so every bar tender. I remember a night in december,
from a walk in the park to a shot in the dark, I wasnt that cleaver.
Pretended to be concious and smart but now the scars on my arms shows that Im a beginner.
Sober for 3 years yet addicted to your liquor.
Sparked my transmitter when ladys slipper fell off after our first dinner,
But I never knew cinderella was a heavy hitter.
Couldnt connect the dots so now im on the ground with seven stars above my head like I got hit with the big dipper.
PTSD...
But **** all the modesty, I just need honesty...
My writtens a blasphemy (blast for me) but I can't be myself anymore like broken prophecy so God,
accept my apology, beacuse there's a monster inside of me that produces sick thoughts like it knew biology.
Some might say im insane but **** my brain, my heart is always by my side. Deranged thoughts but love tells me when its a lie.
So stay in my lane and embrace the fact that we all are going to die or live to busy and miss the heartbeat that takes you to the otherside.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
strawberry frenchfries dipped in chocolate fondue.
cry me an 8 oz cup of water when i step on you with my giant blue shoe.
dance through the forest with gnomes stapled to your shoulders.
hide your foil gum wrappers in manila folders.
left and right. front to back,
oxygen in the atmosphere may lack.
pluto and jupiter intertwine when night falls.
orange and green leather sewn to your ragdoll.
licking the excess frito crumbs from under your fingernails,
eyes pealed to the scenery of wacky inmates in jail.
selfish yellow and blue fish yelling at dr. seuss,
reading books in sunrooms drinking orange juice.
camera flashes and ripped dollar bills,
making chocolate pancakes on top of cherry hills.
hazy eyes drowning into a dream,
winter nights as cold as ben&jerrys; ice cream.
red hand chasing numbers on a clock,
movement of legs turns muscles into rock.
acid drops from black heart clouds falling onto driveways.
little kids on scooters munching on happy meals while saddened by the loss of sunrays.
23 degrees celsius and shine forcing itself through.
ice cream trucks and roadraged humans trying to get through.
bumble bee roads with lines and street signs,
teens boredum, smoking dope, drinking ***** getting fines.
police on the prowl everyday, every night, seeing through lies,
keeping their sight wide-open like a mouth in surprise.
fettuchini alfredo at fancy restaurants.
ice cold water knocked over on a ladys lap.
words missing letters, conversations missing sound.
apples and basketballs losing shape and sense of round.
flat chested skinny ******* slipping through cracks in wooden floors,
obese transexuals getting stuck in between doors.
puzzle pieces glued to the top of a bald head,
veins appear blue but blood is red.
blowing kisses, blowing out candles
cats,dogs,birds wearing sandals.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
I wanted to give you my all
But whats the point if im just gana fall
Thers a side of me you'll probably never know
Maybe its best it we take it slow
Because theres things you leave unsaid
Leading to ******** in my head
Why does everything feel so wrong
**** it ill take a couple of hits from this ****
On weekends ill take a night off with my ladys
Now im all dolled up and suddently im your baby
But when i needed my man you werent around
No time for sorry sssh i dont want to hear a sound
Cuz you keep feeding me these lies
Same old **** like all these other guys
Ever heard you cant play a player
This game is too easy you ****** make me gayer
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
The Lady had him chained
In that white, tile room
Where she'd spent many painful hours
Contemplating her doom
The police didn't even
Have a clue he was missing
The Lady hired a **********
Who drugged him while kissing
The poor dumb *****
As a witness was silenced
She lay dead in the alley way
Her death, it was violent
Now, in the white tile room
He'd been bleeding all the while
The Lady stood outside the door
Wearing a murderous smile
He awoke with a scream
Looked around, saw fingers missing
He remembered fading out
While he and the ***** had been kissing
Realising where he was
His bleeding body began to shake
He knew The Lady was taking revenge
For all his ****** mistakes
Many nights he'd chained her here
Just to hear her scream
But now he was in her place
Like a bad ******* dream
Outside the door he heard a noise
It was a murderous humming
He knew that sound well
It was a chainsaw running
The Lady stepped through the door
Rage on her face
He struggled to get away
But he would lose this race
The Lady revved the chainsaw up
He started to beg
The Lady wouldn't hear it
And off came his leg
Now that white tile room
Wasn't white anymore
Blood, fingers, and body parts
Littered the floor
The Lady slid down the wall
Sat down and took a breath
Now all around her
Was the sight and smell of death
The Lady didn't mind
No, she didn't care
Because in Love and war
All is fair
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
(STRANGE, BUT TRUE)
Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me
but they wont fix me just yet.
I have laughed
when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track.
That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits.
I am down on ******
and I shant quit
ripping them
till I do get buckled.
Grand work the last job was.
I gave the lady
no time to squeal.
How can they catch me now.
I love my work
and want to start again.
You will soon hear of me with
my funny little games.
I saved some of the proper red stuff
in a ginger beer bottle
over the last job
to write with
but it went thick
like glue
and
I cant use it.
Red ink is fit enough I hope
ha. ha.
The next job
I do
I shall clip
the ladys ears
off
and send to the police officers
just for jolly wouldn't you.
Keep this letter back
till I do a bit more work,
then give it out straight.
My knife's so nice and sharp
I want to get to work right away
if I get a chance.
Good Luck.
Yours truly
Jack the Ripper
Dont mind me giving the trade name
PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha
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The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. Part the 1st
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With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
http://www.casebook.org/index.html
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 6:38 AM UTC
In the face of friends and foes
The difference who the hell knows?
I continue with caution
and keen sense
To make sure I strike
with exact precision
I dont play games
or gets kicks from mindless
Tricks
but I do have some dealings
to be dealt
and surely felt
Heads up little "ladys"
the truths trending now
beware to the man who
thinks me invisible
I have a few flips for you
Snake eyes
ace high
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
The man of the hour
He makes you feel happy in that
Hour he makes you feel special he makes you feel loved thats the man of the hour in that hour y he makes love to you you love him in that hour the man of the hour thats
What the ladys called him
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
The little ladys name was ramy she did not eat for 89 days. She would always pick fruit, and think of girls carrying cabbage. She would stand tall and always feel the air of the nearby mountains. She would race with the girls every morning for five days. She would stare into the sunflower, she would touch the wheats, she would zone out into her child hood thoughts. The little lady ramy, was her name. She had a brain malfunction, she would take corn and sway them all the time. She fell into a hypnosis and didnt come out alive. She quivered into a black machine. The lady was now in a dangerous scene. The little children would say hi misses. They would hold their knees. They would run away into the air surprisingly. The little lady would picker. She was a good lady but she forgot to hang up her white sheets. Every evening she would feel the laughs of the five girls. They would sleep orange, they would twirl in delight. The little lady was mesmorized.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
I know of girls
Who are beautiful by themselves, who don't need a boy to tell them or a friend.
They are open, focussed and know how to distinguish.
They are also kind and hard working, full of value, and don't look down at others.
These Ladys don't like to depend , are honourable and with that are humble.
I also know of girls
Who are drunk of themselves,
Too proud to be kind
Who don't support others
Full or empty headed, they all lack empathy
They divide our society into cast ,
And are real épidémies
They are pit for men
None can advise you to be friend with
It's same for Men ,
One can speak of a Curse to mankind Relating to them.
A popular Prayer could be "God free us from this ramping diseases who took flesh to live among us "
But that's not what the Bible teaches Us Christians when she speaks of love , She says
" Do what you want that should be done to you, that summarises the law and the Prophets "
"Love even when there is hatred " otherwise ; In what are you different from the Others
Regarding These I beg God to forgive me for the Wicked words I used to describe Some of us .
Instead, I should pray For Them , even if I am a victim
I SHOULD LET LOVE LEAD
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
Its 44 Miles out of Memphis
I have to go to be her man
My ladys been holding that door open about as long as she can
Here I am just thumbing" O God please help me "
Get me a ride to take back my pride
I need my lady next to me
She called me early this morning told me what was on her mind
She told me she missed me and from now on she could be kind
The demon came in a white powdered form it made a devil out of her
But she was tired and wanted to be thin she stopped eating Im sure
We had this talk before and I fell into her trap
To steal my glass from me and then maybe she thought "I will have enough to be rich and all kinds of demon powder that would never never end"
But she ingested the whole Demon when she ran out she found she didnt even have a friend
How many times have I taken her back to get burned and burned again
Id say lets go to our chuch this Sunday
But shed be on a run
Ill tell you how many chances she has with me and the number isnt one
But like a fool
I thought I could marry her and my love could keep the monkey off her back
But I saw her arm and I almost cried her arm had track after track
Now Im just 42 miles from Memphis ,how should I speak
That powder is her only power
If she has it Ill leave that hour
Im not unpacking my pack
To have my soul devoured
Will she even get through the hour
Well Im at her ghetto door
IM hungry and sore
The fool Im already sure
As she opens the door I turn away
I dont need this or need her
I just wanted her to get back her soul
To once again be pure
She sold my car Ive walked all the way
What does she really want from me ?
She has taken everything material I had
To make a big fool out of me
As I was walking away from knocking on the door
I heard a voice in back of me
"Im so sorry baby come to Fellowship with me"
"Ive been sober 6 weeks with you I can do more"
By now she just made me sick but she passed me her beads
She said you can help me make it all our needs
I guess that I was a fool would she get back with her demon
Did she really want to be with me
So I said Ill give it one more try but I wont unpack
With her head down she whispered please
Im 44 miles from Memphis
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
please baby
be my last
quit
running
crazy ladys
she grabbed
at
me
she ripped
the buttons off
of
my
favorite shirt
she was the first
of
how many loves
how many words my dear
may we call you my dear
we already called you over
we were hoping your hand
on
the
park bench
we will never forget these stotys
you have calmed me in an hour
of
need
there was never an case
of
want
between
me and you
it has always
been need
i need
you
i
love you
car alarms keep going off in my head
why are you stealing from me
we woke up and seen
you running
with
an
boy
with an
flannel shirt
fell back to sleep
dreamed we
hung ourselves with that flannel shirt
we woke up screaming
how many loves
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
quite handsome
with a bouquet
for all the ladys
and some of the men
most are overjoyed
to hear you're
heading to town
chasing away lady winter
especially if they have
no allergy's or memory
of those pyro tendencies
you possess.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC