"outkast" poems
i'm really good at similes
comparing myself to things that are not me gives me a sense of good ego
and makes me feel like i'm not in my own skin
but i hate being similar to something
because all we wanna be is different, a bit out of the typical box
but somehow if we're compared to normal at least we have the mind state,
at least no one will exclude us
i've been abandoned
but what gives me comfort in the outcast
is english language slabbed on my paper and a slice of outkast at 12 am
we've all been taught in grade school that original is the way to go
the path of happiness
but consequences often go unmentioned and unnoticed
i've been normal, or at least compared
been a simile my whole life
"you're a lot like your brother you know"
i'd rather be excluded than have set up expectations from a man 6 feet under
i don't know where i'm going with this
a part of me wants to be excluded from the box
a part of me wants to have normality to lean on
a part of me loves being compared
i'll always been a good at similes
i'm the human embodiment of figure of speech
except i don't even want to talk
just keep on tak tak taking on this keyboard
hoping to find something similar
to self realization, self reflection
i only want the similarities to good feelings
because **** is all i've felt
i guess being almost there is better than never there
i'm a lot like myself
i'm undecided
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
My skin is black.
But my black friends say I'm white
My white friends call me their black friend
My Spanish friends just don't know
My Asian friends think I'm smart.
But would take me more serious if I was white or Asian.
My boss doesn't see my potential
Society sees me as a statistic
The government sees me as a number.....
Why can't I just be a human?
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
Inspired by: Toilet Tisha by OutKast
Spaced out
Brain out
In space
Checkin stardust
My timewaste is
Just a journey to the center of my soul
With the far reaches as my goal
And the cold wastes as my place of solace
Feelin soulless
Pacin in my brain
Shy away from sane
My plane doesn't fly
It hydroplanes on to other planes of existance
With no assistance
Sliding on a rainy runway
It's a jetplane with a runaway
Who close his mouth
When he's got the most to say
But not enough hope to pray
He implodes
A black hole
That warps him
Warms him
Like frostbite
Deadeyed all night
But he's never felt more alive
Lost in the thoughts of another life
Based barely in reality
Impressionism over realism
Is it really healin him or killin him?
That's the question of the hour
Sittin in the head till it spoils
Goin sour
Green eggs and ham
With a side of sacrificial lamb
And extra power
Now imagination junkie's
Feelin weak as his soul slowly
Drifts back
Drips back
In to his irises
To the land of the living
While sipping with Osirises
Feeling riotous
While his lips split
Dry with the taint
Of the fountain of youth
Sittin there rotting away
Without use
Tryna meditate without medication
Racing to slow down
Before the "Why?" in the road
Cuz once he gets there
He knows
He'll never know
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
He took issue with the small gestures in life. The birthday message from a friend not seen in a decade, the idol chit chat that filled the cafe's, cinema's and other such places, proclaiming them fraudulent unthinking habit, a motion with no true sentiment and in return the followers of such social constructs took issue with him - or worse, pitied him.
He despised most human interaction because of this. Often being told that he 'rubbed people up the wrong way' or was 'too antagonistic' He just saw this as another excuse to expel him from the group (whatever that group was) All because he didn't partake in the usual social etiquette and fakery of the masses- this view only led to him being mocked further and neatly labelled as a stroppy, teenage rebel. His thoughts and voice cut down with replies of "Aaah stop feeling sorry for yourself!" "Stop going on about it!" " You're soo negative!" Because in all honesty nobody wants to be around a down in the dumps, killjoy, party pooper right?
He could find no solace in the little things nor understanding in the greater questions of life, so he drifted along. Bitter onlooker to a species so separate from his own. Desperate to somehow integrate into their ranks but convincing himself that such thoughts were mere acts of desperation.
And he was a desperate young man, desperate and despairing at his separation from the world and all others in it. Yet admittance to such feeling would rarely depart his form. No, he would mock and ogle at them from afar.
He would rather be Outcast than Cast Out.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
.... I’m leaving Neverland, never to return again,
I’m leaving Neverland, for real & forever man,
& this is not an attack, or any other act of aggression,
this is not an insinuation or malicious accusation,
no need for Mesereau to get an acquittal through vindication,
because the fact is, I still love you, Mr. Michael Jackson,
& I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I am for real,
never meant to make your daughter cry,
I apologize a trillion times,
now I’m Outkast, self banished myself like Lauryn Hill,
so Leave Me Alone, I told you I’m sorry Ms. Jackson,
& if truth be told, I still love you Mr. Jackson,
I still love you Michael Jackson,
& I’ll tell you what I think happened,
I think you were robbed of your childhood when young,
& your whole life you only wished to have one,
so you could feel safe enough to play & have fun,
& the only way to ever have the childhood you never had,
was to create your own sanctum paradise & call it Neverland,
with a ferris wheel carousel fairies trains giraffes & elephants,
your own fairytale so you’d never have to grow up, Peter Pan,
& you were so pure & kind & innocent,
& you really just wanted to play,
but over assumptive suspicious judgmental perverse minds,
made accusations called you strange & put you on display,
there is nothing worse than false accusations,
placed on an innocent man in an abrasive way, ...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #27 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023
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∆
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
This.
Is an ode
to Hip Hop
to Bob Sop
and Rob Top.
You flop mop the back drop
And sweep the front shack shop.
"I CAN'T HEAR ****
Well.
Listen up gramps and stop licking those stamps cuz I got a bit more for ya then this sweet little dance.
Lemme tell you a story
of a few men who gotta bit more then glory.
We got 2-PAC, wutang, and snoop Dogg with a ciggie.
Eazy-E, Jay Z, Eminem and Biggie
Outkast to outlast 2000? I mean really.
Ice cube and Cool J won't keep it too hot.
Need a shot for the cold you just caught?
il throw you a deal- 50 Cent,
and dr. Dre?
He's yours, all yours
but just for the day.
Run Dmc, busta rhymes, slick rick, and tech nine
Oh! And a tribe called quest.
Alright. Ok.
Il give it a rest.
Dear gramps. Dear grams.
Just want you to know
these men- they're the best.
Now let's go to the show!
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I wonder if they knew,
Or did they just blow their cue,
That the children locked in those cages
Were treated so outrageous?
And though it strains belief
They couldn’t even brush their teeth
Nor, use a bar of soap to bathe
Yet they’re who Marvin Gaye said save!
They present an opportunity
For the Colgate brand to be
Their toothpaste of choice
If their mouths are full of it when moist
Colgate at least should try
To be their sole source of supply
They could give those kids some hope
With their toothpaste and some Soap
Imagine that being your child,
Commercial ready with a Colgate smile
Do you get what I mean?
Like Outkast says, “So fresh and so clean.”
We can stop this insanity
With just a little humanity
And furthermore we can explore.
Not having them sleep on a floor
Beginning with a Colgate smile
We can turn back the dial,
And stop those family separations
For those caught in border migrations
They’re simply seeking a better life
An escape from the toil and strife
And crazy as it might seem
They bought into the American Dream
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
givin' a shout out
to all the young fellas
chasin' cheddar
Clenched fist on the berretas
cuz im go getter
like my hoes wetter
than the average twist
Up the meanest cabbage
born a savage ill die a savage
these are just
the tales from the hood g
Some how i thought it would be
Easy in this life boy i was wrong
But outkast built in me
no phonies on my block
we all had to knock
a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle
we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es
some time my minds
spins faster than helicopter
propellers
aint neva chased a yella-
bone phone home back to my hq
Yellowstone
soon cuz i feel the doom
sealin' my death soon
boom
there i go into another dimension
with all my past folks
blowin' smoke
sayin' jokes
we havin a good time
kick a good rhymes
feelin o so fine
drinkin' jew red wine
no body cant come between
my happiness
if ya know what i mean
aint no hate but i got hate
to all haters
watch me catch a gun in they pate
but thats reality
friends turn to foes i suppose
???
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
The bottle stares at you with defiance,
It's the one thing that makes you different than the rest,
One wrong move and your an outkast,
Pushing in the middle of a crowd going the wrong way,
Shunned out forever,
So you try to blend in but people know,
Your secretly marked forever,
With a symbol of different.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
givin' a shout out
to all the young fellas
chasin' cheddar
hands on the berrata
cuz im go getter
like my hoes wetter
than the average twist . cabbage
born a savage ill die a savage
these are just
the tales from the hood g
outkast built in me
no phonies on my block
we all had to knock
a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle
we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es
some time my minds
spins faster than helicopter
propellers
aint neva chased a yella
bone phone home
soon cuz i feel the doom
sealin' my death soom
boom
there i go into another dimension
with all my past folks
blowin' smoke
sayin' jokes
we havin a good time
kick a good rhymes
feelin o so fine
drinkin' red wine
no body cant come between
my happiness
if ya know what i mean
aint no hate but i got hate
to all haters
watch me catch a gun in they pate
but thats reality
friends turn to foes i suppose
???
once upon a funky rhyme
i laid this beat so hard
it should be considered a crime
uh minds was blown
six feet deep as my spirit sinks
lower than a submarine
no radar could locate
my reality in actuality i be
silky smooth cuttin the groove
make ya wanna move
ya feet check my afro thick
with a fist pik n stick
the baddest hos with the baddest flows
cadillac music in ya trunk
so dont loose it
rhymes is choosen carefully
me and partna be
enticin girls like teddiy
pendergrass rough as a diaper rash crash
gotta make this cash
on delivery cods down for opp
opressors pimpin the poor
time to even the score sound the drums for war as i soar
in the mothership with two clips
on my nine blunt to lips
even got my girl packin
pistols n **** quick to whip
lift a fool out his frame
rick james cuz i got fire and desire
roll over ya *** like a set of tires grip the game like pliers
as i add peak to ya amfliers
who am i? Kb (killin'beats)ill be like this til they day i die
my homie and i aqueminiiiii
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
Yea its ya boy Yosef
Back up in this *****
******* up be my clique
Comin with a mellow pitch
That old school mix
Like an ounce of fix
Entering into ya veins
Hard for ya to maintain as i drain
All nerves of ya brains
Im stuck on you like white draws
With **** stains
Yea im stretchin it a bit
Leave haters n spectators
Constipated no **** i spit
Quikker than Mcgraw F the law
Destined to be an outlaw
Outkast
Ima back to take whats righfully mind grind
Harder than the next
So i got smarter read up a few books
Of mastermind crooks
Got ***** looks
From peeps who doubted me
But im sittin lovely like r kelly
Why dont ya fly with me
Away on a journey
No mansions be around me
I live in in trees enjoying the breeze
Burning scents smoke out tents
To talk to my ancestries
To help me point out my adversaries
The punch rounds leave with a hole in the ground
Dont worry never scurry hurry hurry
Come one come all
Dont step to me or else meet ya downfall
As i continue to ball
Cooler than an orangutan
eating a tangerine
Messy me im just doing my thangs
Rhymes insane poetry blow ya brain
As ya journey into my mind
Mad lyricist ignorance is bliss
So take a kiss
Mouth full of funk n skunk
Eliminate punks then they the trunk
Full of junk
Girls ***** blunts to ashes
Hit skins so hard im leavin rashes
Like stacy
Made her dash
Not an ATLIENS but houstonian
Reppin da da ***** south
With golds in my mouth
Custom made where all the playaz was made
From a **** a players card to the call of tha wild still i smiled
Though a probem child
So sit back as i count off three two to the one
Lift off preparin for mission armageddon
We aint lettin'
Go holdin it down the industry its like my baby i claim income taxes
Cuz i carry music with love and divinity.when ya see me take it eazy
I pray only in the dark never in the sunlight
Only to radiate my skins cells
No fairytale this nonficiton
Words i speak is true after eternal revenue
Makin venues as we drop vogues
And continue to hit you...
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Years
Decades
Tears of Love
Every photo
Every thought
Every word spoken
The times
The feelings
Drive deep pain in my heart
It kneeds wanting
Needing
Praying I am heard
Felt
Loved and promised
The only
The only thing
That matters is my hope
Tears fall down my cheeks
From my eyes it rains
A pit in my stomache
Major anguish
Anxiety
Fear
Hate
Desire
Panic
Mania
Discomfort
Jealousy
All wade down like a hell in life
Why did god make me I ask myself
I fight to live for love of nothing
Nothing matters
When the water runs dry
Theres no want
Just death
Sorrow
Failure
Guilt
No shimmering light
No hand reaching out
Words spoken
Words unheard
Where is my wife
What happend to me
Why am I crying
Mariah Carey makes me cry
It hurts knowing
It hurts seeing someone in my place
On my throne
In my house
In my bed
Holding my wife
Kissing my woman
******* my love
The abuse
The greed
The uncanny
The unfaithfulness
What can one do
Where can one go
Will this ever be over
Will death save me
Will this darkness pass
How do I rid this sorrow
I am tortured for being faithful
Stabbed for being born
Ridden for fighting back
Outkast for wanting more
The care I have is dead
I want this burden to end
Mariah Carey makes me cry
All I want is to die
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC
I was becoming for the record I know I'm a liability what I administer is formation that was created from my days my minutes ...that cop that came to rescue us when everyone left gave me his shhhhh he said no one will believe you OK ..All pretty all beautiful soul dancing ....suppress your only a savage !!go look after your kids look at you disgusting... OK !!! that worker did an assessment on me ..unfit no good violent..but I can't tell you that I cry every night I don't even sleep in my own bed!! I make my kids sleep in one room just in case we have to jump out the window... but wait I'm violent I'm unfit I'm trying to protect myself from Mr. and Mrs. originally we were put on medication because were unbalanced and we need help psych ward is next for you you crazy Indian!!! I got to make it home tonight I sit in love for my family no one can take that from you !!it's mine !!educationally I sip this rage I sip this patience pour this quality into my baby girls I promise ...that Stagger makes you look vulnerable the cab driver pulls up loud music says our native slangs personally hand his number now he has us First Nation women on target !!!! where are you I just saw you we just spoke of our kids growing up together ...where are you I was trying to make a way I didn't have enough for this ..I'm sorry ..I'm lost I cry now ...you speak ..voice me tell my mama I love her my kids show them they're the greatest and to walk forward breathe me alive in your voice!!... they're going to call an apology accordingly as order is adopted their ways speak like them walk like them dress like them wash like them drink like smoke like them think like them wait I look different than them I feel different than them I try to fit in it just does not work OutKast original first nation take me home now ...I can't stay addicted the pain of civilization the hunger of the reservation the future of your instincts manifested in the waters deep enough to drown sorrows in your own backyard formers retaliating in healing formers regaining strength in value in self governing options on the white paper hidden eyes so black so lost in your formality ...tie your own shoes don't try to walk in ours you have no sole... mysteries of loss graves reappearing lines found by mistake take me by the hand I won't take your truth I reform myself in dignity of my First Nation !!!!mercy kindness truth!!!
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
I love, I love, I love poetry
more than acting, more than making films.
your ego reeks of ****
because you keep looking at me like that.
your ego reeks of ****
because it’s your favorite smell.
your ego reeks of ****
because my ego reeks of ****
we are just mirrors,
wreaking of ****
washing, cleansing,
but the smell never goes away.
the **** you love
is the **** I used to love when I was a kid.
all trends are patterns
repeating, repeating, repeating.
I love, I love, I love poetry,
and it reeks of ****
so hard to clean,
but **** isn’t what makes me sick.
it’s the thought of it
being like that forever.
my friend once told me:
if it smells weird, if it smells good—
the smell only lasts for ten seconds.
so even though your breath reeks of ****
that will change.
oh, you thought I was finished?
we no longer smell of ****
we smell of the best soaps and shampoos
products available in our area.
(that happens to be Safeguard—
this is not sponsored,
but I always wanted a sponsorship.)
this is a poem, by the way.
stream of consciousness,
dictated through my voice,
since I forgot about this feature.
the ego does not smell like ****
the ego has no smell.
what smells is your breath,
and that shall pass.
all shall pass.
as I pass on the baton
to the next muse of my inspiration,
I want to say:
your ego no longer reeks of ****
but if it does, just wait ten minutes.
oh, you thought I was joking?
one more thought:
your ego reeks of ****
because your ego exists.
delete.
oops.
not sure if I’m using this properly.
anyway, I’m not going to edit this poem.
your ego smells like ****
because I made it smell like ****
your ego can smell good if it wants—
like daffodils, cinnamon rolls,
whatever your imagination comes up with.
but I’m too tired to think
of what smells good besides soap.
so I guess that’s my favorite.
as spoken once:
roses really smell like boo-boo
—Andre 3000, OutKast.
once we realize
everybody’s ego reeks of ****
we also realize
we can make our ego smell like soap.
and that is the end of the poem
(for now)
unless I come up with something else.
this is stream of consciousness—
this is my poetry collection—
and yes,
I’m a poet writing about a poet
writing poems about ****
that’s not the point.
the point is:
if your ego smells like ****
you have a lot of life to live—
for better or worse.
and my ego reeks of ****
the more I write this poem,
but it won’t
once I finish it.
so as I bid you farewell,
I say:
I am no Shakespeare.
I am no Oscar Wilde.
I am Andy Denson.
The next great poet of the world.
And even if I’m not, I don’t care.
Because at least—
my ego doesn’t reek of ****
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
i am a child during family gatherings, i am the cup of tea. whispers are spoken but unheard only by me. nobody really really liked me cause i am too light skinned to belong. i grew up being a people pleaser, trying so hard to prove to the world that my birth meant something. that i matter, solving everyones problem but mine. in the end nobody cares, i have been manupilated, used and taken for granted. i just want to belong to anything and realized that an outkast will always be an outkast
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 11:22 AM UTC
Golden touch of honey, sweet lusting ebony, when ya next to me,
**** silky, baby dont try to milk me, I'm tryna, open up ya heavenly,
Hellish ways, dedicated to the loves ecstasy, deeper than Barry,
White, dim the lights, dont try to fight, the greatest might,
Taking, ya Aurora, to the highest heights, thighs mad burning,
Break ya clutches, turning, feel ya lust yearning, as I'm learning,
Ya body, vibes to the frequency, of the The Temptations,
My girl, stroke ya til ya start to earl, from ya, glistening pearl,
Feel ya pain, circling in the world, girl I adorn you, never harm you,
Only do, what the real players do, lick ya down, til ya face frown,
Let the kundalini energy, break out the negativity, much agony,
Free as I break, out from the top of the key, unlock the freaky,
Side out of thee, atomic dog barking the hardest, in your yard,
Dont push me, I like it gushy, with ya oily ***** caress ya breast,
Tongue rotary, around ya ******* see ya mind, start to dribble,
Out the nasty, eyes rolled back, break the tantra energy,
Ya see me, baby I could perfom in 9 D, off of gravity, easily,
I could back up, but hold up, I cant shake, the sudden abrupt,
Icy cup, feels of the Moscato, empty the bottle, push ya throttle,
Fog up, ya natural goggles, as I flip the switches, on ya toggle,
Tomorrow never promised, but I promise, to do the honors,
Let's sway, away from the dishonors, scholars of love collars,
Makes ya wanna holler, ya inner city blues, short the biggest fuse,
Let ya thoughts cruise, as I meditate ways to bruise, I choose,
You, like outkast, baby dont bypass, re,flecting, me like sun off of glass,
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC