"shxt" poems
Vapid people
dribbling vapid shxt.
A society of fxck-eyed,
drunken infants
debating politics memorised
from Fox News.
We, the awakened,
plastering social media
with doll-faced mannequins
captioned with some Eastern Philosophy
we read in Cosmo,
enhanced with a filter
titled "Who The **** Is Lao Tzu?"
Comments read: goals af.
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And praise the Indigo Children!
It's a true gift indeed
to talk about activism
until blue in the face.
My, what a spiritual hue, are you.
Are you?
A generation of craft makers,
weaving their way
through the alcoholic labyrinth,
drawing the Hungover Man
from a Rider Waite tarot deck,
for another episode of Dull and Duller
next weekend.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
Man i miss my bro.... I remeber wen we was kids and all the crazy **** did. we kept secrets from momma ..kept each other from gettn whoopns and much more drama. and nw u in jail and i know i sho miss u like hell..man i miss ur crazy sayns like (dis shxt is a terrible discrimination). bt hey u give me the motovation to stay here wit momma and nt make so much truma. and to go to school so i can get my diploma.. man bro i need u out here.. life is crazy and im holdn bac my tears.. tryn to stay strong and keep myself from doin wrong.. even doe i feel im alone in this piece.. momma might have cancer and i know my heart is decease. my eyes burn everyday so i try to turn to God and pray.. i feel like he nt hearn me becz stuff is nt cumn to me so easily... i mean i dnt thnk life jus *** so brezzy bt its like things nt gettn bettr bt turn for the worst.. wen i think of strong people u *** up first.. i miss u bro and love u.. and momma the only one who stepps above u.. u nt far behind. u r really next on my heart line. i wish i can show u that me and momma nt blind and we knw u care and love for us to... its a little hard to show it from you.. ha u know dats true.. :) lil Sis
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Wake up
get my weight up
walk to the kitchen, okay my meds ain't up,
What's this?
another nervous tick, shxt! I hope I can learn to deal with this.
Head twinging I think I better lay back down
Again? I feel like I'm an ostrich against my head in the ground
Wake up from my unintended nap
Now i feel a little bit better but my headache is whipping my a$$
Now this isn't a normal day for most
Forgive me for being a poor host
But my brain, because of my condition can haunt me and torture me like an unwanted ghost.
You see, I suffer from a disease called epilepsy
I'm not whining about it I've learned to carry this burden,
but people always asking "what's it like" is tedious like butter churning.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
sometimes I chill and crave your kisses.
**** man my thirst is gettin' in
but the pride between us both is really bloated so I miss shxt
and the past got now determined so the boy can't do shxt then
mammi, you shine and glisten
and your aura's so ignant
so can you please do this favor for me and help approach this distance
**** all others that **** sense
'cause we're legit the real logic
and all others can jump fence
but I admit this a real problem and reality I must accept,
ma, your soul, me it's calling and I fiend for your lovely
yo', but I digress...
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Let my chest be your bed that soaks your tears so your, face never grows numb to the blue
let my arms be your pillow, that makes sure you're rested well and never dwell on they're, perceptions of “pretty” 'cause you're beau
let your thoughts roam free with me and get to see your, pretty wings and scars 'cause these, make you the beauty you are, I'm in,
...your space and see that you're a star & the solar system. your soul's conflicting with your mind because of, vile lies you've heard from
all these blind guys who, wouldn't tell a gem from a brick. you are totally, the shxt, but even that doesn't describe you well.
they say expressions often tell but, even that don't cut it. there's so much in a name but I can't drop any 'cause you're more than, “ooh”
we are, very perplexed but compatible and beautiful energies that, try to make this world a better place to be for us through our touches &
me feeling your soul tie with mine, not through what lies between your thighs but, the fibres of your mind, I'd be a fool not to clutch
since back in the cut I have been for you, always because you, light my life like the sun shines and washes the dark off the night skies
which sometimes, would **** 'cause, I only get to stargaze and take a visit to the roof to see the moon hoping you would, wink back 'cause I,
need you as much as a, tree needs roots or a, beach needs the blue and moon to direct and control its tide, besides being mighty fine, you..
give me reason to believe that love is. and it's my pleasure to take care of you 'cause, you stayed, even after my flaws.
way deeper than the voice of baritones, your music taste and attitude is one that's of more value than every cost, in this earth, you are..
more than a gem or a love ma, you're a special soul that has more good going on, inside & out 'cause no lie mammi, you sure the definite
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
the balloon popped.
the flight mood walked away with the last pieces of my
ever torn heart and soul not deserving of any good good brings.
the heart dos stopped.
although the love stays immense and an intense plot thickens
the thing is, the moon got another shade of blue from these eyes' vision.
all the sweet nothings are now nothing but deafening silence
but who am I to feel this way, I'm sorry for this shxt,
that I hand to you even though we weren't that type of ting
it won't happen again, I guess sometimes love makes me kid think.
the sads are getting intimate.
the flower bloomed but didn't grow.
the happys are no longer living.
mining is jealous of this low.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC