"pricy" poems
gracing the streets,
with her pink stilleto
and a pricy frappuccino—
she barely sips
they can't take their eyes off her,
well, who would?
even i,
i can't.
she has class and elegance,
money, power—
what else is missing?
oh, i know,
the reason i stared at her for a minute.
i just can't forget,
how unbothered she is
when she threw the empty cup
on the ground.
i wonder why
she doesn't use her bills
to buy some manners?
oh wait—
i forgot--
that's not for sale.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
It was quite a pickle,
I have to say.
It haunted me,
Both night and day.
You may believe
One's never scary-
But this pickle had me
Very wary.
My friends they said
"For HEAVEN'S sake,"
The pickle's only
A piece of cake!"
So they went ahead
And took a slice
Now they could see
It wasn't nice
A rather bitter taste
It did supply
A rather salty cake-
Their mouths were dry
And without water
(The pricy job,
Of digging a well)
They began to sob
See this did nothing
But deepen their thirst
This pickle of mine
Was one of the worst
They were awful busy,
They wouldn't chat
So I stayed to talk
To my hairless rat.
And it had me concerned
That the pickle had me beat
And would run off with my tongue
Down Mountainview Street
He said the pickle would make me
A fool in this town
This thing would convict me
So I swallowed it down.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t skinny enough
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t pretty enough
This is for all the guys
Who think they have to act a little more “tough”,
As if mere kindness isn’t enough.
This, my friends, is for you.
Our society today
Has painted its own little picture
Of how we should look
So that guy’ll wanna “get wit cha”
Of how to live and how to dream
Of what to do and who to be
Today it seems the only way to be “cool”
Is to smoke a little and drink a few
To stay out until all hours of the night
Partying, getting higher than a kite
See, what gets me confused is this
The things we are told are right
Are much different than what we see on TV
If there is one thing I hate more than lying,
It’s hypocrisy.
We are told to exercise
To get fit, and eat right
Then what do we see?
Models throwing up at night
Scared
Because the pressure is too much
To eat is too pricy
So food, they don’t touch.
What is a model?
Someone or something used as an example
I don’t know about you, but
When I shop, I grab up ALL the samples
Starving isn’t realistic
Nor is it “right”
Regardless of your pant size,
Regardless of your height.
We are told that beauty is only skin deep
That what really matters is all underneath
I have yet to see one person at the VMAs
With less than 5 makeup products on their face
Why is that?
There’s a simple Answer.
Thanks to Maybelline and L’Oreal
It costs 6 dollars for a beauty enhancer.
Girls talk all the time
About how there are no good guys out there.
I hate to burst your bubble
But saying that isn’t fair
There are plenty of guys
Who are respectful and kind
But you push them away
Without a care in your mind
You want one thing
Then it changes to another
Because movies make you think
You don’t have to really care for one another
They show relationships as prideful,
Full of lust and lies
So when it comes to the real world,
Kind guys are despised.
So they mask their emotions with
Hardness and Vulgarity
Showing love on occasional,
Rarely, and sparingly.
See According to society,
Men have to be “tough”
Or else they are judged and pushed aside
Left waiting for the one to call their bluff.
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t skinny enough
This is for all the girls
Who think they aren’t pretty enough
This is for all the guys
Who think they have to act a little more “tough”,
You’re beautiful, you are loved.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you
You aren’t enough.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 4:07 PM UTC
wolf ,
can you land meat ?
or are busy being needlessly cruel to 'lesser' peers ?
could you even take a basic stalk about the woods ?
or would you be blistered
breaking in those brand new pricy walking boots ?
a full moon ?
maybe you'd drink to excess on those nights ?
maybe pick a fight or beat on your loved ones
but whimper the next day ?
that smart suit ?
ridiculous over your fur
heard you're on a trendy fad diet
you fidget at your desk
you fidget on your screen
work is obscenely wasteful
distractions are just plain obscene
you are a coward to your soul
soiled by domestic inactivity
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
I got braces when I was 16
that year I never kissed anyone
but I made boys steal things from pricy bookstores
I measure time by my teeth
every year they get more crooked
the older I get they seem to shift back to old territory
old habits
old
now even smoking cigarettes feels boring
when I walk into bookstores
I leave sticky notes with advice I wish someone would have told me then
they did
but maybe if I had found it somewhere I was looking
I might have paid more attention
my retainer sits in a shelf collecting grime
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
What's a moment without the thread?
Every clock brakes and begins to slow
So long since a tears been shed
Hazy eyes don't look but low
Seeing higher than the status quo
Freely opressed like an opening window
Lies are true and pride is gay
Counting time from doe to doe
Pricy fees I don't care to pay
Menial lives of grass to hay
Withering the vastest shade to grey
Shaping paths into cracked Concrete
My face plastered on your dismay
Pulling me out to every heart beat
Fates revealed from simple body heat
Lying dead on a scorching sheet;
Beginnings lost just as they were found
Pictures taken as blind love meets
Creatings reality out of invisible sound
Judgement conceived with no one around
Walking with chains nailed to the ground
Fastened tightly to stop me from growing
Drifting from pace enslaved as a hound
Keeps me from where I need to be going
Holding back all that i've been showing
Planting emotions I shouldn't be sowing
Igniting proposals of fragile connectivity
Claim to be committed but I tend to do nothing
Isolated inside of a crawling relativity
With depleted self esteem disguised as complexity
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
I HAVE FINALLY RE-EDITED AND FINISHED MY FIRST BOOK, FROM CRO MAGNON TO PRO AVERAGE MAN: AN ASSORMENT OF POEMS!!!!!
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You go to www.bookemon.com
You enter “From Cro Magnon to Pro Average Man” into the search bar in the upper-right hand part of the screen.
When you hit “Search,” my books should pop up!! MY books! I actually made it.
There are two types of the book. A hardcover and a softcover version. It will say which version is which under the title. The hardcover version sells for $28.72, plus tax. And the softcover version sells for $18.07, plus tax.
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NOW, I KNOW THE BOOK IS KINDA PRICY, BUT BOOKEMON SETS THE PRICES THEMSELVES. MY APOLOGIES.
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Again, thank you to everyone who has supported me through this long process of self-publishing my first book of poetry. And thanks in advance to anyone who is willing to buy the book and actually does. THAT WOULD MEAN THE LITERAL WORLD TO ME.
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Thanks again everyone!
Nick
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
the city's moon
fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour
crass and mentally fractured
traction acts
the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction
padding our ego psychology
nothing simple allowed
we are all a manic reference of each other
the city weather is steered
by currents of gossip
withhold your info
culture clutches
misguiding alliances
treasure your details
it is your only insurance
this city
it's a view to thrill
but it odors me til ill
****** privacy and get undressed
too much time here harbouring thirst
quibbling hurt feelings
signals ; Life Emitting Distress
so
lock up the night city stars
mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me
staring about for vagrancy
i flip up my hood
lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes
search us out merchandise and mood
i turn down an alleyway
and am confronted
a vain and voyeuristic fan tail
varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment
ad lights send out sonar 'pings'
wing-ed ; fencing judgement
i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas
and my hood is lined with aluminium
i cough and concentrate on breath
commemorate each step undertaken
weaponize my walk
eyes low
my being is voided into guise
heading further from the city centre
i can straighten from my defensive pose
in amongst the dwellings
the urban effect dwindles
kindled instead by the dosey soup wash of streetlights
delights; the holy crop of them
webbing outward retching past our boundaries
shored back upon natures breath
(so i imagine)
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
All the good sports
go out for a run
into the ice storm.
They grimace and squint
in the headlights of cars
on Riverside Drive.
And they run as if for their lives
in this freezing rain
that sheathes and has broken
the leafless branches
along snow-plowed bike paths;
ice-pellets ping off
their pricy goggles, their fluorescent shells,
as they struggle north
to the pole where
they always turn back
for the Christmas lights strung
over the porches
welcoming home
those who might have been
men.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
s t a t i c
populous city
summer heat gloating
these isolated nights poison
anxious residents
all strangers to their neighbours
squared away
bedded
they coil about their trusted genitalia
despising
c o w e r
wolf ,
could you even go stalking in the woods ?
you'd get blisters
breaking in pricy footwear
that smart suit ?
ridiculous ; covering your fur
you've become cowed by your domesticated soul
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 7:58 PM UTC
a semi seasonal species
we are subject —
— but many play out the Winter
with long work hours
and pricy imported foods
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
.
you're at the front door
you're in through the front door my door
without knocking
face flushed with malice and ****** visions
"uh-huh" i say
there's a cotten shopping bag
of who-fears-what in one mitt
and you throw yourself
on my sunken couch
you unzip those mad pricy leather boots
with flames down the sides
and clutch your bag to your chest
with meaning and taunt
leaning toward
a smile crocodiles your face
your clock ; three forty seven
your mind ; immersed in some midnight woo
a witching verse and a fortune boastful and blue
am i to be involved in your clockwork mockery ?
(i have been your collaborator
and coal mine canary in the past)
do i even want to be invited ?
i don't know any better i am as always excited
"alright, i'll bite .. what's in the bag ?" i say
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
I want a hat
to top myself off
so to the hatters did call
he measured me up
and gave me a price.
Hats come very pricy
so listen to my advice
if you want to get a hat
then get ahead.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I will be divided over peace if that is what it takes to uphold it.
But I am divided into pieces.
The back and forth of hard to decipher decisions.
I know what i really want.
I want to know what i really want.
I hold the bill and i have sold it.
My soul was paid for with blood.
The proof is stamped on the bottom of my being.
on the rock i rise from there is a word-Tetelestai
It is finished.
It is pricy and it is paid for.
The price that he laid on the table to purchase a ***** is remarkable.
I still catch my self trying to profiteer pennies to afford
to buy myself a shiny new soul,
i still stick my hands in places they dont belong
It is finished, but it is old,
Today I am in the stranglehold of silver,
that i wish was the guillotine of gold.
So i throw it back in the face of false promises
and try again tomorrow.
Why?
When,
Tetelestai.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
normal
is what’s normal for me.
i’ve got nice clothes,
nicer than most. Pricy
things that other girls would
**** for, or shoplift, if they
could get away with it.
i have a room of my own,
decorated to my taste
and most of the time
when i’m home, i
hang out in
there, alone. listen to music.
read. do my homework.
what more could a girl ask
for, right? i mean,
my life really isn’t so bad.
is it?
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
Eve, bride of my pride
Eve, beauty of my dreams
Look at you, how you're-gorgeous
Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious
Magnificent, good-looking and golden
As the unconquered summer moons
Up high in nights with cloudless sky
Burning the tiring night into a new day
See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow
See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow
Like smooth symphony of walking waves
Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves
Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes
Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes
Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs
So soft long as satins wools strings
Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends
Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers
Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers
What a blend of sacred strand brands!
Eve, instrument of my adores
Eve, O my saint, mi amours!
How beautiful is your trace
So graceful, everything in its space
All occupants in their rightful place
Look at your face, like an infant angel’s
So tender and soft, brilliant and bright
So sacred and smooth just as purity light
Overflowing with holiness and goodness
Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours
Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences
Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions
Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses
So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations
Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms
Your feathery feels, light in my palms
Your tender body, abandoned in my built
So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured
Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises
Eve, goddess designed for me
Dream, resurrected from mine
Alloy, made from mine meats mettle
Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle
Flower, eternal instrument of my delights
You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness
And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences
Eve, apple of my youthful eye
Rose of my maiden garden
Pomegranate of my pleasures
Eve, woman of my resting ribs
A make of my make, glory of my cheery!
How lovely you are!
How excellent you are
Covet of my cravings
How wonderful you are
Woman of my desires
How piously holy you are
Benediction of my adorations
O my object of obsessions
Dream of my awakes
Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes
Massage of my mild caresses
Soft, tenderness of my feels
How do I wish to always wake
In your peaceful palpable palms
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
Squirrel fish, a pricy Chinese dish that I've been wanting for years.
The beautiful.
The sweet.
The soft.
The golden.
The juicy.
The crispy.
The everything that I can imagine,
has gone, when I finally can afford it.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC
When the world is asleep my body can't lay and join with the rest of them in dark peace and pricy duvets
The thought of your body tangled empty handed in your faded sheets makes my fingers itch for you
My head is screaming your name I swear you could hear it I'm worried I might start saying it aloud one day
It's getting late and I'm getting lonely or maybe I've been like this as long as I can remember
When the world is falling asleep I feel my soul waking up and everything is different when I'm the only one who sees it
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Profuse bleeding in and out of this space
creeping left AND right in this place
Fractured skulls smile in the dark crimson sphere
as she's flying up there, without fear.
It reels away, her pride,
as they swing back and forth on that shared ride.
Peeling away as he cries,
never ending clawing when he tries.
Forever it beats and never will it go forth
as the vibration of hate intensifies.
It flies away, his sigh,
as they sit there and wonder why.
Protecting the thing they devour in the end,
simple little hearts it tries to defend.
Welcoming a simple fraction,
yet theirs is a stunning reaction.
It smiles at the thought of a fight,
yet to know what is right.
Plastered are the things written in yellow,
and a fluidity is seen so slow.
Tomorrow is a just a word unknown,
when today is the only thing shown,
over and over again,
whose name only ever waxes and can never wane.
Pricy calls in the night bring an unsavory type,
Cult followings of the man breathe intense hype.
Asking just what we are is useless,
when that thing makes us no better than nonsense.
Beating and beating over again, it flows.
Running and running, he knows.
Poked into, a secret can only mean so much,
mixable fluids make your eyes cold to the touch.
Your lies bolster and make you reek,
it's sad that they'll all be dead in a week.
Rise up and smile on the world,
here comes another animal with its rage to the devil sold.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC