"recked" poems
Let's Hold Up Our Glasses And Make A Toast
Here's To The Liars,
The Cheaters,
The Hatrers,
And The Women Beaters
Here's To The Feet Draggers,
Body Baggers,
The Backstabbers,
And The Joint Draggers
Here's To The DUI Kills,
People Tryin To Keep It "Trill",
People Who Don't Reach To Pay The Bill,
And To The People Who Need A Refill
Here's To The Governments Killing Their Own,
Here's To Telemarketers Who Blow Up My Phone,
To The People In My Life Who Keep Breaking Me,
To That One Boy With A Heart Cold As Stone
Here's To The Chemistry Tests,
Being Enternally Upset,
Enternally Recked,
Here's To The People Who Scream In My Face
Here's To All The Pain,
Heres To The Knifes Which Have Cut A Vein,
To All The Guys Who Just Wanna Piece Of ***
Heres To All The People I Dread In My Math Class
As You Can See.. I'm Not Even Holding A Glass
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
She thought it was funny
Thought it was a joke
So she put some poison in his Coke
Joke went wrong and he began to choke
That's how it started,how she took a life
Soon she was slitting throats with knives
Homes where recked as lives were lost
But she had to shed some blood at any cost.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Sort of xylophone trumpity music
"Space, the final front ear..
These are the voyages of the star ship Compromise,
it's five or six year mission: to explore strange new worlds
or just look at them from the safety of the Captain's bridge.
To seek out new life and new civilizations.. or not.
To boldly go where no man..
or woman or person or ummm.. cat .. has gone before..
que wirly singy music and twirl about the living room
Or we could just stay at home, playing Pokemon go.. ?
either way i'm good.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
Away amongst the dappled sky
You see me racing swiftly by
And harken to my engines cry
The heavens ever speeding nigh
For ****** will push me swiftly high
Tis skyward that I fly!
The jet stream takes me rapidly
The form aerodynamically
To the place I mean to be
A bullet shot from barrel, me!
So fast a blur is all you see…
To lofty places I ascend
The constellations to befriend
And through the space which has no end
I strike the fabric, make it bend
Before spacetime itself I rend…
I land in distant years behind
My eldest kin I hope to find
For in their strength they’ve become blind
A warning have I in my mind
“Beware, the future is not kind…”
And when my purpose here is done
They hear my mighty engines run
I launch once more toward the sun
My sonic blast, all hearing, stun
Like bullet shot from smoking gun!
Then back through rift I must return
Slowing by my retro burn
But soon a dreadful thing I learn
A comet speeding struck my stern
Stranded now, defeat I spurn!
For though my state is more then grave
Tis home my soul dose wholly crave
And so a plan I start to pave
A burnished sail my life will save
For I can ride a solar wave.
Now close to earth I soon will be
Approaching far too rapidly
For burning is my craft, yes she
The one who swiftly carried me
Crash! I plunge into the sea.
My ship is recked but I survive
Drifting eastward half alive
When to an island I arrive
And on said place, for life I strive.
Then after months of living there
Illness I take through lack of care
But then a ship, tall sailed and fair
Picks me up, off island bare
And gives me drought of spirit ere
Death claim me or age **** my hair.
And when I am safe home at last
Infirmity from me I cast
Recalling engines mighty blast
My journey to the distant past
And galaxies rushing toward me fast!
I write it down, just how you read
And tell it true to all who heed
And now conclude, for I am freed
With brand new rocket, lightning speed
What a wondrous life I lead…
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
When smiling was all she knew.
She asked and her father replied
Nobody likes you or trusts people like you
Years pressed but she had faith till
The little girl grew old and her heart grew cold
The world full of people recked her spirit
To her disbelief her father was right
When she came to recognize
Nobody liked a genuinely happy smiley person
Try after try she just ended with tears in her eyes
So she turn her upside down frown down
Permanently
Now grown as beautiful as could be
Her father and the world full of people ask
What could it be?
The frown and those eyes
What happen to make her so angry unhappy mean
She should be happy cheery with glee
The woman who was the girl said
What is wrong me?
This is the person you wanted me to be
Cold as ice Frowning resent
She turned away
To continue life's journey... But
Now and again she'll pull a box with a ribbon
To gaze upon something that's hidden
Her resting box
Wrapped safely inside is the spirit that use to be
Tucked in the last spark of her gentle heart
Closing it sad tears in her eyes
Knowing they would never deserve
Her warmth love beauty spirit or art
Let them live their lives with contradicting hearts
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
When there's snow on the ground,
you are the ocean
you are too large,
too deep
for frost to move
more than polar parts of you.
You will struggle to swim to the equator,
but once you get there
suns are high,
and you will be warm and cozy;
But, more than once
the tide will drag you to your arctic.
and I will kiss you through your shivers
but nothing I can do
will stop your blood from running cold.
but baby, it will pass.
You are the ocean,
and ships have recked
to kiss your curves
and love has been made
inside your blood
and one day
you will love the way
you shudder without cause
and you will find beauty
in your hurricanes,
even if that day is not today.
I could right a thousand sonnets
about the way it feels
when your blue hands hug my hips
and your salty lips brush my neck.
So when your lost
in your dark blue,
remember that there are those,
dreaming of your turquoise.
and I am wading in your shallows
to brace your raging torrent,
and remind you
that baby, you are the ocean,
and the storms will always pass.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
I cannot win
I am destroyed.
Built back up
Then recked again like a stack of bricks.
I am suffering.
Can you tell?
I know you see it.
My mood shifting hour to hour.
Dont ask me if im okay.
I nevr asked for you to pretend like you care.
Dont ask me what i want to do
Because honestly
I wanna run far away.
Dont treat me like i matter
We both know i dont
you've shown me that
I am suffering.
Is it that hard to see?
I write to ease my mind
But it ends up ignighting flames.
I have a storm in my heart.
Anger due to loneliness.
Whats wrong with me?
Why doesnt anyone love me
(Or if they do, tell me)
???
Tell me why the **** i am this way.
Why is everyone happy but me.
I want change
That's not over my horizon, is it?
Why am i always alone.
Alone is a captive audience.
Listening to my disparity just to matter
To someone.
My tears run dry.
Then streak down
Because they were forgotten.
What if i told you there was no tomorrow for me.
*** someone help this kid.
Because suicidal thoughts are the telling point of need for help.
Are you ******* kidding me?!?!
You should know i need help from the day you notice bruises.
Not by the day i say i want to end it all.
Mom told me she'd be there till the end.
But the day she found out her son had severe depression,
It was like she left him completely.
I wish she could see im gone already.
Her little boy,
Her little Zachary
Has died.
The day she overlooked dad's aggression, i was left motherless.
Her son needs help.
I need help.
So i write.
And you read.
The process we've done so many times before.
Forgive me,
Im struggling.
I know you see it.
*so,
Whats next*
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Song of dark days!
Souls of this dark acrid days
written with dark ink
walted with dark pen.
Wrecked with dark scrolls.
Recited by dark souls.
Remix by dark hearts.
Recked by dark arts.
Legend by dark writers.
Myths by dark tale bearers! !
Recieved dark technology.
Implement by dark nations.
Worshipped by dark religion.
Working in dark industries.
Replicated as dark angelic beings.
Now ruling as darklords in dark void of deluge eternity...
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
You tell yourself you could've prevented it
You say,
"If I just wouldn't have gone out that night
If I just wouldn't have taken that last shot
If I just wouldn't have worn that black shirt that made my ***** look bigger
If I just wouldn't have looked at him
If I just wouldn't have danced that dance
If I just wouldn't have followed him"
Yet somehow,
You were around other men who kept themselves away and respected your home
One boy came and recked it
But,
You blame yourself for something a boy did
How is it that everyone else was able to respect you, yet he wasn't
Yet somehow,
it was your fault?
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC