"quik" poems
akkanaka pudding green snot pie all mixed up in a dead dogs eye
swillit down Quik ! with a cold cup of sick
akanaka pudding green snot pie
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
They say i’m creative as a reversed mime;thinking outta the box
my minds found a way to rehearse time while it stops the clock
tick tock
what time is it?
prison block – on some infinite minute ****
neurons firing
pew
change of management declared- archetypal hiring–whoo
“Do you specialize in living positively?”
{I can try}
“Will you try to stay away from virus compositories?”
{oh me oh my!}
I live different lives as the same people:
go to the same church with different steeples.
Question the voice from my bed; oh **** am I dead?
tryn to lift my arms, but they filled with lead
where am I going and who have i led, to wander and ponder in the land of the dead
its this chilly necropolipse; filled with empty soul ships.
I can’t get warm here and so I fear
stricken by a paralysis , caught in the mists of myr
influenced by infected cysts, sickness adhere…
better deal quik through love metamorphosis
but I kan't…..—————-says who?
great big king boo!
he haunts me and taunts me into less than mediocrity
but its simplicity, don't deal with me, simply leave and then you’ll be free
of me and my moaning, ******** and pathetic groaning
but I’m simply freeflowing,
I guess I'm like an emo chick, dip in quick , then get out of it
like a quicksand pit you’ll stick quick – I do my job a bit to legit
while you sit and feel …………………………………………
……………………………this is some straight simple ****
1+1= 2
but in my equation, I'm still left with none, no you'd think , but this ain't fun
“So leave!” I yell
“Get out of here!”
I’m lost and confused like a catholic queer
Am I sincere?
maybe
what morals appear?
when your without another and can't find your brother
simply steer clear quick!————————————————–>away from that skell *****
with his nonsensical lycrical pains
and paradoxical ego feigns
from left to up
side to side
always quik to hop
and hide n hide
non-attached….BULLSHIT!_-^-_–<>re-attache these b-r-o-k-e-n__bits& p.i.e.c.e.s
so maybe one day you’ll do better than me
Just don’t listen to way i say and get away from me
EMO thoughts brought to light
need some *** I think i might
oh wait , is this just a way for me…the pages in the journal get away from me
a psychiatrist in the pages….paid for free.
**** thanks ink, thanks journal, thanks ego and funeral
I just killed my ego , and it was the death of me.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
Blessed are the young for their innocence and wonderment , for bright eyes and cheerful smiles ! Little ladies in training with tea sets , dolls and easy bake ovens . Young boys with frogs in their pockets , baseball caps , ***** from head to toe ! For their first day at school and precious artwork posted on the refrigerator door ! Hayrides and trick or treat , Cub Scout and Brownie field trips , bicycles , bonfires , marshmallows and Hershey bars ! Christmas songs , snowmen and sleigh rides ! Flying kites in March , warm April mornings , Summer vacations in June and July ! A prayer for the children tonight , tucked away in warm beds , safe , filled with imagination , joyous for their first peeks of sunshine at Dawn ! Saturday morning Pop Tarts and Nestles Quik , Bugs Bunny , Spiderman and the Banana Splits !
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
We never flex..
we never rest..
I learned to live with no regrets..
like nahh I ain't seen them yet..
they never come over to visit..
I still **** wit my ******
Tryna teach something and roll something everyday..
willing to listen all ways..
from every direction we tryna get paid..
I am the master of my own fate..
no slave ships just yacht days..
whips and chains just to misbehave..
Runnin for gold tryna overcome the maze..
still blasting joy and pain..
like everyday..
balance ..
the weight I lift on my shoulders ..
boulders, a country and a couple mountains..
but who's counting ...
unless it's the money..
she said I changed when I ain't want the change on me..
let em have it..
it's good to be a blessing to those who don't have it..
cause if I didn't ...
I know **** well I would grasp it..
I'm tryna show time I am magic..
yellow Porsche carrera 911 package
wood grain and all black leather lavish
staring at the world in my rear view blasting
On the gas mashin..
never ever crashin..
smooth sailing wit plenty cabbage..
she tell me slow down take my time..
I said I been Robbin all my life..
I think Ima take advantage of tonight..
DJ quik and some sprite..
future stick talk and hella yellow rice..
siracha in the marinade?
Nice..
we just livin life right?
We Can't afford to think twice..
so we got paid to think wise..
So we Chase our visions and sights..
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Hung around Quik Trip until we felt more success
Headed on the highway 5 minutes to 3
Put our location on the GPS
Had on my hood so no one could talk to me
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
tonight might make my heart beat so fast
Im a radical yes, and I might let go a little atlast
the circus down the street wakes me up every morning
the drops of dew fall off my shoulders from those precious white lilies
that you left on my front door with a note that whispered softly to me
you make me blush
I kiss my own hand and prepare it to write my soul on parchment
In a language thats almost invisable to eyes that reveal themeselves to quik for interest
sometimes my fingers are too strong and the paper is too thin
but the walls of the trees and the sand never fails
and the leaves on the ground are always smiling at me when I walk there to write about this
I feel the butterflies in every corner, everytime I look up with a daffodil pressed against my lips
I say no your beauty makes me blush
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
your smile
your love
your touch
what for?
only heaven knows why
why u had to leave so soon
why I lost ur scent so quik
why u never told me this is not for ever
how I wish
you were still mine
you still next to me
you still love me
everything that was ceased to be
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Glad to be writing again
I've had people tell me I ****
I almost gave it but writing another world
Its inspired to turn bad into good
Never give up start new
Not be defined by the past
Keep moving forward
Being cozy in my own skin
Not being consumed by anxiety
Face the problem no knife in the back when walking away
No longer talking but listening
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
my fingers work
nimble and adept
the edge of each nail grew
too quik
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
If only you could hear yourself,
they say denial is bad for your health.
I'm ****** if I do and ****** if I don't,
you can see for yourself but you wont.
You're well aware of the things you do,
on a daily basis I'm hurt because of you.
I'm told I embarrass you as well as disgust and make you sick,
there's much more go ahead and take your pick.
Doing things for you I just don't do,
laundry, trash and the rest must get done by you.
No money in my pocket no place for me to go,
stay inside all day and you still call me a ***
Bullying me day by day makes my heart numb,
wish you could hear yourself,
cause even you would think you were dumb.
You say I'm a lier and you say things that are not true,
just because you're miserable doesn't mean I have to be too.
You want me to ***** up so bad and I don't understand why,
maybe it's because you've made mistakes and I always catch you in a lie.
You might not admit it because you rarely do,
you haven't changed a bit your still the same you.
No compromising or meeting me halfway,
your so insecure with yourself but it's me that has to pay.
You can right me a letter or tell me the same thing I heard it all before,
Dont think I'm going to listen because I can't stand your b.s anymore.
You want me to talk to you and when I do,
you dont listen because it's not important to you.
I bust my *ss to help you at work and what thanks do I get!
One of these days your gonna realize there's things you're gonna regret.
I dont do a **** thing wrong and yet it's me that gets the sh*t end of the stick,
the way you are with me no wonder i'm always sick.
My patience is wearing thin with you,
to be honest I dont think I even love you.
Your ways of thinking, your ego and your pride,
so worried what others think so many times you've made me cry.
You have no feelings towards me you're always putting me down,
and you wonder to yourself why I wear a frown.
I must get away from you and I must make it quik,
because I can't stand you, you minipulating pr*ck.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC