"madd" poems
I get mad when i think about my last relationship.
I GET MAD WHEN I CANT FIND MY KEYS
I get mad when people drive slow, like they have nowhere to go.
I get mad when i realize racism is still a problem.
I get mad when i have to MAKE UP for the person that was before ME
I get mad when people LIE TO MY FACE.
I get mad when i think of all the betrayal.
I get mad when i think about the dumb decisions i made in my youth
I get mad when people are shocked that i dont have any kids like EVERYBODY IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE KIDS so young!
I get mad when people are surprised at the ****** rate in my city, but they support it through the music.
I actually GET MAD AT THE NEW AGE RAP MUSIC
I get mad when people stare without saying hello!
I get mad when people dont mind their business.
I get mad i mean sooo madd when black people(my people) go against cops for killing our people but they themselves **** OUR PEOPLE.
I get madd when i find out people are deliberately spreading std's
I get mad when i see a child has no HOME TRAINING!
I GET MADD WHEN THE PRICE OF GAS GOES UP!!!!!
I GET MAD WHEN NO ONE LEADS THE YOUTH BY SETTING EXAMPLES.
LASTTTT, BUT NOT LEAST
I GET MADDDDDD WHEN I SEE EVERYBODY FORSAKING GOD(THE HIGHER POWER)
SO NOW THAT I'VE LET IT ALL OUT I GUESS I CANT BE MAD ANY LONGER!
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
beyond Montana’s yellow lines
there is a field
~a field of painted soles
and laces rubber tread
~a field of ****** curls
and fallen headlights
where kaleidoscope lenses
look onto twisted frames like origami halos
where teddy bears hug stop signs like pickets
fringed in anger
runaway childhoods sleep cautionary tales
beyond Montana’s blushing acne
there are red cup melodies
blasting from blacked out tints
weaving blues notes through Rock & Rap
distant cries are drowned by Bass
or maybe Bud (light)
a haze of teenage eyes
they might as well be ghost riders
whip game copped from GTA
these pubescents are a Vice to their City
blooming sidewalk sloths
like flowerbeds
beyond Montana
is a country of bar stools
where bar tenders play therapists
and therapists play coroners
precedents are shots of whiskey - taken to the head
and reflected in flooded eyes
beyond Montana
is a country of MADD mothers and SADD students
beyond Montana
is a country of unexpecting pedestrians
beyond Montana
is a field
~a field of wing-clipped snow angels
That field is Mariah's home now
and she challenges you to change
yourself
your friends
your country
she challenges you to
STOP DRUNK DRIVING
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
How will we progress today?
Will we risk life attending Mosque,
Or have an affair with our spouse's boss?
Will we take the dog out for a walk,
Step on a landmine, use plastic straws?
Perhaps we'll play with our kids today,
Or call Amber Alert, wait scared, and pray?
Will we defy authority with a righteous tone,
Or leave our tail tucked, like a dog with his bone?
Will we gauge goods today for our Vegan menu,
Or show a distention as millions today do?
Will we drive around town for cheaper gas,
Or choose our pickings from picked-over trash?
Do you sling eggs and sausage for sub-minimum wages,
Or attend a visitation in a tortured MADD rage?
Will you tee off at eight, or do a spin class,
Or sit solitary watching the hourglass?
Did we place our script at the shiny drugstore,
Or wade across water to Jordan's fair shore?
Will we question the teacher at our kid's school,
Or play Avatar falling off our bar stool?
Did you set a reminder on your AI phone
For chicken delivery to your suburban home?
Will you lift copper tubing from construction sites,
Proclaiming your station in life gives you right?
Do I recline in my La-Z-Boy for a nap with a book,
Or teach someone to live with a line and a hook?
Will you take out your family,
Are you last on your list,
Will you reciprocate a handshake
Or raise a gloved fist?
Our words can't bind all our wounds,
Few are born with silver spoons,
We're not wrapped in silk cocoons.
A metamorphosis is coming
To this world of gloom,
A rousing group flight,
And it can't come too soon.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
We sat in a bar
We got stinking drunk
We left in my car
Were both full of *****
We drove through the night
Both talking some trash
I ran a red light
Head on was the crash
I lay in the street
The blood would not stop
A beer by my feet
Approached by a cop
Body was shaking
Heart dropped when he said
"Ain't no mistaking
Your best friend is dead."
I was arrested
*** put in a cell
Strength was then tested
In suicide hell
Very next morning
Inside a Courtroom
People were mourning
I shared in their gloom
I looked at his Mom
Eyes teary and sad
Her world without charm
I knew she was MADD
"I am so sorry
Through hell I will trudge
I wish it were me
May God be my judge."
I have no defense
I'm going away
Jail's one consequence
I sadly must pay
The price it will cost
It's steep as can be
I carry a Cross
Too heavy for me
I sit in my cell
I see your son's face
In suicide hell
I constantly pace
My heart can't go on
My soul has no *****
My best friend is gone
Because I drove drunk.”
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
How will we progress today?
Will we risk life attending Mosque,
Or have an affair with our spouse's boss?
Will we take the dog out for a walk,
Step on a landmine, use plastic straws?
Perhaps we'll play with our kids today,
Or call Amber Alert, wait scared, and pray?
Will we defy with a righteous tone,
Or leave, tails tucked, like a dog with his bone?
Will we gauge goods for our Vegan menu,
Or show distentions as millions do?
Will we drive around town for cheaper gas,
Or choose pickings from picked-over trash?
Do you sling eggs and sausage for sub-minimum wages,
Or attend visitations in a MADD rage?
Will you tee off at eight, or do a spin class,
Or sit solitary watching a sandless hourglass?
Did we place our script with the shiny drugstore,
Or wade across to Jordan's fair shore?
Will we question the teacher at our kid's school,
Or play Avatar falling off bar stools?
Did you set a reminder on your AI phone
For chicken delivery to your suburban home?
Will you lift copper tubing from construction sites,
Proclaiming your station gives you right?
Do I recline in my La-Z-Boy for a nap with a book,
Or teach someone to live with a line and a hook?
Will you take out your family,
Are you last on your list,
Will you reciprocate a handshake
Or raise a gloved fist?
Our words can't bind all our wounds;
Few are born with silver spoons.
We're not wrapped in silk cocoons.
A metamorphosis is coming
To this world of gloom,
A rousing street flight,
That can't come too soon.
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 8:11 AM UTC
Yeah! I cheated myself-I understand all to well what you mean... Miss Winehouse but I can't say that I'm no-good quite the opposed. I give them life, love, with all my strength . They took it all and charged me rent. I prayed, for them, gave heart- and-soul; they laugh at me and left me in the cold. I cheated myself in every way, it's a fools game -that I wanted to play. Thought that I could change you, somehow make you mine, you put me through hell... How I wish I could rewind. Yeah! I would change the story, rewrite every line. From the first day that I saw you, right up to this moment in time. I would not have given my number along with my self respect, I would have let you know... I'm not one to neglect. I would have left... Yeah! The first 'time that you cheated and not just stay, to have you causally repeated it. I would have run the first time... You put your hands on me, not just stay and have you beat me randomly. I would have left you... That night you and your friends came- into my room and had me over-and -over again. The things you did to me... The things you made me do-I cheated myself; I was a fool in love with you. Yeah! I would have even changed the night, the last night I had with you. This one for which I am not ashamed, for doing what I had to do. It was right after you beat me and tore off my brand new dress, eyes closed, nose broke, lip swollen, ribs cracked... I was a horrible mess. You didn't stop there though- oh- no that, was not enough. You violated me and you made it ruff. When, you were done and I lie there bleeding on the floor, I asked you why and you said... Because you are my whore.You started laughing.. and said "now get ya *** up off the floor". I got up and with all that I had, I started to fight like a woman gone MADD. They say that I stabbed you.. Can't remember when I got that knife... They gave me 32 years for taking your so called life. I cheated myself. Yeah! It was all me. Loving a fool has cost me.. My-free! Yeah! I cheated myself.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
How Long Is A Dream?
How long is a dream,
Stream of consciousness
Mirroring –unconsciousness,
And speed of thought
Reckoned
In seconds,
Pinned into entities
Clear as a bell.
The pain or the joy of
Of a day gone away,
How long is the theme
Crammed into a dream,
The bad and the good
Reflecting the childhood dance
Of experience,
Mire of desire explicit as film.
How long is a dream
Is the same as to ask about time
And the time that it’s taken
To organize, star in, produce and direct -
(You do/are all four)
Constructions so tricky and dotty and flighty
It might take one years
To write out all those fears, hopes and wishes
Compressed into minutes
From snippet to whole.
How long is a dream,
In its limits or boundlessness
Fluff as reality stuffed into seconds.
Puzzling, perplexing,
It keeps a man guessing,
The question as madd’ning
As how long is string?
How Long Is A Dream? 1.25.2017
Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
a child, now a man fallen into a void,
found a hole in the fabrics of space and time...
stumbling along a winter night's retreat,
one of life's "easy day" times.
[i keep a notebook with me , that i use to write things out...
i had some trouble remembering today and have just about come full circle now.
eventually i had to stop reading and just think .. "why would i lie to MySelf?"]
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Weak is my will
Missing is my skill
Aim not straight enough to ****
I'm a wounded animal with a dangerous bite
No where to hide I must fight
Backed into a corner, what a sight
Better watch out I've gone feral, I've gone madd
I've lost what little sanity I had
To the marrow, to the core, my souls gone bad
Talking to a God that's gone MIA
He never listened anyway
That why I stoped, now I never pray
Been driven over the edge with all the pain
Now agony is what reigns
I'm tired of this ****** up game
I'm sick of a life that fosters
Only Demons in my roster
With my mask, I feel like an impostor
So this skin I'm gonna slice right through
I'll pay my dues
I'll leave a blood stained hue
Then I'll slink back from where I came
Heaven or Hell it's all the same
They both play the same vicious game
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
It's already past midnight, no more light is there,
On black velvet lays the heavy somber night;
On my forehead linger memories of your hair:
"My distant love, when, near me, will you alight?"
You are gone. As if you have died. Where are you? Where?
Separation possesses death's woeful might,
In heart tingles and passions, in soul doubts and scares:
"I'll die this eve and after my dear take flight."
"Love is not joy!", do you know when you said such things?
"Love, it is a wound, one that so horribly stings,"
"Love hurts, it hurts, as only life of pain can hurt,"
"Woe, woe are they whose love is madd'ingly stalwart."
You're wrong. Love is pain, a flame burning to the bone,
But it only hurts when I'm lonesome – as a stone.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
A flexible sanity
A rigid madness
So seems divided
My weary soul
An intersecting of mirth
And misery
Why does it seem
So hard
To express my feelings
This lonely night
As I sit alone
In this small coffee house
A half eaten piece of cake
Before me
I take a drink
And think of my situation
The hiss of the cappuccino machine
Reminds me of the tiny voices
In my head
That constantly whisper
And tell me I am worthless
I try to ignore them
But they are too many
And speak too loudly and often
My mind is a jumble of theories
And facts
And deadlines
It's quite madd'ning
I can't escape
This cacophany in my brain
One voice tells me to go left
Another right
And yet another tells me
To stay put
For I'd only wind up back where
I am now
A failure
So I claw at my face
And stuff my ears in vain
With cotton
No matter what I do
I still hear them
And I worry that
I'm going crazy
Ha ha!
Maybe I'm already there.
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
**I am caught • madder than a hatter • I ain't shocked • my eye gleam shattered • what a waste • a bitter taste • only spuded poison from my face • the rabbits howl • in the sleeve of my vein tunnels • my blood is jelly • confettie are the teeth I jagged thier silly's • mad in my heart and chest are teething • I am caught • madder than a hatter • all the crows flock • revenge is never better. © The Madd Hatteress
#WeAreAllMad
©MaddHatterQueen**
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
It is possible
for grammar to-
be a mistake ... sometimes
words are
NEVER perfect
I type,
text
errors
true words,
though
run like a stream
FLOWING
from my brain
BUT
this brain
my brain
had been
under construction
for all
my entire being
words
were born in here
in my brain
developed
collecting
images
from my....
surroundings
elevation
no conclusion
BUT
I was counting
scrambling numbers
poor additions
about life
adding, nothing
NOT YET.... no method
salvation
with a bit
of seizure
relying on them
to save me
deppening on them
to revive a tune
to make these mistakes
look pretty???
There are
many languages devided
= many errors in
perfect grammar
+
the ones with gutts
rasing amo
graph-ic-assurence
firing reprisal
______________________=
unique insignifacance
intellect that does not belong
to the world
it is possible
for mistakes
to be a grammar
unexplained
not understanding
why I have to prove
perfection
when
there is no such existance
in humen kind.
© The Madd Hatteress
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
I got haters left and right almost everyday somebody wanna fight. I'ts funny how people change, cuz one day they with you the next day they someone else's mans. Ya bitch's madd petty if I wanted ya mans i'll have em cuz it's just that simple i ain't even got to try ****** already gunna ride
or die ya bitch's stupid you think you low but ya mand already know you be ******* on da low you
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
**If I could find the Proverbs
arranging them accordingly
Inside these lucid creases
I would die happy, just to
concieve metrical composition
... for all time
I'd scribble heartbreaks and
rescue missions of my soul
to clarify empathy of baptism
that my love is more than love
If I had a key with a heart
bleeding at the crown
I would unlock the poison
So much I allowed myself
in suffering
I am languishing
rib cages, shutting in
all my reasoning to breathe...
were to be found another day
I'd scribe in scrolls
of my 15 yrs of sorrows
hoping your eyes can see
I am just as damaged as
a vehical wreck
Yet a mother of 1
who was lost on a sad
occassion
3yrs ago when I first decided
to bare my deepest and thickest
outpour of my poetry,
I wrote about you
Mathias Ti'avasu'e
..I became the whipping
motherless girl beneath Zues..
Conveyed the impression
at first glance
Writing my storms delicately
as when mommy first held you
helped me describe
my inner workings
so that you might understand
… exactly the mother I could have been
I love you in all of your grace,
your purity,
and your precious life.
And when that time comes
that I may write of you
I could find the words I need
to create heavenly for you
and conquer
... and if this makes perfect poetry,
then why does it still hurt so bad?
© The Madd Hatteress**
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
No escape
Mad Women
MAD GIRLS
MADD CITY
you ain scary
They are
Beat ur *** left in a ditch
You gonna wish
U didnt leave
Mad theives
Queens
Goddesses
Gods
Ask GodRiah
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 9:31 PM UTC