"shiv" poems
Hail, dreamcatcher, hear now my thoughts
Free my soul of fond hopes of naught;
Of brokenness these dreams had taught;
Of ceaseless pain this life has brought.
This heart is weary of shouting;
Of being empty yet drowning
In insipid words befuddling;
In ashed promises succumbing.
**** this anguish feasting inside
That this shiv may be put aside;
These damp sheets be given a rest,
And that may bliss in this room nest.
Hail, dreamcatcher, hear now my sigh,
The words I'll mutter as lie
Below the grass, hear my cry;
My soliloquies ere I die.
The dreams that I wove with your strings
Are dreams that 'til I slumber clings;
Dreams that on stars I'll be wishing
That I with the stars be dreaming.
Farewell to you, dear moon, I say
Awake I can no longer stay
In peace on this bed I shall lay,
Never again shall I rise, I pray.
So dreamcatcher croon me to sleep
And let me drown in thoughts so deep
Don't wake me up, I had enough
Last wish: I be gone in a puff.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
ALLAHU-AKBAR, (TRUE)
GOD IS GREATER THAN THEY KNEW
Or why would they do what they do
And then pervert al-Islam too
BISMILAH – (IN THE NAME OF ALLAH)
They plant bombs inside of cars
To blow up strangers near and far
But they take things too ******* far
AL-HUMDILILAH – (PRAISE ALLAH)
But not by giving Islam a scar
Who the hell they think they are
Shaytan’s minions? They’re on par
ASTAGFIGALAH (MAY ALLAH FORGIVE)
Those not cursed by how they live
Chopping heads off especially with
A rusty knife known as a shiv
INSHALLAH (IF IT’S ALLAH’S WILL)
Those who maim and also ****
Will soon be presented with the bill
And their ambitions will get them nil
ALLAHU-ALUM (ALLAH KNOWS BEST)
The sins they will have to confess
To get those sins up off their chest
While facing hell fire nevertheless
WALAHI (I SWEAR BY ALLAH)
Hell will find them wherever they are
In their homes near or far
Because they have raised the bar
YA-HAMUKALAH (MAY ALLAH PROTECT YOU)
From those ****
Who constantly beat their war drums
And take advantage of the deaf blind and dumb
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Nahi chahiye sobhagay aisa,
Jisme rukmini Krishna ki patrani ban gayi.
Nahi karna tap mujhe,
Jaise Parvati shiv ki ardhangini ban gayi.
Aur nahi bana aise ,
Raam ki sita Jo apne,
Pavitrata ke liye ,
Aag me jalke ,
Mitti se Pani ban gayi.
Likh apne pyaar ki adhuri si kahani ,
Jaise ek priye ban gayi apne saaware ki diwani ,
Ha ,
Mujhe bhi bana h vo Radha
Jo apne pyaar Mei,
Radha se Krishna ki
RADHA RANI
Ban gayi!
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
We were equally matched
Until a plan was hatched
You became the subtle aggressor
By making appearances lesser
Using your passion aggression
To steer a passive direction
You perform a vanishing act
By canvassing flak
Balancing black
Against a sky so blue
Teaching me that which is true
Is different from what I knew
So my anxiety naturally grew
You launch a resistance
By remaining silent
On this plane of existence
Where you're the pilot
Not taking the right angle
Into the Bermuda Triangle
That is your social sphere
Where you disappear
From committal fear
Of love being near
So I throw a search party
But your presence is tardy
Because you're departing
On the journey you're starting
Without me
Slouching
From my submission
To your anti-admission
Splitting our position
Like nuclear fission
The air has become radioactive
Through light that is refractive
Through ways which are retractive
Living this ugly way to live
Sharpening my shiv
To escape this cell of decay
Where flowers bloom and fray
But can't see the light of day
Not one ray
Stuck in the marked moor
Of this dark war
I use parkour
To avoid aggressor attacks
Never cutting me any slack
Bringing pain back
Until I crack
Lost in your blank expression
I make a grave concession
Enslaved to your impression
Yet afraid of your aggression
Caught between
Taking heed
And fulfilling needs
Born from greed
I'll only impede
You scream aggressively
Like you're ********** me
Just by addressing me
After making a mess of me
With deafening quiet
You attack with a diet
Of a steady riot
And I won't buy it
You left when you were here
But stayed once you weren't near
You switched to a guillotine gear
Based on how you wanted to appear
Striking me from the equation
By utilizing deflation
For a sinister elation
You removed our relation
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
although the years have now come and gone,
one thing i have never ceased to stumble apon,
was the extent to your personality; a touch of savage with
a heavenly grace,
while most boys would stop at the simple beauty of your face.
i may have choose wrong to attempt to stay away,
but ive always admired you beyond great dismay,
although my last hope of love with you may have far past expired,
with these drugs my broken heart and soul may be rewired,
but as long you may remain happy,
i must avoid all chance of getting sappy,
and every day that my mind may pass my own self regret,
for the lack of my actions in being a clueless boy; my mind shall
be forced to accept the unspeakable debt,
time after time it appeared to be only you reaching out your hand,
to your power i could not make words i found it hard too so much as stand,
and perhaps one day, i will once again, find the willpower to live,
thats so far lost; i may as well be a inmate ;in for life and bleeding out stuck with a shiv,
but then and only then my fire may reignite
finally past this existence, maybe even a delight
but until then ill keep up my smile,
cause i know apon a moments gaze; we both know its been awhile,
but can you really blame me; for years straight
after i only wanted our unhealthy love to wait
you treated me like i was nothing not even real, every time i tried ; or at least thats how you made it feel,
up until you decided to date my best friend now your both over there...
until i regain my emotional strength i may disassociate n pretend to not so much as care.
and i refuse to even acknowledge your attempt to openly declare,
about my lack of presence unaware,
that my dreams of you have just been those mistaken but of nightmares,
from the image of forever chasing you down the halls,
as all im left with is a false fading sense of hope ;awhile i move on to success and building up my protective walls,
even though i knew my chase would never come to a fair end,
but given all my assets; im still mainly heartbroken that once apon a time i lost such an amazing best freind....
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Out Behind the Barn
me and Jimmy Dickens
were in the barnyard feeding chickens
we were both 11 about that time
when up the road came Susie Kasper
with her cousins Ted and Jasper
a couple of teens headed for a life of crime
they signaled out to us
I could hear Teddy cuss
they walked up and whipped out a couple of butts
they said here take a puff
if you like this I got better stuff
so I did just like a dumb old klutz
I coughed and I wheezed
I farted and then I sneezed
my eyes were leaking like a sieve
Jimmy was smarter I guess
but he too finally said yes
took a hit and felt the burn of a shiv
we both puked as they laughed
it was there very special craft
they always managed to make you look like a fool
but they patted us on the backs
said boys now just relax
you won't learn a lesson like this in no school
then Susie gave me a big wet kiss
wow sure wasn't expecting this
I was in a trance until I heard this horn
it was my mom back from the store
she yelled someone help me with this door
but I was busy gettin educated out behind the barn
Gomer LePoet....
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 3:44 PM UTC
1
I remember her body against me
She tells me she doesn't want to get hurt
That I will break her heart
You can break me like a wishbone
and keep the better half
Sharpen it like a prison shiv
and stab me with it if I do
2
She is the snow
I am a stove in a single room cabin
I have been cutting off parts of this home
and feeding them into my belly
There is sawdust
on the floor of my love
3
Most of this house is gone now
I am still a stove
she is still snow
We both think
this heat is a good idea
I keep burning
Call her iglu
Call her daring
Call me almost homeless
4
I have left the stove
I am a candle now
Slow burning
Call me always hot still
Call her always melting
The floor is always wet
5
I tried to trap the ocean
in a dresser drawer
But we were flooded roofless
I learned to hold my breath
She learned that warmth doesn't really change anything
There was the sun
and it heated her body
I bathed in the ocean
she made
a thin
near burnt candle
I sank down
Her heart was made of winning halves of wishbones
Sharpened like shivs
I did not go near them
I am not afraid of getting hurt
But I have always been taught
to respect the sea
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Out Behind the Barn
me and Jimmy Dickens
were in the barnyard feeding chickens
we were both 11 about that time
when up the road came Susie Kasper
with her cousins Ted and Jasper
a couple of teens headed for a life of crime
they signaled out to us
I could hear Teddy cuss
they walked up and whipped out a couple of butts
they said here take a puff
if you like this I got better stuff
so I did just like a dumb old klutz
I coughed and I wheezed
I farted and then I sneezed
my eyes were leaking like a sieve
Jimmy was smarter I guess
but he too finally said yes
took a hit and felt the burn of a shiv
we both puked as they laughed
it was there very special craft
they always managed to make you look like a fool
but they patted us on the backs
said boys now just relax
you won't learn a lesson like this in no school
then Susie gave me a big wet kiss
wow sure wasn't expecting this
I was in a trance until I heard this horn
it was my mom back from the store
she yelled someone help me with this door
but I was busy gettin educated out behind the barn
Gomer LePoet....
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
On the moor dwells Bonnie Jennie
On the cliffs she flies alone;
And her beauty is of such force
'Twill turn any man to stone.
The fairness of her wond'rous face
Has made men blind, crazed, or sick;
And the fleeting chill of her touch
Has frozen them to the quick.
And in the land a soldier dwells,
As straight as ary on the moor;
"And I must touch Jennie's hand," he says,
"Just once, ere I breathe no more."
Would you forsake your house and home,
Forsake your good friends three?
"I'd forsake it all for Jennie's touch,
I'd swim through the wine-dark sea."
Would you forsake all you know,
And forsake your station here?
"For Bonnie Jennie's thrilling touch,
I'd go with no twinge of fear."
But Bonnie Jennie beckons now,
She beckons with shiv’ring hand!
"Then I must leave you in the mist,
And say farewell to my native land."
He starts, and moves, and reaches out
To caress that impossible face;
But Bonnie Jennie flutters back,
And darts from place to place.
And the Bonnie Jennie is away,
Pulled back like a kite on a string;
And he is left with naught but mist,
And can hear not a blessed thing.
And try as he might, he cannot recall
The features of her he has seen;
He is tormented by his missing thoughts
But does not know what they mean.
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
They say the neon lights
Don’t often burn that bright
Splintered from my urethra
Swollen in this hex
Devoured by the Eve
Brought to justice by the guilt
And when they said
That all I had to give
Wasn’t worth a fitful look
I’ve been duped by sedative
The artificial power
Has swollen in my head
Wrapped around an ice pick
Can be found my fleeting shell
As our defunct cohesion
Masticates my head
Disintegration will lay me to my bed.
That sweet nectar
Lingers on my tongue
An inebriated hour of reverie genuine
A claustrophobic detainment
Incarceration with power windows
As your effigy is left behind
These shiv grasped hands
Awaiting exertion, transpierce my eyes
Upon introspective re-inspections
Ichor transmogrifies
Necessitate me
Remain vacant here
As our defunct cohesion
Masticates my head
Disintegration will lay me to my bed.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
You are my light
As well as my darkness
For you shine bright
And I venture in total blindness
Not knowing where to go
You guide my feet with a hurtful spike
As I step, only Pain I know
And my tortured scream you so much like
In winter's cold you kept me
In a hug so tight I gasped for air
But It doesn't matter to me
As long as I have you there
You kept me warm
With your freezing touch
A stinging burn on my arm
A frozen heart I loved so much
Your harsh words
Whipping me scars of hurt
They cut deep like driven swords
In where I wake and make them worth
In every scar I receive
In every bruise to me you give
I still cherish every pain on your shiv
With you by my side I'll forever live
For we are in harmony
Like the equal yin and yang
Our hearts singing a sorrowful melody
In where our hearts in thorns are strung
I am hopeless *********
Loving the pain and torture you provide
For you are a relentless sadist
In which your punishment is deliciously divine
For what might have been my inspiration
Inside my heart's totally hollow room
You are my Salvation
You are also my Doom
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:14 AM UTC
When daybreak gilds the sky with rose
She wakens, her glad heart afire
Yearning in poems dreams to disclose.
Sighing she lays such dreams away
To give housecats their morning food,
Hoping to write another day.
And though the morning brief may be,
She helps her children with homeschool
Bridging lives for eternity.
Three miles trudging to stay all noon
Helping a crippled neighbor friend,
Then sighs to see the day die soon.
Homeward she steals 'neath setting rays.
On battered Steinway plays a hymn
Blending with softly gloaming dim.
She feeds the frightened strays so thin
Shiv'ring in blustering wind and cold,
Doleful as night comes howling in.
The clock strikes two, she falls asleep
Too weary to pen dying dreams,
Trusts someday glad harvest to reap.
~Hilda~
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
Hope is dangerous
Perhaps that's why it hangs around on street corners
And in doorways
Waiting to waylay me as I pass through
To get my morning coffee
I've been fighting with Hope
But it doesn't fight fair
It has a shiv that cuts deeply into my heart
And the parry fractures on my ulnae
Say more about its victory over my defenses
Than these inadequate words ever can.
Hope has a rap sheet a mile long
And when it comes knocking,
Part of me knows it would probably be better
To turn out the lights and pretend I'm not home
But I'm recklessly unafraid.
And the danger excites me.
And I climb on the back of Hope's motorcycle
Not caring that he's taking the curves too fast
And I let hope sneak me out of the house in the middle of the night
Running away together into the night
Knowing full well that when the morning comes,
He will be long gone.
Hope has me sitting in this car in an abandoned shipyard
Waiting for the drop
Believing, against all sanity, that you will show up
To make the exchange
To continue the deal.
Hope is reckless and fearless
Hope is the explanation behind every one of these scars
I haven't seen you in a long time, but
Foolishly, I still believe in your promise
And soon, the court date with Hope will come
And my love for you will stand trial
Though it's never been anything but innocent,
I know I would be found guilty, time and again
Hope blasphemously sits in the judges chair
Feet up on the railing
As he waits for you to show up and swear in.
Hope brokers back-door deals with me in the passenger seat
Leads me down dark alleys at 2 in the morning
Making promises nobody could ever keep
He keeps my bank account at an all-time low
He holds the gun to my ribcage in the tattoo parlor and asks, one more time
"Will this save you? Will this make you free?"
Hope is an exercise in flirtation with disaster
Except that Hope doesn't know how to flirt,
Doesn't do anything halfway -
It becomes an exercise in falling in love with disaster
Finding beauty in the broken things.
I'm begging you -
I know Hope is dangerous
But please don't tear him away from me
Dear god, please.
Because if you leave this time
If you fail me now
If you walk away, he walks with you.
Despair becomes my only company
And though dangerous, Hope is exciting
Despair just hands me the bottle of tequila
And shaking his head knowingly, tells me
To drink until it's empty
To say goodbye to you and Hope
The only way I can
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Merry Christmas to all who know
What it's like for Santa not to show
He dropped in on the neighbors
Brought the greedy rich kids favors
I'd like to tell that elf where to go
Merry Christmas to all who live
With a family two ***** they can't give
And to those who have no one
It's really tough for festive family fun
Instead of cheer you get a shiv
Merry Christmas to all who sin
Because you don't pay a religion
Gifts are still nice to give and receive
Even if in Christ you don't believe
The cash register is where it all begins
Merry Christmas to all who ****
About you, I don't give a .....
You can choke on your gifts and die
You cheat, still, spit, and lie
Anything for a lousy, greedy buck
Merry Christmas to all who hear
This and scorn my humbug jeer
You know you'd may feel this way too
If friends and Santa forgot about you
Would you join me in a cup of cheer?
Please.....
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
Can you hear that sound
Like a tiny whining
You're a sad eyed puppy
Inside
It's a kind of yearning
When pining
away, wanting someone or something
So expensive beyond reach
The mind begins to fantasize what it's like,
Infantilize what's real life.
Enlisting unreasonable scenerios
Creative now with lies
And denials and exit strategies,
Scapegoats of close members of family, accusatory..
Blame all but yourself
Inflammatory story's demise
Because the lost moments spent
Pining away
Will die unknowing your real life self.
Inside that fog of fictitious false depictions
Who dat?
Starving yourself blind
See there on that podium
Your bad phat shines
Always in first place--gold medal favorite
Hooray it's not quite you or even true.
If pining were a sport
Having lost your minds
You'd all be winners.
Celebrity famous, go on
Crave being extra, so street savvy
"Hey Alexa, Google, Suri
Define obsession."
Pining turns dangerous
In absentia dysplased
Souls are stolen,
Human replicas.
Still carrying on pining
Away.
Killer lover blank.
Got brain? Bullets?
A shiv or Shank?
Sharp as a pine tree...
(Please,
Don't forget to give
Thanks.)
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
My Dear, My Love
I Need Your Attention
Just For A Moment
To Keep It Is Not My Intention
If I Was To Play You Our Song
The One That Drives You Off Our Cliff
Would You Push Me First
Or Would You Just Go Stiff
How Can I Love You
If You're Not Willing To Live
If You Wouldn't **** Me First
How Can I Trust You With A Shiv
Listen *** I Love You An All
But First And Foremost
Can You Love You At All
I Love You For You
And If You Don't Love You Too
Well Then I'll Have To Go
For It's Something That I Just Need To Know
It's Quite An Innocent Plot
No Twisted Old Whispers
You're Just Something That I Am Not
Don't Get Me Wrong
That's All I Want You To Be
For I Didn't Love You Because You Were Me
I Loved You Because You Were You
Don't You See
Listen Darling, For I Do Need You
But I Need You Because Well
I Am Me And You Are You
And That Is Something That Causes Great Pause
See I Can Only Love You If I Am Still Me
So You Can Only Love Me If You Are Still You
If You're A Terrible Driver And You Can't Tie Your Shoe
Yes Love, I Said It
You Should Come First
Because Well Honestly
You're The One That Could Burst
If You Don't Love You Most
It's Simple You See
If It Came Down To Us
I Hope You'd **** Me
So Don't Say You'd Change
Come Love, Don't Be Derranged
Society Says It's Sick
But Hunny, It's The Way We Stick
I am Your Lock
And You Are My Key
So Society I Will Mock
If It Takes You From Me
Don't Ever **** You First
That Creates My Worry
If You're Willing To Leave Me
How Can We Make Putty
If You Would Do Anything
To Save Me From Hell
Then Darling, I'm Sensing
We'll Fall Down A Well
If You Love You
Then I Know It's True
Because Well I Love You In A Tree
And You'll Do What's Best For You
Proving That You Love Me Times Three
If You're Lock Suddenly Stops Fitting My Key
Then Baby, It's Kinda Like You've Set Me Free
If I Fell In Love
With What I Liked
Then What I Wanted
Was The Fight
Don't Love Me Unconditionally
Because Baby, You'll Get Tired
You'll Find A Condition
And We'll Be Re-Wired
You Wouldn't Even Be My Key
So Please Please
Oh Please
I'm Begging You
*Just **** Me...*
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
The demons come in darkest night
To take your soul away.
They keep your body locked up tight
And then they start to play.
The vampires dance, the monsters fight
The werewolves howl ‘til day,
And your soul is left in shiv’ring fright.
At least, that’s what they say.
When demons come in blackest moon
To steal you from your home.
It’s always best to lock your room
And stay at home alone.
Who knows what horrid creatures’ tomb
May come for you and your bones?
So, lock your door and pray for noon,
For night’s when monsters roam.
If demons come when moonlight beams
And you aren’t quite home yet,
Oh traveler, beware the screams;
It’s you they’ve come to get.
And pray that nothing’s as it seems
And that it’s still sunset.
For, when moon is out all horrid things
Walk freely, as they’re let.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
allow me to sting the tip of my tongue to lick
every drop of disappointment
each of these failures
let me drink,
if there only be a God
The god,
a wise one cruel and cunning.
forecast me into a fight grim
fatal and frightening,
wrestle the nails from my fingers,
lay before me the lamb to slaughter for the grin
of knowing:
I do not wake torchless
in the caverns of a beast
(rest, I am no coward)
in place, that I am one
shiv of cement grains more
ahead of the rotting moments
yet to come.
if not,
I pull the recorder
too far,
my humid chest
floods the sacred synapse
pansied blood and frantics
the light dwelling there
I did it idiot I do it to
myself, no else
let there be a light
**** a light
make it turnips, pounded eyeballs
give me
give give give give give
a dry well with a bottom
the color of dust.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
*In the ancient Shiv temple
Peace
Circumambulates the inner dome
And the sanctum
The devotees sway in trance
To the incantations of Om
Chanting sacred hymns
To the rhythmic sound of cymbals
The mystical incense
Musky its Fragrance
Wafts up in the temple premise
Divine and pious
The temple doors wide open
Peace spreads to the sanctuary
Peace is now at peace*
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin'
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
There’s nothin that you’re doin
That they don’t know
Besides they’ve even got you
On video
And snitches that’ll tell ‘em
All they need to know
So if you ain’t aware
Then you must be slow
There are fewer secrets
Out on the street
Then you’re likely to find cops
Walkin' a beat
If it becomes necessary
I’ll repeat
Must I still hip you (to the game)
They already know your government name
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
****** always tryin to be
So secretive
Do ya really think
They don’t know where you live
Even what you carry
A gat or shiv
See they also know
What you’re about
And who receives the packages
That you give out
And just in case you still have any doubt
They’ll put a tail on you
Via the usual route
So don’t go thinkin
Cos they call you *****
Your government name is hard for them to figure
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
See if it takes me spittin
A hot sixteen
For y’all to understand
Exactly what I mean
I’m prepared to do it
Cos I’m very keen
On avoidin all the ********
That I’ve seen
I know you have identities
You’d like to protect
And I’m not comin at cha
With disrespect
But if you think a street name
If some kinda shield
It’s high time that the truth
Of the matter be reveiled
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
If ya used a celly
Or a land-line phone
Then you need to know
That you weren’t alone
And if you’ve ever e-mailed
Anyone
Forgiddaboutit
Cos tha damage is already done
Today they have cameras (everywhere)
There’s eyes (up in the skies)
That you need to fear
Zeroed in on you (with a constant stare)
So don’t start pointin figures
Or start placin blame
Because the government
Always knew your name
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
I call ya by the names
That your mama gave ya
You’re crazy if ya think
That’s how popo made ya
Cos they already knew
Who you were and (where you hanged)
They even knew the (names and numbers)
Of the chicks you banged
So you may think what you’re doin
Is really on the low
But that only goes to show
You don’t really know
I guess that’s why people say
Ignorance is bliss
Though that applies to a lot of things
It certainly does to this
Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name
This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
They say to do this and that.
but you can't make me do it.
cuz i am my own person.
they lock us in a billing with only gray
for a color.
On every wall i see.
i fill like Im in a jell with the teacher
dwelling nonsince bull shiv in my head.
But it don't say my thoughts.
cuz i have my own opinion.
But i bite my toung.
I ask the teachers if the government
told them to teach this nonsins.
they say i have to know it.
i say i don't care to and any
ways you can't make me
cuz Im not a robot that you can just program.
Like you are.
And any ways you should know
that you can't make me.
cuz i am my own person.
So stop trying to dwell my head full
of shiv.
to my teachers.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
She prolongs agony,
Razor lips cut so sweetly—
Can we be just friends?
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
Welcome here, to this Earth, O Ganeshji, son of Shiv-parvati, O Vighnaharta ...
Umpteen problems this world is in, grant us peace and prosperity, O Vighnaharta
Your blessings, require we all, weak or strong, big or small; so please come, O Vighnaharta
HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 1:03 AM UTC