"lastest" poems
They said she was a strange girl
The odd one out in any group
Dressed in black, like a vampire
So they threw stones at her
She liked to listen to Heavy Rock
While they listened to the lastest Pop
Spat at her, rubbed things in her hair
Called her bad names and dragged her down
She excelled at school. she did her best
She was always the top of her class
Still they would make her life a misery
Tears would stain her black eye liner
Her parents found her, hanging in her room
With a note telling of the sadness of her life
Those that caused it, they never cared
Over the death of a poor strange girl
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 5:16 PM UTC
i will become extinct now
because the cows that i love
to eat and drink will have
no more grass to mow
leaving machine processed
foods for nourishment. eliminating
the use of my four-thousand dollar
orthodontic pretty white pearls and
find worth in the five-thousand
dollar allo-derm gum implants.
i will become extinct now as
my forty-year-old digestive
system in which has been pumping
iron exercises three times a day
testing it’s strength with an
8 ounce filet mignon will have
no use any longer so long
to my habitual adult grape
juice for the vines will have
no place to grow. soon they’ll be
powderized. they’ll capsulize my merlot.
i will become extinct now as
the sun sets but only
because it’s manufactured
like pirates of the caribbean
ride you don’t know you’re
inside. fake flames. fake heat.
fake sunsets which provoke my
deepest feelings. artificial now
emotions controlled to it’s
purest form snowboarding
on snoopy sno-cone creations.
replacing our creator with the
lastest inventions. i will
become extinct now.
for i cannot live this way
because my heart is real.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
I am alone here,
in the insanity that is my mind,
in the storm of thought that beat blindness into my eyes,
for you never really know, what there is to see,
All the sudden,
my voice runs dry,
like a lone wolf in the night, who has forgotten how to cry,
and there is no one here to dry these tears,
but myself,
and I have forgotten how my hands work,
yet I sit here and write,
curious in the making I do say,
How do we know what to believe,
for it seems honesty isn't the lastest fashion,
people would rather persuade you with useless distractions,
cycling you to believe what you hear,
never seeing whats really there..
I do say,
I am alone here,
with only this pen,
some paper,
and newborn tears.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
Born in the RS of A
On a virtual July day
Lastest of 5
Sent to the human pound age 3
Secured a shelf with a window
Glazed outwardly, felt like eternal
Began school in a painted corner
Sealed in with stars
I gradually grew
No sync., no link
To sibling warriors
Alone in 'me own home'
Through dance .. Mimicked purpose
Through fairytales...
conquered romance
Through romance .. Scored pain
Through words ... Felt rain
Hit middle years
Tapped into random courage
Left the partner scrummage
Process delayed
When a car crash, thee swayed
An old spirit I met
Who with rehab ,my soul kept
The scene rolled
My divorce license was polled
Pages turned
Characters learned
Scripts were scrolled
And onwards burnt ...
( my humble beginnings at RAP)
What do you think
To be continued .....
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
this girl I know
is always sick and
always wants to talk
about it to the point that
everybody else
is sick of her
she says her hormones
are a mess
she can’t lose weight
she’s under too
much pressure
yet she’d drink you
clean under the table
she has these
minor cancer scares
and is convinced
she’s bound to get it
she’s often returned
from the doctors
disappointed
to get the all clear
of course the swine flu
didn’t stand a chance
of passing her by
last I heard
she was holed up in bed
with a bottle of wine and 200 marlboro lights
broadcasting her
lastest ailment
via twitter
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
*It's like we just push on with it further
And we never even bother
Yet all we do is just hurt each other
We say goodbye like we mean it
But turn back in less than a minute
Bring it up and embrace not the thought
Say we should break up and doing it not
It's a winter whose snow feels hot
I like the way we move on,back to this very spot
Back into each others welcoming arms
Feeling the impact of each others breathing lungs
And our hearts beating neath our chests
It's clear we only break up into love
Maybe hurting some more's what we deserve
To realize that it won't work, it scares me to admit
"It's over" but I cannot tell you when we meet
All I say is let's do it again one more time
And all you say is I should write you one more rhyme
The question is when will it be the "lastest" my friend
When we cannot bear to abide to the end*
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
His bright, white haze had always held him trapped,
Kept him blinded in hallowed embraces,
Scarcely breathing, trying stiff to adapt,
Teasing him with glimpses of tabooed places.
He lusted for freedom from perfection,
To fly vaguely in dangerous waters,
Incessantly gaining disaffection,
For the lastest fictions he had uttered.
Another offered a chance at freedom,
Skeptical of the darkness surrounding,
Clouded mind knowing that accepting him,
Results in a contract always binding.
Exhausted of sacred blessings he turned,
From angel’s love and in Tartarus burned.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
When a poem isn’t a poem?
When the contents remain in my journals
Next to my lastest book 50 Shades of Grey
Unread, untouched, in need of a good editor my anthology
Each page form an ear, each smudge!
Weaken a page, chilling and aging
Egging not to be published
One small scented four leaf clover
Developed a teak of grease between a page
These are my stories
Of confession and addictions
Dead birds smothered in gravy
Dead men who never said I am sorry
Ladies who worried about their inner strength”
With each title; with each unbridled/biblical tones
My penmanship, your hidden poems
Through strength I brought forth in my journals
Hidden! Suffocated! an anthology
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
I will never ask you not to have *** for money,
clothes,
cosmetics and cars. Keep f#cking and *******
every D# you see, continue jumping from one
man
to the other.
keep the names of all the hotels you've slept in
your memory, protea hotel, sheraton hotel e.t.c.
When the total number of men you have had ***
with is more than your age,i.e you are 25yrs,and
you have had *** with 30 different men.
you can go ahead doing all those ******* of D#
because you want
to be latest and happening babe in town, you
want to use the latest mobile phones or you
want to wear the lastest clothes in vogue. Its
none of my business and I have no issue with
what you are
doing.
But the only issue I will be having with you is
when you dear open your mouth and say a man
should love you for who you are (probably when
you are moving close to your
expired period).I.e when you have shared all your
body to different men and you have notin let
again
I believe any man who will marry you must have
done something crazy or terrible in the past to
have get hooked with you.
You might even start
warming yourself up by going to church now
bcos you hv lost your womb in the process after
you must
have aborted so many babies, and you are
obviously looking for a miracle to happen...
Until you look into your future, you will never
realize the consequences of your presence
actions..
Am expecting some ladies to hate me now
because the
TRUTH is bitter
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Those waving the banner of Democracy
Are those most duped
By the true shot callers
Whining about their trivial matters
Their minor inconveniences
Swallowing the lastest distractions
Shoved down their throats
By the powers that be
Regurgitations of that same old shtick
They were told to say
Like. . "Fighting for our freedom"
Or. . " If you don't vote you can't complain"
A ballot pull for an elected leader
Is as effective as thoughts and prayers
for some senseless tragedy
They wouldn't otherwise
lift a finger
to do anything about.
Both are just
Self-serving gratitudes
To stroke your delusions
One big circus circle ****
I have no interest in participating
I don't pick the clowns
I don't buy their stories
But I can still watch them dance
As the empire crumbles.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
I squeeze the last of the toothpaste,
well within my rights to be confounded
where does the time go ?
Only last night my paracetamols
where within a month of expiry.
The crux of the matter
office space is a premium
the lastest snag is hot desking,
early starts for the morning-
tired, tired so unnaturally.
I never seem to get the shopping properly done,
too preoccupied winding down for bed,
a cycle is emerging
my long life milk needs replacing.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC