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JAM Jul 2022
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the ******
**** the headlights and put it in neutral
Didn't I do it for you?
Why don't I do it for you?
Why won't you do it for me?
When all I do is for you?
Stock car flamin' with a loser at the cruise control
Someone sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
They want to see us, want to see us alone
They want to see us, want to see us apart
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

I'm out my sorrow, Kilimanjaro
Put it in a poem like Walt Whitman
Short flow with a tall rhythm
Got *****, so I ball with 'em

A million young poets screamin out their words
To a world full of people just livin to be heard
Future generations, riding on the highways that we built
I hope they have a better understanding

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you **** me?

I fell in love again
All things go, all things go
Booked a flight on trivago
All things know, all things know

Know a little bit of love
Goes a pretty long way
Take a look at where you started from
And where you are today
You ate mountains
Drank the oceans
You got knocked down
And kept goin'
In the end you know you got to say
A little bit of love goes a pretty long way

So give a little bit
Oh, give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
So send a smile and I’ll show you care

And your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is Light somewhere.
it may not be much Light but
it beats the darkness

You’ve all that the greatest of people have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise

Though look them over, the wise and great,
they take their food from a common plate

And be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you **** me?

You can’t beat death, but you can beat death in life,
sometimes.
And the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be.
Your life is your life. Know it while you have it.

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you **** me?

If I gave you something to believe in
Could you say my name?
And if you gave me something to believe in
Could I do the same?
Like, if I make you smile, if I make you smile
I've done my job at last
And if you make me smile, if you make me smile
Then we all gonna laugh
Can you give me something to believe in?
Can you, can you give me something to believe in?
Can you?

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love

And a little bit of love
Goes a pretty long way
everybody's lost
And that's ok
Some show it, some hide it
But there's a battle
We're all fighting
So if you're looking for the words to say,
A little bit of love goes a pretty long way

Hallelujah, hallelujah, I just found some faith today
I see you wildin', baby, that's that **** that made my day
And I been beamin' like nah, nah, nah
You can't catch me, you can't catch me 'less you run like moi

No, I ain't too flawless and no, I ain't the best
And no, I don't say sorry and no, I ain't perfect
But I am the man,
I am the man

Holding onto the rabbit's feet
Walking down the sunny side of the street
Shadows creeping at your back
You can forget 'em like an amnesiac

I ain't got no worry, I ain't got no worry
I pull up in a hurry
I pull up in a hurry and say "Have a nice day"

But, I ain't too **** cool now
To ask you how you do now
Hatin' on me, too, yeah, so have a nice day
Why people too **** quiet, yeah?
On a ****-talk diet, yeah, just some food for thought

I ain't a one-trick bro-lo, a gold Tony Romo
Put it in a story like John Grisham
Love me like narcissism
Take one, yeah, my palm's itching
now, it sound *******
Talk **** diet, on a keep it real hiatus
Let's be honest with the work, yeah, you ain't loggin' any data
Let's be honest with the perks, yeah, we ain't lyin' in no hammocks
I go back-to-back with annex, this ain't simple mathematics

I am the man, no, I ain't aim for no crown
But when you mention them, no, don't leave me out

No parachute on me now, I can fly here for free
Find me up in the clouds, that's where I will be

Savin' the day like I'm Zorro
I sing this like there's no tomorrow
I hit the Apollo after tippin' back a tall boy of Sapporo
I stack it like Tetris
While you were binging on Netflix
I was up in the studio, put the pressure on my back
I do deadlifts
So come where I am, I'm way over there
Where they wouldn't dare go
Fear come with love, rather die than shut up
But I guess that's just them, though

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you **** me?

a little bit of love
Goes a pretty long way
Love is really like a wonder drug
Let's medicate
And say goodbye
To the drama
It's a beeline to Nirvana
If you're looking for the words to say
A little bit of love goes
a pretty long way

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby,
so
why don't you **** me?
DAVID Dec 2014
mediante la obscuridad , escondes el deseo ,
tu imagen de fria e inalcanzable , contrasta con
la humedad  perceptible entre tus piernas .
bajo el relieve , el pliegue erogeno , en tu ropa intima ,
tu piel erizada bajo mis dedos tibios y decididos .
  la reaccion  aterida de tu piel erizandose ,
al mirar el fuego en mis ojos .
el vaticinio del desden post coitum , la humedad en mi pelvis , tu aroma en torno al tornillo que sostiene mi vida , la humedad en mi pelvis ,
rastro de tu cabalgata en mi regazo agradecido .


lo lascivo de tus ojos  sosteniendo mi mirada ,
recorrer con mis dedos , las inperfeciones de tu piel
lo imposible de tu belleza , la certeza de tu deseo , la febril mirada
el eco en mi cabeza , que repite una cantinela , la perorata del perdedor
buscando certeza , el garre firme de tus manos , sosteniendo las mias
el eco en mi cabeza que repite ,  LUCKY ******* , COMO UN MANTRA DE FUERZA .

repitiendo ecos de torzion , lazos de deseo entre vistazos de
tus ojos bellos , ecos del perdedor , para tener un recuerdo de ese momento de esa fantasia .

tu ferocidad  contrasta con lo frio de tu piel , y la frialdad con
que diriges tus ojos como laser .
mediante la obscuridad que despliegas para esconder el
deseo postumo .
ahogados los clamores de tu ****** ,  vuelves al juego , donde la indiferencia y la frialdad son tu  moneda de cambio .
solo que en tus ojos , llevas aun rastros del fuego que sacas de mi alma
de mis entrañas de mis genitales , asi te llevas lo mejor de mi ,
mi semilla mi sudor y mi alma , entre tus piernas y en tus uñas un poco de mi piel , y en tu mente mi recuerdo , el eco funesto de haber amado y seguir amando a un loser ,
translations are personal , and for that y spect that how read this make his or her own translation . besides poetry is better in the original language ,
like reading huidobro in french , the cool  altazor .
Expo 86' Oct 2015
Seu rosto já não é mais o mapa que me guia
Seu sorriso já não representam as estrelas que me fascinam
E as morfina de suas palavras estão longe de ser efetivas
Mas o que fazer?
Sempre soube que meu sim foi carregado de insensatez
E mais uma vez tenho que pensar
Em qual moeda essas fantasias devo pagar
Angustia que pode virar combustível
Ou talvez, raiva que será nosso castigo

Talvez apenas devo esquecer isso
Mas o pensamento de puxar o gatilho
É muito mais forte do que o de sofrer sozinho
E você não sabe como é difícil
Saber que essa noite estarei sozinho
E a falta que sinto dos seus carinhos

Mas agora tudo isso é passado
E apenas agora consigo enxergar
O que onde existia um começo
Coexistia um erro
E o que achávamos que seria amor
Apenas era a euforia de um perdedor que ocupa o segundo lugar no pódio do amor
Me preocupa que de nada haya servido. ¡Tanto!
Que nuestros gigantes sean molinos de viento,
que el llanto se olvide de darnos consuelo,
que el dolor haya sido por montañas
y la satisfacción un mero granito de mostaza.
Que el enemigo sea uno mismo,
el aliado uno mismo,
el juez, el culpable, el vencedor y el perdedor, uno mismo.
Que solo quedemos con los bolsillos llenos de palmaditas en la espalda
y nadie nos reciba en la línea de llegada.
Já são tantos desencontros
que não me encontro mais,
estou perdido sem você para me guiar

Quanto tempo a gente não se vê
Talvez falta de sorte
Ou talvez falte esforço de ambas as partes

E assim sendo, eu vou te buscar

Não sou triste nem feliz
Apenas vivo em um estado de
Homeostase constante
Talvez aja algo maior, mas sou frio
Demais para perceber

E cansado de não conseguir o que almejo
Sempre falando que vou me
Esforçar, mas nunca é bastante
Me sinto um perdedor são tempos difíceis
Não é preciso dizer que sonhei com você

E assim sendo, eu vou te buscar.

Eu sou agua, você fogo,
Eu sou garoa, você furacão
Eu sou calmaria, você  vulcão.
Gerardo Manllo Jan 2018
no era hombre
era solo un niño
la primera vez que senti frio

intente alejarme del juego del amor
pensaba que era yo un perdedor
y llegaste tu y todo cambio
senti lleno otra vez mi corazon

crei que eras feliz
crei que yo era suficiente
crei que a pesar de tu pasado
tendrias el valor de confiar libremente
que inocente

dices que te duele
que nunca habias querido tanto
que sabes tu de dolor
si nunca te has ahogado en llanto
que sabes tu de dolor
si me pegaste donde mas me duele
que sabes tu de dolor

ahora vivo del recuerdo
que alimenta mi esperanza
a veces me siento un idiota
por creerme yo estas palabras

he sufrido tanto
que el olvido ya es amigo
que la soledad ya es diaria
que no dejo de soñar contigo

te quiero tanto
que a pesar de todo lo escrito
te deseo de corazon
que jamas te toque vivirlo
4/11/17

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