everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
in my head
  goes back
           back
           back
   and back
to you
                                      every
                                       time
you're
hurting
me
i
cant
write
any
good
poetry
go
away
pleas­e
and
let
me
write

Tell me a story Cuddlekins!
Rawr. Rawr. Grr. Rawr.
Rawr. Grr grr RAWR!!
Wow! That's a good story.
Now let me tell you
one. A story of a boy
who was so afraid of
being alone he put himself
in the most amazing adventures.

Imagine a beautiful forest
in the middle of nowhere.
Untouched. Unmutilated with.
Un-everything. This boy,
John, flew here and
laid his case down
and pulled out his violin.

His music went.
Dah. Dah. Lalalala. Doooo.
Soft. Sweet. Charming with
a twist of a faint memory
on the tip of your tongue
wanting to be known to
the world.

As he played on and on
for hours the animals
gathered around and fell
to sleep. John
inspired by his surroundings
played more and more
until there was a rustle in
the distance.

John didn't hear it
but again and again
the rustle of the leaves
grew ever closer still.

There was one animal
who wasn't sitting at
the clearing in the forest.
It was the jaguar. He awoke
and wondered
where everybody went.
They were no where to be found
As he searched for his
friends a scent caught in
his nose. It smelled of
food but an unfamiliar one.
The long lost forgotten food
that his ancestors once described.

He chased it slowly
turning every corner
hiding behind branches,
bushes, and bark.

Finally he found his prey.
He creeped slowly
and attacked.

All the animals could
say was that 'ol jagy was
at it again just a hungry
beast. Not sophisticated
or classy enough to
understand music.

You know Cuddlekins, I think
it was on that day the rest
of the animals discovered
'ol Jagy was deaf.

We are completely and utterly ****** up.

Daddy stomps his feet around;

rawr, rawr, rawr

Little brother stands defiantly;

screaming, "I hate you; I will **** you all!"

tears streaming down his face;

once innocent but now always covered

in anger, in insecurities, in uncertainty.

And mama is in the recliner;

slurring sarcastic comments.

A glass of wine for each hour of the day.

Where's sister you ask?

Well she's probably not here; trying to escape.

Filled with such an anger, such a stubbornness.

Or maybe she's in her room dancing;

not very good at it, but an outlet none the less.

As all of this psychotic behavior is enveloping

the lives of these people, I sit on the couch

an just watch it all.

Shut off to the world, I sit.

And I laugh and laugh at the fact,

that we are completely and utterly ****** up.

Had another sucky summer start school the day after tomorrow I know they're gonna hate me and a few people will go talk trash about me but I don't care I'm going to be true to myself and whoever can accept that I'll be their friend and yes I'm emotional and weird part of it is I have reasons to be and part of it is thats just me well here's my song/poem:
I'm dreaming a waking nightmare but I'm here to have fun haters and fans alike let's just hold on you have three choices give in and conform to the norm, become violent to yourself or embrace who you are and let out your inner star and let the mainstream believe what they please we all fall down on hard times let your rock and roll heart pick you up why hurt yourself anymore that's just making the negative labels seem true if your goth dress in the black but don't let hurtful words hold you back and lay in a coffin of suicide for those dumb prudes they don't get how you feel don't let them end your life fight for what you think is right and when your personal problems get you down on the ground and the pills are in hand scream the words you feel don't pop them trust me I've been there I've overdosed I've lost the ones I love I'm judged I'm just like you I get that no one gets it but I'm ready to hold on hell this isn't my final song we all have rockability don't be silly we're all loved,hated,judged and broken hearted whether your callled scary,deadly,weird or mentally ******* remember your not alone and don't you dare change remember you have me and many more who understand I know I know I'm just a kid on your computer screen but there's an obvious connection authority thinks they can change and conform you don't cry if they make you change clothes we all know how that goes know regardless what they make you wear or wash out of your hair you still know who you are and rock yourself even without those awesome threads when you have the choice dress the best as you let them make fun of you for your differences but don't look blatantly bad brush your hair and smell the best being teased for that hurts but it doesn't hurt to dress and be who you please in all the other ways be rad be crazy let go sometimes laugh at yourself don't always be lazy accept the unaccepted and do the unexpected never give in to the mainstream again and remember no one's a poser and even if you can't win your not a loser let the deaf kid listen to music if he wants just because he can't hear it doesn't mean he can't feel it in his heart your only what you answer to and just laugh in the haters,bullies,bosses and teachers face who think they're words can effect you you know what to do they just don't understand who you are and how you feel but be proud your completely real let your rock and roll heart pick you up even though thats tough or if you prefer post *******,thrash metal or more believe in that and feel those words no matter who calls them absurd or what nerd trying to go along with the herd gives a diar complaint remember that kids no saint and shrug your shoulders even if they're older you have to be bolder let your rock and roll heart pick you up and guide you show your pride and let the world think as they please your not alone if your friends have to be online so be that atleast their true to themselves if you have to hang with the ******* the bus with seizures don't roll your eyes you don't know what its like to be her let your rock and roll heart shout out your special! Rawr!Rock and Roll Heart

Rawr went the dinosaur, or so I'm told, staring at a reality oh so col,d shaking mountains, shaking grounds, all reaching endless bounds, because what reality, what formality, because we don't know, what we don't see, so we'll never understand, this, reality

As any of my friends can tell you
I'm a very strange and quirky person
and so is my family
I hate hate hate coffee
But I'm also addicted to coffee ice cream
And chocolate covered expresso beans
I detest the taste of alchohol
So I'm allowed to try it whenever I want
I used to hate green tea but
My best friend mentioned he loved it
I gave it another chance, and now love it too
At my high school I'm not at all 'popular'
But everyone seems to know me
I am one of the shortest kids in my high school
But have some of the tallest friends
And they all love coffee
So if you like coffee say rawr
And if you like tea say *miaou

The words you left behind to
           strangle me,
           smother me
I can't get them to stop showing up in my mind
"I don't hate you..."
Are you still really that blind?
Do you still think I'm some damsel
waiting to be saved
But if you're not the hero,
This must be a tragic love story.
In your own mind,
You must have kept
a fabulous character for yourself.

Truth be told,
     I miss you.
The way you used to overwhelm me,
Touch me, kiss me,
how you could chase all my demons away

Where is that simplicity now?

Rawr
Like Reptar,
You started young and innocent
Blissful of the world’s sins
Spiraling in the alleyways

But oh no, not anymore

I see that her claws grew in
She has been practicing
With my heart
Dicing up the lies
And scattering them
In the darkest corners
Of my soul

“ Love, why do you smell like Shawn”

I can smell it under those claws
That slither up his spine
Gaining pleasure
From each dark spot
He leaves on your neck.

I see that her claws grew in
So she can scoop my past
And dump it on table
Look at what you did 6 months ago
Yet I never mention
Those dark spots

Until now

See everyone!
Her selfish claws grew in!
My now ex Girlfriend
Cheated on me
And found it
Justified

Rawr
That is the sound
Of kicking people
Out of my life
I hide in this cave
Terrified of my past
The past that stained my tears
All that is left is
Big
Dark
Spots

I had a moment of clarity
In my life
When I would wake up
From my night terrors
The train tracks outside my window
Wobbled louder than my sanity.
Yes you were there
Patrolling my dreams,
Sprinkling hatred
Over the innocence.
You were the fake ****
Who conducts lies
With your promises.
Your nails, nail the impression
That you practice
On voodoo dolls
Hanging in your soul.
Tearing each thread
Back to its spindle.
It cries.
Prying apart
Till frost vacates your heart
Into these dolls.

Look at you go!
Like Reptar,
You mustered the mightiest rawr
To scare everyone away.
Like reptar you are the toy,
Imagine that.

You see,
They use their imagination
To make you look like
What your faking to be.
Someone different.
You forced me
To lock you up in my dreams.
Murderous murders
Slaughtering anyone
Who mentions my name
So you can feed the meat
You store in the temple
Filled with thorns.

People say stick and stones
May break my bones
Yet your smile
Still shatters them to dust,
Stuck between your nails.
An inconvience.
That's what you would called it.

Hear ye hear ye
My apologies
For me not being clearly.
You must understand
My voice is a little drowned
By the lack of intelligence
You ponder about.
Especially when I glossed over the fact
That this is the poem
I've always want to throw down
Onto your trenches
On your forehead,
The gateway to the mind
Which conducted
The illist mistake
Thinking I'm not worth the time.

The jester free styled about dealing grams under the tainted Charleston moonlight – Drug scene.
Whenever we discussed the existence of God, it always ended in a fight – The unseen.

The harlot was always type casted as the Rizzo, never the Sandy.
Who could forget those black leather pants, oh so tight – Street corner scene.

The king flirted with the innocent freshmen girls, unaware of the imminent restraining order.
He would joke about using the effervescent glow of his skin as their flashlight – Obscene.

The fair lady believed Tolkien was the closet humanity could ever get to godly perfection.
She was infamous for always tripping over the set, a common plight – Off scene.

The wizard dreamed one day to be the first black James Bond, code name Black Mamba.
One day he told me he liked women and men, except the whiney boys of white – Epicene.

You, the minstrel, sang the words to “Baby Got Back” in your high-pitched voice backstage.
You often told us “rawr” is dinosaur for I love you and everything will be alright – End scene.

I, the queen, tried to hide behind the black velvet curtain paralyzed by my stage fright.
But now, I just wish you hadn’t crashed your car into the tree that night – Unforeseen.

tense, i lie dazedly upon her bed
she whispers and speaks soft into my ear
i hear naught but loving words from sweet lips
i hold her close as thoughts run through my head
the time is now, she takes all my fear
and stands before me, hands on bare hips

a catch in my breath, a skip in chest, thump thump
ecstasy, it be her name, her body its meaning
i'm wet clay in her grasp, asks "why do you roar?"
her answer is now, the bed doth bump bump
upon the wall, i grip it tight, stare 'pon ceiling
"oh my dear ive never felt this way before!"

blinded now to all but her, she looks at me
mesmerize, and i feel so calm, before the storm
mouth open in empty rawr, i cannot utter a single note
she pauses a moment, i plead, destroy me
til moonlight shines upon her furry form
sweet explosion! finally now, my roar within my throat.

my roar echoes from wall to wall, as do her cries
she wracks my form with passionate ******
the finale, memorable, we can't seem to stand...
we lay there, giving up after a few tries
neither move, content in each other's trust
our love knows no boundries, how grand.

I sat on a rock and stared
At her eyes the color of ink
Wondering what she’s seen
When she is ruffled by something
It is literal
A duck’s feathers are easily ruffled
But that is a minor problem
When we are ruffled by life
It can disorient us for months
Sometimes years
Sometimes a lifetime
I wonder what her life has been filled with
She swims and she dives.
She mates to reproduce, never to love and cherish her mate eternally.
The way (some) humans do. Or at least should.
She never suffers emotional trauma.
It would be so much simpler to be a duck.
No monetary worries
No emotional worries
No grudges
Only the concern for survival
I bet she’s never cried
And I have so, so many times.
She spreads her wings and takes flight.
The way I often wish I could.
To escape situations I don’t like.
Just flying away.
Her beautiful russet wings
But I wasn’t born a duck.
I was born a human.
And I can’t spread my wings and fly away.
And somehow
I’m glad.
I’m glad I can hurt
And I can feel
And I can love
And be broken
My main concern is not my own survival
Because I am not a duck
And I am not a coward
And even if I can suffer
What a duck would never have to endure
I can have forever from someone else
And I can become something
An artist
A writer
A dancer
A poet
An inspiration
A lover
A mother
A father
Okay no not a father
But I can make something out of myself
And the duck will always be
Well, a duck.
Also, ducks are NOT YELLOW.
…I needed to express that.
Rawr.

Please repost if you are happy to be human. Unless you are not a human. And if you are not a human, then I am kind of scared. Or if you just feel like reposting. Then you go ahead and do that. Have fun with it. :) woahifoundagrape!
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my work!

Me every single night: I'm gonna go to sleep immediately! Then I be so refreshed in the morning and will get so much done! I'll just check hellopoetry once really quick and then head to bed.

Four hours later: Oh... it's 3AM... and I'm still on hellopoetry... oops. Just one more hour!

In the morning: I hate everything that exists. I am going to die of exhaustion. Rawr. Grrr. No one touch me or I will stab you.

Hello there!!!
I’m Jordan…
And I am the weird one…
I can scream like a banshee…
My go to would be Reese’s pieces when I’m stressed…
And I will eat box after box of them if I need to…
My taste in music is a bit blended up you could say…
Genres from death metal to dubstep to classical…
Inside my head their melodies they play…
What can I say?
Music is my life…
And when I’m broken hearted?
I pretend that the dancing lyrics are my non-existent wife…
The melody her face…
The chorus her midsection…
And the pounding bass her awkward flailing ligaments…
But sometimes that picture doesn’t appear in my mind…
So I dissolution myself by sketching and writing my fantasies that reach deeper and farther than any of all of the seas…
And I do this because it’s my only escape from reality…
‘Cause life ain’t all it’s cracked up to be…
The key to life is not success…
Or at least I see the people that lie cheat and scheme on the top…
And the innocent people who were fooled about how it’s always greener on the other side…
Bound up in chains and shoved to the media as busted disgusted and cannot under any circumstances be trusted…
And maybe my vision is a little distorted…
But I don’t think I see white men and women except for Justin Bieber threatened with being deported
And the last time I checked real love isn’t sunshine and lollipops…
Not even rainbows or unicorns…
But instead hard work and determination…
Blood sweat and tears…
I try and patch up the rest of societies misfits…
Working on them trying to turn their monotone frowns into faces of joy…
Cause the last time I heard..?
No one will ever want a broken toy….
And that’s another thing society…
Are all of us just wind up figurines that are built to run out of the number of tics way before we get to the place our destiny calls us to be…?
Cause you keep twisting and contorting my back…
But I’m on hundred and ten percent sure I do not have a wind up key…
Oh and society,
The stereotype that people who wear all black and mope all day are a nuisance is a big fat lie…
We wear all black because we see the whole that u plan to bury us in…
And we mope all day because no matter what we do or what we say…
The inevitable truth is…
We knew it would always end this way…
That life a rigged game that we are cheated out of until our only option is to sell ourselves by it’s standards…
And throw what’s inside of us away…
Right like what we have to offer the world is garbage…
See, I am African American…
Or should I say black and proud…
Although I am the whitest black kid u will ever meet…
I scream to the roof tops I’m awkward and I know it!!!
And when I “turn up”..?
It looks like I’m having a muscle spasm laced with a seizure…
No wonder I’m so into the Harlem shake…
I translate the word rawr as I love you in dinosaur…
And I can drink a 2 liter in 19.5 seconds…
But let’s face it…
Cause obviously there’s no escaping it…
And there’s no point in faking it…
Because that will just end up in me throwing it down a break it…
Yes I am Jordan Isaiah Mitchell…
And I know for sure…
That I am weird…

Not sure how it happened.
I was just walking (well crawling)
And SUDDENLY!
This tree got stuck in my hair. (on my back)

It is rather difficult to move now.
Actually I think I am stuck
It's a pretty big tree
And there is a slight possibility that it may still be in the ground.

I don't like this tree.
It *****.
Grr.
Rawr.
Growl.
Hiss.

Your life may be full of sparkles and ove-lay but the rest of us sometimes struggle under storm clouds.

Anna (one of my roommates) broke up with her BF of a year. It seemed to happen in agonizing, slow motion. Anna wavered, for almost a week, like a feather caught in contradictory gusts, but finally, she gave him the broom.

Jump ahead four days to Saturday. New Haven was a drizzle-fest of cold rain and my suitemates all stayed in. I had hospital volunteer hours that morning (6am-10am) and then managed to whip through my chemistry homework (3 classes) in 3 quick hours.

When everyone was free, we ordered pizzas and wings. We have to meet deliveries at the front gate, and I was barely able to carry it all. “Pizza!” I announced, as I entered the suite, where I was immediately mobbed.

“Le’ me get to the table!” I whined as I bobbed and weaved through the crush like a prizefighter. As soon as I set it down, the pizzas were claimed, and the girls took their usual seats.

Lisa always sits on floor cushions, by Anna, at the low, white coffee table. After a few bites, she hugged Anna, giving her a ”rawr.“ She hadn’t really seen her since the decoupling.
You iight?” she asked Anna.
Anna waved her hands in the air, like she was sweeping smoke away, because her mouth was full, but she nodded, ‘YES’ emphatically.

“Let's play something,” Leong said, meaning music on the linked Amazon Echos throughout the suite. “Choose!” she said, motioning to Anna.
Anna replied, “Don’t Wanna Fight” (by Alabama Shakes).
“A classic,” Leong agreed, searching it out. “Amen,” Sunny chuckled.
“Love it,” Lisa said, dancing in anticipation while seated on her cushion.
“Mmmm!” I added, because my mouth was full of pizza.
Cue ‘Don’t Wanna Fight.’

Two nights later, we were at one of those dances we jokingly call ‘fashion week events’ and Anna arrived a little late. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her messy-bunned copper-cherry red hair was highlighted with phosphorescent hair chalk that glowed penny bright in the right light.

She was wearing a red dress that looked painted on, her face sparkled with ‘unicorn snot’ glitter and her lips were a fun phosphorescent green, as if they were dipped in Kool-Aid.

“Look at her,” Sunny said, indicating Anna, “getting back on the horse and trying to arrange her next emotional trauma.”

“They grow up so fast,” I said, fake-dabbing my eyes like a teary parent.

Catty, that’s what they call me
“Meow” nah that’s not right.
“Rawr” almost there,
gotta’ be king of my pride.
“Roar!” that’s better, catty…
Yea I can live with that.

Fragments of my mind
Just fractured textures
Excerpts of memories,
Forgotten conjectures

Trapped in space and time;
Just figments of rendered sectors
That I've assembled to fabricate
My reality beyond measure

From the apex, I'm ready to sail
While failing to grasp what all it entails
I steadily hide intent in my tales
In my dreams I'm haunted
Since leaving the cradle
Life is beautifully frail
I see myself dancing in the portrayal
With the reaper as the main feature
Veiled together in a cerebral theater

I invent scenarios in my head
And fantasize how I long to be dead
While conceptualizing my grave end
Though I dread the inevitable attempt

Six feet deep
I'll sleep for an eternity
And will dream of the scenery
Of all my forgotten memories, I'm done

The hands I'm dealt
Lost in the shuffle
My walls crumble
Deciphering life's puzzles
Disillusioned with the hustle & bustle  -
Solutions come full circle,
At the bottom of a bottle

Mental status: unstable
Cerebral stasis turns tables
Visibly miserable and unable
To cope without the love of my chemical savior
I invent scenarios in my head
And fantasize how I long to be dead

Six feet deep
I'll sleep for an eternity
And will dream of the scenery
Of all my forgotten memories, I'm done

The hands I'm dealt
Lost in the shuffle
My walls crumble
Deciphering life's puzzles
Disillusioned with the hustle & bustle  -
Solutions come full circle,
At the bottom of a bottle

Patterns intertwine
In fashioned structures
I slumber and suffer
Painting caricatures
Of a perfect life
I yearn to capture

I'm pulling you out
I swear I will
I refuse to sit by and
watch you will
away your precious hours
and minutes.

The solution is there,
we just have to find it
and see it.

I'm pulling you out
of the dark hole you
have found yourself trapped within
so suffocated by darkness
you have missed the rays of
the light

Look up, you'll find the sun yet.

First, you must want it.
Not in a 'of course I do' way
but in a truly irrevocable
hunger for freedom

fight for yourself
I dare you to try
You don't know how
much it hurts
to watch another loved one
wish themselves to die.

So, allow yourself to cry
upon my shoulder
once in a while,
you know you shouldn't
hesitate to dial when
you wish to smile
among us, once again.

But, when you go whence
you came, try to smile
without us.
Catch a random bus,
meet a kindly stranger,
find new friends,
mend old bridges,
live whilst we are absent

Do it for yourself
Shelf the old ****
and bring in the new,
***** planks of wood
together (oh my) and
build your heart a home.

Find a new link to freedom,
a new place for happiness
to roam.

Find it, call something new Your Own.

You deserve Happiness
so take it,
you can (YODA).
Imagine all the
monsters have
ran away,
they're too scared
of you
to bother you one
more day.

SAY ******* TO THE *******.
Rawr at them
shout
demand of them
to get on, out

Out of your mind,
out of your bed,
out of your head.

you are stronger than they
have led you to believe.

You are not beyond retrieval,
I beg you to give your all
to yourself.

You belong to you,
we all love you,
but you must accept and
care for you and your
health,
or else what's the point
of anything else.

(And be warned: if
you give up I'm hunting
you down and
annoying you eternally
because I refuse to let
you ******* and
leave me ;) )

Everything is chance. We name the random to create the idea of order and predictability. It's a stab in the abyss.

What is choice? Plinko. Go, pick the arbitrary with stars in your eyes. What you want is only an arm's-length away. Scratch the ticket. Feel the neon in the night wheel like time is in your corner. Let it hurt you. Learn.

the tree limb
crawls up and out
tangent into
the stuttering cool air

I sleep so. *******. much. It's pathetic, really. I've many theories as to why: I'm lazy; I'm not being challenged enough; society is, well, society; I'm a misanthrope; I'm a dreamer.. But, in the end, these all miss the mark.

The impetus behind my sleepmoresleep is, it seems, a direct result of that sentimental urge to bring order to a cosmic court whose very fabric is made of change and chance.

buds waiting
limbs feeling, again
slumber shook off
but this tilt too will end
and bring the wilt back

Start again. Turn the page. We love our metaphors. Why? Because they remind us of the flux. Things won't stay still. Ever. Dictionaries breathe too you know. New glyphs itch to get in.

Let them.

rosette of jag leaf rawr
bright yellow flower
head of seed and
a mane of downy tuft
reaching through
neglected suburb
concrete sidewalks

I conjured with my very hands.
Rays to tear the Sun from this land.

I conjured with my train of thought.
Witnesses to scorn the blocks.

I conjured with my weary soul.
Ravens to gore upon their demonic bones.

I conjured with my mute like voice.
Solders, halos shining radiantly with a crimson gold hue.

Whom of you knew that life is more than just what we see
Through lost time in the lost minds of the lost trines meaning

I am believing there are more in the minds of the man

I am believing in Divine corner slabs.

I am believing that the heathen has control of the world so torn
Until Holiness kicks in their doors.

Lost in a Mind
In a Land
In a man

Where time spans don't exist
Think about a hat that can't fit
But you still squeeze it on

Depicted as a hazard
Flabergasted
Drug Addict

Surprised he ain't in an attic
Dam nab it
Flow is drastic

Like a flood
Taking out the lives of the lost
Are we lost?

Flowing thru subconscious
thoughts


Rawr from the tundras Michael is a monsta'
Spittin heat
Eating pasta
Words are like that, coming from a mobsta'

Bats breaking necks
No naggin
Know that I ain't dense
It is hard to get out my adolescence

Mind still on herb and finding Truth in existence

Pitiful poem
Sipping on chrome
E.T. is still in need of phoning home

All dogs need a bone
Need to bone
All dogs need a bone
Need to bone


I've...
Lost my brain...
Lost my game...

Lost in strange sights...

Dismantled...

I just might...

Stuck in torment...

Cannot move...

Thoughts seem eternally gloomed...
Doomed to a recession.
Lost in the inception.
Is there a redemption?
Repentance.
Thirst from women 'cause its pleasurable

Need my play- that audible

Hear me scream; need audible sound waves to come out my brainwaves.


What is lower than dirt?
It's I alone
rock bottom and I think that I might just go off the poem
and find my way home
please I need to be the be
and the be has I so let us go holmes.

I've lost my mental
black teeth who cares about my dental

* treat a ***** like a rental*
if she a Bentley I keep her for a week, then move from my GT continental
I set my soul on finding truth
where is, who needs proof?
I tried to break the bars raise the roof
a left the scene, gone, aloof
moved with the wind but still sat still
killed myself
brought me to the deep darkened will
of the uncovered man that I have found
in this land
hi son of sam
I am high
son of am


**Use your mental

It is essential

Get on the mic

**** em good

They call you daddy don't mean to be disrespectful

Not being neglectful just choosing words

If bird was the word and the word was on shurm

Learn prophecy confirmed to the date times unturned

Psstt...
*** bim bam
Rawr roar ruwr

Beep boop biip
Bzz booing bssst

There’s a whisper
“You’re weak, disgrace, a failure”
Von Gogh ?
Tesla ?
Napoleon ?

Wondering...
I finally understand
I really do
Maybe its true

We were really dead when no ones remember us even blood still flows in our body