"looper" poems
Me and the crew riding around in the PT Cruiser.
Soda oozin' out the cup like the one of Biggest Loser.
Don't let the insults be spiky, like the shell of King Koopa.
Goin' back and forth : we in the movie Looper.
Be chill like the Buddha.
Dude, uh, I think you dropped your burger.
Electric surger blew up like the Time Warner merger.
The inside of our place on fire ;
The officer called us liars.
Wanted to throw us in the manor on the Cliff of Briar.
Yeah, it's an American Horror Story.
Being profiled because of ethnicity,
We're Mexican, see,
But we're not gonna steal something worth $3.50.
Looking at us like monsters of Loch Ness.
Yeah, we may come from a pool of cess
But you're simply too incredulous
To think of a time other than 1955.
You can ruin our lives
And throw us in jail in the blink of an eye.
Don't even need to find
A shred of evidence to kick our behind.
You feel like we're behind your back
Cocking our guns with a slight click-clack.
About to shoot them off with a ratatatat
While we're caressing our "gang tats".
But that's not how it is.
You think we all give weapons to kids?
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
blekk, this ******* ragoon man
crab paste yuck
my stomach is festering in wounds of American Chinese
they put poison in my foods and I indulge and this is the result
final laid down rest
it feels
as
if
blekkk
the white rice is nice and the lo mein, don't even get me started
i Love it
noodles and rice covered in grease
spied on from a box of spare ribs
they saturate in Sat Fat, check the label 781 SAT FATS PER SERVING
Looper was good, and I was stuffed through all of it
grease traps, formed from my age of 5, filled to their brim this evening
starting a day with number 10 from Macdoe's: poor choice
smoke some grass and write a bit
that settles the swoosh of pirates fighting in my intestines
i give bloating a 75% definitive yes
25% maybe
reality is
I poisoned myself
don't do take out
don't eat what is not from its own country and made the same way
you know those ************* who make it are not eating the same **** thing
point is, I feel like Wesley Snipes and Sylvester Stallone are DEMOLISHing within.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Ah, so sad, difficult relationship
seems to be no resolution in sight
two of us loaded, shooting from the hip
always in battle mode, all day and night
maybe of the aul block, I’m just a chip
saying things, one day unable to right
today I’ve had enough of their bad lip
two-faced, sarcastic, smiling false, so bright
just one more row could sink this rocky ship
with their cynical view on life, can’t unite
I bite my tongue, trying not to let rip
were stuck in a rut, sad, pitiful plight
ask anybody but me, she’s super
but I think she’s a functioning looper
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
i'm struggling to find hope in my humdrum day-to-day,
i'd be lovingly thankful just for this poison to be cast away.
i'm struggling to find light on the darkest of days,
i'd be grateful for a heartily whisper telling me it'll be okay.
i'm struggling today and especially tonight,
it's a looper pedal kicked down as i wonder what happy's like.
i'm struggling in ways i'd never thought were right,
it's a distorted future where I breakdown in mirror fights.
i'm struggling and i really need help,
i just wallow and swallow the pain i keep to myself.
i'm struggling for words to explain my health,
i just endure and lure more demons onto my trophy shelf.
i'm struggling to plan my death;
i'm struggling to find my breath;
i struggled once to end my life;
but now in mortal death...
...i've earned my slice.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Things aren't the same as they once were.
Perverted, our connection, you and I
due to the nature of an incident I procurred.
I miss the endless adoration once pure,
now muddled with a **** up and a "bottom's up!"
I raised the glasses, the bottles, the steins,
witholding truth, I ended with a bolsterous hiccup.
I laid in bed that night, in a drunken stupor,
covering my cold body with a sheet that lied,
hoping to move past so I shan't become part of a looper.
Alas, all was finally revealed and I to blame.
A fool to follow the masses, I couldn't find my own ground.
I should've fought harder, but now, I only feel shame.
I tried to embrace for that's all I knew what to do,
She shoved me into a wall, tears trickle down her face,
And all those barriers that I once broke down,
are now being rebuilt in what feels like the original place.
I don't know what to do.
I've lost all the trust.
Actions over words, she says.
Hit, Stay, or Bust.
I'm trying, lord knows I'm trying,
but in the dead of night,
when no one can hear,
I sit in the bathroom,
failing at holding back all those tears.
"I'm sorry, babe, I'm sorry."
Those words mean nothing now.
Words. Can't. Fix. Everything!
She loves me, which is why she stayed,
giving me a chance to fix the error of my ways.
She musters a smile, but I know that heart of hers is frayed,
but I'll find a way to prove to her that I am what I say:
The man she fell in love with, built on promises of old,
And if I may be so bold when I say, that I promise
our little sweet peas, will learn from this story and uphold,
the honor I had to fight for, and the lesson I had to be told.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Now I am old
I Can say
I still can't understand
why people are so keen to hate
not tolerate others
so keen to find violence
in just a comment
and not listening
to the words
or why these words may be true
I know I have my own world
and all true this day
But how can my words be true to you
you have so many more problems
than I have
or so it might appear to you but that may not be true
for I have more problems than you have
and for me that's true
have you even thought about it
and got in this loop
Love from me.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
gliding through
those dangerous yellow lights
stepping outside
the smoke-filled highways
entering into a relapse
hazy chemicals started creeping in
black stairwell standing thin
with a balcony audience; telescopic justice
cctv cameras with red dots flashing
fearful, slugging away the underworld
malcontents
but ********* those lips were made for
mine
they were made for figuring out
starcharts; territorial exercise
executing movements, kamikaze sake
whirling death
where you'd definitely put it on repeat
looper paradise
steal the narcotic shockers
and donate it to this poor
soul, Pablo Escobar
even if you exit through
the shadows
maybe i'd still find you
biochemical traces
neon-covered faces
in those dangerous yellow lights
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
I need a double ??
Racing like a Viper
Hes cozy in his
"Cooper"_____
Outraced not safe
Double pair++ life
Single* hair pulling wife
Frank (Sin)atra sin-full life?
Count 1-2-3-4-5-
Rodeo Drive
I don't even know
where I live?
Something gotta___ _________give
Fashion car plate
More vulnerable____________2 survive
TV "Miss Kitty" Cat
from hell cable
Minds likewise soft pillow
therapeutic take the prize
***** double feature
Ms fever so clever
He's in a hurry
The City"Heretics"
Werewolfs Surf me
all over the computer
Vixen's turf
Vixens Presidential Nixons
Hazy hands shady
Mr. Watergate crazy
Mrs. Order-Date
"Poison Ivy"
The hell mating
Madame Butterfly
Double talk befriending
Hallucinating double digit
compromising high fly
Time is flying we will all
be dying
Cannot get an ******
Keep trying
Doubling meeting
Please no weak ones
Only strong ones
Healing poem we have
wounds
Like a prism true heroism
Your hearing your own
sounds moans
Hell of a work out
more moulah money loans
Megababes "Dells"
Scarlet I dont give a ****
Like hell cyber war
Feeling weaker no stars
and goals
Hes eating your Moms
Pasta with capers
Acting like a ******
Feeling more vulnerable
Way too lovable
Things curative
U-R the native
"New Yorker"
He is the spiritual man
Crooked tax man looper
You are the writer
Photogenic going off
the rocker
Woodstock Joe Cocker
What would you say to me
anyway I will try to sing out a
tune dont walk out today
" Double Wedding"
Her name is (June)
he is (Dune)
Double whamo tune
sensuality in July
Symphony to your words
"The Gods"hot rods
Try a little help from
your friends
Those poem comments
the best remedy
He's tasting your words
Double act comedy
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC