"probly" poems
Deep in da hart of da reggae junga
da reggae king want lots a *****
he smoke da herb till his eyes cherry
Not a care in da world he wont worry
He probly should hes to loose
wit tha women he always loose
he got da clap, ***** and da ***
it always hurt when he p
So take a lesson from da ***** king
his fans found out and they clipped his wing
he has power no more and he better flee
because he only da king of da ***
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
probly a few minutes
and i was done
writing wasn't feeling the same
i stood on top like
bricks around disaster
i was looking up
i took my shoes off
threw them aside still laced
i wasn't being funny
i know where this is going
where i write
where i see cracks in perfect paths
where blood taste like metals of purity
with every year burning
where these flowers like to live
die on vines from inside
allowing ivy to climb my back
i am a length of fence
in a yard with no dog
on a gate without reason
sitting on a post during live events
i am a fool for giving into seasons
romancing everything like a poet
following every inch of broken glass
nodding to my friends that i'm willing to mend
but waiting for them to laugh
outlined with chalk on the sidewalk
where blood stains concrete my convictions
flowing from the curb to the overpass
in the night like candles floating water
under tree branches ready to crack
formatting clouds to sky write, come with me
a man in the park on his back
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
Nero: Deep cover another 187 on these hoes with my flows ya know I riddle like little Italy Punisher life Frank castle I slice ******* up like cattle I'm a lover but undercover like Eddie Griffin my brother I'll slice up ******* and leave they men in the trunk nervous with trauma twitches I'll cement up your shoes I'll use my pen to get the message to you headless hunters I'll be the soul edge and slice the heavens asunder I can feel it in my head and soul I'll reap with the flow and grow the flowers on the tombstone I'll make ya ***** moan and groan while I **** her in your stead while she gives me head I'm deciding who's the next to be blessed from the deliverer of death
DaSH: Kept the switchblade in a balled up fist
Probly ******
Off a lot of *******
But got longer lists
Like ******* who tasted blood soon after my ******* gotten licked
Threw up on my ****
And promptly dipped to get the shotgun grip
***** spit
Got me not wantin to work these long *** shifts
I know im sick
Smell my aroma tell its ebola when
I walk up in the room
Shut up talking and get a stronger whiff
Im the kid who was too demented to have gotten picked
For any extra curricular
Anyway I was busy plottin how to get to ya
Radio waves confuse em make em **** themselves
Silly me Billy Madison was happenin
And i was in the back with Chris Farley doin smack again
Rappers get smacked with used **** pads
A ****** *****
Is all I'll ever be in their eyes
But in mine,
All I see is bodies burning alive
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
When one thinks of ****** desires,
how does one's mind tumble....
Does it think of love or raw ***
Does it think of the past or future....
Does the mind play tricks that lead to hurt..
Does the mind fantasize of the one you can't have.....
****** desires?
Where do they start?
The mind or the pants?
Could it be a smell?
Could it be a look?
Could it be a word?
Could it just be the heat of the moment?
All and all your probly just horney.
Because for the most part it usually turns out to be a selfish act.
As soon as one of the two get off, it's done.
How boring!!!!!!!!!!!
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 5:17 AM UTC
something something little lamb
all these poems are so sad
Mary probably ate that lamb
'cause she probly had no dad
and Old Yeller up and died
at least that's what i've heard is said
but i've never seen the movie
its so old now, he's probably dead
the little mermaid got divorced
because she missed her family
Mulan's life was totally forced
had to be a man just to be free
Eric must have drowned
tryin to get his wifey back
and once a queen is crowned
her main job is in the sack
poems are like country songs
they only talk of what is sad
a long long list of all the wrongs
they're focusing on all the bad
and if you read them backwards
do you think it all is happy things
all positive and happy words
rainbows, butterflies and birdies sing
laughter was my honest goal
but now I'm done with rambling
negativity can take a toll
but I feel for all those suffering
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
a few weeks back i
opened my big
fat mouth
& agreed to bartend
this art auction fundraiser for
street children in
kenya
which my parents organize
yearly
to which a lotta local artists
big & small all
donate pieces to.
anyway my pops wouldn't
let me serve gin with tonic *(this being a front so
i could drink it all of course, if y'know me at all..)*
and bought bud light (horsepiss)
and for wine used several
bottles of the stuff my
mother makes
in town
at the Penetang Wine Cellar
which, though rich & darkly red
is over-dry and smacks of vinegar,
be assured.
so despite see-sawing between
indignant "No's"
&
commiserative "Yes'ses"
(i mean who else are they gonna get??)
(---and due in part to
my lack of success in
making other plans)
i end up doing it &
having an alright time
in the process ...
(hey i had a big sink fulla icy beers &
'probly drank more than anyone
else save my father's friend Ted!!)
---i even threw down
a bit o cash on a pretty neat little
abstract called "view to the bay"
but got outbid,
---as if i needed to drop $100 +
on some painting
when i should be saving ev'ry dime
for old España
in the new year.
so i crack another beer and
live vicariously thru my mother
when she picks up a oil of this island
with big storm & clouds comin' in
---and then outta nowhere it actually is me
that closes out the show by outbidding
a neighbour for a
photograph of some dingy toronto night
(buildings under construction)
and then go back to pouring more wine
& smiling & shaking (wringing) a few hands.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
daddy was dead & i liked being used
I shoulda probly taken a shower
Rinse off the fog I drew on invisibility
& youth
& barrel gun'd eeyes
that mirrored only dice
& worlds of ice & rust
& sweet white dust
& tattooed drums
their
pumping pain
into my
sweet sweat
16 yr. old
frame
there i was
on some polar bear closed shop rug
midnight.
naked. he had taken my
clothes off.
I didn't wanna ****
i wanted to cuddle this stranger
cuddle the fluffy bear beneath my back
under the body i refused to look @
his hand on his belt buckle. caching
zip. daddies last breath. 1 blk
away. 15 min.s b4 here now i lay
prayers in the grave
men smothering my face
unshaven memory.
mind games.
Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
if your beliefs seperate and segregate they probly ****
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
Papi, we won't struggle no more
I promise you
it will be fine
papi, i'm gonna buy a car
and take you out to look at the stars
u won't have to ride the bus
with all them weird fools
(they probly think we are weird as **** too)
papi,
your skin is like the sky at night
do u remember how I held on to your back?
(but u never called back)
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
Last night thought to myself wats the meaning of life? Praised God n spread his love right? Sure you'll meet some people that are mean n thn some that are Wat if u meet someone u love? Do I tell tht person tht I love thm or do bottle my emotions ? Bt Wat if they ask me if I love them? Well god says never tell a lie even if the truth hurts! So tell her I love thn things get complicated bt hw shldnt they get easier ? Ig not but I was told tht if u love tht person alot u fight through some tough times n ignore thm n mental erase thm. So I do so cause I love her n things got easier but thn wht if we get sick of each other ? U probly will I was told thn they said u gotta keep things new n exciting ! So I did so n it got even easier bt later it got hard again ! Bt it's always gonna get hard bt ur love for tht person should make it easy!
Even though I hate somethings since u love I learn to love. N I hope u do the same. So wats the meaning of life praised god n if u happen to find someone u Lik on the Way maybe u shld hold on to thm aslong as u can! Until the end of time
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 1:05 AM UTC
Here I sit alone and lonely
But I'd rather be by far
Most folks I'd like to push off a cliff
Inside a burning car
To ahead and judge me
But do it from over there
Because I'm half past give a ****
And frankly I dont care
You can think I'm crazy
I'm probly mostly insane
It comes from living the life I've lived
Filled with heartbreak, sorrow, and pain
My mother always told me
Don't play with fire you'll get burned
But I guess I was so stupid
It took years of scars to learn
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
The floors ****** up, the doors don't work, and there's flies, flying around my head
I should probly fix the holes in the wall, but i say **** it instead.
Cuase it's all down hill from here. No more saying it's gonna get beter today.
I wish i never got that ******* tattoo on my hand.
I wish i never met you at all.
I'm thinking that you were probly right, and i'm crazy after all.
Words are not working working, and calling you doesn't get anywhere.
The thoughts in your head will never be talked about anyway.
it's no use for me. it's no use for you, all it can do is bring back tears.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:49 PM UTC
Why chase after people
they drop you when your heavy
Inside overflowing
its broken through the levee
Lonely
distraught
Why should i try
feels better when i lie
Wishing i could die
eyes to the skies
Nature talking wise
don't always understand
Though ears are open wide..
most days im like..
F u c k everything
humanity concerned with making money over everything
I probly wont be happy even when iv obtained everything
walking towards success is tiresome my insides hemorrhaging..
On the days i wanna live
i have so much of it..
So much love to give
it oozes out my mouth
But no one hears me out
i feel too weak to shout
Theres too much oozing out
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
To dream of a dream that wont happen to me
I take the chance and try watching my blood flow and flow
i did
ive been to hell and back more then once
we all suffuered
so many times we probly lost count
now i count to three
and now you know that this is
ME
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
how much must my eyes endure?
darkness stares lights and lures,
out from the still void comes one ray of hope,
its 4:20am and i sit here smoking dope.
i may get to sleep this off in some distant time,
probly at the county jail where ill be doing time.
no stems or seeds or any grass to smoke,
funny how a weedless cycle began with one ****
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
jes seen the movie....."winner's *****
was about people like us an sayin
that if you aint doin SOMETHIN
you will be probly doin NOTHIN
an probly tryin real hard (too hard!)
to do NOTHIN ........too well!
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 4:41 PM UTC
Do you wanna build a treehouse?
I just wanna play
we've no friends anymore
I feel it to my core
'cause we're all at home to stay
we used to be so social
and now we're not
only ******** reasons why
so do you wanna build a treehouse?
it doesn't have to be a treehouse
(Put on a mask!
Ok, bye...)
Do you wanna build a treehouse?
ride our bikes just where we choose
I know some social life is overdue
I'm so done listening to
the stupid freakin news!
(hang in there folks!)
It gets a tad bit lonely
with a covered face
watching our lives pass by...
Hey...I know you're out there.
we all probly feel the same
they say stay home stay safe
but see, I have this faith
and it's too big to tame
We all should help each other
there is always hope
so what are we gonna do?
Do you wanna build a treehouse?
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 6:38 PM UTC
I wish my hands were rockets
So I could see the show
Watching them blast off, whe'er they go
I don't really want them anymore
So to them I wave adieu
Well, I would if I had hands...
Instead I flop arms
Like a seal waiting for a meal at your local circus
I pitch tents
And people sometimes visit (read: never)
but a few have wanted to see the show
And see me bark
They probly honk the horn better than I
In the end of the day I pray for a sickness to leave my body
And to not struggle anymore
But I don't think that's really the point
I think it's a story about rising above...
I'm still at the ocean floor, though
And there's a long way up
but away from the dreary, let's focus on cheery
As I carve pumpkins in the shape of silence
There's nothing in April for the stuff in October
So I fold over a game of poker
For another month or two
Pour me a drink, Scottie!
A fifth of *** and a shot o' her
Wondering eyes cut ties to those morals we hold most dear
None of you are mine, and I have little right to peer over as I do
But oh, do I
Wondering eyes are best plucked out by Ravens
Like that's so Edgar Allen Poe
Half Black females can squander careers... or blame
it on the ***** or disney channel
Spring Break, *******
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
I wanted someone new
One who would love my flaws
And still not appear weak
I was left lonely and sober
I wished for a lover
One who would wake me with roses
And probly catch a grenade for me
But I had my heart to mend
I needed a friend
With whom I could never pretend
Help me see reality from illusion
Then I found all three
My friend is my new lover
Diobimma
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
I have meet the love of my life, i never asked for permission i just made her mine.
It isint always easy, sometimes we fight
True love is said to be impossible to recreate and when you get it you should hold it tight
I don't always show you how much you matter to my life because if i did you'd probly never sleep at night.
I'd talk till the sun rise then put you to bed while i slipped off to work. So i didint miss a moment of your life
I promise to try hard and keep you on my mind because there's no one else i would rather have by my side.
You have changed me more than you realize and I've made you my ride or die
I hope we make make it through the good and bad times.
but right now just remember were young, and we might have a long time to love but it isn't always gonna be fun
Ill never touch you with a hurtful hand under any circumstance, im a young man with class.and promise that ill keep you out of harms path.
Im glad life gave us this trance, this kinda love can't be found by chance, 7 billion people and the world made us to match
i love you forever my beautiful monkey.
. sincerely, dennis/ bunny
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
So high above me
I'm so low
I stopped time for him once
He doesn't even know
He lives in the mountains, now
His music, in the trees
Plucked softly by his fingers
Carried on the breeze
His hair, the sun
Eyes, the sky
He probly thinks I'm a freak
That, I can't deny
I long for him,
Like the sea longs for sand
I want to be his "tiny dancer"
Spin in his hand
And I, row, row, row, my boat
Gently down His stream
Crying, crying, crying, Because
This is but a dream
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
Well
Ya cud jes keep ta yer lame excuses!
Probly what yell do!
Like always !
wol me important? **** no!
--
Jes watching !
Jes observin!
NOT doin
Got it?
---
Nobody doin nuttin
Das me
----
Leeme alone
Alone!
----
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-----
_______
I usta be important but I got hurt tryin
I usta be important but I got hurt tryin
I can't get hurt no more !
I done stopped tryin
Ya see!
--
Ain't important no more
Not me
Ain't important no more
Not me
Not me
No more
-----------
WELL WELL WELL
--
Wa you mean
You ain't important no more!
Shut da **** up and get offa
Yer lame *** or I show ya what's important
Dat for sure!
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
I see you look at her
She doesn't have holes where her irises should be
Like me
She smiles I suppose
Where I can only half grin
I bet she's still sober at noon
And wears lipsticks in shades other than liquor
She probly has a wardrobe with more colours than just shades of black
Nothing like me
Her skin has never known the fires of hell, as mine is scarred from the flames
She seems like one of those "sunshine dwellers"
Where too much sun, hurts my eyes
And I prefer the shadows
Yea, I bet
She's
Charmed,
I'm sure....
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
her voice was velvet
sparkling gloom and
it bubbled black n white
and her eyelashes could
probly send waves rippling thru
suspended dust in sunlight
and she loved to get bent
on the piano bench
with ivory petals falling in stream
and electric drops of saliva
twitching and pouring into a pail
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC