"prego" poems
My body spun
From one side of my garage
to the other.
In between the pillars of poles
creating space between the cars
parked in the two car garage
perfect family, right?
not even close
I unlaced my skates
tossing them in a case,
unorganized as my chaotic brain
I leaned down to pick up
a mess of what looked
like plastic
like a broken water container
crushed by the weight
of a basketball tossed without looking
being the good girl I was
I picked up the charred plastic
placing it in my hand to
throw it in the trash
I dropped it in the can
letting the pieces fall
one
by
one.
As I wiped my hands
I found a piece I had forgotten
it had the label of Prego on the side
I realized then
It was a broken spaghetti jar
I ran upstairs
to help with dinner.
I asked my mom
what I could do to
She said
"You can run that blood
under a cold water faucet"
I looked at her confused, saying
"Where am I bleeding?"
She turned my arm over
showing me the cut
glazed over my forearm
I hadn't even felt it
I didn't know
that was the moment
I would find an advantage
to not feeling pain
and an interest
in the impure
realization
that bleeding
wasn't scary...
that it couldn't hurt me
as much as the rest
of my life could.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
Gabby Abrego
I'll never let you go go
unless we go to Mexico
and you be come a hobo!
Then I'll go.
and fetch the so co.
so we can dance to disco
eat enchiladas with adobo
pick the **** out of our Afros!
We'll feel so funky,
the people will get spunky
when we arrive on donkeys,
and ride around their towns!
We'll befriend all the junkies
and give them howler monkeys,
it'll be so funny
we'll laugh until you cry!
Ohh! Gabby Abrego I'll never let you go go
unless I get you prego
then I'll run like mad!
cuz if we had a baby
I'd stop being lazy
get as famous as THE LADY
support you like Eminem did for his baby.
So Never Ever leave me
Or I'll succumb to Scientology
and go even more crazy
my world'd become a mystery.
I'd rather be a rhino
rather be tricked into a *****
rather be married to Bono
in a movie starring J.Lo
be forced to live with Yoko Ono
have red eyes like an albino
than to ever be with out
Gabby Abrego!!!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
golden threads this autumn bears
waves of thin despair at your iron door
Show Time, says Fosse, heart on the floor
when sunlit window gently flares
a crispy wind, a frivolous sunrise
oh, dance along, your fragile neck so white
Show Time, says Fosse, aglow with light
please, dance with me, and look into my eyes
golden threads this autumn bears
in every leaf, in every grain of dust
Show Time, says Fosse, it's my final lust
melancholy's dripping venom deadly glares.
"Autunno, se vuoi cogliere la frutta della mia anima, ti prego di non esaurire ancora il sole, il filo d'oro della vita, il filo d'oro della danza." - Gianluca Masi, known as the Dancing Alchemist, Firenze, the second half of the XVI-th century
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
Scrivimi sempre, in ogni stagione:
Nel freddo d’inverno, nel caldo d’estate...
Ti prego di farmi saper le ragioni
Di vivere qui – la pazzia nonostante.
Se scrivi, mi alzo oltre il dolore,
Se sogni, mi chiedo se è la pietà
Che mi fa pensare a te nel rumore
Che mi butta via dal' nostra realtà.
Scrivimi sempre, in ogni stagione:
Nel bianco d’inverno, nel verde d’estate...
Facendomi creder i suoni ascoltati,
E fantasticare coll’ale baciate.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
by Laura Mercurio Ebohon
(Copyright 2009)
I walk but I don’t know where I’m going.
I slip, stumble and draw myself up.
I follow the wind,
I run away from me,
From a me I don’t recognize.
And you can see
You see so clearly!
In the scars of the heart and the wounds of the soul,
In the irreversible, unquenchable pain.
You know everything!
I walk and I don’t know where I’m going
I fall, I get up,
Looking at the sky I pray
For I could see too,
Through your eyes one time only.
To see and hate myself like you do,
despise me as you do.
I walk, nowhere to go,
I collapse and grasp.
Still I can’t see what you see,
But I see you, your rage,
And I keep on walking but I don’t know where I am going.
Camminando
Di Laura Mercurio Ebohon
(Copyright 2009)
Cammino ma non so dove vado.
Scivolo, sbando e mi raddrizzo
Seguo il vento,
Scappo da me,
Da quello che non so di essere.
E tu vedi,
Vedi così chiaro!
Nei solchi del cuore e le ferite dell’anima,
Nel dolore irreversibile, incolmabile.
Sai tutto tu!
Cammino, non so dove vado,
Cado e mi rialzo
Guardo il cielo e prego,
Perché possa anch’io vedere,
Con i tuoi occhi per un attimo soltanto.
Guardarmi e odiarmi come mi odi tu,
Disprezzarmi come fai tu.
Cammino e non so dove vado,
Crollo, mi aggrappo.
Ancora non vedo quello che vedi tu,
Ma vedo te, la tua ira
E continuo a camminare ma non so dove andare.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC
Dovrei essere proprio come te, Cuore di ghiaccio nero, Sii gentile, Un amico, come creare un'illusione, nella tua mente, sii vicino, fingi di essere reale, un modo per conoscere, i tuoi sogni, i tuoi piani, la tua prossima mossa ,
Quando vedo le tue aspirazioni, che ti portano avanti,
Essendo un maestro manipolatore, come te, pianificherò astutamente la tua caduta, come un giullare, ridendo con la folla, che sono convinto che tu sia sempre stato, nient'altro che quello di un immutabile intimidito.
Sei davvero solo un codardo, hai paura di qualcuno, fai solo uno sforzo per fare ciò che è meglio, hai paura di qualcuno, che non è nemmeno una minaccia per te, o per la posizione che occupi.
Dimostra la tua superiorità, fiducia in te stesso, essendo orgogliosamente audace! Il tuo orgoglio, la tua arroganza, la tua ignoranza, la tua cecità e la tua ipocrisia...
NO, non potrei mai essere come te, rovinando gli altri come fai tu, pensavo di essere lo sciocco, ora vedo, ora ** pace.
Quindi prego sinceramente. "Dio apri il suo cuore, per accettare la tua grazia straordinaria, attraverso di te, conosceremo entrambi la nostra parte, il nostro posto, e se non presto, allora in Paradiso, avremo
un'eternità da rifare. "Sì, ti amo sorella mia in Cristo!
- VenJencie Ⓒ Autore Ven J. Arnold
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:26 PM UTC
La mia poesia è alacre come il fuoco
trascorre tre le mie dita come un rosario.
Non prego perché sono un poeta della sventura che tace, a volte, le doglie di un parto dentro le ore,
sono il poeta che grida e che gioca con le sue grida,
sono il poeta che canta e non trova parole,
sono la paglia arida sopra cui batte il suono,
sono la ninnananna che fa piangere i figli,
sono la vanagloria che si lascia cadere,
il manto di metallo di una lunga preghiera del passato cordoglio che non vede la luce.
947
Why? Why did you have to lie?
Leaving me with nothing but a sigh!
Can't you see you killing me?
Why can't your memory just leave?
Your words taunt me!
Your actions haunt me!
I remember your laugh,
and that you were my other half!
We liked the same bands,
and you were always there to hold my hand.
You were hard as a rock,
keeping my emotions inside and locked!
You got what you wanted,
leaving me eternally haunted!
I thought what we had was real,
but you just had me reeled!
All the secrets we've shared,
and playing with your hair.
Your lips were soft,
keeping me high as a loft.
I tried and tried,
but you never tried!
I cried and cried,
but you never cried!
You got her prego,
leaving me in pieces like legos.
You were an open book,
oh how you had me hooked.
Those eyes like glitter,
and that smile was a killer!
You're a user,
nothing but a loser.
I always saw through your games,
never giving you the fame.
Here I am with a pen,
remembering the tenth!
The day you felt me,
the day you loved me!
You always got what you wanted from me,
and from the other girls as well I see.
You left me for her,
with the nice jeans and boots of fur.
I unlocked my heart and threw away your key,
you stung me like a bee!
Leaving me with a deep ache,
and a strong feeling of hate.
I remember the day I lied,
and I wanted to hide!
But I couldn't lose you,
loose me because of you!
I pretended to be an expected mother,
so you'd still be my lover!
The kids laughed, whispered, and stared,
making me wish I never shared.
I was so shattered,
but it's not like I mattered.
You think of only you,
and her too!
I remember how low you sang notes,
and all of our love notes.
Thanks to all of your lies,
I now within say goodbye!
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
Dopo tutto quello che ** passato,
Non riesco a distogliere la mente da te.
Ogni giorno prego che tu guarisca
Ecco perché ** deciso di inviarti questa lettera.
Ma solo a parlarti,
Fammi sapere che i miei sentimenti sono veri.
Non ** cioccolato o rose,
E sono consapevole di ciò che questo impone,
Quale motivo mi sentivo appropriato per esporre questo.
** avuto la sensazione di dover chiedere a qualcuno che significa molto per me,
E questo, tu lo sei.
Ma tu hai catturato il mio cuore ancora una volta,
Per favore, non pensare mai che parlare con te sia un lavoro ingrato,
Perché quando sono con te non è mai annoiato.
Ma spero che non sia un crimine
Quindi oso chiedere:
Vuoi essere il mio Valentina?
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
Taboo Mom Kristi Gives
Son A Sneaky *******
& then Kristi Seduces My Son -
to Make Mother and Son Erotica...
Princess Kristi Smells Your Sister's
Delicious ******* Ur Brother -...
**** In Princess Kristi & Makes a Baby
for Auntie -
Yeh, my Big ***** Aunt that
***** the Neighbor...
Female **** pumping and
*** ******* in Latex like an Angel;
The Latex angel *******
Your Mom
in the Kitchen...
Taboo Princess Kristi rewards the son
by letting him sniff her fingers;
Smell My Fingers! Drunk Mom *****
Big **** Son;
Taboo ****
mom & nson *******
**** hard
Hello, baby -
Is that ur ******* Hand?
job Blue Jeans Fetish
with The Princesss
Princess Kristi
Farts in your face! POW!
**** Princess;
My Mommy
Smells Ur Mommy's *******
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My ***** girlfriend's *****
is so full of ***
I'm Using the ******* of my
submissive *****
to the Max.
Drilling Her Perfect ******* at 13
*** in Her ******* #1
Real Son ****** Mom
hard **** ***
in the Minivan
Your Hot Mom Rides
Your **** ********** -
Fetish **** rims and pokes
*** Perfectly;
I Need YOUR Seed!
Get Me Pregnant!
(HD webcam - *** worship)
I Need ***
Can You *** in 20 Seconds?
***** Kristi's Big ****
Your **** Mother ***** Your
****
Stinky Hole, I'm gonna tell your father
young student ****** hard in the basement;
Smell it & Stroke For Your Step Mom's
Huge **** - Taboo...
Mommy's *** Worship
Mommy's Little Helper's
Amazing squirting from **** ***
Mom and Step-Son Share
a Bed; Mandy Flores ****
Mandy Flores -
Bella & Blue
Sniff Her ***** -
Hairy Australian rimmed;
Mommys always Worship
Other Mommy's *****
Gianna: *** Teaser
Foot pixies &
prego hotties
My Mom Is A *** Drinker named
Wicked **** Melanie;
No Comment
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
I almost hate her
But the frustrating truth
Is she turns me on to an extent
I conclude
By forcing myself to put up
With all I hate
And it's shallow I know but
When we have *** it makes me feel
surreal unreal The appeal Is so...
Overwhelming, it's an ideal meal as I peel her clothes
To expose the concealed that
Reveals the reason
My mind ignores the loyalty to my heart til treason
Is the forbidden fruit pleasin
What otherwise is teasin'
And when it's over I can't hold her
But just like the seasons
That leave like the leafs off of
Trees that fall
In the fall my want for her only comes back like withdrawal
When I crave her so I kneel and
Ask god for the strength
To move on cause I'm conned
When she takes advantage in lengths
That makes me repent all the guilt
That temptation
Has lead me to, like regret and soon
All the ramifications
Come back to bite me, and embracin'
consequence is hard, im weak
it's so wrong that I wish I could *** her but we never have to speak
But she appeals so deep to my
Inner freaks Hormones til i I
Relinquish control to her as she sits
On my face and leaves nothing dry
As I lie in her sweat and discharge
And think
I will never not want her or not want to see the interior decor of pink
So I sink in my seat and shake my
Head alone
I can't stand her most times but when she calls I answer the phone
How could I want her so bad
we hardly relate but needless
That is when in private we get
Intimate cuz we're totally cohesive
But I am only a man
So Temptations attraction
always seems to be trappin, what
happen? i blacked out in passion
I'm addicted to the moans,
the ***** Acts and all that she is
But giving into things u shouldn't end badly .... Now she's prego with my kid
**** special thanks to #%+=%}
For not snapping when he read
That I used his story,
but we all **** up and I felt the message was significant
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
Thinkin you hot in hip hop playing skip it in the summertime
Thinking when reading the dictionary out loud everytime when you state in dumber “rhymes”
Spittin lethal when you’d get abused by thought
And forget the fruited wisdom cuz you’re too confused with motts
Thinkin you flowin when you ******* in the niagra
With all that power you’d think that you created ******
Forget your lefty made bout, cuz your rhymes be played out
You couldn’t even hip hop right even if your left knee gave out
My women call me Mc claps that I’m “eatin prego”
Cuz you receive applause every enlightenment down when you’re getting thrown at eatin everything from off the floor when you’re gettin thrown at from every freakin tomato
I left mousetraps around your bed to prove that you bomb cheese
The next morning after I stole all the mousetraps offa your mom’s knees
You’re only hip hop when rats are attackin your feet
To have you rappin and dancin when evading death to abackin your feat
Dig out your eyeballs and glued them to my God-blue reeboks too so that you can see walk
Might as well morph in-to a dictionary verbalized so that you would be talk
Get your **** tatted with my rhymes so that you can beat mine
And ********** to a dictionary everytime elementary to see rhymes
Intent in poetry id is the only time when you can see mine
Your poetry is better than smoking potent sleeping powder
Your capacity growth is better than your open reading hour
You couldn’t roll with these punches only when you’re swingin on rollerblades
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH,
YES DAD YOU,
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I RUINED YOUR LIFE,
WELL NEWS FLASH IF YOU DIDN'T WANT ME THAN WHY DID YOU GET MY MOM PREGO,
MY PRAYERS ARE ALWAYS,
OH I HOPE MY DADS PASSED OUT.
YOU BEING PASSED OUT IS WHAT MAKES MY DAYS BETTER,
I DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO YOU.
I DON'T GET TO SEE YOU HALF THE TIME DURING THE WEEK,
THANKS THE GREAT MIGHTY OH LORD!
Dad,
You are the reason why I don't feel like I need to exist anymore.
That the world would be better off without me.
That I have to change just to get someone to love me.
Your the reason why I cry myself to sleep,
not because my crush doesn't talk to me,
because you hate me.
Only once out of this whole month have I heard you say you love me,
while I have said it every night.
Thanks dad for everything,
but I think I'm done.
Bye.
I have found a new life, one that doesn't have you in it.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC