"psst" poems
Psst
Hey man
You looking for a boost?
Some bud? Molly? *****
I gotch you
Let's be out
Let's look forward, shifting eyes
Thick blunts, welcome to The Court of Miracles
Where no ones ever dry and everyone's good
The whole place was flooded with music
Pounding, pulsing, entrancing
thump thump thump thump
Laser lights flashing neon colors
Multicolored creatures of night dancing to the whimsical noise
The DJ was young
Attentive to his machine that dispensed exuberant sensate explosions
Rocking back and forth, flipping switches, turning knobs
We are, we can, we will live forever
Then it all went silent and the whole place shot out with a feeling of anticipation
WE ARE IMMORTAL
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
The bass caused everyone of us to vibrate and pick up the vibrations of one another
Hey bro
Take this
Molly
Nerves become fervent
Now meet my other friend
Lucy
Mind is widened
Now you're candy flipping
Hippy tripping
We met a girl
Her dad was a record producer
She was way out there
She was out of her head
We met an artist
He used different types of wood
And carved shapes and patterns in to them
Then painted it with acrylics
Then smashed it with a sledge hammer
People bought it
He was brilliant
He was ******
I was dazzled
She tasted like *****
He tastes like cigarettes
***** devils
Looking for a time
I saw veterans from Iraq letting loose
Thank you
A sea of sweaty smiles going for miles
Under a baroque moon
Sleeveless shirts
Minuscule skirts
Beads, glow sticks
Unity
Altogether
Under one universe
Dedicated to this single moment
And what it means to us
One mind
Joined
For equal freedom
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
psst, bet on the game
bet on the game
big bet, big win
come on, bet on the game
(got a problem with
betting on games?)
hey, bet on the game!
hurry up, bet on the game
you know you can
bet on the game
(if you have a problem
with betting on games—)
get in here, we're
betting on the game
betting on the game
(call this number
in case you're having
trouble) it's almost
over, bet on the game
bet on the game
the odds are good
just bet on the game
(we support you)
you can bet on it
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 8:49 PM UTC
shoulder to shoulder
psst, hey, see the girl
next to you?
you should hold her
bolder and bolder,
like a butch boulder,
they smile and
glance at my lips.
sweet hugs and
warmness touch and
talk of baking,
future plans.
we'll make all the
rainbow cupcakes.
get all the
genderless clothing.
one look
is not a future
written in ink,
but here's hoping.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
"Hey, psst Spongebob?"
The pink starfish says.
"I got something better than 24.."
Spongebob grins,
"Let's hear it.."
The starfish bellows,
"25"
Laughter.
Applaud.
Teacher stares in awe..
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
and oddly enough, H is the only letter in the alphabet that can accommodate vowels the easiest, and subsequently laughter. well m can too, but it's more of a jolly hmm in between sudden outbursts of h and co.
and on Sunday i get to read
about a prince moaning
quote: 'at home on my arse'...
oi oi ***** Harry, where the magnum?
call on Clint Klein and head into the eastern woods!
'there be a bowl of spaghetti there waiting for ya'
the leprechaun said.
ah a job, ah a family, ah George the usurper
of attention seeking girlies...
10 years in the army, and then bust,
using a Ouija board to stop being
employed by McDonald's;
but hey! it's Sunday... can't a price have
his day?
god, this humour is so cheap
it's almost gagging
for canned laughter,
but it ain't getting any, shame,
and double shame for Fawlty Towers using it,
whatnot and what care for all that "famous"
intelligent humour of the British ballot box,
supposedly... if that **** is intelligent & funny why use
such horrid precautions (psst... laziness)?
slapstick does it for me, means i can be intelligent in
other mediums.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
You told me yourself that “little things to you matter”
Being around you I’ve unconsciously adapted that feeling when it comes to you.
You say these things and the side of my brain that usually never gets what it wants is being feed.
Building emotions on the words you say
Building emotions on originally empty words
You don’t do drugs but you parade it around an addict .
You are very aware I’m trying to dispose of my feelings for you.
Seeing you the way you see me
But you make it difficult every time you call out with “psst”
I don’t want to lose you, that is one awful big mistake.
I hope you get past your shyness and let me in
Or maybe... maybe you are just afraid you might lose me when you really open up on how you really feel.
I really wish you’ll stop playing games even when deep down I feel you enjoy it.
So talk to me or make my coping mechanism easy for me
Pal
♚
Kunbi_dia
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
I hate even numbers
They're so predictable
But I love X's
They're so mysterious
I hate biscuits
They make me so thirsty
I also hate coffee
I drink tea instead
I love flowers
They are so pretty
I love plants
They are so green
I hate abstract words
They are so... abstract
But I love abstract things
They are so free
I hate words in general
I find them very limiting
But I am a writer
And they are the best part in me
Anyways, I love the sun
But it blinds me often
I hate how yellow it is
It makes everything look ugly
I surely love the moon
There is something mystical about it
It reminds of the wolf
A good old friend of mine
With his piercing amber eyes
He can look through my soul
I love flowers
I wish I was as pretty as them
I also love clouds
But not as much as
I love the rain
I also love the wind
Hey! easy on me
Don't blow me away!
Oh, You love me?
I love me too
I love me so much
And I hate me as much
No, but really
I love you
Whoever you might be
I hate people
They can be such a headache
With all their talk about themselves
Them, them and them
psst, shut up
Then, they say I am way too careless
Bwah and nyeh, whatever
But I love humans
Never have I met something
As beautiful and ugly as them
I hate society
I find it very... Just no. Ok?
And I also hate reality
I think it's really boring
But I love dreams
sigh... Oh, dreams...
I love dreams
Of wakefulness and of sleep
Strange things happen in mine
But it's all I have ever really known
Oh, did I say I love flowers
Because I really really do
Only give me one once
And for forever, I will love you
Gimme! Gimme!
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
what i understand as a definition of
the word complex,
it requires a hyphen as a
pseudo conjunction, in that it
coordinates words in opposition,
which is why freud's right on the
money with the madonna-whore
complex, but completely bonkers
with his oedipal fetishes,
because oedipus is a complex in itself
that cannot be excavated
and theorised for the sake of a
analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism
that might plagiarise awry,
for all orthodox necessities:
a complex is aqua- -marine
aquamarine... but in terms of theory
it's evident that the hyphen usage
is still retained, before everything
goes **** up perfect *** **** of
compounding the two words like a german:
Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication),
der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!'
'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.'
'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go:
fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.'
the operation was a success, apart from
the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body;
and i never understood why people
expect you to talk to them face-to-face
like you're reading autocue, the minute
you talk imagining off empty space
to invent a new language of comfort
they equate you with autism...
i once had a glance at psychiatric notes
sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general
practitioner)... psst... they only care
about whether:
a. you're able to keep eye contact
b. you're / you're not biting your nails...
but that's what you get, the welfare state
policy of funding distribution of the infamous
n.h.s. (national health service)...
****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting
mind from body like the brain is some
gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for
thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into
psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into
prescriptions for pensioners demanding ******
i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic,
hence their appeal to autistic children,
or just anyone not really into leashes, being
tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come
7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes
that they blend in will flowers, and when awake,
yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's
extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called...
ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck
a million swans with broken necks.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
1
Psst! Nasrudin! Pssst!
says the neighbor
at the doorway;
Nasrudin looks down from his roof
where he's fixing some tiles
and sees his neighbor in the street
Yes? Nasrudin asks
*Come down, Nasrudin;
I have something to say
that cannot be said aloud;
you must stand at the same level
to hear what I have to say*
2
And so Nasrudin comes down
the ladder
and asks his neighbor what the matter is;
and the neighbor whispers:
*Nasrudin - lend me a 1000 dollars;
I need it straight away...*
Come up, says Nasrudin
with no hesitation,
and he climbs
back up to the roof
and the neighbor follows
3
Now here is something,
whispers Nasrudin
(once they are both seated on the roof)
*that I could not say below in the street
but that can be said
when we are at the same height:
No; now you can go*
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC
You were my white rabbit
to follow, take me away
I was an Angel called Alice that
thought you a thing of beauty
All you saw down the rabbit hole
was dust & dirt, darkness,
I saw Angels sadly singing,
locked up, little pills at bedtime
but was reassured the way the world shone
when I said your name
I was convinced
you were waiting for me there
so I asked someone
the way to the fireworks
in Rabbit town, they
weren't sure if there
were going to be any
' No fireworks, on Bonfire night?'
so I followed the talking lamp lights
all the way to the dim, dank river
where a homeless man,
whom I thought to be a messenger
asked me for a coin
& pointed me to a pub
where Rabbits
were gathered drinking
old porter or stout
' There are no fireworks tonight'
they said & asked me
for my passport
''An Angel?
& down here? Ha ha!"
'' I bet she's never
been ******
" Look, please,
I'm just trying to find someone''
I said, not a little upset
'' Yeah, well, who?''
so I told them about you
& they laughed & laughed
'' Us rabbits don't love Angels
He doesn't love you''
'' I think he is a man'' I said
'' That's even worse : lost cause'', they scoffed
as I made my way out
of the Rabbit pub
someone brushed past me
'' Psst, psst, he lives up North''
so I made my way
to the rabbit train station
sat down briefly
on a wall to rest
just then a police car
with some rabbits turned up
'' Angel, you must be cold
what are you doing out here''
'' Yes, get in the car" they said
I tried to explain as best as I was allowed
that I was on my way to meet you
but they packed me away into the car
& before I knew it, drove me there too
Now I'm just another Angel
locked up, drugged & singing sadly
' mental health' the problem, apparently
& each day they tell me
that you don't love me
that's what they do,
the rabbit quacks
but when I get out
I'm going to find you
I'm an Angel,
& Angels always have faith.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Heartbeats, sounds echo
Underground, mists of steam allure
Breathe in,- a forgotten memory
Enigmas allure, steam pipes endure
Parched from the earth, echoing embraces,
Life's echoing, fantasy embraced, - hidden in time
Ressurection, times past now embues
Listen, to the beat, hear the heart beat
Listen, listen to the music
psst, psst, hear the echo, - beat;
Gears chime,- heartbeats of the underground
Leading astray into the labyrinth
Time, now recalled
Water works, steam, lifes intimate connection
Lost within the depths of time
Heartbeats, sounds echo
Underground, mists of steam allure
Breathe in,- a forgotten memory
Enigmas allure, steam pipes endure
Parched from the earth, echoing embraces,
Life's echoing, fantasy embraced, - hidden in time
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
I don't know how
dumb folks can simply
place their brains on break.
Mine likes to cycle overtime,
swishing by
at double time and breakneck
speed.
It's faar past time for my mind
to select a simpler pastime,
try shouting: "Doh!" and "Duuh"
Psst, kid! Just promise me this:
When we corral all
the world's Dodo birds
onto our "Pluto Spaceship,"
We will ask em where they found
their common sense's off switch.
But we better get to it, quick!
My mind is running a dozen
miles per minute;
And your good sense seems
almost spent
😜
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC
I am rushing towards an explosion
of my character
my mind will burst out my ears
and my words will burst out my
eyes and the person everyone
thought I was will be splattered
against the walls while my real
form stands naked for all to see
this fuse within in me comes
dangerously close to the bomb
hid behind my stoic face
the bodies hold me back
and the fuse burns slowly
faster with each person
that stands in the way
three,
two,
one,
I count,
seeing the fuse
come all the way
to the bomb
but then
nothing
psst.
fizzle.
the day goes on
and I am still a
ticking bomb
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 11:27 AM UTC
Sometimes the truth hits me
with a Hulk sized fist;
knocks me down flat on my back
without breath, hitching for air
reeling from the blow…
that’s gonna hurt in the morning.
Other times it’s a tap on the shoulder
or a word in the ear (Psst! Can’t you see?)
and a firm hand taking hold and
turning me right ‘round
“That’s the direction to go,
if you please.”
A firm hand and a whisper
works as well as the blow
and the bruising of ego
heals sooner
than later.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
*Psst, Ms. Anthem! I'm talkin' to you,
You don't know what he's gonna do.
He's selling you down at Planet M,
He's ******* you and he's to blame.*
Didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers?
Haven't I warned you of the dangers?
Why're you hearing what he's telling you?
I created you; what did he do?
*You think he cares about any part of you?
Or what you'll cause the **** blessed to do?
You're his showpiece; he's the front-page story,
You're the sunshine; he basks in your glory.*
I mean what I make, every word that I sing,
it's awareness not revolution that I try to bring,
How'll they hear you if it ain't through me?
How'll they know me if I don't cut me a deal?
*He's just in it for the name and the fame,
his material thirst puts the causes to shame,
he could've walked around, guitar in hand,
a song on his lips, nights of head in the sand.*
How would we then be known in the public domain?
All my efforts would've gone right down the drain.
So I chewed on that cigar; sipped some champagne,
stepped aboard and took a ride on the gravy train.
*Now he'll talk of Dylan and other icons of the past,
well Lennon maybe a hero but never working class,
**** Jagger no one buys was a street fighting man,
and the Gallaghers scripted their masterplan,
He could've stayed true,
if he really wanted to...*
Well, me and you,
we wouldn't have got our rightful dues,
if I did what he wanted me to,
and stayed pure like a mule...
I rest my case, Ms. Anthem.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
I feel love trip on the stairs
carless footfall of a suicide damsel
I see love fail in comfy chairs
the silence of a Netflix series
I taste the end of what seems like
a lifetime of omelette Wednesdays
I hear love crackle with all the excuses
of working late phoned from pub car parks
it's faint call from the bedroom door
"are you coming up to bed soon love"
the click of the refrigerator door
***** of another cold one the psst
of a bottle opening giving it's solemn "no"
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:22 PM UTC
"Psst" I whispered
To the man walking by
My fingers curled
To bade him here.
"What's the meaning of happiness"
I questioned him.
"It's the sun that shines,
The clouds, the grass, the flowers and words. Yes, words."
He said with a convincing look
And so I thought
I'd have a look.
'The sun that shines'
– How the hell do I reach the sun?
Skip.
"The clouds"
–can't reach it either.
Skip.
"The Grass"
– they never seem to reply me
Next.
"The flowers"
– They're all wilting already.
Next.
"Words"
– What are words?
And so I waited
At the same spot the next day
To question that very same man.
but he never came
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
Psst
Hey you
With the skepticism shirt
Pen and pad
Sticking vulgarly out of your pocket
I'm you
You're me
Look at you
With your baggage and your quizzical expression
Turning over stones
Have you gotten through all of them yet?
Close-up of the eye
It's clouded and blankly staring back from the mirror and
...Seems the windows to the soul
need a cleaning, a polishing...
Or perhaps the blinds are drawn?
The void yawns and opens wide its maw
Look at you
Playing with your positions
But even your philosophy isn't really free
You pay a fee
for your philosophy
So maybe
Just be open
And love?
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
it's a story of girl meets boy,
who's reading milan kundera's
the unbearable lightness of being,
girl falls in love,
boy laments this falling in love
with a wish to be dead,
girl ***** the boy's high-school friend
and asks the friend to ****
the boy in a cunning and sophisticated way,
the ****** fails,
boy lives on,
picks up a girl in a park drinking beer,
seduces her for a **** when she forgets
miles davis' kind of blue,
and listening to michael greilsammer's
הוריי שלי (https://goo.gl/DZlekQ)
gives sway, they ****
celibacy of the boy
abolished, more fingers on
the hand than ***** for 8 years counting,
walking home in the cold
night the girl from the park
drowns in the boy's jacket, in terms
of fraction three fifths his size;
concerning title? i don't know where
to cut-in or cut-off from he (heh), shin (sheen),
or any other hebrew letter is,
for if in the case of vav (ו)
the breath is in ***** of the sound
where is the incision for a phonetic unit
of speech to begin or end, akin to greek alpha
and omega, so too with the hebrew examples
ש (shin, not s) and ל (lamed, el or la ahmed)?
i.e. you say omega, but only utter o,
you say alpha but only utter a,
beta but on b etc.
so when giving nouns to units of sounds,
expanding a into alpha aleph, d into delta daleth,
b into beta and beth... how then uncouple
the unit of sound from the noun and couple
it into a word that deviates from noun?
we can sit all day musing this...
the existential philosophers philosophising
with the syllables ego... and i with snoring snorkelling
(zzz)... if ever the serpent slept (sss sizing up
a psst) for man awake then the serpent endeavours
his chance to sleep, brought on by digestion.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
you are in my house
and it will eat you
because you would be dead
i am busy
too busy
for this nonsense
tempting
but i must decline
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:05 PM UTC
Do you want to know a secret?
I'm not who they think I am...
The girl behind the mask screams so loudly,
But no one hears a word.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC