"lobotomize" poems
[Verse 1]
Monster sized swag; not modest bout my splendor
Marvel at the flag and I'm the ultimate avenger
Buck Rodgers, D-Bird yep I'm the number one contender,
So I gotta uphold this rep of bein uncontrollable
so I'll take the lead, I hold the world beneath my feet
I'm a fiend, elite
Haze so cloudy cause I be blowin Swisher Sweets
Drug addiction is my disease
It's my expertise
See here's the masterpiece:
Raps lobotomize
I'm traumatized since 1993
[Verse 2]
Victimized by the lies
of this trifilin enterprise
You can front but you can't hide
There's no fault behind your eyes
So I hope this insult will suffice
It should come as no surprise
A grin will spread across my face
From side to side
My ***** mouth will mesmerize
hypnotized, memorize
the words that escape my lips
I'm a degenerate unabridged uncut
You're a ************* ****
Go hang yourself from a bridge
Here's a rope, I hope you choke
******* ******* smoochie smoochie
Only chains you got is Gucci
Y’all basic brothers rep that set
But fake like that 2chi
[Verse 3]
man I get so high,
Now watch me get higher
Watch me take flight
As my wings soar skyward
You know I'ma fighter
So watch me take my place
As I eat this rap game up
and then spit it in your face
Now pass me a lighter
see me rollin while I bake
I mean I'm not a pastry maker,
but I still bake for the sake
My rhymes are so ill
They're gonna make you sick
I be tweetin on my twitter
While Betty Crocker ***** my **** uh
[Verse 4]
Reid between the lines son and please proceed with caution
Alien splittin kilos, I be one tweaked ****** martian
I'm five steps ahead and these haters ****** forfeit
You four feet tall and I'm so high I'm in ****** orbit
Make these snitches sleep with fishes
How ****** vicious spittin mischief
****** trippin out these hypocrites
Dishin out these disses which
Bein inconsiderate
in this fast paced game of chase
But if I wanted to catch your drama
I'd just go check my facebook page *****
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
I have voices in my head.
sometimes they are mine and sometimes they are that girl walking down the street without a hat or a home address and I know this because I know things without knowing them.
there is hurt here, in this car full of silver and new and no smoking or I'll rip your fingers off.
my mother knows how to say amen like she's still dedicated to the Catholic Church I tell her, you should have given that up the day they refused to baptize me.
everyone sees dark in me where there is none.
I was a baby and I was a baby and I'm still a baby, or I wish I was.
I'm a baby who cries and says good morning every day even if it's not.
I say good morning when I wake up after missing dinner
I refuse to touch China now
my hands don't listen to the voices in my head all they think is break break break and the break break break sounds itself like cracking open and I need to lobotomize the dishes in here before she gets sentimental about handing them down to me when I finally find someone who isn't scared of waking up beside me to find my throat slashed
here it is. truth, because there is no right or wrong there is truth.
and truth sets you free.
it sets you free and it has you without a hat or a home address and you still wonder why nobody sends you letters back.
you say they forget your name. Or your middle name but it doesn't matter.
I only answer to "baby girl, do you want me to call the doctor for you?"
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
What
((holds)) you
to unyielding self?
Petrified
you stone your sins
and still miss the mark;
attempt to beat soul
into healing.
Fool.
Even this
nascent struggle
to understand
casts another rock.
Would you lobotomize...
****** a stick
into your eye socket
to see more clearly?
The peine forte et dure is
in the resistance;
you know,
and do not accept
grace
in the hands
easing you toward
the gentle current
of Spirit
washing around you.
Why?
Entombed by need
to atone,
you cannot roll
the rock aside alone.
Stop asking for
"more weight",
Giles Corey...
you are a fearsome man
standing upright.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
It feels surreally good
to lay out here
in the stillness that is day
and contemplate things.
Apathy
is a deadly disease
of the soul and mind.
Over-simulation
And overstimulation
are the venom
of genius.
Sweat libidinous
Big Black bass,
pulverize me
recognize me
sacrifice me
lobotomize me
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Burn, freeze, sanitize
my hands
So they'll forget how yours feel
Cleanse my skin again and again
And maybe I won't remember
How soft you were in my arms
Lobotomize my brain, please
So I can forget who you are to me
Then maybe a smile
will appear on my cracked lips
And I will
lose you
to that beautiful new world
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
Tear out my eyes
repainting them shades of purple puke
and send me off back to work
Snip the curious child
from my gut
and paint the walls pink with his feet
pour drano into my ears
so that i may not have to think anymore
lobotomize my fingernail biting fetishes
till i only get hard-on's from my skull
dragging its skin across the pavement
you pitiful excuse for a poet
you hope to dazzle them with dayglo frosting
caked like mold in the corners of your mouth
you sick hopeless perfectionist
knitting cellophane walls
of hands slapping your face
so you can close your eyes
and lose yourself in the confines
of your stalagmites
you with your cut and paste philosophies
which leave gaping holes
stretching across everybody's pupils
huh?
exactly you ******* pustule of plastic bubbles
you are an empty bud
no flower could rise from soil as rank as yours
no love will ever find comfort in a heart as prickly as yours
i can only be ashamed
that i share your body
i'm better off getting aborted
next time you sneeze
so that i could infect another's fragile flesh
passing our sick parasite
at least something of yours will be left
for others to cherish
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 12:11 PM UTC
etch a sketch
thus blank me please
shake it lose
and shake me free
so clear my mind
erase my heart
even the new
does give me starts
the pain in wants
the ache in needs
my belly turns
butterfly deeds
I want the quit
so spare her eyes
please strap me down
lobotomize
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 12:07 AM UTC
"If you don’t have it figured out by the time you’re 21 then you're part of the plan that snuffs itself out.
Hopefully they’ll drown themselves in liquor just like their fathers did, just like your dad is doing", that **** sucker said to me as he lifted his watered-down poor man's scotch to his cracked reptilian lips. One more thing I get to internalize. One more swing I have to restrain my ligaments from hurling. Don't let him see you sweat.
“Do you think that to be wise?”, I croaked.
“No, I don’t think it to be anything, and I believe that’s why I love it more than all the wisdom in the world”. What a fuckin' ******* "Look, I only know I am right because of how often I’ve been wrong" What an infallable argument.
"Look, you can only hope to do things that you don't understand, the only way to do the things you wish to do as you want to do them is to understand. The only way to understand, is to learn. Not to be taught, but to be learned. The only way to learn is by doing. Going into a new situation blind without any information is not a desired way to start a task. Researching is the key to removing frustrations that may prevent you from persisting with your original intentions".
If this mother ****** tells me how to write one more time, I swear, I'll lobotomize the whole operation.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
when i was a kid, me an this black boy
(an remember, slavery was still legal then)
we had just escaped some orphanage where they was plannin to lobotomize us for bein so dang ordinary
an the spirit of alan ginzberg come backwards! thru time an guv us a magic sunflower and he said "i hope this does sutra you"
so we said
"a couse it do" not knowin what he meant but then it burst into a poem and we wernt THAT stupid and we figured out what he meant
and so we became one humanity but then the oinkers they too united and so here is amerikka jes like always except it is you too who are here so what do you got to say an what ya gonna do about it now?
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
Lobotomize me
Make me dumb
Take my voice away
So I’ll never hurt again
The less I speak
The more I feel apathy
Its in trying to connect
That I feel distant
No point trying
To clear these gaps
Lobotomize me
Out of necessity
So I won’t lose any more
Can’t be happy
Can’t be sad
Lobotomize me
So my desires will fade
And I’ll be left drooling at my bedside
While the beasts congregate around me
Ripping my flesh
Replacing my memories with their own
Lobotomize me
So I can be happy not being the protagonist
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
Someday?
Whenever,
If ever.
Memories,
Float and float
Into my brain
My cells bomb
My head is heavy
My thoughts are fast
My heart is pounding
My nerves are aching
My love died
It was burried
Long ago
My past was filled with
Toxicity.
I was manipulated to
Drink poison
I had no idea
It would lobotomize me
Through my adulthood years
I cried
Although, I could not feel
The drops rolling down
My face
Confusion, between
Numbness and misanthropy
I died
I died
Long time ago.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
I've been avoiding pavement.
My car key is beginning to rust.
I drank a *** of coffee at 6 o'clock
this morning but by 9,
I was sleeping again.
I've been dragging my
dusty limbs across
these wooden floors,
swallowing fistfuls of
pure white and murky ivory pills
for breakfast,
and throwing half of them up
in the shower
less than an hour later.
I just called to say,
"I can't tell if I'm alive today"
Radio silence
Everything is muted,
grey, and still
And I won't stop pretending
that I'm doing better
until I have no one left
to pretend for
cause that's who I am
from the blood and the mud
that shapes me,
I am a plastic surgeon
every god **** morning
And a brain surgeon
every god **** night
Give me a scalpel and
a bright light
I will cut a smile
across my tired face,
Chipped teeth,
Crimson lips,
I will lobotomize myself
just to forget this
It is seething hot
as it boils up my throat,
Solidified in my mouth
it feels like broken glass
It tastes like
salt water spit
and warm blood,
Once I start to say it
I can't swallow it again,
*"I have never lived a single day
I have never lived a single day
I have never lived a sin
I have never lived
I have never"*
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
maybe if i chilled my mind
with an icepick drill
the world would sit icy still
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Tell me why I see him, why I dream of him and wake up longing. Analyze why I can feel him in my unconscious and not cringe, why he doesn't provoke my paralysis or night terrors. That's why I'm here anyways, I need to be fixed. My brain must be broken, cracked down the middle like glass splinters that allow him to seep into my sleep like a lullaby. Get rid of him as I have done in my waking state. I no longer want to dream fondly of his mother or drive down the royal road in his car. Interpret why I take rest to the memories of us laughing and drink him like wine until claimed by sheets. That's your job. Hypnotize me, convince me he never existed, or to forget the way his face looks at least: remind me why he made me scream and cry when he never get his way or how empty I would feel when he talked about the things he loved and I was never one. Show me how to cope, teach me to control my unconscious so I can choose to not see him, so I can turn my back on him before he does me. Exterminate him from my mind, tell me I am crazy, prescribe me pills or send me away, shock me with as many bolts as it takes until the bruises on my leg stop reminding me of his hands, until I forget who he is awake and asleep, lobotomize me if you must because it hurts! It really ******* hurts. Tell me why I was given a heart if it was to be broken, a life if it was to be wasted, a body if it was to never be loved. But that's not your job. So please, just help me sleep.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Let go of the stress man I was deeply depressed so famish in fact I needed to rest. I found a link between the inner deity and myself. Owning specialization doesn't require special explanation this information is my interpretation The poetical series of compositional arrangement cavemen cave in to this statement. Nowadays it's all about the "catch phrase" I'm dis-infatuated with writers they sound so foolish and basic. Thread by thread sitting at the table to make this. Simple sensations are fragile so how will they battle? Just like nature surrounded by the unnatural. The light brightens more and more your muscles tight and sore lobotomize the audience with my origin. My metaphoric euphoria.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
What
((holds)) you
to unyielding self?
Petrified
you stone your sins
and still miss the mark;
attempt to beat soul
into healing.
Fool.
Even this
nascent struggle
to understand
casts another rock.
Would you lobotomize...
****** a stick
into your eye socket
to see more clearly?
Suffering is
in the resistance;
you know,
and do not accept
grace in the hands
easing you toward
the gentle current
of Spirit
washing around you.
Why?
Entombed by need
to atone,
you cannot roll
the rock aside alone.
Stop asking for
"more weight",
Giles Corey...
you are a fearsome man
standing upright.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
I am not little anymore.
I have learned many things,
none of them may be taken back,
or altered to lobotomize
me into the child you miss.
I am a man now.
Albeit not the best example
of the lot. Perhaps not
even the best example of
humanity in general.
But grown, nonetheless.
I cannot change this.
I don't want to.
I know it is difficult to
see that I'm angry often,
that I'm bitter,
and worst of all that I
often hate the things you love.
I am not little anymore.
I wouldn't want to be.
Better of worse;
This is who I am.
It is who I have to be.
Hate it if you must,
but it is also
What you made me.
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 2:33 PM UTC
Im transforming
My spiral ladders are morphing
My ivory contorting on wires of string
Put to dance like a jester before it's grasious king
My heart no longer sings
And my mind can no longer think
I carry a lobotomize container of gray matter
The shell shattered
So I flush it down the sink
A million fragments left to float in my river of wine
A million reasons to bloom
A million and two reasons to die
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
It all starts with a road I walk down of my own self doubts and ends with an ocean of insecurities that I can never cross with the raft I had made. Or maybe it's your wrath that has made me so scared to go outside all of these years. So scared to be myself so I put on a suit made of someone else. I lobotomize my own brain just to be a selfless corpse. Walking around a god forsaken world, one without love and mercy, one that knows nothing of glory. One that will chew you and spit you out just to laugh at your bleeding body. But baby let me tell you one thing, this ****** up world isn't everything. Sometimes there is beauty in the most simplest of things. I'm learning these lessons everyday and the fog seems to be going away. The seas of my insecurities are going down. The storm is passing. The storm is passing.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
Falling faster, call the pastor
He's a ******* don't extract her
Sharing dreams, now cross the fracture
Changing fonts to write new chapters
Drowning in laughter
What's the matter
Can't you see the one you're after
Hypocritic, I'm a cynic
Watching you reach for quite a minute
Can you save her, can you savor
All the moments you've enslaved her
Now you're burning, conscious hurting
See yourself as undeserving
What you're learning
Stomach is churning
Freedom means you're by yourself
Inky depth, in the darkness of my mind
Lobotomize my tongue, let me drool it out like wine
A verbal vorpal blade, that seeks to make you mine
You're bleeding out emotions, so we're only wasting time
Tragedy has left you broken into pieces undefined,
Faceless emotions, and flimsy love potions
You can swim across the oceans if you follow in their motions
Late night with the lotion, Spirit bomb explosion
Water makes erosion, I'm burning out my Trojan
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
…*they’ve tried
to vilify me…
Sh!t, tried to
lobotomize me*.
*They tried to
victimize me,
still, I rise from
the bottom
wisely*…
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC