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kat Jun 2014
black girl
burnt fingertips on blunts and radio knobs
singing along to the words
pretending to fall in love
black girl
stuck with scratches
ashes
burnt skin
a taste for
female friends that benefit
black girl
can't hide her DNA
as easily as her true colors
black girl best friend
back girl white for a black girl
black girl lives on the north side
has a side ******* the south
black girl plays blues
bumps Kings of Leon
and Future
wondering which of the two
will be her future
black girl
never cusses in front of her sister
even though all she says is
'**** it'
black girl white car
black girl no license
black girl speeds
black girl art school
black girl need scholarship
black girl raps
and forgets the words
black girl gossip girl
black girl breaks cigarettes
black girl never laughs at me when I think she will
black girl psh
black girl so much better
than who she thinks she is
black girl can't take a compliment
won't take credit
black girl so beautiful
black girl never pays for drugs
but gets high every night
black girl sometimes makes me jealous
sometimes I want to make
black girl jealous
Dougie Simps Sep 2013
AYE,
I’m about to take ya back in time
A heartless little boy with a beautiful mind
A diamond in the rough, society been trying to find
Gives his mama a hard time but she the reason why he grind
Never worries about stress…PSH, sorry for lying
A place in action, they all constantly ask him, “Why you write with so much vigor? So much passion?”
Try to unmask him, but he locked like Rikers
He’s not selfish with his thoughts
He’s just a silent writer.  
Who puts his words on the line, but writes like he’s fine…
If simplicity is a crime
Put him down for a lifetime
Talking sunsets, no regrets, kinda mindset
Can look at a beautiful woman and not only think ***, weight on his shoulders but heart beat works the pecks
Yearning for future earnings
Drive to be New York Cities next
Even at best, puts everything into one quest…gives everything his all and not an EFFORT…less (haha)
He’s use to the people just sleeping on him. DEAR GOD! The lord just beating on him
Cause he aint went to church in…lord who knows?
He just sips for the highs and makes music on the low,
Red light, Green light, Dougie, it’s time to go!
Ya seconds to fame started about an hour ago
You need to cut the bad habits if you want ya flower to grow,
Stay humble in your journey, that’s good for your soul,
Ya never too old to make a new goal, just remember life if a highway and we all gotta pay the toll.
Spreading love with each verse, even if haters start to curse
Cause they best efforts can’t compete with you at your worst,
No reason for bragging, in they face laughin…use they words as motivation, hard work is everlasting (echo out)
LEAVE THE WHOLE WORLD, "WHEN'S HE COMING BACK?" THEY KEEP ASKING! (EXPLOSION EXIT)**
-Dougie Simps #LostLoveWriter
OLD Kanye beat
Quinton Trip May 2014
She told me I was fragile and didn’t have a capacity for emotion. Well *******. She had the most beautiful brown eyes, they made my knees weak. Shattered and disillusioned, I had fallen in love. Compliments are nice, but hookers are cheaper in the long run. Beer is good, ******* is great. My weeping soul could not make the difference out of two bottles of beer or two hookers that were so blown out of their mind, even I looked handsome. After listening to so many ominous records, I had come to the conclusion of defeat.
L Smida Oct 2012
Sitting still as stone
Darkness crowds around
Eyes set in a stare
Upon the glowing screen
But these eyes aren't watching or paying any attention
These eyes are far away
This mind is no where here
It's lost in the past
Wishing those days were now
No explanation of why it isn't anymore
Never did I think it was gonna be a past
I truly expected us to be one forever
I blame the distance
The time spent apart
It just isn't good for the heart that way
Feelings fade
I need to be with you to feel
Without you I'm numb
You need to refresh my memory
I can't be without you
I thought I could
At first it was hard
Then it became unbearable
Then.... A confusing state
Like.. Why aren't we talking
Then a feeling of nothing
Like it'll be okay
Give it time
But then it just feels wrong
I feel lost
Given up on
Forgotten
Not worth fighting for
Or acknowledgeable
Wishing for an explanation
But I kno what you'll say
But I tell myself I shouldn't assume
Ill be honest and say I'm scared
Because I think I've lost you
And I really don't wanna accept that
If it would be a true fact
Idk what you're thinking
Or who you're talking to
But I feel like I'm not on your mind
And I feel like you don't wanna talk to me
So I guess this is just how it's gonna be and I'm not sure why
Yes it hurts
Having an explanation would probably hurt worse
Cause it's probably all my fault like always...
Hooflip Aug 2014
Bad as a ***** *****
Bas as a ***** *****
Flapjack rippin up tracks
Call the conductor
Oh wait that’s me
You need training
Wheel’s on the track
Traction that you stuck under
N never wonder who is coming with the blunderbuss
All up in yo face, one shot n you under us
Ain’t wonderous?
****** up a couple plastics, pause, chill, kickback
Smoke a couple blunts
M to the A G, N to the Ificient
Life’s nice isn’t it?
That is, if ya got a little life light to lighten up those, like,
Way heavy dark instances.
And I don’t give a **** what you’re inference is
Psh, this ***** tryna tell me what the difference is
I thought it was obvious
I am, they are not the ****.
Now we all got a nervous system
But that don’t explain why you’re so nervous mister
I done chained two chains up by his whiskers
Gave away his dummy money needed hunny ****** his sister
It’s the
Little Rapscallion
****** up your fleet, better bring the whole battalion
And I rap stallions, you stickin to the stable
Fables of your ladies n your many medalions
****, I’m goin off in this motha *****
Tossin these ***** fuckas wall to wall
Knockin bricks out with a fist pound
So get out n stand back, take notes, watch it fall
I’m bach with *****, don’t matter what your speed
I can clock em all, No cops involved, knock knock knock knock    
Lock down drop top n ball
I’m all tweaked up n ***** you bound to stall
More hip-hop ****.
Finna record it on the morrow.
Valerie Csorba Jan 2015
"What's the matter dear?"
Psh... They say it as if they actually care.

Everything.

Nothing.

I have no ******* clue what is actually wrong with me.

What is so wrong with me that I am squeezing my lungs with my dirt covered hands just so I have trouble breathing, just so.. perhaps... I suffocate myself...

What is so wrong with me that I've had to cry so often my tears have turned to sand and they begin to erode my flesh?
I've sobbed so often lately that the features of my bare skull are now where my pretty face should be.

I'm such a **** up.

I swear they told me that the minute I was born. You would figure it was my name.

Hello my name is: **** Up.

Nice to meet you. I hope we can be great frie--- oh great.
I've done it again.

I said the wrong thing.
I held out the wrong hand for the handshake.
I'm too ugly for them to talk to.
I'm too skinny.
It's the pimples again isn't it?
They weren't this bad yesterday I promise I just pick
Pick... Pick... Too much.
I'm s-sorry I k-keep st-stuttering its j-just that you're s-so... pretty.  Oh y-you have to g-go? O-okay...

The abandonment issues never really go away.

It gets harder and harder to talk to people. Even in your dreams you try to scream to get some recognition for yourself but every word comes out silent.

Crowds are your worst enemy. You get lost as they swarm towards you and your body suddenly feels tight. Your stomach flips upside down and you're not breathing steady.

And then... Oh! There's that suffocation you wanted earlier. Is it everything you expected? Breathe it all in! Oh wait... You can't. Hahaha!

You can't speak, and when you do you st-stutter again and you speak so quietly that it doesn't even matter anyway.

"I exist." You whisper.

No one heard you, you know.
Instead their voices bounce off each other and you feel light headed as that once wonderful cranium fills with the clamor of the incredibly untalented voice-drummers you unwillingly surround yourself with.

My entire body trembles with anxious defeat.


Such a **** up.
You can't even get him to talk to you again let alone love you, you miserable *******. You're going to be alone forever, you know.

And your own friends!... They're out doing drugs and you always believe them when they say they're going to quit. Jokes on you. This will traumatize you for the rest of your pointless life, especially when you know you could have done something.

You can't even take care of yourself, what makes you think you deserve those wonderful twins you hold so closely to your heart? You should have listened to your father when he said you'd be a terrible mother. He was right. You're horrid.

Sticks and stones WILL break my bones, but words will indeed **** me.

Hello, my name is: ****** Up

Welcome to the town of Unimportance.
Population: Me
Dougie Simps Dec 2013
Yeah,* (start writing)
Tell me, does this scenario seem unfair?
I wished her sweet dreams but only gave her nightmares
Maybe it's the fact that she doubted every bit of my worth!
Maybe it's the fact these insecure women only bring out my worst
Her characteristic flaws are far from heavenly sent
Sip my glory baby, allow my music to be your moments of regret
Hold on girl, promise my rise ain't done yet!
Imma drain ya heart until there ain't nothing left.
All this talent that was all EXternally formulated
Her actions made the hook
Her ******* made the whole creation
I'm plotting revenge baby, so just be patient
Angel eyes...(psh) since when the **** did they start looking like satin?
This **** right here is far from a past love song
This I'm doing me, you gon remember Doug song
Easy to judge me when the criminal was dead wrong
**** venting
When the boy is so far gone.
Take a shot for me, baby let me buy you a drink
You gunna wanna drink away those tears after you read this permanent ink
-Dougie #lostLove
Wrote this to drake new song "Trophy" I told you...I'm getting stronger. The permanent ink will never come off! IM BACK
pat Oct 2014
psh
I imagined my own thoughts
starting with ****, these stains
THICK
Stained to the carpet and wood below. Oh, THICK smell and color
A wash board?
A wash? How could we wash such a thing,
A **** stained rug and a **** stained floor?
How could I think of anything else when seeing the lines of stain

***. not just, but of someone. Not some thing,
but man with reason and morals
A confused man.
Not drunken, or ill in health.
He lies always,
caught by no one
Why?
He is a confused man with many secrets.
This one,   it is certainly ****.
Whether it is in bottles beside the bed,
or a lean towards the mirror with the sink running fast,
it is always unique.
it is always a secret..
You're my favorite cake;
I don't get you too often but when I do its exciting. It's the best one. That's you. I be like, oh can't wait try her!

Like that one time you gave me that head. I was like omggg this *****... esta mujer, gotta be my girl.

You wanna be my girl?
She laughs, and roles around as if to be searching every Window surrounding for faces. No!

Oh, so now I get it.
You hit me up every year or whateva, you make me beg every time I see you Mami. And when we finally ****, it's amazing, & then you wanna bounce. so I'm here to serve you, hu'?
Aye, you listening to me?
Yeah
I'm serving you? You come here but can't **** it mami. Here chula, put it in your mouth.
She laughs, I don't want to.
Psh, agghh.You get me so tight, so why you come here then?
But he's right, she thought, why had she come? She had imagined it wouldnt happen this time.

Did you ******' slap me?
What? That was hard?
Tss
Come on, we was playin' around. If you hit me I wouldn't get tight. I know it wasn't hard.
It was unnecessary.
You like that ****, why you playin?

He turned the lights off while she laid on the bed still fully clothed.
He was taking off his shoes then pants.
She waited.
He creeped onto the bed headed her ways.
Why didn't I try to leave again, she thought
Come on mami, you gon' take this off or what?

Is that mine? Is that mine?
She moans.
Who's is this?

Huh, he grunts.


Yo..
You..
Youurs.
Yeah!

No worries, I'll always serve you. As long as you're alive.
We laughed and I walked down. The last three steps and out the foggy air of season June,
25...
When you were a kid you thought that you would be married by now
Have it all figured out
The career
The home
The car
The kids
Now you're here and *******...
Do we ever really figure it out?
Adulting is hard
Your Facebook feed is filling up with engagements and baby announcements
but your reading the newsfeed in the liquor isle of Safeway
Beer or wine tonight? Hmm maybe *****?
"Psh who wants to be a boring married couple"
That's what you think to yourself
Trying to convince yourself that it's okay
Drown out that little voice in your head saying "you're gonna be alone forever"
It's like walking on a tightrope
One side you have it together and the other side you still might as well be that 21 year old college student ordering shots at the bar
If someone has this figured out- hit a homie up
Until then, I'm just doing me and I guess I'm doing fine
kayla morrison Mar 2010
Oh wasted talent, neglected excellence,
how you enter the light every day, always leaving a black abyss
full of attitude, and rude remarks, offensive words that sting
long after you’ve crept back into your world of tenebrous isolation
we feel the effects, like a wave of negativity

you position yourself south of everyone comfortably north
repelling love, and understanding, but you’re not lonely
No you’ve found the ultimate alternative,
An imitation reality, like McDonald’s food,
Never quite  able to equal greatness, nothing worth praise, almost a waste
A great façade, a fake

Your glossy eyes and lethargic mannerisms tell all
Higher than life, Psh you don’t need us!

But don’t you know? Weren’t you told?
There’s a better way to get high,
why not… … take a drag of the cigarette of friendship,
or a hit of creativity?
These things will far surpass the boundaries of ecstasy

But no,
you sit
and you sleep
senses dulled
eyes glued shut
you reside complacent in a prison to which only you hold the key!

Don’t you know the greatness you could be?
I do because I can see, past the cloudy eyes,
beyond the stinging comments,
I can see the successful well educated man you continually refuse to be.

It hurts and pains me every day getting up from my seat taking the world away,
and on the desk where you used to sit,
is a pile of class work and lessons, that you call *******.

stop now, before the poison penetrates too deep,
save the dying man,
the long list of what you could be
times are tough and temptation is hard to fight,
just remember that salvation is close and it is in sight,
Ask for help and you shall receive,
let in the light and shut out the fog,
not one inky hint should remain,
time is running low, and faith is hard to find….
just once, sincerely try to open your eyes,
take advantage of the time that you have left
because when this years over,
it will be time well spent.
Astoria Carlisle Apr 2011
I gazed at her skin, fried and sprayed orange like the flames
That swallowed her soul, dragged her down to hell with ‘em…
Let her burn.

Staring at her sparkly stripper shoes, I wondered how she could sleep at night.
Well, she probably wasn’t alone.

Her hair, so harsh, bleached blonde beyond compare,
Frail, fraudulent, wannabe beauty
Like her shallow, gimmicky, stage get-up for the guys,
Giving the goods in mass quantity, like a buffet.
How cheap could she be?

I ogled her body, ***** that resembled balloons.
Psh.  More like implants.
Honey, you’re not fooling anyone.

Her makeup, tacky and overdone.
It could never be plastered over her tattered self-worth.

I glared at her clothes, or lack thereof, itsy-bitsy and a poor excuse
For a cover-up, of any kind,
Physical or emotional.
Leave something to the imagination, would ya?

Some girls, how pathetic they are.
I’m better.  I have morals.
Even if I don’t abide by them…
Even if I despise the creature I’ve transformed to…….

I gaped at the reflection, in the million-watt mirror lit aglow…
Who could this be?  It never could be me.
Staring between false eyelashes, she was easy to see.
A party girl.  A ***.
No, no!  
It’s not me…
No, it's not about me.
POSSIBLE Apr 2016
What does samkhya have to do with yoga?
Dual teaching like I told you twice

They say theres….

2 eternal principles manifest in the universe
nature and the self, knowledge like pursua and prakriti different and yet same in this verse
Salvation through transcenscion duality is false i ought to mention
see through it like fallacy, I bless you no curse now apphrension

like flower prints we impresstoo

Lying and violence distract you from your higher purpose
You think you got swag psh better listen thrice so you know you heard this

the only style you got is the life you gotta clean up
clean up your lifestyle , clean up your style, clean up your lifestyle, clean up yo …. liberation comes from

Samadhi : contemplate : enlightened like we : got no hate upon me
but first you gotta meditate, dhyana  and control your breathe
asana  like my chest is pranayamic some speak false **** like they got no teeth,  these thoughts they squeeze but

The churning of the mind cesses when you find
time to practice seeing the self you framing in kind

Epileptic I seizure mind, so epic synesthetic ,
that ***** divine storm like a portal, shorn my form as a mortal

Come and See the world as it truly is
Ill exist till I die, no reincarnation for I and I
namaste  , en lakesh multi-lingual in these cypher cries

Valid means of knowledge:
Did you observe?
Could you infer?
Do they speak with authority?
Could you preach the analogy?

Just because you don’t see
Doesn’t mean it won’t be
Just because you don’t see
doesn’t mean that the **** won’t be

How do I know I am not the only person in the universe
I know my experience
They display markers
We speak we write We **** we fight
We wish We cry we live we die
so maybe were all conscious

looking at you like
maybe you bought this,
cautious we want this, auspice truth

Smoke gone ghost like I haunt this
Is sound More important Than its Meaning?
L Smida Sep 2012
I caught myself holding my breath.
Approaching the powerful intersection.
Enough power to take lives.
Lucky enough to have held onto mine.
The scene replays itself automatically in my memory.
Silver van pulls out infront of me and boom!
Swerve, ditch, smoke.
Gah, adrenaline pumping!
My car took its own life to save mine.
And boy do I miss her...
I blink and I'm on the other side.
I let my breath go and get hit in the face with another ******* memory.
It's funny how memories work.
They can be so deep down and forgotten.
And something like an innocent drive to free you mind can dredge up all the crap that's been buried. 
Every time I pass the house where I was first introduced to ****.
I think of Lyndsae.
Her stupid yellow mailbox.
I have the hidden urge to beat that **** down with a baseball bat.
I look for that ugly car she drives.
Knowing it won't be there in the drive way.
I still catch myself looking.
When I see that car out on the road,
That burnt orange little **** with tires,
I glance at the driver.
Never her.
But still...
No matter how far down the memories are,
It still comes back to me.
I wish I could twist a cork ***** into my ear and yank my brain out.
Take it apart and put it back together again like a puzzle.
Only, leaving out all the pieces I don't want to remember.
I don't wanna think about Carlee every time I pass Eatn Park.
I don't wanna think about Drew when I pass the road I used to turn on to get to her old house. 
I don't wanna think about Coonz ******* that guy when I drive to New Eagle.
And when there's no land marks to refresh my mind ****** memory,
The music does a fine job of working tears out of my eyes.
Taylor Swift and her "I'm dying to know if it's killing you like its killing me" 
Or blink 182 saying "I'm just a ******* child, don't let it go to your head."
And as soon as Celebrity Status starts playing, BriZ is there sitting beside me. We're off to pittsburgh's light up night.
With the next song, she vanishes "and sometime I say things that I wish that I could take back. The most crucial thing I lack is a thing called tact. And if you're always so intently listening. Then that smartest thing to say is to tell myself not to say a thing"
Oh!!! And the real heart wrenching song of all that makes me ball like a little ******* baby "oh dear. It's been hardly a moment and you are already missed. There is still a bit of your skin that I've yet to have kissed..... We'll be holding hands once again. All our broken plans will mend. I will hold you tight so you kno."
And oh I want you to kno so bad.
My memories won't go away. 
They are apart of me.
Believe me, I wish I could sort them out and throw all the bad ones away.
But I can't.
So you can say I'm not over something when I am.
Cause when the subject is brought up, it's impossible not to think about it.
Just because it's a memory that makes me mad, sad, upset, angry, or violent, doesn't mean that I'm not over it. 
I'm over all the stuff in the past besides the absolute last thing that happened to me. 
She felt like my one and only.
I called her the love of my life.
Better than all the rest by far!
So much trust and happiness.
But love don't last forever. 
I think about her all the time.
In bed.
In the shower.
When I swim.
When I hear music.
When I'm just ******* sitting here watching tv.
I fantasize way too hard.
And it only hurts.
It hurts to remember. 
I tell myself that I will do anything to get that back. 
But with what was said, she's turned off and out.
Faults mine, hands down. 
Round of applause for the old jack *** the refound the surface. 
I knew I couldn't be good enough for her.
Why do I set myself up for failure?! 
Maybe I should stop trying so hard. 
Psh.
I beat myself up worse than anyone else could.
I'm my own bully.
I'm the only enemy I have.
All the others are just decoys.
Mishandling situations
That's all on me.
And I can't do anything to change it now.
Regret? Yea.
Some.
A lot.
But it's over.
All over....
Rissa Wallace Dec 2011
It was magical. The starry night, under the trees.
The romance, completely willing.
Each person covering in the I love you's of tomorrow and for the rest of eternity

Or at least thats how it was perceived by their story
Everyone knew what they didn't want them to...they're romantic night was a joke.

Stumbled drunkness, followed by lustful "I love you's" and bad decision making

It was all an accident and it was the beginning of me.

Panicked months followed. Fake happiness. Attempts to destroy and forget the mistake.

New years. They made a vow...a resolution to finally be okay.
And for a while, they even tricked themselves to think that.

It was great...for about a year
then he left
she left a few years later.
World War 3 was at a stand still...but only for a while.

It didn't take much to rekindle the fire.
As they say...you always remember your first drunken love. To love forever with them until the day the universe forces you two to part.

(PSH! Yeah...thats not what they say)

There was crossfire immediately

Flames thrown further than light can travel and the only person being burned...was me.

I wasn't raised by them. I couldn't ever possibly be that angry.
I have loving grandparents that show nothing but affection and support.

BUT GENETICALLY...I was *******.
My outside environment only frustrated my inside environment.

It was like the Wiggles vs. Hannibal Lector.

Surprisingly the end didn't turn out as violently as many imagined.
I was always trying to be "saved" but I never understood what from?
The worse that had come out of the entire situation was me...as I am now.

Granted...I have communication issues I'm a bit too sarcastic and the only was I can say what I really feel is through pen and paper. Sticky notes cover every corner of my room, screaming every obscenity that has ever crossed my mind
AND YET....
I think I'm okay.

I'm successful in most aspects of my life. And it had everything to do with my beginning.

I've heard "I'm sorry" ever since my grandparents came to back to school night in kindergarten.
What for?! How many people do you know that can walk through a valley of fire unscathed?

Honestly, don't be sorry...because after what I've accomplished
the lustful drunken night vs. the romance means nothing.

And who knows...it could have been under a tree on a starry night.
There once was a maiden so utterly fair
Everyone desired to be her lover
With her forest eyes and ebony hair
They came asking one after another

Now Alex had a tainted heart
She didn't care for any lover
She only thought of herself
So God decided to fight for her

He thought one of his children
So completely beautiful
Should be given a second chance
To have a beautiful heart as well

So he sent Victoria to her
An angel of purity
Yet perfectly capable
Of kicking *** if need be

So that very night
Alex was out a little too late
And shadows gave her fright
For they followed her again

Voices echoed behind her
Saying "hey lets have some fun"
Yet Victoria arrived at that moment
And said "I think that we should not"

The men only laughed
Sending anger through her blood
Victoria, the angel of heaven
Decided to have her kind of fun

She did not need her wings
To jump from the rooftop
Landing on her golden heels
She smiled and the men just stopped

They only stopped laughing
They stood in shock and stared
How could she survive a jump
From all the way up there

Now Alex, she was awestruck
At the beautiful savior before her
Now the men thought they were in luck
For they now had two to torture

"Leave now!" the divine angel spoke
Or I swear you'll lose your life"
Not one of the men cracked or broke
She pulled out the Empyrean Scythe

How many men let out a shout
At the woman with the weapon
Their heads no longer filled with doubt
They'd run there was no question

So the men they ran and fled
They were all such petty cowards
They left the woman behind instead
Alex then gazed at that woman, empowered

"Are you alright?" The angel said
Yet Alex only nodded in daze
Victoria placed a hand on her cheek
With a soft and worried gaze

"Are you sure?" Asked the holy one
Alex gave her a soft smile
"Yes but what are you,
and have you been here for a while?"

"Nope this is our very first meeting."
Victoria had simply replied
So beneath the stars they walked and talked
And reposed into the night

"Do you believe in angels?"
Victoria asked as midnight struck
"No, but now I've seen one."
Alex said with a flirty look

Victoria chuckled amusedly
Alex didn't know what she'd said
"Yes, you have, but not the same
Angels are beings to dread."

"You mean you're a real angel"
Alex asked in utter disbelief
"But of course my chosen" Tori said
As she revealed her golden wings

Alex stared in awe at the feathers so soft
"Yup!" Victoria said with a grin
"If you're joking with me, I must say *******."
Then angel didn't like Alex's language.

"Don't take attitude with me!" Victoria snapped.
Her eyes glimmered with golden fury
"What if I do, you're just heaven's brat."
Alex snapped oh so sassily

"Listen little girl,
I've lived much more ages than you.
If you think that you can battle me,
Try it I'll give you a lesson true."

"You are made of ignorance!"
"You are not my mother!" Alex called out
"Mute!" Victoria said in annoyance
But no words could come out

When Alex and Victoria go home
Alex still can not speak
Walking down the silent rode
The beauty felt so weak

In front of this divine being
Her eyes they seemed to dance
Her beauty against Victoria,
Psh she didn't stand a chance.

Alex grew to admire her first
Winking and flirting every chance she got
Victoria resisted knowing of the worst
That could happen if her father was distraught

Now one night a week
they sat among the stars
Victoria was staring at Alex's arm
And all it's scars

Yes, Alex was beautiful,
yes, Alex was vain
However she was dutiful
To giving herself pain

She never believed she deserved love
She never once thought she was good
Then she met Victoria
And instantly knew she would

She would learn to love her
Yes she would become entranced
The cutting all stopped instantly
For her feelings had enhanced

Victoria kept her mouth shut
About the scars that lines Alex's wrist
She could tell there could be more
If the questioning did persist

The night Victoria fell for her
They sat beneath the tree among the stars
Vowing her life and love to Alex
Seeing beauty in all her scars

Slowly months, and a year went by
Victoria loved Alex's eyes
Alex fell for an angel of the lord
Her the warrior, with the sword

They hugged, they kissed
They kept in the dark
Not caring for others
Hiding who they are

Now Victoria was called to the gate
To speak with the father, execution by mace
How dare she fall for his lovely daughter
An angel, how dare she find a lover

Now her God, yes he was displeased
Deciding to cast her from above
He took Victoria's golden wings
And she hurt, in the name of love

Bloodied stubs, of faded wings
A halo dropped from the sky
The day the father was in fury
Was the day an angel died.
Dougie Simps Aug 2014
Felt like yesterday you made my heart spin
I felt the satisfaction of potential love within
Ive lost a lot, only gained a little
You showed me what it feels to win
I sit back and think a lot
You changed my story and altered my plot
The kinda movie that is good that you don't want it to stop.
As madness entered, My heart ventures and curiosity killed the cat
I can't help but constantly think about what you're doing, how you've been and where you've been at?
But that is just that
Probably wasn't meant to be
I guess I'm a optimist, hopeless romantic, it was the idea of you that was all I could see..
Been drinking just to ease the pain, everything's altered nothing feels the same
Why didn't we just meet up?
Feel that would of changed things.
But I'll take that
And fall down only to get up and go now
It's a learning lesson that I've tried to gain
It's myself imma try and change
-----
Sippin a flask of my own emotions cause I keep em to myself
Smoking on some SOS
Smoke alarms that show I need help
Wouldn't of been just another notch on the belt
This was purity I felt
It was the heat love could bring
As insecurities and skepticism was gone now....as slowly they melt.
I apologize, and wish at night
That you would one day just reply
"I don't miss you" "it meant nothin"
Psh, well that just my emotions telling a bold lie. I tried. I actually didn't
I'm chasing my feelings down with regret
I'm chasing something that's going to be forever missing.
Wrote this to "Memories Back Then" by TI
Nathan Young Jan 2014
What am I to you?
No, no..just think about it:
Conversing only through a brew;
a poison is calling.

Yeah man, just drink it up.
We're living it to the fullest.
Pour that **** in my cup!
"Psh, we don't stop yet."

Our voices only grow louder.
A shame our own words slur.
Others can't control themselves;
beastly eyes met with ragged fur.

Four-three-two-one
Pyramid formed, drop that ping-pong!
Crank up the volume!
We're playing that song!

Intoxication embrace the mind~
Distortion amongst all kind~
Your eyes now temporarily blind~
Leave all those senses behind~
The one ****** you cannot find~
A bleak future forever signed~

Sirens echo, ending the fun.
Flashes of red and blue
sets in motion a mass paranoia,
signifying the party is through.

So I ask you again..
What am I to you?
effaced Apr 2015
they get everything handed to them
and i get everything ripped from me.
but that's how it goes, i guess.
they'll get the perfect job,
psh, more like sleeping with the boss.
i'll get the perfect job,
work my way to the top.
all blood, sweat, and tears,
breaking all of my fears.
those stories are the best right?
the one where the trillionaire
made herself, she couldn't
get a break, and then she decided
that she didn't need one,
and that instead of ******* her
way to the top,
she took it.
she didnt have
the best childhood,
in fact, she doesn't
talk to her family,
she lives in luxury.
something she's never
had before.
they may have everything handed to them,
but if its given, is it really theirs?
because doesn't that mean that whoever
gave it to them, has the power to take it away.
and i may get everything ripped from me,
but, one day, they will have everything
ripped from them,
and i shall finally be at peace.
Overwhelmed Dec 2010
laugh in the face of death
give him a big old smile and say
“*******”
tell him
“I don’t care if I die,
I’m not afraid.
Not of you,
not of where you’ll take me.
So come on!
**** me!
**** me you crazy ******,
or I’ll do it myself!”

and he’ll back down
saying
“**** man,
calm down
it’s not that big of a deal”

and tell him
“no big deal?
what the hell you talking about?
no big deal.
psh.
You’re ******* death
come to ******* **** me
and I’m supposed to be ******* my pants
but guess what?
*******!
I’m not afraid!
Come at my you mad-house ****
I wanna see what you got!”

death’ll run then
off back into the shadows
where he waits for you regain your fear
but right then
high on the adrenaline of this whole scene
you can’t be touched by him

you just said
“*******”
to death
and guess what?
keep it up
and
he might just never come to get you
Hawk Flight May 2014
Life is a cruel mistress
she will beat you down
then turn around
and tell you its all your fault

She'll twist all your demons
and make them come alive
through waking hours
and sleep

She'll gladly psh your drug of choice
weather its coke
or a razor
alchol
or ***
and scream at you till you use

you want to lay down
and surrender
praying she
will have mercy

Because fighting her saps all your energy
But she is a cold hearted foe
she wont stop
until she wins
and your life is lost

So hold on to your support beams
family
friends
writing
they will be there
they will fight
when you need a time out.

But please
Little LF
dont give up just yet.
little LF means Little Lady fellow. A nickname  I have bestowed upon the sister of a dear and close friend (Fenix)
WAli Dec 2013
I was sure
Sure of myself
Thought I was above clichés
Live to please someone?
Psh i'd think "it'd never come to that"
But then he was there
He'd been there a while
No stranger
A comfortable smile
I kid you not
It came to me like a slap in the face
This sudden urge? This unrivalled adoration?
It felt so out of place
Its the simple things
Your little gap between your teeth
The effortless and energising teasing
I began to see see parts of me within you
The quiet thoughtfulness
The smile you had for everyone
Always a thousand times more beautiful when directed at me
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
Lately I’ve been dreaming,
Of the old days. Oh its amazing,
How things have changed. Back then,
When nothing made us worry, Back when
We were free, I loved it when you smiled
At me. I’m sure it was you, who was first
To make my heart skip a beat.
I remember how we used to hold hands,
Every second of every day, whenever we had
the chance. I also remember the feeling
Of holding you in my arms, and how you
Always made me happy when I was sad,
Afterwards saying something like “Psh, that was hard.”
Your sarcasm, geez,
Something I definetly dont ever again want around me.

But you know, what I remember most,
Are the things you had to say, Before
You went away.


“Before I go, I just
Want you to know, That I
Wont cry anymore. That I’ll never be
Lonely, because all the memories of you,
Will keep me company. I wish I could stay,
Even if it were for just one more day.
You’ll forever be in my heart, and I promise
To never forget your name. There are
So many things, I want to say to you, but
I have no more time left, so listen because
I’m going to say the words I hold most true.”

“I Love You.
I Love You.
I Love You.”


Never again,
Did I ever get that same fuzzy feeling.
I tell my friends about you all the time,
But they just don’t believe me.
Written on February 2nd, 2009.
Meghan Letson Dec 2012
I thought you were done
When you left with no farewell
I thought I was young
when I broke that evil spell
but no now I'm old but still I cry
still I hurt and still I wait
I wait and wait as years go by
for the day when your name no longer ignites my hate
I hate no one. I love everybody
that’s just a lie you make it untrue
it seems now pain is my hobby
that evil spell renew i cant stop that you don’t care
that I was just your toy, and unwilling player
make fun of my face, my love, my hair
you did much worse I'm sure you remember.
Trust, psh you took more than hat from me
you took my heart, my childhood, even my pure mind.
It always did seem" I love you"wasn’t free.
But then I broke your rules so you left me behind
is that normal? To have to work for love
see you with other girls and then beg for a hug
no, no, its not normal and I'm glad I made you stop.
So when will I  break this spell now that your gone
maybe when you admit it was you that was wrong!
maybella snow Jul 2013
i just love it how                      
             when i'm having
a random rant                                  
about something completely ridicules                                                        ­
                                                              li­ke stockings [psh]
                                                         ­       or having a tiny hole
                                                            ­                 in your favorite socks [gasp]
you laugh                          
agree                                      
then say, while you're smiling                    
completely out of no where                              
"this is                                                      
one of the reasons                
why i love you"
                                    

                      ­                 and that is one of the reasons
why i love you
this might be strange to say, but this is my favorite poem that i've ever written, wrote it just then, but yes it's my favorite, because it makes me smile
Paul Donnell Mar 2017
The night was washed out in a errie blue grey. The moon made the beat for me a bit less anxious.. This part of the city aint never been kind. Taking a long drag from a stale ciggarette i thought about the dective boss man introduced me too at the bar. A Robert Cobalt. A steely dispostion and eyes that cut through in a way that didnt make total sense. He told me about a  lead. Riches and adventure await if I'd just put aside some morals and go with it he said. Diamonds.. Always been attracted to the worthless things, theyre just rocks but I bet a fist full of em.would make any man feel like a god. The light turned green and I wondered what would make a man get all twisted up and go after such a thing. Turning a corner towards 8th street I looked out my passanger window and saw something not too out of the ordinary on this side, a man approaching a women, knife in hand and a gait that meant bussiness. I turned on my lights and told the sunnuvabitch to stop where he was, guess the man was desperate cause he ran full force towards the women, after her bag id guess. Reflex and training set in and i went through the motions, the whole time thinking theres no way i could be fast enough to stop this. What i sae next surprised the hell outta me. Calm as could be, right before the man got to her and right as i was stepping out of the car she threw an elbow right into the mans chest. He doubled over, caught of guard by the heavy blow. She grabbed the back of his head by his hair pulled him up straight and flat laid him out with a well placed blow to the jaw. Subsequenctially my jaw hit the floor. I walked towards her slowly, the threat neutralized. She stood calmly and lit her self a smoke. She told me her name was Tessa. Tessa rosiere. A privite invistagator. I guess i looked more shaken than she did as she offered me a ciggarette. I stood there for maybe a bit too long without saying anything and the man started to groan and stir. I asked what she was doing out here this late already knowing the answer. Following a lead she says.. Before i can ask more theres a bright flash a strange smell and a dull pain. I look down and my stomachs leaking blood. Cant remember much after that. No idea who had shot me but waking up in the hospital on the east end was surprise. Still alive i guess. The sterile scent of the room made me feel like.running and the sight of all the tubes sent my heart faster than it needed to be. Shot in gut. Either by tessa or by that ***.. Maybe even some one else who knows. Still alive though.. Oddly the tgought of diamons crept into my scattered brain. The idea seemed more than appealing now.  No more late beats in a bad part of town. No more getting shot,  no more having to work. Just a fist full of diamonds and the freedom.to do as i wanted. My last groggy thought as the flourecnest lights blurred was of Cobalt.. I'd find the *******. And see what he had to say
.sleep took me like a riptide.

It wasn't long after when I got out of the hospital. The doctor gave me all kinds of prescriptions but I knew the only medicine i needed was waiting for me in a smokey room full of tired souls. A double on the rocks. I walked into the run down pub and the smell of cigars and whiskey welcomed me like a hug from my father. Only not as warm. "Double on the rocks. Keep me comin til I leave." I said. Muddy Waters was painting the whole place blue. "That's not gonna help you heal, jewels.." A voice said behind me. I turned around and it was special agent Heller and her trainee Agent Ronen. They had sweet faces but you'd be a lucky man to not be on their bad side. Heller blew smoke in my face with a smile. I guess that's as close as I'll get to a "welcome back". We sat and talked for a while while Ronen looked at her phone. She wasn't into conversation much. Once we were all sure we had one too many, we were ready to call it a night until Ronen got a call. "****. Don't pack it in just yet." Heller scoffed "I'll be ****** if I'm gonna go wipe some rookies nose this late at night." Ronen looked at her boss sternly. "You're gonna wanna see with one. It's not rookie this time. Murphy Pendleton just kicked the door in on a **** lab on 92nd street". Pendleton. That crazy *******. Hearing his name ****** me off. "You guys can go handle that ******* on your own. I'm not..." "No. You're coming. I saw your badge and Gun. You might as well be on the clock Jewels. Let's get down there before he scares off the camera crews again. It's gonna be a long night." Heller said putting out her cigarette in my drink. She was right. No one ever wants to walk in on a crime scene if Pendleton is involved. Chief Cobalts been after that ******* badge for years. But ******* does he get the job done. Tip the bartender, grab the coats. Time to see what fresh hell was waiting for us. Before we left, I put Tom Waits on the jukebox...

I don't even hear the sirens anymore. We all got in Hellers squad car and headed to the crime scene. I see the lights flashing from the roof of the car. But the sirens might as well be the sound of a car passing or a telephone ringing. When you hear something everyday, it just fades away. Heller and Ronen sat up front and I was in the back. I had forgotten how cramped it was back there. It took me back to when I was a stupid kid. Back when I was afraid of those same lights and same sirens. Back when i still saw people passing by, not just potential criminals. We pulled up to the crime scene and the press was everywhere. The whole front of the building was taped off. "Well at least there aren't any bodies in the street this time. Looks like Pendleton could be getting soft on us." I saw Ronen let a smile slip across her face. I couldn't help but laugh. We all know Pendleton's rep. I guess you gotta have a dark sense of humor for this ****. One of the rookies I liked was holding the line. "Ventus. What are we looking at?" I asked while lighting up a cig. Ventus looked down at her feet. "It's not good. He really just......it's not good." She said in a tired low tone. Heller put a hand on her shoulder. "Go home Tera. We can handle this. Jewels. You go on ahead with Ronen." Heller said. We walked under the tape and towards the scene. The door to the small shop was handing off the hinges. Bullet holes in the glass. Blood on the floor. The red trail led us to the back room. One. Two. Three. Four. Four dead bodies. Blood on the walls. And in the cleaning supply closet on the back wall off this moldy dreary **** lab sat Pendleton on a over turned bucket. He still had his pistol in his hand. "Ronen. I'm gonna..." I started. "Psh. You don't gotta tell me twice." She said before exiting back to the front of the store. A shoe shop with a **** lab in the back. That's a new one. I started towards Pendleton. It was hardly a graceful entrance on account of having to dance around dead bodies. About 3 feet from Pendleton is where I noticed, the man wasn't shaking. He was just sitting. "Pendleton. What the **** are you doing? What happened here?" I barked. "Got a lead on this lab and came to investigate. As soon as they saw me, the pulled their guns. I didn't wanna get left out so I pulled mine. The 2 up front ran to the back. Caught the tall one in the shoulder. Reloaded and came back here. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom." He said. Calm and collected. "There's only 2 guns on the floor. The other two, why are they dead?" I asked. "**** Jewels. Maybe after I dropped the two with guns, the other 2 picked them up. Maybe I did what I had to. And maybe I'm not in the mood for all YOUR ****** QUESTIONS." He yelled looking up at me. His teeth showing like a mad dog. His gun was still in his hand. "Get your **** together Pendleton. This isn't the time or place for your ****. And put your ****** gun up. The cameras are right outside." I said quietly. Pendleton was a loose canon. And I made it known I hated his guts. But hey, you can't choose who you work with. "What's the matter with you? Normally you woulda left by now. Why are you sticking around for this one?" I asked looking around the room. Pendleton reached in his pocket and pulled something out. "I pulled the IDs on all these guys." He said handing me for drivers licenses. "Jacob Wrens, Joseph Brown, Tanner Wilcocks and David........Cobalt..." I read to myself. I darted my eyes at him. His face was dead. His eyes were grey. "Murphy.....are you telling me......one of these kids is the chiefs son?" I said slowly. He looked down at the floor, opened his mouth and said ".....was"
saving a story, a wee bit of mine mostly my friends.
Gigi Tiji Feb 2015
omnomnom
yummy cookies
satnamnom and
"There is only One God," they said!
and I was like,
"Psh! Nawww, dude! They're isn't a 'God'. Prove it!" But then I was like, "Wait, since when the **** do I ever prescribe myself to oppressive dichotomous systems?!" and then all of a sudden I was like,
"Wait, there's like an infinite amount of those things!" and
then I was like, "Whoa, infinity is totally one."
but then I was like, "Wait, it's also totally none."
and then I was like, "
everything is one
everything is twice one
everything is half of each
and infinitely more than none
and that sounds like pretty much everyone I know.
and, well, let's just say
that there's one constant
and that one constant is love
and that love is always changing
that love is always growing
expanding in all directions
and ever since ever is it
becoming love
Gigi Tiji Jan 2015
I'm just sitting here
idly interpreting things of purpose
because apparently
we're here to make
Things
out of senseness.

I'm actively miscommunicating
purposeful everythings
because we're
actually
not here to make sense of
foreverthings.

Psh, neverthings. Blablabla alwords!
Anythen, you overstand, left?
Up.
Terry Howe Aug 2015
Depression? Psh so what. But in a way depression is silent. It attacks the mind, body, and soul. It doesn't matter who you are or if you're famous or not. Depression can strike anyone at anytime when you least expect it. It will never leave your side. It'll never let you rest, smile, laugh or be happy. It sticks to you like the way glue sticks to paper. You know that it's there but you really can't do anything about it. It attacks you in many ways. Whether it be a bad breakup, seeing someone you love or care about with another person, not being able to see the ones that you love and know. You're in a hopeless spiral and waves of emotions are crashing all around you as you try to swim away from it all but it keeps pulling you back in in a mindless and endless void of darkness. You try to find your way through it but you have no light to guide you. You frantically search around for something to hold onto of find some sort of light in the darkness. As you are walking you're finding it hard to take the next step. You're slowly sinking in the darkness screaming out for help but no one comes to your rescue. You continue to scream as your face is now in the dark void and you start falling. As you fall you start to think of those that have helped you but then you also think of those that abandoned you. Your eyes start to tear up and swell and you start to believe that no one would be there to catch you. There is no one that'll help you out in your times of need and when you want to say something or cry out for help, you're afraid to even do it because you don't know how people will react or what they will say. It's all up to you and how you even say it. They could leave you or they would understand and help you through it. But you're still scared out of your mind because they could turn their backs on you and tell you to ***** off or make you leave them alone for a long time because of what you have said to them. You then have no one to count on anymore. You start to go to therapy for your depression and you tell them what you have done and that you want the pain to stop. They always say to you though that everything will be alright and that things will get better over time and that you just have to wait for that time to come. After a while you start coming to the conclusion that nothing good will come to you anymore. You lock yourself away hiding from the world around you. You become a total shut in secluding yourself in your own comfort zone but you find that you are still lonely and that the depression is weighing you down. It's making you carry it with you where ever you go making sure that you are always in a bind and making sure that you can't get out of it even if you'd try to. Depression is a silent killer. It can strike you at anytime and at any place. There is no running from it even if your in therapy or taking pills for it. It'll still attack you no matter what and when it does, you'll want to give up on everything and everyone. it's just a matter of time.
Tila Apr 2019
"Boys will be boys." psh.
"how do you know its the truth?"
" Smile sweet heart, its pretty."
Tila Apr 2019
I could write a million poems,
but I don't.
I'm caught up, lost, taken from the world.
here is where my existence lays,
somewhere between pain, wonder, and reality.
we fight for what?
love? experience? knowledge? ourselves?
we fight for what?

I could write a million poems,
but I don't
why?
is the world too fast?
am I given too much at once maybe?
psh, a real shame- given too much.
given so much, its too much.
psh, a real shame.

I could write a million poems,
but I dont.
the truth is- who knows?
sitting in bed looking out your window
who knows? who knows.

— The End —