"nooo" poems
Am I doing something wrong?
Who am I REALLY?
I think I'm right.
I know I'm wrong.
My true love seems about as real as Spongebob Squarepants.
Did you think he's real??
Sorry...
But he's not.
Can somebody find ME somebody to love?
No?
Yes?
Nooo...????
YES!?!?
MAKE UP YOUR MIND ******
Maybe he is real?
Where is he?
Right in front of me?
Behind me?
Way ahead of me?
I wish he was beside me....
I don't want to be alone...
But maybe that's all I can do...
Or maybe that person is YOU! O.o
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
I'm Having A Relapse
My muscles shaking my bones jarring
I'm stu- stu- stuttering,
I'm Having A Relapse
sleep walking while wide away,
dazed in a dream like state,
I need a fix I'm
itching- scratching
rubbing my hand and thighs
You, You you
oh why'd you do this to me
Screaming & tryna climb walls
I'm Having A Relapse
No no nooo don't stop
higher YESss Higher
bring me closer closure
I'm Having A Relapse
I went to the doctor to get help
He said He couldn't
Wouldn't help me is what He means
I run walk talk to myself
Help me Please!
Shaking, sweating,coughing with drive heaves
I feel so funny I can smell taste & feel it coming
I'm bursting with need Please
PLEASE release this desire
this fire which had consumed me,
Lived in my core my very being,
shut the blinds, turn off the lights,
I wont eat can't sleep,
Walking in a funk ,dazed and lonely
Don't hold me!!!!
Don't TOUCH !!!
Just give in Help me ,
Just um, Please
PLEASEEE,
Just Oh Lawd please
Just um Baby Just
HELP MEEEEEE...........
YESSSSS!!!!!!!
**** ME!!!!
Until I can't breath,
I need YOU.
you Oh You........
You know your the cause of me
Having A Relapse!
*** Addiction Can hinder you or for me lol make love making so painfully good!)
Always me Ayeshah
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
It's common knowledge that after getting a phone number,
one must wait three whole days before giving a call,
to make sure the interaction remains calculatedly casual,
as opposed to needy or uninterested,
which is complete cupid ****
It's appalling that one's intense desire to contact an individual one is drawn to,
is not seen as a mere gesture of sentiment or affection,
but rather weakness and vulnerability.
Even in the darkest and drunkest hours
there will be no super likes,
for no one can afford to wear the heart on their sleeves,
in this world of left and right swipes.
The chase is so overrated not only does it never end,
but also overlooks the catch even when it's finally caught.
True feelings disguised by emojis concentrated into 140 characters
ridicule the ideology of love and romance,
when really we're nostalgic of the times,
we once murmured into brick sized cordless phones at wee hours in the morning,
"you hang up... nooo you hang up first..."
When did meeting the parents not become meeting the parents,
but rather the quick show of another chick to flaunt how well life is going at the moment?
When did compartmentalizing life mean pursuing romantic relationships over the weekends only?
When did to love, to want, to need, to show affection become such girly things,
those who are engulfed by romantic comedies and sensitivity did?
All I really want is to call you and tell you how much I miss you,
and just listen to you breath even if you don't have anything to say.
But, I guess I'll just wait for you to whatsapp me sometime during the weekend...
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Check my frequency static stations easily
See haters after me cuz I invoke catastrophe
To all of my adversaries backed by hells army
Y'all can't harm me turning ****** into barbie
Dolls catch ya slippin' in the bathroom stalls guess death answered yo
Call still holding my ***** middle finger to the laws
Raw as **** uncut lyrics made to gut
MC jaggernaut and what not? Strategized with plots
You can tell I'm from Houston cuz I rap alot
Smoke a few glocks that'll make bodies rock
Hearse flow see how many I can make go
Six feet below my beef is eternal inferno
Feel the temperature rise in my
eyes
Ruthless forever as an outlaw so I'm destined to rise
Double my size fools need to
realise
My raps untouchable say y'all killers but NOOO?
Fuckin' with me you'll be sleepin' with blood on the floor
I'm ******** like nineteen ninety six deep in the mix
Watch for the snakes in the pit they nothin' but culprits
Mad at me cuz my money ain't spent ahhh ****
Another hit made by the ***** King Tut cut
Off my loyalties cuz they undercover enemies
Hidden tactics improvise my
Machivelli
Skills gettin' them kills ending weak
wills
Now I just signed your bills and still
We the rawest
regardless **** any other hating *** artist
We polish 'em
By a landslide makin' casket hides it's suicide
Tryna step to the Southside mafiaso
So
back back before you get ya wig pushed back
My raps more addictive than street crack
Giving the fiends an ear dose til they overdose
From playin' to close to the devil's playground
Though his son in law keep the lyrics raw
This is the styles of an immortal Texas outlaw
Letting off my lyrical shells makin'
hell
**** being carried by six I'd rather go be judged
by a panel of twelve well???
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
Oh
Yeah
mmmmmmmmmmmm
You know you love me, I know you care
Just make whale sounds whenever, and I'll be there
You are my significant other, you are my heart
And we will never ever ever be apart
If I was your wife, I'd never let you make out in the Ann Frank House
Keep you on my arm, you'd never be alone
I can be your Thigh, anything you want
If I was your wife, I'd never let you make out in the Ann Frank House, I'd never let you make out in the Ann Frank House
Girlie, girlie, girlie mmmmmmmmmmmm
Like baby, baby, baby nooo
Like girlie, girlie, girlie mmmmmmmmmmmm
I thought you'd always be mine (mine)
When I met you girlie my Hamstring went whale noise
Now them Iguanas in my Neck won't stop stop
And even though it's a struggle love is all we got
So we gonna keep keep fluffing to the mountain top
There's gonna be one more Hamstring going whale noise
One more Hamstring going whale noise
One more Hamstring going whale noise
Your Spine, my biggest weakness
Shouldn't have let you know
I'm always gonna do what they say (hey)
If you need me
I'll come groping
From a thousand miles away
When you grow beards at McDonalds I grow beards at McDonalds (oh whoa)
You fly big red dragons, I fly big red dragons
Hey
Na na na, na na na, na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah significant other
Na na na, na na na, na na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
If I was your wife
Na na na, na na na, na na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
Na na na, na na na, na na na mmmmmmmmmmmm
If I was your wife
My friends say I'm a fool to think
That you're the one for me
I guess I'm just a skanky fool for my girlie
Uhh ohhh
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Incantation
Strange was the night the harvest moon would serve as the pumpkin dark foreboding grips his heart as he walked what evil brewed
There were those recurring stories they were filled with mist had a groggy affect you slipped between the calm to the terrifying
Was it true did it really happen he was set to find out he always fancied himself as an investigator one who could probe the stewed
First he must find his way into the incandescing glow there he would separate fact from fiction at the very door of Haitian voodoo
He was set to meet Papa Legba he was in the form of an old man the gate keeper to the spirits and their world nonsense or truth
An old grass shack was where he had been instructed to go he entered saw a few ceremonial items setting on a crude altar
One thing for sure this god was not rich but devilment requires not earthen wealth but the souls of it followers behold the sooth
This babbler this one who transfixes minds on moon lit nights weaves the web no one will ever escape from and why would they
Come to this foreign chasm an opening that invites ever yawning behold its misteh mysteries dare not be afraid you will be wise
Here the weak are made strong the dead assist the living feel the cold clammy hand that desires to engulf you just surrender
The candles they will bring bondje or bon diea French for good god see him coming from the water under the sea oh great one rise
Tell us your humble servant what to do to own the night never to be frightened again by any circumstance you are foresworn as victor
Get on with it face your enemies send forth the vestiges of confusion the essence of delusion they will unknowingly do your bidding
It comes like a tidal wave the power oh what sway it holds you in its dark embrace moods enliven oh how it pervades stunning
There are no bounds no end this was what you were created for rifle the world all contents of moral chains forgotten are you kidding
One small thing our agreement has a catch put forth your hand the ceremonial knife must sacrifice tonight I’m the only one here nooo
Voodoo has mystery one to die for look well into your own soul on this evil Halloween night
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
She never had the best life.
Her brother used to always beat on her.
So at a young age she experienced the feelings of worthlessness.
As she grew up her parents taught her wrong, encouraged bad behavior, that's my girl they would say.
When puberty hit, she wasn't just that wild child anymore.
Now she was a downhill spiral.
She no longer knew self-control, or common morals.
She met drugs & "fun" friends.
Together they experienced different practices.
Few were good.
And now she walks around like she's in a rush, like a stiff, frantic, paranoid person.
You know what I'm trying to say.
A crack head.
NO!
NOO!
NOOO!
Where did that beautiful, innocent little girl go?
Why couldn't you have been strong?
Why did you have to change?
Why did you never like yourself the way you were?
Why did you give up?
I LOVED YOU!!!
You were precious!
You ruined yourself.
But the question that hurts the most, is did you overdose on purpose......?
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
I like Stephen King
Not for his plot twists of horror
But for how he notices the very real
Human tics
And ideosyncrasies that every posess
Making us unique
Just like everyone else
He would notice
Let's say, something like;
The bored housewife
Sitting at her kitchen table
Drinking coffee with one hand
And hitting on a joint with the other
Like she's reciting rosary
To E.L.O.'s "Bruce, don't bring me down, Bruce, don't bring me down,Bruce, don't bring me down, Bruce, don't bring me down, Bruce, Don't bring me down, , no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.
Nooo-oooooh-oh
(I tell you once more before I get off the floor don't bring me down)
Bruce...
His next sentence jolts us
The bored housewife's ceiling
Would then fall down
Crashing down
On top of her
Smashing her skull
Buried under drywall and brick
Gotta love the details
But afterwards
Will the once bored housewife
(As well as you and I and Stephen King?)
Be given a test?
What Did You See?
What Did You Learn?
What Did You Do?
Did You Get It??
Will we need to sharpen number two pencils?
A mortalist?
We live here but once
Stephen King
Bored housewives
You and me
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
Cold rain falls
Patters on my head
I look to the sky
My eyes turn red
Flickering pupils
Dilated so wide
I tear off my shirt
Embracing skies tide
I open my mouth
To catch some raindrops
Tasteless liquids
Nothing makes the pain stop
Collected water boils inside
My mouth once dry
It's now a simmering ***
The demons inside me
Make everything hot
Deep inhalation of fresh air
I understand why I'm here now
I'm no longer scared
Steam streams out of my body
My hands are on fire, my lips tingle
I look to my left, a lamppost glows
I turn to my right I see people mingle
Outside a late night cafe, their life simple
A bus stop ahead with two people there
A man and woman, he touches her hair
I place the palm of my hand on the lampost
Just to lean and wonder how I'm here
The shade bursts and sparks fly
The woman at the bus stop screams
"Nooo I don't want to dieeee"
As the fluorescent lights fizzle and pop
The man she's with falls to his knees
Grasps his head "no please make it stop"
The small group of people freeze
Outside the cafe they violently fit
I don't know what's happening
I assume it is me doing this
I try to let go of the lamppost beside me
Pulling my arm with the other hand
I finally break free
I too now fall to my knees
Getting up is hard
My joints creek
With mechanical movements
I go over to see
The couple at the bus stop
The girl lays on the floor now
I shake her but she is surely dead
Her eyeballs have melted to red goo
The man still firmly grasping his head
Looking at him I don't know what to do
He chants repeatedly in words unheard
The people outside the restaurant
They're all still fitting
People are with them now from inside
I step backwards in to the bus shelter
Fear surges through me again
My conscious spirals a helter-skelter
Trying to hide from the people outside
Hearing sirens now my eyes dilated wide
I'm clueless as to what has happened
Panicking I run past the lamppost
Glancing at it as I pass
A dark black hand print is melted in
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
We stand there laughing
As lobsters are fighting
I suggest their plotting
some kind of escape?!
You tell me *nooo,
they're definitely fighting.*
We stand and watch it out.
I lean against you and smile
at this tank in the store.
Then we move on
and continue to explore.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
I was told by A"shrink"LAST month that I had Hypermania because I talk faster than the average Joe or Jane. I said, you know, some people read faster than average too. People speak at a speed they are comfortable with. If they don't want to make mistakes during speaking, they tend to speak at the speed they read at or maybe a bit slower. I on the other hand happen to speak fluent gibberish, because I am a virtual speed-reader of ******* so I have a go at it comfortably. Just joking, I don't read ******* I will admit I should slow down when doing a Poetry Reading though, because you shouldn't rush through such. It's kind of like hauling *** on a motorcycle on the scenic route while on a weekend cruise to relax. Anyway, to top off this he claimed another qualifier for my Hypermania was that in my writing to him I was in such a hurry that I "accidentally" wrote abstruse when I obviously wanted to write abstract. I said, "Nooo, I meant to write abstruse." It is a word. It just so happens that one of the definitions of abstract is abstruse -ha ha. But he didn't know that until I told him. Abstruse- Difficult to understand. It's a word, Doc. Ha ha, WordDoc.
You told me you thought I had an extensive vocabulary in the first 5 minutes of meeting with me, so why would you assume it more likely that I ******* up so grossly on a word, than consider the possibility of a word existing without having crossed your eyes or ears? Lol You got a picture in your head of his eyes crossed, didn't you? Me too. ;)
But yeah, I was "hypomanic" during the observation. Shhh... Even a broken clock is right twice daily.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
"Sleep when you're dead",
"Oh come on, liven up",
"What?? Nooo, please come",
"One two three drink!!",
"Snap out of it!",
"What's wrong this time??",
These and more, are phrases used by you "normal" people, in a ploy to entrance us very special, very unique, very very awesome people who have a condition known as depression.....
We'll sleep when we want to,
We'll liven up when our brain chemicals allow us to,
We'll come along when, or if we have the confidence to,
Don't.. Don't ever tell us to do that,
And, what's wrong?, if you knew us at ALL, you'd refrain from asking that question!,
Think on normals, we have feelings ya know!
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
***** addled eyes
glare bamba laya
dance monkeys
and thrill freaky
tinkling lady fingers
that glide rosy shaped bottle *****
for laden boughs
of wick and petrol mix.
she said
dont make me say 666
possum claw and dagger *****
kissy talk
ooo nooo nooo
not the inflatable Jesus with silver fangs
that tears mercilessly
at my innocent trembling curves
and promiscuous spirit
her sighs and thighs
like flesh stellar nebula
opens curtsy ****
red mutating mouth
labyrinth of undulating petals
gasps spit and pearls
this swallowing scavenger
throat of spiral armed galaxies
like sails of fire
yield wet lips
while diamond eyes smoke
hounded moons
to lick summers perfume
menstruum's ****** tongue
drinking you
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
You will burn in Hell, for all eternity
Burning red hot coals, grief and agony
-
Were you a ******* ***** Drug dealer of a thief?
Nooo…a lovey dovey “Christian”, “faith” was your motif
-
You were goody-goody, every Sunday went to church
Ha! Is that so? Your religion is a smirch
-
Pray tell explain, why you don’t know ****
“Goyim” is a word, that best does you befit
-
Do you have a Bible? Or diarrhea on a page
Can you discern? Will THE TRUTH assuage?
-
Unless you have the KJV, the book you have is ****
New translations are corrupt, more than a little bit
-
Hey lovey-dovey “Christian”, does this matter? Do you care?
You’re religious **** of you I will beware
-
Not only are you **** Your “gospel” is a fake
Your Jesus [1] is so too, in Hell you’ll burn and bake
-
You will get to prove [2], if you are Elect
Or a piece of **** in a condemned sect
[1] 2nd Cor 11:4
[2] Rev 16:2 & Rev 14:10
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
"The people around me,
They don't know yet.
they don't know..."
That you're the only one...
"Only one---- only one--"
-Look AT US!!!
"I DO!!!"
WE ARE REAL
I cover my face,
I've started rocking again.
... Something to sooth an infant,
so why not me?
Because 'we' are here
No...
Say it, where WE can hear you
"no... No... NO! NOOO, No---- no, no, no."
I feel my fathers hands on my shoulders
shaking me, awake.
Another nightmare, I hear.
He holds me in his arms,
drenched in fear and sweat.
They've gone...
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
it's 5 am, and i'm the loneliest i have ever been.
this used to be different, i mean i should seriously be asleep right now, but
there is an intensity that is BUILDING up inside me, i feel it boiling over and my insides, they can't take the heat.
i don't know how anyone can feel like this, but this is the only place i know where to start..
and god i wish i could remember what started this feeling, what lit the fuse, but now i am a time bomb, and i am scared that i will lose.
lose everything i love, and lose this game i'm in,
i really don't understand though, i believe we have all have sinned.
so what makes me different, what makes me so bad?
is this just cause myself was the only thing i had?
and now i have it all, and i have the tools to succeed,
but i can't ******* bring myself to do it, i am helpless on my knees.
god will you help me?
isn't that a ******* joke,
like seriously we are alone,
and i know you have always known,
but back to the subject at hand,
i'm going ******* crazy, and i keep trying to understand.
i can't sleep at night, and there is a ghost in my room,
nooo, not the kind that haunts you, the kind that scares you to a fool.
and he whispers that i am nothing, softly in my ear
but guess what, he is nothing, i am just making that up.
you probably think i am crazy by now, but see if i give a ****
because i know you can relate, because everyone has it
the fear in their head, and i know you can't shake it
so just take one thing with you, after you finish my text
remember that i finished this, at 5:06 am, and i probably am still depressed.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
I got purple haze in my brain
things just aint the same
im never excited i dont know why?
Excuse me while i kiss this high
Purple haze staring all around
dont know if im up off gravity
or on the ground
Too **** high in this worldly game
i feel the evilness in my veins
never satisfied til i explore my brains
cuz lately things just look the same
Purple haze a hit feels like many days
Radiate my soul like sun beam rays
Urgin' for a crave
whatever it is that chick put a spell
on me
Oooo oooooo oooooo nooo
yeaaaaaaaa
I cant go on like this .this got me in a trip
im going ludicrous
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
*I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom
Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days
Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents
No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth of that poem*
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
"On my god, whats that roar?"
- its the love stuff babe, you are looking for ;
**** your collar up and shout out the show -
"Nooo, i doubt will it announce the ***
"What's going on ? What's real or fake?"
- Relax honey its the purple lane -
"Oh! a ball of sugarcane or slime?"
- chuck all ************ -
( LET'S HIT A LINE )
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:08 AM UTC
Does anyone else ruin other people's knock knock jokes 'cause it's funny as hell? :P
example: knock knock
it's open
no!!!! knock knock!
Go away I'm sleeping!
stop it! just do it properly! knock knock!!
sigghhh who's there
Lettuce!
Oh! Hi Lettuce! Come on in, I haven't seen you in forever? How's life been? Stuff at the office going well?
NOOO!!! stop wrecking it!!!
Does anyone else get WAY more excited about the bubble wrap in their gift than the actual present regardless how old you get?
Does anyone else try to register under a username that is actually significant or symbolic somehow but every single one is taken and eventually you end up going: *pfftt ***** creativity. I'm just gonna smack my forehead into the keyboard and hope for the best. 78yl4hkjgosreiuh. there. good enough.*
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
I have been patient
not always
but mostly...
for a very long time.
Occasional outbursts
of NOOO...please!?!
have startled
and driven you
to hide again
Hurt humanity gone awry,
I hold my tongue again
while you walk away...
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Everything drops from view
And I can see my perfect landscape
I take a step forward,
just to make sure.
And I'm free!
I run around wild,
Jumping high in the air
and rolling down hills.
Then it all starts to fade
and I'm just a spectator.
Nooo!!!!!
It's only when you wake up
that you remember all the things you wanted to do
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 9:10 PM UTC
Hold still I won’t be much longer,
Hold on, changing definitions for a changing state
Carry on carry me if you can
To the next dream
Keep it clean
Life never matches what we mean
Hold still I won’t be much longer,
Hold on, changing definitions for a changing state
I will not no no nooo
Absolutely never, fit your frame
Can it be that I’m the lonely one?
I just need something to lean on!
I guess I’m quite happy!
Hold still I won’t be much longer,
Hold on, how can this be I’m not angry
Carry on carry me if you can
To the next dream
Keep it mean
Maybe less distorted.
Hold still I won’t be much longer
Hold on, how can this be I’m not angry
I guess I’m quite happy!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC