"phresh" poems
i get it.
you're more frustrated than Holden Caulfield.
don't blame the taxes
for your poverty,
blame the suits who impose the taxes.
"Gosh **** it, my phresh new frames broke."
but her anger made her happy.
Jamaican me frustrated.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
and whos to blame for this insane game
the rest of man kind would think its fine,
i love the world but does it love me back?
infested in my life i been hacked
whos to know where we'll be in 15 years
how many of us will shed those tears.
when every moment arises,will you be tall,
condemned we'll be each time we fall,
to remember all of those nights and days,
the times where it was so blessed,
but now its all just so gray,
so muthafuckin stressed
moments in between night and day,
not talkin bout dusk til dawn,
but the day that we are all gone.
hate to love it and love to hate it.
just listen and let your brain take it
what will be, we mae never see.
cherish the moments in your life,
once its all done, was it all just pure strife?
so fill my scars and watch it bleed
once i thought that's all i would need
so much more is left in the world
but how many times do we see just one world
get that natural high and then come fly
open your eyes and breath in the phresh air
soon enough you'll find the ones who'll care
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
At the phresh gates of the Redwood Dreadnaught Blog,
I screamed! I dug a tunnel to
your murderous lips!
Everyone's swimming, but you and I are the Sunburnt Bourgeoisie,
so we'll resign to simply dancing
in my groovy groovy grave.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC