"laters" poems
I'm too despressed to notice I'm stressed out
Suppressed emotions inside, shouldn't let out
Seeing is believing but what I see isn't real
I am forced to accept these "realities" and ignore the way I feel
I don't mean to sadden, entertain, bore, or aggravate,
For a decade I find that this is how I communicate
The only way I can precisely speak out on the unhealthy pleasures
As the chemicals of my brain, they fornicate
These levels of relationships aren't supposed to be
It'll **** me sometime later, look at how it has ruined my personality
Seeing is believing, but you won't believe what I see
How can I act 'normal' when you won't acknowledge I can't do 'human being'
My animalistic compulsions are fuelled by my failing brain functions
Don't get too close cause I'll try to bite, I sympathise for your flesh when I malfuntion
Don't be scared, I'm not canibalistic, I just like to use my teeth
Humans scare me, I must defend myself, uh, I mean, to smile and eat
I'm not afraid to say it, but I'm scared when I'm saying it, I have to say
I have been observing your mundane human actions, I really don't want to be put away
I always feel foreign, alienated, out-of-place
But because I'm "considerate," I have to bite my tongue to save me some face
I'm too stressed out to notice that I'm depressed
Wanting mental soundessnes, yes, peace, my hallucinations don't give me rest
My taughts speed down their highway, my delusions are always a-fest
They inflict beneath my exterior, but for the public eye, I wear a crest
"I wear my skin well, don't you think?" I lie, becuase it ill-fits
I am totally normal, "I'm fine." Can't change the fact I'm a misfit.
The beams that bear my bag of meat rust and thus begin to weaken
The lethal sagging's caused by the mental luggage, I'm not heard, even though I'm speaking
Many persons think that I'm overly paranoid, I must admit, that I am
You would be the same way too, if about your health, no one ever gives a ****
Help doesn't come, because their 'laters' always becomes 'nevers'
I am not that superhuman, can't keep myself together, forever
They claim that they would help me, some way, somehow, but their actions never initiate
Someday, sometime, it would all be over, through a thorough death physical or mental
Oh yes, I'm still believing, you can't accuse me of not having faith.
I look forward to my healing, but all the while, my brain chemicals fornicate.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
I look with worried eyes, at social Vines, of flashing lights and a lack of rights.
Human compassion is lacking where it needs to be.
Hate feeds off of hate,
but if thats all it takes,
then **love should come so easily.**
Bashing in windows.
Spraying with mace.
Choking to death.
Eliminating race.
Classes are gone,
So classless mistakes,
are now made daily
at the hastiest rate.
We’re starving and hungry for the tastiest taste,
of what has become the most delicious
most suspicious,
vicious,
fishy,
repetitious,
superstitious,
vision named freedom.
It's naive to think we’re free when all that we see,
is a sea of beings not being one thing,
and that’s free.
When was the last time you felt it?
And we’ve been given a life long song and dance of "whoever smelt it dealt it".
So if you took the feeling of now and held it,
bottled it up and shelved it,
you would open up to find your mind in decline.
This moment was better
while laters behind.
Thats the path that we’re on
but we have control.
We’re not egos and clothes,
we’re people of souls
We're humans of thought
Not students of hate.
Evil got a head start,
but now truth is in the race.
And if truth is in your face,
and you choose to look away,
then get used to the abuse
and not confused at truce-less fates.
The pre action of action is thinking to act.
I'm thinking that actually we’re ready to snap.
They’ve bent us too far,
for us to go back.
The past is a place where patterns attack.
And people are put
no matter the facts.
Police are afoot
demanding the last,
of freedoms they take them,
and **** them with gas.
A historical scene on Kentucky blue grass
these colors don't bleed,
yet we see they fade fast.
We’ve exceed the need,
to keep things intact.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
weird standing raw in my mouth
Adding up sugar, a taste unknown
Fresh From the garden
The hungry teeth bite
A better through to the pan laters
Down to soup now tasty
Thanks to the heat; we'll made soft
Sweetness bettered after salt
Why not plant salt in tomato seeds
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
sip on this game direct from the tree of knowledge
im trapping in the forest; nocturnal like that owl,
im that black panther, ninja on the prowl
highly melenated, ALL BLACK, no darth vader
highly medicated, NO SNACKs, or now and laters...
never chasing paper nor running for the mayor, haters looking for a savior
its clear they don't love their self
I'M riches in my health, stash crystals in my wealth
if your calcified then you don't feel me like felt
you buckle under pressure why purchase cheap belts?
call me Mr wizard as i place you beneath my spell
unlimited vigor feather light on the scale!
even if i were brail, still no one could touch me.
if life WERE a ***** i bet she'd bee UGLY
non the less that phrase stands uncorrect
13 LOVE 13 Raspect.....
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Carnitas on the pit
Oranges searing as they hit the grill
Carne asada marinating
Waiting to be sampled
Coronas add lime
A **** shot of jacks
Laughing kids running around
Saturday morning was meant
For memories like this
Searing their own grill marks on our brains
Trampoline backflips into pools
Picking a lemon off the tree
Charcoal growing white
Familiar goodbyes and laters
Maybe another time joy will reach
This house that never seems to smile
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Life is like a box of chocolates.
I didn't know I would get
a brown eyed beauty
with a nice lil' *****
and she's cool see,
she been on her own vibes since
before the age of 5,
then we vibed.
now we live.
she decided I was her guy,
I decided to pursue this fly
cutie with a 'tude like, "shoot me,
she
has me hooked like a tuna at sea,
tamed me like a tiger and oh so lovely!"
Now I got 5 on it
thinkin' 'bout doublin' down
she wavin other girlies like,
"bye haters,
see ya laters
Im wit my man right now, bout to get"
XxXxXxXXxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXXxxXX
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
She's the kind of girl you fall in love with
and have no clue why
before you know it
a day without her seems unbearable
and you'll find yourself saying "I think i love you"
You'll find yourself in auto pilot driving to her house
at 4 a.m
feelings you never thought was possible surfaces
then suddenly
things wont "Aren't working out"
your bones will ache
even months laters when someone says her name
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
K, so here’s the deal,
English will change,
Goi!
Gr8 eh?
Lol.
B4u know it, all changed.
Fyi some call it Textese or SMS Language.
But through will become thru
And though of course tho
Anyway.
Goi.
K so this poem might not trend,
But I’m way ahead of my time,
That’s my Msg.
N2u tho that may b.
That things must change,
That is.
8 it don’t u?
Such g9.
Scary Tbh.
4 me and 4u.
(Bm&y;).
(I prefer you as yu it's tru).
Just Gfi is wot I say.
Even when Prw!
Somy?
Sotmg.
Soz
Laters – Sbtsbc.
Ttfn and bfn.
Say.
Sit my friend.
Paul Butters
© PB 13\8\2015.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
I can measure my life
in lists of things I
meant to do.
The bullets, the stars.
numbers, arrows.
Musts, maybes and
Laters.
All there in
the wobbly print
of my 9 year old
boy scrawl.
If I circled it
did it first,
Will this guarantee a
different fork?
Wil walk down
my to-do, to
Prosperity
If I accomplished
it all?
or
would I start
a new way
perhaps tattooed on
my arm
would I start , then
cllecting boxes
of regrets?
Every lists is
a promise I pretend
to make for
myself.
my Beautiful
False Paper Trail
for a productive life
assuredly.
not the one
that I lead,
At all.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
A look can tell you a lot of things.
Between lover and haters... or even those maybe laters
Suffocate or dislocate, procreate or...
Not.
Is life really that simple?
The literal hammer-time or a coke with lime
Friendly fire or boy for hire to do your...
Dishes.
Not complicated at all.
Can we really look into the eyes of our lover and see all that we wish to happen?
Or is it a simple diversion, conversion into...
Nothingness.
I tend to see it simply.
I care about you, we like to **** and otherwise **** on...
Lollipops.
Take out of it what you will, but I’m not going to change or leave
I like it here, hunting deer, and smelling fear in
Love.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 3:52 AM UTC
Nothing has ever felt the way you do.
Your skin, your smile, the loss of color in your
cheeks, the redness around those beautiful,
dark lashes after you've cried.
The way you make my mind drop all of its
useless content at the sight of your eyes.
The perfect beat of your heart when I lay my head on your chest, your scent.
Your limp skinny fingers, they're more than just flesh,
and bones. They're more than just you, and us.
Your mind and the way it works.
Your lips, your back, your legs, your soul.
I'm so in love with it all.
When I hold you, I feel as if I am lost in a dream,
Nothing feels more unrealistic than you.
Nothing feels worse than the pain, the worry,
the sadness that crawls slow and horrifically,
into my mind, my body, my soul when you hurt.
I wish I could carry it all away from you.
You are the last rose petal, and the saddest sun set.
And goodbyes with you, and 'see you laters'
are more than just phrases to me.
They're gashes, they're ghosts, they are leeches
that **** out your blood, and fire that burns.
And yes, it pains me to watch you go.
'Cause each step, and each mile you take, my heart
goes with you.
And your soul is more than just another metaphor.
Like all of them have been before.
Because nothing can ever, has ever, will ever
compare to you.
k.y
© 2015 karina y
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Pulsing with a simple poison,
Drowsy with a common sin
Laughing running wanting touch
a boys skin,
a slight rush.
Today Now is all I hear
Tomorrow is laters fear
I reach for yet another sip
As I caress his upper lip
My best friend is now gone
As my desires are one way pawns.
Seduction becomes control
Nothing can stop us bet El Sol,
As fun as the night will be
Our bodies swaying to Bob Marley
I regret losing you
Friendship is what friends will do
Awkwardness now fills the silence
sober touch now makes him tense.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
I want you for my own
I want you in every way and sense
For every reason known to mankind
From the first I saw you, I've wanted you every second since.
I want you in heaven and
I'll want you in hell
I want you on earth
And in every galaxy as well.
I want you in my blood
Running through my veins
I want you in every neuron that
Goes to and from my brain.
I want you.
I want every smile and every frown
I want you.
From the highest hair on your head down.
I want every emotion you'll ever feel
I want every breath you'll ever take
I want every beat of your heart
I want every night you sleep and morning you wake.
I want the good, the bad, and the ugly of you
I want the laughs, the hurt, the anger
I'm possessive of every bit of your life
I want your befores, nows, and laters.
I want every atom and molecule you're made of
I want the entirety of your soul
I want every and anything you'll ever think of
I'll want far past when you're gray and old.
This is the way I want you
So badly it tears me into two
But I'll never say it like this, instead
I'll say, "I love you."
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Striking like lightning
Powering like fire
My body screeches for help
What is it yelling for?
Advil?
Aleve?
It doesn’t work
I hope the pain will be washed away like
sand washes from my feet into the ocean
Holding on to dear life
Speechless
Three hours laters later
It’s like i’m resurrected
That pain, the screaming of my weary body.
I forgot that I was having a child
I’m not ready for this
Or maybe I am, when I awake I gazed at a beautiful princess
I am reminded of growing up and a childhood of so much fun.
I am relieved.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Anticipation, a frozen breath upon the wind.
Endings beginning where beginning's end.
I am captured in waiting.
Time marches on trading all of our nows for laters.
Deliberate and debate, I delay.
I am captured in waiting.
Vacant visage I sleep away seeking morning’s light.
The next day and still the next, always.
I am captured in waiting.
I am still in waiting.
I am in waiting.
I am waiting.
I’m waiting.
Waiting.
Wait.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
It was the night of the thundersnow,
Meteorological harpie normally reserved for our northern brethren.
She stood grimly at the window,
In wait for a dawn which would not come
Save for the odd light, the incongruous rumbling,
Mock forbearer of those easy languid evenings of August.
She'd made some noise approximating a sigh,
Then returned to undress,
I hurriedly unlacing my boots, removing my pants,
(My feigned nonchalance a foolish, pitiable thing)
And I remember her ******* as oddly demure,
Her ******* bewitching gumdrops,
The triangle below her waist downy, almost kittenish.
I'd broken her maiden clumsily, eagerly, all unheeding haste.
We'd lain next to each other for a short while afterwards
(The schools already closed for the next day,
Her father recently gone to the boneyard on Ludlow Hill,
She soon to be shuttled off to some spinster aunt in Dillsboro.)
I'd nattered on about summer vacations and thens and laters;
She'd said little, simply studying me with the bemused half-smile
One saves for sad dreamers not intimate with the knowledge
That notions of tomorrow and forever are strictly for suckers,
And as I strolled home come mid-morning,
The sun implacably straddled the sky,
Leaving the sidewalks and shoulders of the road
Completely dry, as if the night before had been a thing
Of perhaps-only, of dreams and tales for a later time.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Good byes are the hardest.
Not see you laters
or catch ya next time
Real good byes.
High school good byes
College
Moving
Weddings
Death.
They're hard.
Not because you'll never see that person again.
Although that is rough.
Knowing they won't be there
To share the joke
Give a knowing smile
Bring up that embarrassing moment
from high school
when you wet your pants in gym
Again.
They're hard.
Because how do you relive every moment
Of your time together
In two words.
That's what good-byes are
Collapsing relationships
Into two words.
Good-Bye
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
When you
FROM THE HOOD,
LIVING in a
RUNNED DOWN,
RURAL NEIGHBORHOOD!!!
When your CHURCH, your SCHOOL,
your BEAUTY SALON,
BARBER SHOP and
the LIQUOR STORE,
is only WITHIN
WALKING DISTANCE,
When the ICE CREAM
TRUCK RUNS during the DAY, and
LATE AT NIGHT!!
WHEN KIDS ARE ON
BIKES, SCOOTERS,
SKATEBOARDS and SKATES,
WHEN YOU BETTER
HURRY HOME QUICK,
the STREET LIGHTS will come ON,
HURRYING HOME BECAUSE IT'S LATE,
When it's a SCHOOL NIGHT,
and YOU have to BE IN BED by 8,
DO YOUR HOMEWORK and
MAKE SURE IT'S RIGHT,
not long after HAVING DINNER,
then it's LIGHTS OUT GOODNIGHT,
Back in the Day,
MY PARENTS DROVE A CADILLAC,
An OLDSMOBILE REGENCY,
Now What ya'll think of THAT???
IN THE HOOD,
WHEN YOU GOT IN TROUBLE IN SCHOOL, and your GRADES WERE BAD,
When you had SCHOOL FRIENDS, and
ALL OF THE FUN THAT YOU GUYS HAD,
GIRLS PLAYED DOUBLE DUTCH,
THE BOYS PLAYED BALL,
PICKLES and KOOL-AID
was the best, IF I RECALL,
CHIPS and SODA,
NOW-N-LATERS,
THE TIMES WERE LAID BACK, AND
LIFE WAS GREATER,
LEMON HEADS,
BOSTON BAKED BEANS,
MR. MELON,
CHERRY CLAN, and
JOHNNY APPLESEEDS,
THESE ARE MY FONDESS
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES!!!,
IN THE HOOD, you weren't
SUPPOSED TO SQUEAL, because
SNITCHES GET STITCHES, and
that's on the REAL, REAL!!!
Back in the back day,
things weren't too bad,
IT'S 2025
NOW, THINGS ARE JUST SAD,
OH, IF I COULD JUST JUMP
in a TIME MACHINE,
and REVISIT and TALK to the
OLD YOUNGER ME, and
tell her about THESE PRESENT TIMES,
I GUARANTEE YOU, IT WILL BLOW HER MIND, and
I WILL give her
WISDOM and INSPIRATION,
INSPIRE TO KEEP GOING, and have MOTIVATION,
I just WISH I CAN, and
I WISH I COULD,
as I recollect my youth of,
LIVING IN THE HOOD!!!
B.R.
DATE: 3/17/2025
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 11:24 PM UTC
My favorite fictional character, my antagonist
My protagonist, my happy pill, ,my "laters, baby"
My every book that I read all night, My morning thing,
My whole universe, My pushing pins,
My anger, My melancholia,
My every paradox and oxymoron, My metaphor
and simile - the every comparison to all beautiful things
My sadness that lingers beneath my shadow,
You are the disappoinment to my upcoming success,
You are the one that I have and I can't
And I have not written this to compliment
the love that we had
But to blurt out the things of how our love left me fragmented..
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Haters gotta hate
Writers gotta write
Poets gotta wax and wane
about a moonlit night.
Singers gotta sing
Lovers gotta sigh
Me, I gotta go to work
See ya later folks, goodbye!
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
"They'll ask how you lived without things, when you really lived your whole life without knowing they existed. Deprived some may say, but you've made it 20 years without it, and somehow you think it doesn't matter.
They don't really know you before this. That your childhood consisted of running through parking lots, visiting the same park and still finding it like new, now laters hot flamins, peach soda and hoping you'll get to grandmas house that weekend. Brain still being mocked by the Eric B and Rakim your dad always blasted on any road trip.
They've never been to Hampton street or seen the cars drive by with their bass booming harder than ever playing the trap music that invades your house and makes your window shake to the rhythm.
That's where I'm from.
And somehow we both ended up here in buenos aires. Although I never left the states, never made it to the big city. Never got there.
Where I'm from we're hood rich and this just doesn't happen.
Deprived they'll call us, but i never saw a frown even when we pinched pennies.
Mama explained "there are rich people, and those just making it." We always made it and I'm just glad mama got me here."
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Hello
I've started with goodbye too many times
So a hello would seem strange
I know
The world is a glass full of heavy sighs
Full of the genius minds belonging to the deranged
I grow
Nervous simply because I never know
Just the way to go after the hello
I'm told
A million paths carry you to the same place
A million butterflies flutter the same way
Good day
'cause bad day sounds like a premonition
Constant remeniscions of a yesterday known
We fade
Brittle bone and muscle they, melt away
And yet through your tears you say
A simple hello
I wait
For the end, unsure if it will come soon
Under a harvest moon or blistering sun
But you
You never were one for goodbyes
Only see you laters
Goodbye
I've seemed to of fallen into the rut again
Where my optimism ends, I find a goodbye
I tried
To look on the brighter side of days
A whipoorwillow's wish away from a hello
You cried
Every time the word escaped my mouth
Yet you never seemed to doubt I'd be wrong
Hello
I will never see your eyes like this
The moment's the passed, the kiss is done, we move on
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
Starting now ima do this evaluation because right now I feel so non related and played with, to her I'm like candy that comes with alot of pieces and she chooses when she want me like now or laters but I am gum sweaty. I am sorry there is only one of me next time you bring more than 25 cents. Well I was her hubba bubble bf but ig this piece has lost its flavor and all that I'm good for is sticking to the bottom and catch all the trash that comes my way. Is that the reason why I'm still holding on to her, because if life is a trash can I'm on side of it somewhere fly fishing for love. I thought you was a bass, a the catch of the a lifetime but instead you turnt out to be a catfish. The only reason I haven't set you free back to sea because you was my first trophy but like all trophies you have to get shelved one day. Don't worry I will be one the shelf to just like a injured football play but I didn't break my neck or ribs, I got concussion or some head injury because something must have gone wrong for me to let my heart get fractured again. The doctor must be tired of seeing my face, hearing the same copied and paste story but with a new title and about a new face. Then at the end of the day he does the same operation so I can go back out to the sea and start fresh again, find my next mistake and start to fish.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Phones
Ever simpler
Ever farther into the future
But never smaller
Is the infinity
That lie beneath your thumb
Now
Or later
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
I woke up one morning with a seed in my heart
And an incurable inability to ever let it grow
I held it in my palms
Cupped and concealed in overgrown cowardice
And it never broke past the spaces between my fingers
Or through the holes in my heart
I held a seed in my heart
When my heart couldn't hold anything else
Waiting for it to spread it wings
I watered it in the stormy procession
Of four in the mornings and twenty years laters
And I woke up one day just a seed
In the heart of... this?
With a resolute inability to ever grow
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC