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The Mellon Oct 2018
People are beautiful,

However.

Pretty people please a perverted industry,
Of powerful men
Preferring **** to passion to progress,

Preferring ******* productions over
#metoo protests
As mr. president likes to grab 'em by the p..

Provoking pain-passing-fists
Pulsating pro-rights protests,
Journalists plee for coverage praying no one pulls a
Knife and produces plumes of blood from the press
All while
Young picassos paint Guernica in America.

A broken people of a nation perpatrating hate-

Where red plus blue can only make purple-
But dark blue and dark red parish and persecuted plee for due process?

Plain racism profoundly perpatrates power and policy because polititions prefer power over people!

A parchment in hand is worth two poor people on the shores of Philippine islands passing pork bones around on plastic forks polluteing ashore to portion a pathetic excuse for super.

Admittedly population proceeding proper capacity depleting the recourse needed per proper production for product based programs-
-tax breaks produce proper rich persons-
Poor penny pedalers paddle street corners prostituting their dinner from someone's porch steps.

Pathetic "Presidential" GOPs
Catapaulting propaganda past press outlets producing media paranoia.

Piranhas perhaps are the least problematic politition ashore.
Petulance is peace right?

Perhaps Palestinian misplacement and
Poor communication produce
A melting *** per pound of C 4
Blasting
Terrarist propaganda pasted
On highways toting plywood posters
Providing hate.

Parasitic politics polluting a proud nation
Patrolled by plastic islands and pay-per-view gun violence.
Police brutality providing protection for
Parkland shooting,
The NRA having premeditated lawsuits against progress

Programs protecting people getting
Passed-

-Sorry blocked,

By political party(s)
Preferring deep pockets to
Public safety

Appocoliptic predictions
Loom in present day policy
As unreputable "science" papers
Preach lies to gospel preachers

Perhaps human problems
Produce paper cuts
Peeling skin to skin
For radical apologies to bleed out,

Perhaps bleeding pools
Poor out filling
Evaporated paradise
With EPA Pruit's preference of
Proper science.

Perhaps penguins and polar bears
Produced proper plans:

Die off before the planet plummets per plume cloud of nuclear power.
Or more likely planetary pestilence
For people.
Inspired by Harry Bakers poem "Paper People"
ZACK GRAM Jan 2020
"My Godly Queen"

Hold me tight everything will be alright,
Accept me as your's indefinetly,
Baby...
Be My Valentine...

"ooooooooo"

My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...

You broken down is simple,
You're soul-fully angelic,
You're pure essence,
Oh so heartingly and Godly...

When you add to my day-
They way you share your mind-
The first, last and next word, they count the most...

My Queen My Guardian Angel,
Take this song!!!
I'll confort you and soothe every thought,
Thoughts of you running through my mind...

My Godly Queen,
I am commited,
For the rest of our dayz,
Here to stay,
This loves undeniable...

My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...

Woman you make me feel alive!!!

"Im Singing!!!"
Singing a song about how youre my greatest desire...

Loving every moment,
Sharing this feeling-
Is the best feeling of my life...

"Mariah..."
oooooo
"Mariah..."

Mariah,
Marry Me,
Be My Valentine,
Be My Wife...

"OOO"

My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...

My Godly Queen,
I am committed,
For the rest of our days,
Here to stay,
This loves undeniable...

Forever always by your side,
In my thoughts an prayers,
I love you Mariah Carey...

"OOOOooooWHOAAauuhhhh!!!"

"For the rest of our days"

My Queen My Guardian Angel,
Take this song,
I'll confort you and soothe every thought!!!

My Plee-
My Greeve-
My need-
Our love shines bright...

"My Godly Queen..."
"ooooo"
My Queen My Guardian Angel,
"ooooo"
"My Godly Queen!!!"

I Love You
God Queen
droppin off of the face of the earth
so ******* and ******* betta make a wide birth
im destroyin cities
grabbin *******
causin ****** choas
YOU ******* WANNA GET CROSSED??
my brains gone n busted
YOU THINK I CAN BE TRUSTED?
give me your babies and keys
or dont ill just ****** rob these
houses and homes and GARDEN GNOMES
And WE'LL SEE WHOS REALLY CRAZY
im tellin ya it obviously aint me!
im as psychologically stable as can be!
ya see my doctor says i should lays in bed
pretend for all the world to be dead
he said eat fat foods and shoot up them noobs
no eating your greens
no ******* sweet dreams
and make sure from the sun you hide
just remember ya lil **** dont ******* go outside
well now ive been
so here comes sin
put away your fragile psychi
caus this ******* gotta psych-plee
i was born for one reason
to commit massive human treason
to be the human A explosion
giving way to the long awaited erosion
of you
ya stinky piece a poo
Fuji Bear Aug 2014
Why lame McGee?
Why would you
choose to be,
Lame McGee?
Soon Forgotten
in history,
Only because she
refused a simple plee,
Long Gone,
But not long missed
R.I.P. Lame McGee.
Karijinbba May 2019
Ay
Ay ay ay my old forest land
five little brothers blown
Ay ay my baby boy gone
My loving dad's grave lost

Mom lost her mind
sold my half sis for food
as I ran to convent stunned

Ay USA my coco girl's birth
Henrys infertil mistress bailed
his******* dues selling my
baby girl to her!
impostor posing as Mom-me
!in Torrance CA maternity ward
stole my baby photos

Ay daughter keep away from Moureen
he even gave you daughter her ugly name! sold you like a dog is sold
Evil Henry is no father to you
tried vanishing me and
you in my womb using saline but Mom saved herself and you
called police
before and after your birth
we both were attacked
this truth you must know no matter how painful
your Mother loves you this mother is me I love you you are my beloved father David's precious grand child
your maternal grandparents were good people so we're your paternal grandmother Janet but not your paternal father he was evil biggoted racist don't ever be like him.
I love you so miss you daughter mine your father's seed isn't to blame his sister Elizabeth is sociopath sadistic weekly jealous she is like Henry a Charles Manson's advocate almost turned me pregnant into Sharon Tate 1969 butchered by evil crazed men and followers
same bad people in Greece pray on pregnant women and babies they are the **** of this planet.
I wouldn't do a roach what they all put me and my baby's through.
~~~
Ay my Greek born baby girls
medeas tinted your baby milk
with caustic soda yelling at me to hurt me saying it was to open your sink out of jealousy malice and greed
they said you were killers because hers with him wouldn't be born.
~~
Take heed keep away from Greece and them all they are not well in the head they a lack heart brains courage everything I had in excess to fly away and save us all.
~~~~
ay ay our envious foe
enemy so blind a fool
has died seeing us thrive
Ay PTSD ay free me please.

Ay dear poets potessess
thou in thy worst nightmare have it good and better then me and my kin.

Ay ay poisons potions we won!
we emerged immune even to you stronger mightier better
than thee

my enemies all look at us
living in the land of
the free and the brave
healthy loving caring
Ay sad sure! bitter never!

Ay ay USA ay ay Mexico
Hell Greece and Greeks sits more evil
of lower hells bellow thee  
most vicious cruel of all foe.
I changed Earth for the anti-Christ wasn't born instead my Angels
thrive good destroys evil within

Ay Greek **** mythology drown!
drown Join Atlantis Sodomah
Gomorrah into your pits of hell
itself go sink.!
This is a holy mother's plee
supersticious ignorant greece
We have flushed thee down
deep the bottomless pit
with this tini poetic
metaphor I plee to the Universe the spiritual unseen world above and below.
So wise many a poet
and powerful poetessess
family and friends,
please switch vacation trips to elsewhere in the globe
ending touristic revenues to
food poisoning *****
Hell enic poisoner twisted backwards ******'s ******* lenic Greece.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All right reserved revived 8-2020
true life story.
Enough shared thanks for reading
Karijinbba Nov 2021
You in your wait,
me and in mine,
we've brought to a halt
our whole LIFE for awhile
your garden sprouted new seeds
I don't want to live nor die
without you
You've gone willow on me
I blame only me
Hear my plee and re-appear
bless me ágain babe
Pick me up from this dessert land
where only evil passes by to steal
my last portion of bread.
my last earned dime.
I am homeless near your
gold mine and frozen wind
turbines
in your power bless me.
Please fortune maker
build me an abode.
  Save me from this homeless
exiled purgatory.
I've paid for my mistakes
I am only human spare me.
~~~~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
https://youtu.be/7dtjpC6Oyrw

need your help need you be my friend. 1678-517-5066
loving you only you eternally bless me only you can stop my slippery slide you got power to stop it help me please
Sherrie Lee Hurd Jun 2010
oh, defeat that she will give

past the time she wasted, live

yet,  the tears did drown the sive

but, she still tried to catch them.

Oh, she was the best to please

to all of them and all of these

make behave and make believes

but never did she give it

heart cave in so as  is we

drama filled as I may be

yet so true that you don’t see

what she felt,  she owned it.

needed and yet seperated

the baby cried and so  frustrated

cried. oh woe, for woe is traded

is she.* wipes eyes* yet, undone?

She wandered here and yet she knew

and wandered there and never true

until she found her heart in you

peace and yet her heart is void.

heart felt empty still unknown

Those accusations made alone

wrapped around the rag and bone

choked her half to hell and back

fame her weakness made her limber

finding in herself the member

she hated that she could remember

heart so dark. She held it near.

resented  the betrayal lept

into flames burned all except

someone she admired and kept

in his darkened ego.

she felt it and the  desperate plee

to understand the ways, and the

reasons for her groveling plee

sit within her loss and cried

Of the dwindling pride did  stir

it made the hate well up in her

make believe and then did stir

fear of invisible nothings.

Oh, but words, her only friend

took hold her hand with hungry pen

another world so deep within

made a better her for her

pulling threads that surely scar

bound and stitched her hurt by far

like the strings on a guitar

pulled so close she was them

wounds o wounds with scars that drip

from her eyes I took a sip

with my hand i traced the rip

that made her smile again.
She cuts and opens so darkness can flee.- From The Dark Faerie Journal
Linguistic Play Aug 2013
Oh, but please spare my head of necessities
of the complexities
that are but trivial and non-existential
to the pursuit of living and thriving,
not in a pool of segregating ridden paper,
but in a bath of mentation and minds wide open.

And please bite your tongue,
when the lick of a serpent dances across your taste buds,
when you wish to deprive me that of a young mind
and youthful stride.

I do not wish to be at one with your negativity,
I wish to flee and sprint from your gloomy, pessimistic stint.
Rather, I invite you to join me in the pursuit of creativity,
to strive to leave your imprint,
of sheer, requited positivity.

But if you will,
without a plee,
I wish to help you swing with me
on practiced words and the fleet from stability,
I wish to take you on a stroll,
through and into the soul,
of nothing less than a dreamer,
of a hoper,
of someone so desperately fleeing
from the necessities of the complexities.
Jimmy Karnidge May 2013
My body a float, my ships ablaze
drifting into the last whisps of haze.
I stare into the sun
and feel it glare right past me.

Wind whips my face, hair adrift in mirk
I think back to when that devious smirk
sent me away
and doomed all of my men...

The sand gripped me back, on the beach of my birth
twas the first step I took, into the future, inevitable dearth.
Doomed from the start
but far too blind to see

There on her pedestal, she once was my queen
this far from the shore, her gaze has no chains on me.
twas the hero of yore
absent my name, in the lore

The villain she made me, the destroyer of homes
wasting innocent people, a case of Fomes
has tainted my heart
and wilted me from the inside

Irreparable the damage of that Asp in the sand
holding me close, promising her hand
and cast me away
cast me away
cast me away



Sickly and venom-ridden, my soul and my mind
dreams of the woman who I must soon chide
I float in the mirk
Apollo wont watch me now

I pray to a god, in hopes I catch ear
and am given a chance to return from here
return from here
hand wrapped around spear

cast away away from home
into parts unknown
dying cold in the waters
most stranger to me
most stranger to me
most stranger...

Dear gods hear my plee
give me one last chance
to exact my revenge
and pay my way home
down straight into hell
with her head in my hands
*Shallow eye-light guiding my way
A sequel to "Asp"
I hope y'all like it
Repost: true story appeal.

A mothers plee: Let my children go.
and come to me.
USA FBI ( RDDBBA)
Appeal to the powerful wealthiest.
Save my children and grandkids
Our enemies noone is above the law
The evil doer criminals hide their crimes
Assassination of character their banners.
Dear daughters anyone who lies about mother
Pin it on them they are the culprit.
~~~
Destroying enemies of my grown kids
Protection prayer for the crown jewels
of heroic amazing Moms
Fir a lifetime Mom BBA victim of hate crime in LA by a group of racist haters.
Prayer for justice and freedom against
false friends who lie divide to Maine to **** covertly so.
Assassinating heroic Mom's character and her lovely
Offspring; Ellen Ch,
Rose Abrecht Jeanette Moreen W
(in LA CA( Illinois TJ.Mexico
~~
Destruction of impostor mothers wannabees
Who Maine hurt play with babies lives newborn and hunt down stalk years and years
To pin their evil doing on their
amazing successful heroic survivor
Mother, grandmother (BBA®DD-jpc-AA)

The unprovoqued enemies of my motherhood
© God of my praise, don’t remain silent,®
for the wicked have opened their devilish mouth of deceit against us.
They have spoken to my family with a lying tongue.
They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, they use harrass my young grown children.
continually fightt against me without a cause
.

In return for my love my silence, my enemies
are my adversaries;
but I am in prayer.
They have rewarded me evil for good,
and hatred for my motherly triumphant love.
Set a wicked man over them who falsely accuse me human traffickers i had escaped from.

Let an adversary stand at his their right hand.
When he/she is judged, let our enemies come out guilty.
Let my kid's false friends their prayer
be turned into sin and medical tampering
malignant medical frauds turn on against them all.
Let our deadly enemies days be few.
Let another take their twisted offices.
Let the enemy's  children also be stolen and become fatherless,
and the false mothers, evil wives suddenly be a widow.

Let his children be wandering beggars.
Let them be hunted down from their ruins.
Let the creditor seize all our enemies have illegitimatedly acquired.
Let strangers plunder the fruit of all their twisted labor.
Let there be no one to extend kindness to any of them,
neither let there be anyone to have pity on his fatherless children.
Let his posterity be cut off.
In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by the LORD.
Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.
Let them be before the LORD continually,
that he may cut off their memory from the earth;
because they didn’t remember to show any kindness no mercy,
but persecuted the poor and needy mother struggling to survive all alone,
broken in heart, to **** her.
Yes, they loved cursing, and it came to them.
They didn’t delight in blessing, and it was far from them
They clothed themselves also with cursing as with their only garment.
Evil came into his inward parts like water,
like oil into his bones.
Let it be to them as the clothing with which they cover himself,
for the belt that is always around them.
This is the reward of and to my adversaries from the LORD omnipresent,
of those who speak evil against our soul.
~
But deal with me, GOD the Lord,† for your name’s sake,
because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;
Deliver my children and grandkids hide us from the evil doer in medical uniforms
They maime ****** make it look like accident
Not to avert the authority
of our impending death they trash our medical records.

Lord almighty I am poor and needy God Jesus.
My heart is wounded within me.
I fade away like an evening shadow.
I am shaken off like a locus
My heart is wounded within me have mercy I'm innocent.
I fade away like an evening shadow I been victimized by those who cover their many crines against me.
I am shaken off like a locust.
My knees are weak through fasting.lbI am a sage lord.

My body is thin and lacks fat.
I have also become a reproach to them.
When they see me, they shake their head, feed and inject my family poisons.
Help me, LORD, my God.
Save us according to your loving kindness;
that they may know that this is only your hand;
that you, LORD, have done it.
They may curse, but you bless.
When they arise, they will be shamed,
but your servant shall rejoice.
Let my adversaries be clothed with their own dishonor.
Let them cover themselves with their own shameful sins as with a robe.
I will give great thanks to the LORD with my mouth.
Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.
For he will stand at the right hand of the needy,
to save us from those who judge our humble loving soul.
~~~~
A repost:Biblical truth
All Rights on the personal notation
By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
for and and with Karijinbba
~
https://youtu.be/mufNKaBMNJY

~~~~
My enemy tried to ****** my new born children and later contacted my enemies after divorce to sell them my grandkids lie to my daughters to favour them i did not contact DA again because i feared for my kids life..
The situation must end and wicked receive their rewards by God's hands and the universe cause and effect
Susan and Arthur raitano, Elizabeth Gummeson kiriaki Mandalozis Piraeus Greece with 12 othersl criminals cruel poisoner's
I survived them all! John Christianson blind foolish son in law from hell has been assimilated by the gang if blue collar criminals:
Jeff Albrecht.henry Robert Welonek his wicked ex girl friend nurse killed Ng in the medical field in usa attempted ****** ling me a pregnant young Mom evil nurse.in Athens Medea to Charalambos Mandalozis ***** donor serial killer his evil racist mother father
Jeff's psychiatrists in LA twisted blind family counselor from hell i use this Curse with God's imprint against my kids evil doers. My enemies hunt us down in the medical field may all you do against me and my family who you appropriated bought from ancient trafficants all should turn against you all.
Kristen Mar 2014
Hey you…

Is there anything I can do?

I want to hug you,

Make you new.

If I tried, what would you let me do?



Out there in the cold,

You live your life collecting mold

Sitting watching in the folds

Of your mother’s little scolds.

Will you ever break the mold

Of getting lonely, getting old?



Can you feel me,

Sitting silent while you plee

Letting nature drop it’s flees

While you just stare with eyes at he

Who does not look back when you plee?
I wish I was still knocked
out
Having ****** up dreams
about
Talking curtains, purple fields and
murk
But the pills no longer
work
My body is way too
used
So resistant I can't even
snooze
Oh how I miss those
days
When I was lost in the
haze
The hallucinations reduced the
pain
The insomnia drives me
insane
Valiums and ***** has no
effect
It used to make me feel
perfect
Tonight when I go to
bed
With too many thoughts in my
head
I will swallow you
anyway
I will hope and I will
pray
That maybe this time I can
sleep
Until my alarm starts to
beep
Dear Stilnoct, this is my
plee
Knock me out and save
me
Penelope P Nov 2014
For all it's worth, in chalk and earth
your unadulterated farce
A god, a man, deity claim you plee
unfathomable power, if you don't see me
The viscera shies behind your eyes
folly candidly contained
An artist, you claim
yet no exchange
you do not love me
wandabitch Nov 2012
Do you know why,
I can't sleep, in the attic or the deep?
No Anchor on these tides, treasure box
in a pirate's hope;find the boat.

Drifted on a pierced lip, a fixed kiss,
a mental slip--
on a burnt out Fuze.

Double check for a
red lighter's glaze,
As wolf is entranced in the gaze, of a moon's longing.
              EYE
Take it easy,
little child. A bottle ship on a lover's dream
tossed and turns as sleeper learns,
trust the Sun.

Light so stronge, Life will always crawl
in the uncertanty a simple plee,
to be
           to exist
                           to dream,
What It really is, spinning the compass
to the steady Fun, painted with snow.
As a remote control in
*****-MOAN phase.
Pastell dichter Oct 2016
Her tears still lingered on my collarbone
The sobs that wracked her body still linger
The soft plee of "let me stay" unspoken
Her mother arrived
The car started
It drove away taking her with
"I'll see you tonight" I promised
I will see her
I promise
Gabi Jul 2018
I miss all my old friends....
Want to make amends.
Want to just talk to them again
But my parents can’t comprehend
Bend over backwards and forwards
Just to talk to them again
I’d do anything
Anything and everything
Can’t help but cling
Not fair to them and me
I plee and plee
But let me guess
It was no success
I’m sorry I let you all down
I said I’d never leave any of you
But now I must frown
Trying to calm down
But I miss you all so much
I can’t help but have occasional meltdowns
Harmony Sapphire Mar 2016
The neighbors left my dog alone
in the cold, dark, rain.
They do not care it is insane.
My empathy is still the same.

This is not how it has to be.
I hear his silent plee.
Together it is as we are one, I, him & we.
A neglection of abandonment I see.

They should wrap him in a blanket &
Keep him warm.
Cover him from the wind & storm.
Compassion is what will form.
With love bonds a new life is born.
Owners of dogs without empathy or compassion for their dogs feelings. Animals should have equal rights as people.
Long live Palestine survivors.
From the river to the sea
Palestine is surely free.
The whole world chants a plee
World's children chant boycott Izrahell
Israelites now
their own star of cause and effect a huge defeat is earned.

We don't support genocide.
We detest concentration camps famine torture too
that Gaza people in Palestine endure open bombed crowded extermination camps. Israelite's genocide
actively carrying on as an intimidation show off to show the world **** regime Jewish
Agenda is armed to the teeth.
Against Arab Palestinian beautiful unarmed civilians,
Fighting for their own existence against you sinister satanyahu,Neo **** IDF,thugs izrahell.
I see red! Genocidal zionist
blasting new born babes up
Moms and Dads.
~~~~~~

REPOST:

I SEE RED: (!We all see red )

1SRAEL your STAR now stinks,
With your billion grave stench
in shreds
digging your own genocidal exile
to your poverty ridden Abyss.
1967-2025
The whole world opposes
Your baby daily
genocidal scoring chants.

To h** with your many other
hidden agendas. Satan alone "chose you" even Jesus said you are sons of devils.
~~~~
Israel all the planet agree you to give back full immediate payable
restitution to palestinians left alive meimed, no arms no legs before all you are court marshalled and exiled.
~~~~~

REPOST: SONG LYRICS.

SEE RED.

"Did you really think,
I'd just forgive and forget,
NO!
After catching you with her,
Your blood should run cold, so cold

You, you two-timing,
cheap-lying, wannabe
You're a fool,
if you thought that I'd just let this go
I see red, red, oh red

A gun to your head, to all IDF sadist Nazis heads.
Now all I see is red, red, red
Did you really just say,
she didn't mean anything, oh
I'll remember those words,
when I come for you r soul, your souls
Know that you,
you dug your own grave,
now lie in it forgotten broke and alone.
You're so cruel,
but revenge is a dish best served cold
I see red, red, oh red

A gun to your head, to your heads.
Oh! Executioner style,
and there won't be no trial
Don't you know that you're better off dead
All that Earths peope see is red, red, oh red

Now all I see is RED
Run, hide
Oh, you're so done, gone.
Oh, better sleep
with one eye open tonight

I see red, red, oh red, oh
A gun to your head, heads.
Executioner style,
and there won't be no trial
Don't you know,
you're better off dead

All I see is red, red, oh red
Now all I see is red, red.
Read between
this lines, Israel.

Death to genocidal agendas
self proclaimed saints
Israelites

The chosen ones
are our Palestines
Along with all of us.
Requesting justice.
~~~
RIP 300,000 Palestinians death 70.000 under the bombed homes rubble.
Shame on you sinister Satanyahu.
https://youtu.be/w8fI-vdjqtk?feature=shared
Jacob McCurrin Oct 2011
What a simple mess these words can be, are they real or just a breeze
I walk a mile and run for three but then its all over and history
Crazy is the world and crazy is me but none is so lazy as this simple plee
Hush all the noise listen and see, that my one wish is this and you to be free
Why all the fuss and rush and such, when all I want is my destiny
Cant we be still silent and ponder, what it all means to quietly wonder
Stumble we fall but soon and not far its only a quest of our serenity
Humble we are to travel this far to find its a journey for our sanity
Pleased to be back its not done just yet, for theres still that long flight in the sky
Heaven bound I sit in the clouds and find its been a hell of a ride.
Pumpkin King Apr 2016
Broken down and shaken up my life here is an empty cup…
Dreams shattered… knowing something’s there…
But yet I’m still broken…
My mind.. a war zone of broken bones and ****** tears….
Fighting the past but yet being overcome.. by my past and my mistakes…
One by one… my resolve is undone… not even caring… because the oven says I’m done…
The empt7y shell cracks and withers away..
The shell that used to be me..
But now I’m twisted image…. Everyone is disappointed to see….
Molded by society… this cage and shadow so cold…
So far there are too many cracks in this withering shell for their liguid trust to be holden…
For their love, trust and admirations are too golden….
For my wrotting insides to have beholden…
He looks down on me… smiles but yet goes to the accusor’s table… and riddles out my plee…
In terms that these constricting chains don’t speak, feel or hear….
For I am no one…
And I am lost in no man’s land….
They say,to let your conscience be your guide but what use is it when your mind is too damaged by those hurting words that mommy and daddy forget that they spoke and think my plans for life are just one big blasted joke……
I feel  like I’m being choked…
Choked by the endless knotted rope of the anticipating uncontrolled stroke...
When life hits me hard and knocks me down on my backside and keeps blaring the white twisted noise…
Become the nightmarish reality of my creative dream…
my dream of to imagine a heavy bass cannon
and keep going no matter how crazy or stupid it seemed
when the cage’s copper wires closed in and squeezed my heart out of my head and into my hands…
where it slipped and fell like mistakenly placed pots and pans…
He said to look at my own two hands…
that they weren’t my hands but what he related to a zombie’s missing pair…
he never tried to understand, how I try to put two and two together and ponder why I never ended up with four…
to see that  under this smile there is a broke down, bent out of shape lost boy…
that just wants to see his father smile and truly be proud of what he brought to the table…
Not just the countless cp’s and the umpteenth e-mail that states my “struggles” of the week….
No not just the problems that everybody else’s parents don’t know what to do with….
I want them to see the potential in me and step back and let me set it free….
Instead of  putting me down and pressing me hard with their disapproving gaze that bends and breaks my resolve to do at least something right and drains me of me…
replaces the emptiness with what’s not me and walks in the shadows and builds up the signature monster personality..
until they find their son through the darkness…
the darkness that’s not their lost and alone son that they know has talent and potential…
but the monster that was imprinted from all the questioning thoughts that conjured because they forgot to ponder how their lost and alone son…
added two and two together..
but somehow never got four.....
like a steak… my soul’s skin has been seared and cooked… sealed and locked…
never again to grow and learn….
And forever more the lost and alone two year old…
Splashing in that same puddle of mistakes…
And as time goes on… the two year old stays a two year old..
And as time goes on.. the puddle becomes a pool…
That pool becomes a brook… that brook becomes a stream…
And eventually as time goes on and countless mistakes are added to what once was a puddle..
And now is an obsidian dense ocean…. Where that same two year old is engulfed in and is not seen as the two year old he truly is as his actions and appearance continue to show….
But is perceived as the ocean he is consumed by… the mistakes sealing the split cracks and missing pieces… that he was forced to leave behind to force the image of himself he ever so wanted to show….
Disappointment after disappointment the two year old sees….
His resolve engine is running out of steam…
The two year old sees the endless darkness at the end of his hopeless tunnel..
The torment..
The fury..
The  me that’s not me...
And let’s the ocean consume the seared and resolve empty shell that floated not into satisfaction… but plummitted down into the false but real fate
it's hard to meet other's expectations, but almost impossible to meet your own
Mya Jul 2018
Forever let my fingers trace your spine
Dot to dot- I'll draw every line
Your soft, sensitive skin
Smells - where have you been?

So many words flying
The rooms spinning and I'm crying
Your words slam to the floor
With your hand on the door

Oh god, he's leaving
My already widowed heart grieving
What can I say
to make him stay

"I know its not you- its me!"
What a desperate plee
Rooted in lies
Something more ugly, than all of our highs

"No, it's not you,
that's not the least bit true"
But with each of his sighs
I see in his eyes

It's the end
And for us, no longer will time bend.
Ken Manuel Oct 2017
Slipping and crawling,
Tears dripping and falling,
I'm bawling,
Calling!
There's no real answer,
My life just a cancer,
Backstabbing romancer,
A psychedelic enhancer!
Nothing what it seems,
Walking on these high beams,
I smile with silent screams!
Nobody knows my troubles,
They bubble,
double on the double,
Un-seen behind explosive clouds and rubble!

This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!

All alone,
Fighting on my own,
My pain never shown,
Seeds of shame are sown...
My ***** little secrets,
And I have to keep it!
Forever reap it!
Not letting them know the real story,
Letting them always ignore me,
And spew their hate before me...

This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!

Day by day,
I'[m falling away,
Pretending I'm okay,
But seeking death when I pray!
If they stood in my shoes for one second,
They'd plee for the Angel Of Death to be beckoned.
My world is more than drama,
Goes beyond a feeling of trauma,
Can't be touched by the dali lama!
That's why I'll remain distant i the sirens,
Silent in the chatter and the silence,
Say nothing thru all the death and the violence...
Take all the abuse from all the tyrants!
Everyday I get older,
I'll just carry this world on my shoulders,
No matter how big the boulders,
I'll carry on this quiet lonely soildier!

This is my Crown Of Thorns,
I've carried since I was born,
Forever Worn,
Forever Torn,
I'm Sworn...
To Be Alone To Silently Mourn!
The dream, starts with a stream which the moon shines her beams upon, along the river i walk, I talk with no one to listen, But there it is the rain in the distance gaining on me closer and closer, But i have persistence to find happiness And a resistance to that pain so i stand and i stare at the oncoming rain  of pain and i..  i fall to the ground and i cry and i try to get back up but the pain won't let me and when  i finally get back up, i lack the resistance to the pain, where is the gain in fighting, why am i trying, we are all dying why shouldn't i speed that process up, But this isn't fancy dress these rags im wearing are mine, Stop comparing me to the happy people stop declaring that i am lesser than you, who are you to tell me i aint ****. is it because i ain't fit  or because of my outfit or because i can't commit to being myself because i have to hide my pain from you and them no one needs to see the real me, this is my plee stop making me flee from the fight, i don't want to be in this darkness i am in i want to be light but its all gone where is my happiness
Sam Temple Mar 2015
awoke with another hook
looking to blown this right outta the water
oughta shook Snookie
fo never readin no books
crooked *** inbreds
ready to lead the sheep
creeping back to the deep
I can’t sleep-
press pass
lights flash
watchin the mass
of humanity in calamity
it’s a tragedy
but it has to be, see
freedom
ain’t free
in this democracy
hear the plee
of the babies in the ghetto
wearin tore clothes
with a snotty nose
pictures of third world
flies on eyes
absence of prose
liars deny rights of any child
lost in poverty
it oughta be the other way
a new day
saying er’rybody stay
its the America way….
the day to pray fades away
and the gay play
swaying in swag
bagging up the trash
of societies last splash –
Amelia Feb 2014
The solid pavement you walk on
Melts underneath me
Like a silent p
Is a loud whisper

A prayer that got caught in a storm
Will eventually make its way up
Catch the water in a bucket
Maybe you’ll catch an answer

A ringing phone
That never stops
Like the sirens of the cops
A desperate plee in shackles

A hand wrapped around my heart
Felt my pulse
And when they let go
they took it with them
Karijinbba Mar 2020
Hold me holy lover sinner
worldly lover mine twin soul,
like Rhett Buttler
beheld Scarlet in his arms
as she sobbed

hold me speace me madly
love me long like
Rae Ingram (Nicole Kidman) and her husband, John (Sam Neill),
held each other on their yacht
rocked by oceanic waves in
Dead Calm!
 
Oh beloved gold key come stay rock me hear my plee

regardles of names time and space or sand hour glass
I love you
fly to me I am wearing my red robe waiting for you up the magestic flight staircase,
the captured sacred
chronological dream spell
impregnating imagination

come up quickly search for me
inside your master bedroom
kick the door if you must
grab me apeace my despair
find me shivering in the closet burning with anticipation
save me hold me
put my fire out gold hearted lover mine
praying eons isolated hold on to your photograph
patiently waiting for a word
news thwt you caré as promised
I am breaking save me

Pop up the bubbly bottle is chilled O sweetheart sweety pie
I long to get high with you
fill up my cup full
twist my gold lock open with your
gold key Enter me! I can't live without you

let the fireworks begin to sing
I adore you do with me as you
please
eternity is ours to love
let me devour you apeace me
the nights long the days and eves long ***
see you ginham shirt buttons popping up strong long
pants zipper tearing up
my He-Man Ruddy divine

the nights eons long I sought you
out of time and space is only for the devil not for true love.

I have dreamt with this dream
since you and I carved it
lovingly photographic memory
and all once upon a time
has come suddently

and though another soul grabs
you tieing you down
as you gave her presence ring and name
I know you love me forever
more as you're a man of your word
hold me for the ocean waves
drown me they now wrack
our boat for you two as I watch
I break uphold me
Oh how it hurts not to feel you
caressing my existence in person

but I have felt your beautiful loving passionate ways
long time ago my gold lock
and your gold key did laid your bridge
openning heavens portal in me.

and that makes all the
difference today

sigh
~~
To honor you in memory
closing the chasm with a poem
a gold lock to gold key.
Rezium May 2018
My mind isn't straight
It's never been great
When the system is corrupt
And enough is enough.
When you flee and you run
From the sun
From them all
To be free, to be you
And now, to stay true
Not on me but on you
Cause you hold my mind
And you hold my soul
It's not me in control
It's just with a hole
It's just me as a shell
It's just me all alone


My soul is drained
And My body rots
I feel so dead
I'm tied in knots
I can feel my mind
Melting away
And as I look to you
I see you turn in shame
Now it's just me
And while it's mind that's wrank
I ask for God to take It
and make my mind go blank

Not enough
Not as tough
as you think that  I am
I'm just falling away from the brink
Just Sinking
I'm just drawing away
Falling in to my ways
Thinking I'm not enough
I'm not close that stuff
No hero
Just zero
Not here though
I flee though
I scream for
My freedom
Redeemer
My saviour from me
I beg and I plee
But she cannot hear me
Flying away
To not see the day
But now I await
Till I see her face
Till then I ask
To fill this space

My soul is drained
And My body rots
I feel so dead
I'm tied in knots
I can feel my mind
Melting away
And as I look to you
I see you turn in shame
Now it's just me
And while it's mind that's wrank
I ask for God to take It
and make my mind go blank


1 to 2
2 soon 3
This years gone by
I'm still a guy
Awaiting, still I'm
But living my life
Experiencing my world
Fulfilling my purpose
Cause in the end she taught me
I'm not worthless.
And this blank
That I say
That I stated of I
Resigns
No longer a thing of mine.
I have my value and have my worth
I just wish they knew
How much they've helped this squirt
Worthless and Purpose, but will it always work...heh
Beaux Aug 2016
You must be
so embarrassed

You're not a tree
Not a single leaf could fall from you
Yet you stand proudly in the forest

How silly you must seem
To all the real trees
As you stand there and plee

"I'M A TREE! I AM A TREE!"

Then where are your roots?
Because you're running
Then where is your shade?
If you have any.

You must be
so embarrassed

You're not a tree.
You're a lamppost.
Someone else gives you life.
While a tree produces its own.
Robert Guerrero Nov 2017
Step up to this mic
Clear my throat
I'll start this off
A glare into souls
That will learn this lesson
Maybe before me
Or a lot harder then I did
I'm sorry
Not the average everyday apology
Truly, Honestly, Sincerely
I'm sorry Mom
For not listening to you
When you begged me to stay young
Keep my innocence about me
Hidden from the reality
It's no prison
It's a violent sanctuary
Love is given never seen
Stupid syllables of anger
Annoyed by not knowing
How to explain who I am
I'm sorry
No heap of *******, get me out of trouble sorry
Truly, Honest;y, Sincerely
I'm sorry Dad
For being a burden
Asking for the world
Not knowing the cost
Hating you when you left
Gone off to work
Too tired to play
Stealing your liquor
Just in the hope to be half the man I saw you as
I'm sorry
No board game in the middle of a hurricane
Just to pass the time
Truly, Honestly, Sincerely
I'm sorry all my ex's
For cheating, for stealing your time
Your love, Your hate, Your perfection
For giving you reasons to do the same
Fighting with poetry
Hoping metaphors healed faster
Then blades dug
I'm sorry
Truly, Honestly, Sincerely
I apologize
I don't need forgiveness
Don't mistake this as a plee
I wish only you know
I apologize for my mistakes
For my short comings
For over doing it
For being an ***
Making one of myself
And forcing you to watch
I regret most
Care for less
Respect you all
Because it shaped the man I will be
Thank you
I admire death,
Although he but a vessel to the nether;
He is the great divide
That humbles the egocentric
And gives peace to the fraught.
Yet he cannot grasp anything but ash
And still brings mortals to their knees
In plee for a life that he cannot grant
Vishvi Aurora Nov 2017
when the world stops looking at me,
and i am ignored all the way by though flying like a bee,
okay!now see,
i apologize them all and there's no conditions left except to flee,
i now just plee,
just do not leave me.
i ask myself again ,
why was it just me?
footsteps making few sounds,
out in the world trying to cover up few wounds,
and failed and again drown,
again ****** and daunted just the world gave that kind of crown,
now what shall i do except for frown?
or like a tiger i shall pounce and eat the world measuring like a   cruel ounce,
or sit in comfortably in a perfect relaxing couch?
please some one tell me !
what shall i do when the some one just stops looking at me around.
                                                         ­           vishvi.n.aurora
Isn't it when you feel depressed
CC May 2015
Eliminate the tears from my radical new perspective on life
Let me see this new world with clear bright eyes
Open my heart, harden it not
My plee begs for mercy
We have not to go through pain
If only we are willing to embrace the good
But know sadness without the excruciating gloom
It may be a rational feeling
Helping you know true from hyperbole
Bless this mind that helps me see me
As I am meant to be
This world is full of beauty
If we only see it as it is
And not look elsewhere for answers
Look around you with bright clear eyes
Become with a mind of sight
Brace your soul for a flood of learning
Breezing through, racing through, finishing one by one
You will be underwhelmed
By how thoughtful the revelations are
Truth need not be an unshakable grip on a cage that knows only boxes
Vishvi Aurora Nov 2017
when the world stops looking at me,
and i am ignored all the way by though flying like a bee,
okay!now see,
i apologize them all and there's no conditions left except to flee,
i now just plee,
just do not leave me.
i ask myself again ,
why was it just me?
footsteps making few sounds,
out in the world trying to cover up few wounds,
and failed and again drown,
again ****** and daunted just the world gave that kind of crown,
now what shall i do except for frown?
or like a tiger i shall pounce and eat the world measuring like a   cruel ounce,
or sit in comfortably in a perfect relaxing couch?
please some one tell me !
what shall i do when the some one just stops looking at me around.
                                                         ­           vishvi.n.aurora
#isn't this when you fell depressed#
EmotionalWreck Jul 2017
My eyes burn from crying
My head achs from trying
My heart is slowly dying
I'm tired of lying

I'm fine is what my mouth said.
I'm tired is what my eyes said.
That's good is what you said.

Why can't you see
That my eyes plee.
Alone is all I'll ever be.
No really cares about me.
Casey Rodger Apr 2019
You bring me up and down at the same time,
You create the tangles inside my mind,
You've been horrible to me but also kind,
You see it all but are still so blind.

You hurt me desert me, use and abuse,
You always fight against my blues.
You often set me up to lose,
You do what you do, i don't get to choose.

You're mean to me so often i cry,
You damage me but never say goodbye,
You have always been there by my side,
I see you confident, i see you shy.

One day i know you'll be incredible,
The memories we make are unforgettable,
The bond we have is more than chemical,
I want this life to be less than terrible.

I have so much love for you its true,
And i know there is nothing i can do,
To ever get away from you,
All i can do is see this through.

You're supposed to be my inseparable mate,
We are here today due to fate,
Release from your heart all that hate,
Let us be friends - We will be great!

If only for a moment i wish you could see,
You are my enemy - but you are me!
I'm  hoping you hear my desperate plee,
I hope i befriend this devil in me.

So Casey when you read this one time,
This crazy message from my crazy mind,
Discover this love i know you'll find,
You see all things but to yourself you are blind.
Amanda fancy Jan 2021
On fire but still drowning
I'm climbing ..still falling ..no bounty...out on bond, jus stalling.
Devil keeps calling . I ain't dialing.
Jus straight freefalling.
My heart ain't cold, it was sold to the dope, the land of no hope..im too dope to cope.
As above so below... everything's too slow...
so cold..I cant fold, that story has already been told..
I leave y'all my throne to own.
I'll even leave 3.5 to put in the cone.....jus
Smoke for me in return.
Let it burn...
My prodigy Arsen, reborn.
The fire within me...
He is me...
he will play the part for me..
MERCY ME
He will be what I couldn't be.
Always will be.
I'm free, no plee.
I don't wanna die, jus wanna fly...not flee
by your side babyboy,
I'll follow,You lead..
you are M E.
Game over, I give you everything ...
No fee.

— The End —