"lik" poems
Gurl stops meking out
n asked boi to get potartz
he dus
den gurl teks deep breff
and gurl sais
bf
I am pregnent
will u stay ma bf
n he seys
"NO"
gurl iz hertbrokn
gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart
n she has low blood suga
so she fols
boi runs ova 2 her
She Ded
boi crie
I sed I no be ur bf
cuz i wona b ur husband!
he screems
n frows poptart @ wol
a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd
LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Ever since we met its lik i kno who u r
Its lik we are locked togethr on a shelf in a little jar
Ever since we hugged i feel so squeezed
Were missing a kiss my lips u wud tease
Ever since we held hands i never want to let go
If I still held on our path wud stay aglow
But now my path is dark and my feet are sore
Ever since this all started i knew tht i hav had this feeling before
I dont think i can find true love any time soon
If i keep trying my heart will blow up lik a balloon
I cud just stay emotionally stable for a bit
Bcuz if i dont in my chest there will soon be a slit
I love listening to ur heavenly voice
I wud listen to it all day if i had a choice
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Every day
I'd see them headin aff
in that clapped oot old banger.
He'd nivver get it looked at -
thocht it'd run
on positive energy and a kind word.
If that were true
my fower year apprenticeship
and six year in the garage
wouldny be worth ocht, would it?
But would he come tae me?
He would not.
There they'd go -
the exhaust gruntin lik a vexed rhinoceros
an the fan-belt scraichin lik a banshee.
Ah couldae sorted that in unner an hour.
Ah seen him workin on it wance, mind -
thocht he wis fin'ly gonny change thae bald tyres
But naw,
he wis paintin' ****** flooers on the bonnet!
Ah kin see them yet.
Headin up the hill,
weans in the back,
cloods ae black smoke pechin oot the pipe.
Ah couldae fixed it.
Ah couldae telt them.
But ah didnae.
An they nivver made it hame.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 5:06 AM UTC
It's not all that hard, it's so easy to learn,
Each and every one of these simple rules.
You see, I'm not even American,
But not even us Mexicans are such fools.
I know this language like I know myself,
I never laid hand on the shelf,
Where everyone placed their literature books,
Just to drop it for looks.
It's easy to remember,
Why can't you see,
English is so easy,
Or is it just me?
No.
That wouldn't make sense.
Spanish was my first language.
Yet I've come to know English better than my native tongue.
You're not North American, British, or Australian?
Alright whatever, I'll let it slide.
But really, born and raised here?
Come on, it's a free ride.
Deosnt it btoher you taht erevy wrod is speled rong?
Notice can't that you is order your wrong?
Proud to be an American, it isn't really saying much.
Cuz it lik jus syin I cn bearle evn speek such.
Yes, I think you're stupid, every time you spell wrong,
Because it's so easy to fix even a word that is long.
It makes me wonder wether your autocorrect's off?
Because that simple thing, knows each time that you're off.
Is it really so hard to put in that one vowel,
Or put in the consonant so your spelling's not foul.
Or correct the double-negative, you know it's not true,
It's easy to do, just proofread right through.
We all have the ability needed learn,
Yet it seems your ability's been placed in an urn.
You've got a big brain, so why don't you use it?
Trust me, I know, you shouldn't abuse it.
If you have pride in nothing else,
That's fine,
But it's good to have pride in the fact that you know,
YOUR LANGUAGE.
Be proud that you can communicate well,
Be proud that even the nerdiest of nerds can't use words you won't understand,
Be proud that you know how to use correct punctuation,
Be proud to know where "ph", "gh", "ou", "eau" and the silent "t" are used,
Be proud to know which words comes first, and which one comes last,
Be proud to know English, you can learn it all fast,
Be proud to know the art of words,
The art so many ancient cultures knew,
The ancient Japanese, and Romans, and even the French,
Yet America has forgotten how to use words.
Be proud to be a leader of the generation in the USA,
The generation that brings back knowing our own tongue,
So that foreigners who come don't know us better than us.
Be proud to know the beauty of language.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
I always thought
The tiny little creatures
That we call hamsters
Were adorable
When they run on the tiny wheel
That is
Until I realized that
I'm the hamster
Running, running, running
But going nowhere
My anxiety propels me
To run, run, run
My instinct is to run away
But, just like the small creature
It just loops around me
I push it away
And it gets worse
And it just snowballs
Growing bigger
And bigger
And BIGGER
Then I'm stuck
Spinning so fast
On this hamster wheel
Round and round and round
I'm going faster than the speed of light
And I can't process things
But I brought this upon myself
By thinking, I could run away in the first place
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
I am so stupid
I have a mental illness
And it's not going away
No matter where I run
It's like a small child
Clinging to my leg for dear life
No matter what I do
That **** thing is with me
I can tell
That people are getting sick of me
I feel it
A feeling I'm all too familiar with
This is the feeling
That tells me to prepare for the storm
Because they are getting ready to leave
Just like a hamster
It's cute at first
But the squeaky wheel
Slowly drives one insane
And it's not so cute anymore
At first
People pitied me
As they tried to help me
But I continue
To use my anxiety
As a reason for my dysfunction
And it's driving everyone insane
At this point
I want to shut down
Stick a knife in my temple
And **** my brain
So I can think
But I won't
Because I have WAY too much to live for
So my next best option
Is to shut people out
And get the **** done
Alone
Because that's what I'm best at
It was stupid to ask for help
In a war against myself
That no one else sees
Because that's what pushes people away
They see me
For the monster I actually am
With my constant anxiety
And horrible depression
And they get overwhelmed
And leave
So the best thing I can do
Is lock this up
Put on a happy face
And pretend nothing is wrong
Lik I've done for almost 17 years now
I can't lose more people
I just can't handle the heartbreak
And I'm afraid
That my catastrophic brain
Will slowly destroy
The relationships I've worked so hard to build
So here I go
Just gotta hold my breath
Smile
Hold my head up high
And pretend I'm okay
Because that's the only way
To fight this impossible war
Fake it until you make it
Right?
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
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
Life is lik’n to lightning;
Like the mist it does pass;
Oh! What is life – this thing
That can ne’er for long last?
See the clouds near heaven;
See the dewdrops – like glass
Life is shattered, broken;
Oh! Life does go by fast!
Life, like the rose, a flower,
Quickly withers and fades;
Dries as passeth each hour;
The soul to heav’n or hades.
See the flick'ring candle,
Watch it splutter and cough.
Life, o thou brief candle,
At old age do not scoff!
Yet, ere life dims away,
Ere our souls to God go,
Make the best of our day,
Make a friend of our foe.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
This is a recurring dream,
it slips into my veins
on the best and worst nights
warm and vibrating
lik blue jazz:
I am sitting in a tunnel, huddled
scared and staring, open--
into the hazel eyes of Sarah
the wandering angel of San Jose,
the cool Sunflower in my brain
as Peter Sarstedt fills
the blue-bricked walls
with, "Where do you go to,
My Lovely?"
Shaking my teeth
and ribs
like old blank dice,
lovely accordion sobs-
What vibrations!
Echoes and blue memories running into the dark.
I hear you Peter, She hears you
I must tell you that--
and when I wake
all that's left are the echoes
of my accordion heart
and the sounds of traffic
over the plucking
of red chords in street.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
caught up in a sa of altrd imags
alcohol flowing
rd pupils
from all th slfis
****
scroll up /// scroll down
m8 u waz wastd
vryon at ach othr
voics scrambl;ing
for pol position
#popularity laddr
a flck of jalousy
slic of malic
*fyi
grn lights signal
sombody cars rite??
hr bgins th dz-dss-
the dscnt into pixls
primary colours
'oMG xx'
night grows old
plot unravls lik a ball of string
coagulats thick and bad
let fingrs do the talkin' 4 u
nams bcom strangrs
bcom nams bcom strangrs
TTYL
:)
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
To: Thomas
Message: hey did u reed that bok
bout Chauser cuz i didnt
get it. Its jus 2 hard 2
read n i dont kno y
we r doin this.
I meen we r good @ talkin
in our english so y r we
reedin all of this ol ****
Who needs it or even cares?
Canterbury Tales? Mor lik
#icantspellbarytails!
LOL. its like 2 long but
txt me bk cuz I dont get it
n ned help 4 the test.
TTYL, busy day sooo gotta g
~<3 Becky
Sent at 2:00pm April 2, 2011
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
This city breathes
the city stirs and turns
this city is a sleeping tiger
a moving, boulevard-striped back
skyscrapers like strands of fur on end
it raises its young here
it is a mother tigress
as its cubs play and sleep on her warm body
their paws pound the pavement
they feel it move
her beating heart resonates in every beam and sewer grate
her roar is in the screeching subways
the bustling voices and
blaring horns of the streets
the calls of the preachers
the drums on the sidewalks
every cash register in
every deli
the sobs
the gasps
the spoken word of her clan
she moves in
strange
ways
she is a firm parent
and rears her children strong
and when they come, she will break them
remake them
rebuild them as stronger beings
she watches her offspring as their hearts
grow and
break and
grow
and she caresses and toughens
the tigress is strange
her young are countless and strangers
bound only by a love,
however deep,
however dim,
for their cubhood home.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Apparently, it is my societal rol
e to once a month (or once a wee
k, or how may you) succumb to
all the indignity, to the crushin
g blue of broken hands, and allo
w the swell of eternity its coarse
st way with me. And swallow lik
e a sieve the strands of all the flu
id universe.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 6:27 PM UTC
Last night thought to myself wats the meaning of life? Praised God n spread his love right? Sure you'll meet some people that are mean n thn some that are Wat if u meet someone u love? Do I tell tht person tht I love thm or do bottle my emotions ? Bt Wat if they ask me if I love them? Well god says never tell a lie even if the truth hurts! So tell her I love thn things get complicated bt hw shldnt they get easier ? Ig not but I was told tht if u love tht person alot u fight through some tough times n ignore thm n mental erase thm. So I do so cause I love her n things got easier but thn wht if we get sick of each other ? U probly will I was told thn they said u gotta keep things new n exciting ! So I did so n it got even easier bt later it got hard again ! Bt it's always gonna get hard bt ur love for tht person should make it easy!
Even though I hate somethings since u love I learn to love. N I hope u do the same. So wats the meaning of life praised god n if u happen to find someone u Lik on the Way maybe u shld hold on to thm aslong as u can! Until the end of time
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
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f
hu
man
thin
gs: ma
ny doin
g, thing
s human
are more n
eatly couth i
n Into-Dust co
ats of polite var
nish and their ha
ats hang at precise
their teeth ivory and
the smell of their colo
gne catches back at the
throat wearing finest silk
s (but time, time looks bru
tally through their and prim
shoes and trousers. knees sag
eyes hang instantly
languor w
ears them like cheap perfume and
laughter unsuddenly from nowhere
crisps the cheeks of everywaiting sou
l creeks with soon to be dirt bones and
amongst them sprouts something gener
ous. Less close to nearly dead, and has (l
ike a frond has) demure sturdy waifish. its
timber is clothed in blonde lips and eyes lik
e waking almost never(no like daffodils; yes l
ike more them) only daffodils, they are not so b
right, nor as agile, i think but who knows i was o
nly a boy who, from across the street noticed, a girl
pressed between death,
laughing like a *****
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
I
I'm trying t' find my ID.
I think I'm missing it.
This thing,
This bright, shining light,
It's hiding in my blindsight.
I'm swimming in mist,
Trying t' find ... "I"
First I'm living
In my crib;
Clinging wrists.
Flitting my crib,
I'm Shy
Crying, whiny twit, missing bitty,
With stinky kids, kicking kitty.
I'm missing my crib.
I'm piling thinking bricks with big kids.
Slimy, smirking ***** hiss 'n' spit.
I'm sitting still in ill-fitting shirts,
shirking sight.
Hiding might blind ****** kids crying, "It's billy!!! Skinny **** 'n' smiling in fits.
"Try finding kind kids x"
Finding "whys" in rising minds.
My mind grinds.
I'm kicking tins, spilling drinks.
Sitting in IT,
Sir chillingly insists "it isn't "fly" spilling drinks! "Shy" brings skills. "Why" brings ills."
I'm still shy.
This crib's tiny.
Tiny minds, blind by bling.
Fit chicks with big ****
Thick ****** thinking with *****
I flit this Brit ****
Brisk flight,
I find "I"
Simply shimmying "ir(o)n lik(e) li(o)n in zi(o)n".
In Brit, I'm still shilling it,
Finding thrill in it,
Hiding 'til it lifts.
I'm brisk fixing it,
I'm hiding in drinks,
Finishing in clink.
Trying things,
High by night,
Slinking by, finding light.
Thinking "this is it!! I'm in!"
Tricky light. Light trick. Sight trick.
Lying in my mind
It's still ****
Is it?
His birth...
This child is my kid!
This brill kid!
I'M in this kid!
Big grin :D
First kid is big kid,
Mid kid is silly kid,
Quickly hitch my Miss.
Third kid. This kid, this girl is my girl.
Brill kids!
I bring my bling by flipping kids thinking bricks;
Fixing bits in thinking ink;
I'm finding it stinks.
Kids drink slick skills.
My mind chills with mind filling drills.
Kids grinding, crying spills -
"Sir, it's **** innit?
With missing mining, missing mills,
Im plying skills by filing bills."
I'm plying skills with mind pills.
Mrs "I" is criticising my id
Im minding my Ps n Qs
Biting my lip
Fists tight, shifting slightly
Slinking nightly
This is ****
Hit slight hitch
Hit BIG hitch
"'kin *****
I finish with my Mrs
Kids split 'twixt cribs.
Kids trips fix splits.
Kiss lips ***
"Night night x"
"Light?"
Click light.
Right, "night!"
I'm hiding my ills in girls.
IT pimps, swiping right.
Primp ****
Minging swill.
Fit chick.
Swift flirt.
Flirt, kiss, flirt, kiss.
Big ****
Tight slit.
Milky spit.
Wiping ****
Hiding ***** sight in mind,
I find it sticks.
I drift
Stick tight
Fighting my plight
Grin
"It's 'right"
Missing my crib
My ID
I'm finding my mind
Sticking with it
Fighting silly flirting ****
Try finding inspiring sights
My kids
My crib
My Inking
My Writing
My mind
My eye
I'm kind
I'm "I"
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Footsteps that were past tense echoing
upon me like thunder, then the lightning
fell upon my vision and it went murky
in sight. I was within an eclipse of darkness.
Hands clapping on my thoughts urging
me to arise from this ill-gotten slumber.
I was tied as if to be burnt on the stake
of old, raised on feet I gazed in confusion.
A rope levitated my throat to upper reaches
just enough for breath but I gazed on a
room of discord. All was as if anger had taken
form and expelled itself on the surroundings.
With muttered echoes I spoke, "is anyone there,
But my words fell like dead leafs from autumns
cold voice. I waited upon the mirrors reflection
bouncing back at me of incoherent thoughts.
"Hello Peter, how are we today,
Confusion was my playmate as I considered my
reaction to this voice of my solitude. I recounted
the many repetitions of who I had angered in
my life. And on me I struggled under there weight.
"There was a little called Alice her hair like sand,
"She was the apple in the eyes sweet and beautiful,
"And you took that all away, away from all she loved,
Karma had stewed for so long I could smell it on my
conscience, and I knew that my end was but echoes
of memories away. "I know who you are, technicalities
were my weapon of choosing to those ill fated in meeting.
She was one such one, and there were a few before her.
But I retired from that form of endorphin rush. I became
placid like the lonely tormented sheep around me.
"I'm was a good little boy, no need to take this further,
But like a sphere once you take that first step you'll
end up at the beginning once again. I saw myself in
this dilemma, not as in this scene but others playing out.
And within those few thoughts I felt what was karma.
As I felt so warm at peace with this action, but then the
reality swept those lingering dreams away. I was dying,
A replay of what perspired in past memories but not her
me in that place. "Karma always finds you,
They were his last words, I don't know which father
brother friend they were. But now they had felt the
lingering sensation of expelling life. Would they
keep it secluded or would they become lik.............................
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
Trying
Why should I try?
When all it does is lead to lies!
And then later I just cry
I want it to stop
So I can chill with my pops
Maybe he'll stop kicking rocks
And moms will put down the pills
Then my brother will be a chill
Cause trying is hard and loving is harder
And trying to love someone who doesn't love you will leave you ill
Wanting to take pills
Because u cannot chill
So u start kicking rocks lik ur pops
Oh Boy don't you want it to stop
But just lay there and cry
Because that person lied
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
Yeah I love you but u take advantage of me u take all of my love for granted like im nuthin to yah...
It hurts hits me straight in the heart but I shrug it off likes its nuthin cause imma soldier I gotta be this world would eat me up i had to grow up fast where came from the streets is tough boy
Words from grandpa
U never kno what's out there for u never kno what's in store
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve so I went n bought a jacket so these ****** can't hurt me...
I just wonder why the love of my life does it to I hand her the gun n she basically shoots me in the back but Ill take the Bullet cause lik I said imma soldier !
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
your phoenix eyes
whos ashes fall like withering words
shedding too much detail of your fugitive disastors
your heart of prisoners
you awake in me lik a crisp dawn
on the breaking of ways
bringer of sorts
and rising of the day
I squint my eyes as I am awoken to your beauty
hunter of my mind, excute my loneliness
and I will ****** your crime
I will terrorize those white monsters in your fingers
and clear your mountains
and purify your waters
beautiful phoneix
let me in
you drag me into the darkness like night
endless as space
you one human
the wind loves you on those beautiful days, when life seems perfect
the sun simply hits your cheeks
life lives for you
you standing in the park alone
you raging hormone
you who lets out a sigh of pain
you who laughs at the unknown
you who smiles at the joy in a childs face
you are a universe intricate, beautiful, destructive
all on your own
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 6:37 AM UTC
I luv the way ur hair flows as u walk past me
I try not to luk as tho i cannot c
Wen u smile an angel gets its wings
Wen i c ur smile i can hear the angel as it sings
Ur eyes r lik 2 pools of undiscovered spaces
I cud get lost in them meet new ppl go to new places
Ur curves r lik the waves of an ocean
I cud notice them even if u arent in motion
Ur thighs r handles easy to grip
As we hug and meet lip to lip
I cant trust myself wen im with u
I wud hav sumthn ether gud bad or inapropriat to
do
It wud make u happy sad mad or *****
U wud want to hug me kiss me slap me or *** me
It depends on a question i wud ask u in evry way
Ur reaction revolves around how gud was ur day
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
et id me borfday toodai
we ar so happi dso bee 16 yodqay
we wouldn lik to t6hank qaqdam rylander
he had ben a grayt heelp
i wood lek jew also fank solari
he liked mee pomes and amde me go trending
if yoo cood chair dis wev ur frends and mak me famoos
i wood be appy
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Usred noći nagon me probudi
Moram na WC na visokoj sam uzbudi
Svjetlo palit odlučio sam neću
No nasred hodnika suze mi poteću
Na kraju hodnika On tamo stoji
Zovem psa u pomoć on se ničega ne boji
Na poziv upomoć on se nije odozvao
Čak i i nakon obećanja keksa nije se pojavio
Sada ja i Slenderman smo ostali sami
Prokleti lik koji stanuje u tami
Zajebi ti ovo, pišat više nemoram
Sad svaki put iz sobe sjekiru furam
Pod plahte skrivao sam se uplačen
ovu avanturu ponovit ne želim
Opran paranojom sada ti kažem
Iz ove kuće se što prije selim
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
I am a blind hamster on a creaky wheel.
I am the weight at the bottom of a sack of drowning kittens.
I am your overdue taxes with thirteen attachments and nine different forms.
My life is mud.
It is a paradise for sickly toads and preying swampthings.
I slog through it lik ea nine hundred pound woman climbing a flight of stairs.
What do I want?
Everything.
Ocean sounds echoing off the walls of my sanctuary.
Soft cushions topping heaps of treasure.
Hot tea in a rainstorm.
Lovers from here to Mazatlan.
Seven angelic children singing like bells at Christmas.
I want to stay young.
I want to be young, younger than I've ever been --
I want straight shoulders
and hairless skin
and white teeth
and perfect eyesight.
The grace of a dancer.
The vision of a priest.
The life of someone starting over,
wisdom remembered, energy building,
all in love with skylines and jet trails.
Mostly, I want your eyes
meeting mine
and telling me
I'm not alone in this.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
It's there
That familiar shape
At my fingertips
That unforgettable taste
Between my lips,
A longing
Finally appeased
But then replaced
By a new yearning,
Every breath
Unfiltered love
Deeply inhaled
Softly expelled,
The cool air
And the warmth clashing
Like snow and fur
Time and space watching
I trace every surface
Lik a friend
That never stays long,
But oh how
Her presence lingers
In all the corners
Felt but unseen,
An enchanting spell
Clutched to my heart unbroken...
APAD14 - 007 © okpoet
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Whenj he shaikd I wasd not normilo I sad .
Feel insid I nit cirroct, thes maks me seddingtew
The bigg men ssai no tome, I lik deck en mi battem’
Wen je sai I soo sed I cri evy dai of aprel.
Wun dai I weas sed I mad mislef dei of rabbes
Wen I med dog hee *** do sed wot I dei
Hee tel me to no bee dei anymooor
Bow I em fin adn a shappy preson.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC