"maked" poems
If he begs you to get back together with him and then breaks your heart,
He's not worth it.
If he tells you he'd sleep with your best friend,
He's not worth it.
If he brings up your past in which he was not involved in,
He's not worth it.
If he maked you want to douse your dreams in gasoline and strike the match against his cheek,
He's not worth it.
If he makes you feel like you are not a priority,
He's not worth it.
If he doesn't cry when you say goodbye for the last time,
He's not worth it.
If he doesn't let you call him late at night because this whole thing is killing you inside,
Then he's not worth it.
If he makes you want to take bottles and bottles of pills just to keep you from thinking about him,
Then he's not worth it.
He's not worth crying over day after day.
He's not worth the untouched food on your plate.
He's not worth those twenty pounds that you lost from lack of hunger.
He's not worth losing sleep over.
He's not worth beating myself up to death.
He's not worth the millions of missed calls you've sent him.
He's not worth the desperation in your voice when you beg him to stay.
He's not worth any of it.
You say you're confused and he doesn't give you closure.
He has all of your things in his house still,
And those things no longer hold value, because he's not worth the pain.
He's not worth the agony.
Talk to yourself in the mall, in the car, in your bed whenever you feel alone.
There are things you never got to say.
But talking to him at this point just makes things worse..
Block his number and all of his social media.
The thought of him ever wanting to come back to you after this will burn holes in your shoes.
He never really appreciated what you had to offer.
And trust me, I know it hurts.
But your friends will never have the right words to say.
Your family won't allow you to drive to his house in the middle of then night when you are broken and hell bent.
Romance, for me, so often ends in painstaking heart ache.
So you need to gather yourself.
Get up.
Brush your teeth.
Take a shower.
Eat a homecooked meal.
Go to work.
Start working out.
And get this boy off of your chest.
Scrub your self in the shower.
One day, you'll realize that this no longer hurts you anymore.
You've done it before.
And you can do it again.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
Ten gassed men. Ten gassed men.
They follow blind in single file.
One turns to spew and break the chain
of shouldered hands and splintered minds.
Ten blind men. Ten blind men.
Each marked for sacrifice,
bandaged eyes and mustard faced,
lungs in foamed embrace.
Ten maked men. Ten marked men.
their eyes see what we can't
in Singer Seargeant's paint,
sights rehearsed and cursed.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Way to the lane
Sam stood under a tree
waiting for Jane
says to himself, "I love thee."
Sunshine furnished the day
it was half past eleven
Sam frenzied and gay
for he will get to tryst Jane.
Past the lane was a park
where lovers hummed songs of love
along with the tune of larks
beneath the heaven above.
Sam walked to and fro
eyeing on the lovers kiss
dreamt of kissing Jane's eyebrow
something he never wanted to miss.
Minutes passed into hours
and Sam worried presently
for Jane's arrival undiscovered
he calls her hurriedly.
Jane's mobile rings aloud
awaiting Sam for the response
some questions maked Sam doubt
he stormed towards her home at once.
On the way his phone rings
immediately picking it up
he says, "Jane!!", curiously
the voice of an unknown cop.
Asking, "Is this Mr. Sam?"
"Yes, it's Sam," he replies
Cop says, "I found your number with this Ma'am,
Middle of the road she died."
Sam stunned and shocked
with a shaky voice he asks, "Where are you calling from?"
Cop replied, "Before highway, near shop Reebok"
and Sam destined for the zone.
Reaching there he finds her carcass
while returning with gifts
sweet Jane crashed with a bus
while she was running swift.
Shattered Sam stood still
his mind freezed and tears dried
woven dreams at once killed
dark clouds defeated light.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 3:44 AM UTC
or it breaks you,
life,
so they say,
this or that,
not both.
life?
it makes you
breakable,
grindeable,
unmaked
in maked up,
washable,
faded faces.
it makes you
unbreakable
broken-born ones,
blended
into crepuscules,
bent rainbows
to the absence of light.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
are holding hands.
I think
they think they are
in love,
in the eye
of a glorious storm,
with aisles of x’s
in text messages,
a wink that suggests
anywhere but here
is better.
The babies of
this century,
maked-up more
than the generation before,
flecks of snow
in a blizzard
of pimples and kisses,
condoms and phones.
There is no jealousy,
just a shift in the times,
a jolt in the system
of snotty noses and whispers.
They look happy, at least.
Love, or something like it,
a blossom in their lungs.
Now, I wonder,
walking,
if they know what comes.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Gypsy faith swirled with wild lebonise tongues touch so close I can make fresh salt water swing into my palms and make orange sunsets fall apart melting and glazing and get close to what I should have rubbed with my hands I don't know why I never only reached out from where I stood. I'm close to every person belonging to me. Not the bitter words slavery I am finally made and maked half the rainy dry baron saharras I distracted with horizon false bare assed view of giant ledggs outside bay glass window widdowers. Don't count clean eye glasses. Spect ovals smeared fingers like skyscrapers below unseen explosions of arts fartsy. Come on expect bird **** people. A clear window. A bird cage cubicle. As Baching went pecking corn and keyboard. Don't be a fat fake chicken. Be a glossy fox. Be marvelous.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
I'm standing in the mirror
I see images of me behind myself
Maybe cuz there's nothing left
But I'm rolling with the punches
Life full of **** so get prepare for the lunches
Eating up troubles every time it steps to me
Gtta keep them tools on me
Never know when ya gotta
Put the nail in the coffin too often
******* wanna try me
Death to the sheriff's and the deputy
Trying ruin my reputation G
Got brothers servin twenty five to l
N ain't never seen bail
We gotta wake up before it's too late
We get maked up
With rogue and tuxedo
I roll torpedos n just let my mind flows
Enemies I see I'm in a glare they can stare
But won't go there
Cuz they know I'm not ya average muthaphukka
Sugar honey ice tea
I see the po pos hitting me
With subpoena but I pull out my *****
Tell em to **** it or else get ****** *****
I can't help it I was made from the war
Still sitting in the eye of the storm swarm
Adversaries like bees making honey **** the money no jokes cuz ain't nothing funny
So I'm coming to a hood near you
All ya gotta do Is make a phone call
Big Yosef gone tear down these muthaphukkin painful Brick Walls
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Since my sweet sixteen
I knew I was a mic fiend
Now I gotta pack sixteen
Clips by the side of my hip
So haters watch ya lip
Cuz my iron grip
Is tight tighter than needle noose pliers
Embrace higher from the tokes of fire
Never gone retire raps Messiah
Whose flows hotter than a dryer
**** daddy hit rumps like Teddy
Pendergrass still I smash
Any beat that's put up watch it rest up
Soon to be maked up
Coroner examiner ultimate dope handler
Universe mind channler
Step to me be a victim to my Dalmer Tactics
Death recipient so destructive
I could never repent
As I rise over any establisment
Now that I'm a grown man
Learned to play my hand
Real well got many stories to tell
My enemies yearn for me to fail
Destined for hell
Out on bail Soon to hear Liberty's Bell
My lyrics so forceful
I'm even turnin dark skins pale
My energy made me
Much stronger longer
Than a nile who's style none could hit the dial
My ****** hits make melons ****
Venomous sticks
Cuz of too much excitement
No resentment fools turn apologetic
Cuz of broken commitment
So haters stop wishin'
Endin' fake rhymers is my ambition
So pay attention
And learn to listen
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
Yeah i was addicted
To happy feelings
Looking at my Momma's belly
ceiling chilling
Hoping I came out with
A militant mind drilling
Holes in my foes left exposed
Cuz the lord chose
Me as soldier to propose
A restless battle war is inevitable
Bullets edible my sources credible
A don like Pac once I rolled on block
All of my homies had the glock cocked
Just in case to knock off a cop
Now drop
I been wishin for a long time
To ease the crime
But since it's pain it take times
I realize I was placed in a place
Curse to worse
Gotta taste but my faith long to waste
My passion is now blasting
Advesaries into an eternal abyss
My slugs don't miss
Sending hell to foes
Casket maked up
Cuz you deeply failed
And if I die tonight
Will they miss me kiss me ?
Or send more gats to empty
To make sure really dead
Gotdamn I'm scared
Though my body tucked
In a casket
How heartless can these ********
Be I'm sleeping peacefully
My family weapin' miserly
Desperately i failed
As I combatant rappin'
My tactics ain't never died
I planned my wake
Just to see my enemies shake
Yeah close ya eyes
And I'm right there
In the dark eternal sparks
Soon to park
My ammunition never missin'
Foes thought I was dead
But didn't listen
Now they clutching
Bellys drenchin' blood
Wipe the crud
Out ya eyes surpise
Mr Yosef on the rise
I pop on you muthphakkaz
Like a surprise open yo eyes
Cuz I'll always get away
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC