"piff" poems
ALACZOO
ALACAZAR
Make me handsomer
PIFF,
PAFF,
PUFF,
There is no way..
Even magic can make that face good,
I'll snap you in two, ill make you kindle wood.
You would do that, I'm where the magic is.
You think your better I'm the Mage,
A stick you are just enchanted wood.
We can do many thinks you and I
But your stubborn,
And my stutter,
Lets never reveal what happened
What happened when I tried that spell,
And we created lawyers.
Now there everywhere about,
ALACPING
ALACBOO
This is the end of this poem
Thanks for reading it all of you
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
Remote control me
'til i score.
No remorse. See
a pill, buy more.
Control irrelevant,
my soul is tore.
The only thing that greets the gore
with a state of well-being.
Piff? I hate such self-fleeting
memories.
A pain to see
but I need pills
'cause I can't sleep.
Remote control me with your fleet.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
In my mind I am diverse
In my soul I carry a curse
To the point I'm in a hearse
Screaming I NEED A NURSE
My words they start to slur
I look but there is not cure
My heart is no longer pure
And I slaughter the innocent
I am a griffin
A monster with the ability to be beautiful
But my soul is to harmful
And my arms are covered in scars
From the days I do not speak of
Guns pointed out of cars
Perked out until I'm in the stars
Room filled with piff jars
**** around end up in a reservoir
I come from a street of broken dreams
A group of mentally deranged abused teens
A corner with more horror scenes then your worst dreams
And at night I sit and embrace the screams
For they echo in my head
From a life filled with dread
And the fire in my heart
Began to spark form the start
For I am a demon
A monster and always will
Because I fell under the horrible spell of the pills
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:26 AM UTC
oh yeah, there's enough Bolognese sauce to go round... round and round the Bolognese sauce goes round, while we milk the cow for the Béchamel sauce! raw eggs the sushi apéritif; eh, Bologna! tiff piff paff bara boom, Arab dead naked in the sand as described by Camus... so forget the mama mia... eh?
the world's too big for us
to encompass a global individual;
not even a bottle of whiskey will aid
the idea... and a Dubai Lamborghini
will not craft an Indiana Jones adventure
either, a global individual is a
mistaken litmus test... a failing...
listen to the peepsqueak pokémons,
i'm not even in possession of ropes
for a stalker motive...
globalisation gave us the distancing safety...
god help us with the internet auto-suggestive
of its narcissistic ownership by rich youth...
**** them to hell and their monopolization of things,
have they even registered the notion
that adverts can be bypassed via pause and forward
and the mute buttons? or did they just spend their
father's inheritance on bling-bling to show off?
here's the mansion... and here's the Hilton gutter...
welcome to Paris, ******
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
I keep lying to myself
Saying I have no expectations
When all I want, is that butterfly sensation
Derived from one of our conversations
Throughout the day
I would glance at you
Receiving the gift of one back, from time to time
Just across from sublime sky blue eyes
Nightfall bestows itself
Here we are drunken eye to drunken eye
Topics being discussed span a broad spectrum, as I hang on each word
I'm captivated by you, yearning for more of you
The morning I rise & crack my eyes
You're there in front of me sound asleep
Careful not to disturb
I make my way outside
I rolled my morning piff
6AM I watch the sunrise
In tune with nature
Birds sing, tree leaves rustling in the slight breeze
I think about you
How you looked at me
Spoke with me
Laughed with me
How fortunate for me
A morning chat
It wasn't just the liquor
I'm feeling something different & real
Our first embrace
Is sadly our last to this date
I wanted to tell you
I covet you
I hear murmurs that hell has frozen over
You have a "crush" on me?
Reciprocated thoughts
Couldn't be?
In turn, I put the word out
The feeling is mutual
And this is where it begins
The lie of no expectations
I reached out to you
In hopes for a response
To ignite intrigue
And one week later I still wait
Even your friend asks me
About how I feel
I express myself a great deal
Not an appeal simply honest & real
I wish you would connect with me
Yet, I'm beginning to think
You're going to recant
Realizing you never meant what you said
It wouldn't be the first time
You would be one of many in the line
I've been fooled before
And made one of myself too
This why I try to lie
Say, I have no expectations
When truthfully
I do
By Axton Rupp
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
I dare not share
So you can stop your stare
I really don't care
For my feelings are rare
I am here with an open mind
For the hidden treasures I can find
But your attitude is so unkind
Stating many others are lined
It seems you are confused
Or you think you've been used
I am not here to be accused
So piff off **** am not amused...
©sim
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
Seal you tight
just to slowly dress you
As light come to body
Your smell dance the room
In out
Out in
Call you piff today
Tomorrow call you another
For your love is like no other
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC