"sike" poems
sip on this game direct from the tree of knowledge
im trapping in the forest; nocturnal like that owl,
im that black panther, ninja on the prowl
highly melenated, ALL BLACK, no darth vader
highly medicated, NO SNACKs, or now and laters...
never chasing paper nor running for the mayor, haters looking for a savior
its clear they don't love their self
I'M riches in my health, stash crystals in my wealth
if your calcified then you don't feel me like felt
you buckle under pressure why purchase cheap belts?
call me Mr wizard as i place you beneath my spell
unlimited vigor feather light on the scale!
even if i were brail, still no one could touch me.
if life WERE a ***** i bet she'd bee UGLY
non the less that phrase stands uncorrect
13 LOVE 13 Raspect.....
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Mormons on bikes,
What a Wednesday morning delight?
I'd rather be in bed, getting head, making love to a ****
Sike
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
Yessir I have felonies
and melodies both melancholy and miraculous
paragraphiculous and ridiculous
stole some shows and some thunder
thighs like two day old pudding slap 'em and ride the waves
sike
drink up some dishwasher detergent chased with lead paint
not for the faint of heart just the stupid as ffffffffuuuuuu when under the right noises
and boyses and girlies all singing their swirlies
and twirlin' 'round like pinwheels of tin steel
ten feet off of the ground
hillsides like pill boxes full of coins and coincidences
unmeasured instances of grief and shame without a blame
no face to force hate just mirrors to show fate
and the stars in the sky with their winking teasing ways all
fall to the ground
will be dead within days
but they are not forsaken, maybe only spared
to avoid seeing the moment when sunny didn't share
and all went dark like absence of creation
animation of fears all mixed and respun into dope dubstep
to be grinded and mashed
and spat back up into the trees
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Get up and dance
Put on those moccasins that make you move from out in France
Into the Indies then Polynesian isles.
Pour the green skies upon those frozen and dried out.
Bring gratitude to those whom frequently pout
And the mission to gain commission
How the mantras from mamas mouth
Shoot from the sky.
So sly the way we will slip into the nostalgic reminisce
Lights on the red carpet
And the set of lies
Are we doing this?
We don't mention How Buddha ******
Budapest in the name of the most auromatheraputic
And orginally
tell the Chinese nike labourers
who do this.
Though they suit me,
I resuit this with prudent force for those law benders
Of the b.a.r.
We will cough on tough tycoons and yet bow to stars.
Oh my legend, how far have we looked and have we come
Jumping out of the Nintendo Nes(t)
We have entertained our self enough
We've won son.
But find me lagging on a wooden broom
Brimming on the outskirts of your psyche
Just when you thought
Sike you didn't not cite me.
Please bibliograph my flight plan or pattern
And as you gaze upon the moon I make my second meander on Saturn
The orbit
In finding sudden satisfaction with norbit
I've asked. How bliss is ignorance?
We blend all the blinding lights of the prism and still white and ****
Siss
Disdain on dose dat ain't domestic
Still ******* kicking and
My legs are there to test this
Theory
and jeering with slack
I'm looking back.
I fear the peers of tired whites and blacks
Those that act that they have nothing to loose
By continually hitting the snooze
Oh we will leave you like leaves grounded in the grooves
These four leaf clues
Clovers, slipping out of my palms
Mark you like wolverines claws
Like jar heads
Jumpin in to the jabber jagged jaw of jaws
Subservient marine.
Prate in the truth of those words until you(they) know just what they mean.
Ya seen?
Good?
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Standin' in a car garage
and a bearded guy is checkin the civ.
But I cant help but be glad
Cause its Groundhogs Day
The day that finally came
its come before and every year
leaves me with more questions than answers.
Its that shadow and all its mystery
With just a glimpse
were stuck in snow,
and that **** ****** saw it.
Sike its not even a ******
really, a man in a groundhog body.
A warrior,
poet,
and prophet
all wrapped in a bundle of fur
and a tail on his ****
Punxsutawney Phil is my hero.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Prepare bloodshed
Im tired of being a thorough bred
All eyes on me
Take heed to words that's said
They hate me
Cuz they aint black like me
Bow down this t h u g
Recognize my game
Bring more flames than end times
Listen to me ******
The world is mine as shine my nine
Anyone who jump see the flat line
Never left the battle grounds
Straight boot camps
Lived off of food stamps with tramps
Broke the mold now im feelin' bold
**** brothers multiply
Got every ghetto in the nation high
And watch the birds fly
South for the December
Ill make a massacre that'll make ya remember
Yosef been equipped with game
So **** the fame let my ***** hang
These fools aint ready for war
Cuz once i hit it'll no longer be an even score
Now that got yo attention
What these fool know about **** life?
Every playa hata wanna be like
Me the underground ghetto king
This is a rap ghetto blues so ya can cling
Into my raw raps preaching apocalypse
Reachin' in my pockets for mo bullets
So i can empty clips
INTO ya mind fool break the slavery chains
I aint never been a toby
Bow down like ya owe half these *******
Is phony
Claims they ya friends but when ya hit the pen
They blowing in the wind
And **** paris them aint down for us
Got eve ry dumb ***** puttin' up the red white n blue pic
**** them bigots they can eat a ****
Sweatin' my ****
Cuz bringin back that **** ****
Never fall back retraced my steps n now im.back
To where it all begins
Birthed unto this world its daily sin
I cant get a break cuz they aint no fate
I'm just waitin' for right time
To retaliate set my own date date
Sike im machiavelli
Reincarnated as a mack 11
Burn all my enemies til they flesh is cremated
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
This What I Feel like
See I got this thing right..
Hold up, wait, let me think right
See I got this thing right
Where at times it seems like
Everything I do is wrong I cant even blink right
In such deep water I cant even see light
But I still fight, but **** I feel like
Ima be right back in the same **** boat if I chill right
Sinking again in the same **** water so Im still like
The only relaxing Im doing now is when a kneel like
Lord help me through these times, help me feel right
Cuz lord see what Im trying to do is take flight
So wait let me take a deep breathe ima breath right
Get my thoughts together and continue to write
Lol or should I say type
Cuz it seems like
It helps calm the stress in my **** life
So yea heres the deal right
Its hard when I wanna be on the other side and the doors are locked tight
Got all the keys I need, but cant find the right type
And I know when I get through that door the light is so bright
But how long will it take to get through it my entire life?
Sometimes I feel like its pointless, like Im started to lose sight
Its like the wind is blowing, but im flying a steel kite
Im going no where, like Im pedaling one of those gym bikes
I know yall know how I feel right
Oh I know what, ima go get a deal right
Get a record label and go make a mill..sike!
Reality sets in and Im like **** but this is real life
Not some mtv show, all the stars in the lime light
But I am bright, my head is on right
So u know what ima take that next flight
The one flying through success, and landing at happy life
So the next time I sit down to think, to write or type
Ima be off that **** stationary bike
And soaring to the sky, on my fly *** kite
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 5:09 PM UTC
Red rope lies on the floor
Contemplating, pondering, should I?
Maybe if life were just a bit more
And water didn't run knee-high
So this is what it felt like
For the others as they linger
Oh, but can'st thou call a sike
As the water reaches fingers
The door, glued shut with crimson liquids
Quivers like the thoughts and the doubts
Desperately, impatiently attempt to rid
The water rising to the snout
Red rope hangs on the ceiling.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Take a deep breath
In and out
Don’t let them see the real me
In and out
Don’t show your smile
In and out
My chest is rising
In and out
Until I reach the point when I say
In and out
Stop acting like everything is okay!
Put on your sunglasses and hide your ugly little eyes
Kind of like the way everyone tries to hide their lies.
How long will it take,
Before you realize this life isn’t fake.
I wished everything away too soon.
When I was young
I wanted the perfect family,
And a brave courageous father
But we can’t always get what we want, can we?
See I feel like my life is on a script,
Everyone knows me better than myself
And why?
Because I have closed myself off from the world.
Trapped myself in a box and I want out
But I cant!
you see
Its not up to me,
This life, this world,
Its scaring me.
I wanted it to be that when I fall
Angels catch me before I hit the ground,
But instead I am greeted by an alarming thud.
How many people have to die before you realize
That I will not compromise with who I am.
See people with depression are too busy trying to learn ourselves
And everyone else expects us to learn our content
Like a good little boy.
Don’t you see,
This life means everything to me,
You cannot prescribe me pills and medication
To change who the hell I am.
I am proud of me,
So what I get a little sad sometimes,
So what I wonder why I am here.
And all yo
u want me to do is hush
And breathe in and out.
No need for me to shout.
I am nothing
Sike!
I am everything!
depression does not control me
Depression is my cocoon
And I have emerged,
I am ready
To accept who I am,
Do not try to change me,
If you think you can love me than go ahead and try,
But please don’t make me cry,
Depression has a strong grip,
It doesn’t allow me to live,
And makes me feel like I want to die,
This is real.
The more I hide behind a smile
The more I realize that I am not okay.
And yes this poem is strange,
Call me a ******
But don’t treat me like a mistake, like a typo.
Don’t turn your head when I say I need someone.
I hold out my hand,
But nothing happens.
I bleed out my heart,
Nothing happens.
And all you want me to do is disappear,
There is no one standing in front of the mirror.
So let me write a letter have it start like this,
Depression,
You will not win.
You will not remind me of my past sins.
Depression,
I am greater than you
Depression
You are under my feet
I am in control of my life,
I am helping others no matter the cost,
And how you ask?
What if I told you this poem is for you?
All of you.
Everyone with depression
And even those who don’t have it.
Depression will not win,
It is an outsider and not welcome in my life.
I forbid depression,
I kick it out.
Do not challenge me,
I am the challenger.
When you face me,
You better do it with a smile
This,
Is my time.
I will live my life,
And depression,
You will end.
How you ask?
I will breathe in
And out.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
There you watch the movies
and you see them, the leads,
holding hands and walking off
into the sunset.
I wonder what it is like
to walk off into the sunset,
to feel like all your worries are going to be
dissipated by the sun's golden heat
and you're gilded and beautiful, heart soft,
and you think: this is as good as it gets
but then all of a sudden someone shouts "Sike!
it's just a movie set"
and then you realise that tan was fake
and the actors never liked each other anyway.
I tell you it makes my heart ache,
those deceiving sunsets by the bay.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Breaking our hands apart
In this loud mini-mart
You hate that touch
It’s just too much
Well when will it be enough?
That’s just tough
Pretending to care
I make this one swear
You’ll be taken care of
When will I get this love?
Retrieving this caring hand back from you
Just give me one **** clue
You’re not what I was expecting
Your old soul is not worth resurrecting
What’s with all this mess?
This is just my best guess
We’re too unalike
Thrown into this month long sike
I said that’s it
Enough of this endless pit
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Babygirl come over here
and let me hit you
with a little **** passion
mouth game blastin'
im long lastin'
like bubblegum show me ya tongue
so i can get a taste o what i feel
when im deep in that chocha faa real
got **** hot butter popcorn
leave ya deeply scorn
from my love deep strokin'
tongue soakin'
on ya ******* runnin' circles
around ya belly flex ya back
muscle let me see ya work
put this **** n so deep
til you fall asleep i aint' a creep
just keepin' it real
and we can move from the floor
into the livin' room sweep u up like a broom and heres come the boom
sike not fast not slow
Just a nice smooth tempo
as jodeci singin' in the background
got ya on ya back now
now tell me who's the best
Ya hands on my chest
screamin' my name
finna burn the flame
ya know how i get down
smack down lay down
hurt that chocha til ya ****** expressions start to frown **** near drown
in a puddle of tears
can't fight the temptations can't resist
and when ya release the ******
i reach over and kiss
osculatin' no debatin'
pound for pound thats just one round?
Tell me how fr3aky u r
N if so tell me are ya still down ??
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Send. With the touch of a button intergalactic waves transport emotions at the speed of light, right? Right. From the moment you followed me back all I was thinking of was some double tapping, mackin' no one night stand at least twice, sike. Haha just kidding focused on you I'm knitting.. sewed my heart on my sleeves. But unless I'm an avatar you won't even notice me.
There's no controlling the scrolling multiple options I'm plotting mentally jotting you see my heart throbbing she's sobbing they party we speak optics... delusional paralysis floating though the air I don't care what dimensions you mention, perception perception perception what you see is a reflection of the depths subconsciously time travels rewinded causing relentless stomach ache connections no more writers block universal inceptions from all directions, pensive.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Sike me out.
Spit on my toes.
Look for others.
No shame.
Hurricanes are natural.
No apologies in nature.
Right over my head.
Flung into my dreams.
But not all dreams are tangible.
Like you.
Sike me out.
Spit on me.
Make me feel you.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
Oh my gosh, why are you so quiet?
Ew, look at all of that fat you need to go on a diet!
Is that a pimple on your face?
Love, you're such a disgrace,
I can't believe you even exist in this place;
you're just a kid who has no voice,
you're a waste of oxygen and space,
but it's not like it was your choice
right?
Ha, it's okay- i'm sure you'll be successful one day and make it in life
sike!
Like, you really believed me didn't you?
Honey, you're a failure, it's gonna take some time to sink in
but you'll be okay in the end.
She looks at her reflection in the mirror and says,
"Maybe you're right"
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Like ****
With all due respect, I have to object.
It’s like talking to a wall after a simple “out of turn comment.”
Like **** it wasn’t my intention
I apologized sincerely
but you wasn’t having it.
I’ve come to realize that not everyone shares the same humor
But where the hell do you get off thinking that I’m not useful
I gave my advice I shared my thoughts
“Oh, but you don’t know what I’m going through”
Well what the **** you asked me for, huh?
Answer the question, don’t change the subject
Don’t put the blame on me and pretend I’m spose to let you run it;
The sike of course, you can’t act like I don’t know
Like **** you really throwing me under the bus
Cause you knew I was right
You knew what I said hit home
You knew he was using you but you still carried on.
Like ****
How dare you lie to me
How dare you pretend to care
How dare you look at our previous conversations
And say the mutual feelings wasn’t there
You lead me on, you lied.
But it’s okay I moved along
We stopped talking for a while but you came back on some
“hey what’s going on..?”
Like ****
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
i wish i could just cut out my tongue because I'm done talking I'm addicted to this pain i wish i didn't have a brain oh wait i don't so i guess its a little better sike i need to stop falling for theses dikes getting into too many fights staying up too many nights turn off the lights and let me be unless you really love me but who would am i right so shut the **** up and lets fight I'm done trying to bite my tongue and keep quiet because when i do i explode like a bomb and everyday I'm ticking so look at me the wrong way and you will experience a dooms day i got nothing else to say unless you wanna see my dooms day
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide
Eclipse pictorial scripts form the Letter C
narrate your soul to me
these prophets
Analyze
artists
Through the
Intelliegent interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave.
sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red
Time travel in my head
As your emulating my lead base look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know?
You lost your ritual rights
I can prove who's the nicest tonight
scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious
The cold wind warms my darkness
you can't claim to be an archer
if your not above all TARGETS
star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift
they take the risk
to "ATTEMPT" to defeat my spirit
remix it
feed it to their young
these words got you sprung
second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running,
man but you got to try something!
See that's the mind **** you're lost
YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST.
Sharpen the dullest rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes discovered.
The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual
IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to it!
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
Baddie brains blown out hick-up pick up picky pick up lines hirried stubbling drained from the gum. Yes tis gum from the stuomuch that you swallowed for month because I just loved the way you ***** *** I'm sick.
I puked.
I puked?
I started runnning the walts of Conan the quenched dominator beefing with minny mouse for spanking mickey. He sipps mickeys just so you know I'm holy dust, sike. I wish I washed my mouth month before I ate the groomed flappy fingered fizzathered lips of Haley Jade. I wish I had a ****** **** Nut after nut and after this nut another nut and a nut a then the knux cause she got the **** crumbling runs rinse me in Faygo cause these Jugglalos have hair I love to get the stow in jars from a far, because I farted. Beanie I ******* farting who started this ******** fricken flame flare Jack Keoroac couldn't spit enough spirts to-at-alley trickling pink pavement funds that freed Zepplin.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
do you intend to confuse
in order to know who's more worthy to choose?
because i refuse to be played and be used
just when your perfect time strike
and you decide who you like
if you choose him, pls say sike
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
You left around ‘06
And the wall called my guard is still up with these old bricks
I’m scared to tell a girl their heart is in good hands with me but my emotions in theirs is too slippery they won’t be able to get good grips
I feel more blue than red nowadays I feel like my affiliation belongs to the crips
Hennessy been looking better and better these past couple of days she might get these elite licks
She took my pain away after a few sips
Sike I’ll never fall for these plain Jane girls like French tips
You’d be surprised I’m 20 and haven’t fell for a hoes tricks
You can thank my mother and sisters for the guidance
Thinking you’d come back used to be a big hope in my mind that occurred in wide stints
But before I turn 20 I just wanna say I’m not mad at how your absence made me a hollow man
I’ll never know a mans love so when I tell my future kids that I love them I hope I can get them to understand
I’ll be the embarrassing dad just because I want them to know I’ll forever be apart of their life
I’ve dealt with that sharp pain of wondering if my life would’ve turned out better if you stayed in mine
So I’ll never want my kids to feel the pain of that knife
Again sorry for the long voicemail
Just some last minute thoughts before I turn 20
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
A feeling from a crevice that you didn't know existed, the seed i planted resonated grew and then up lifted. It hungered so i watered it, quenched its thirst for food. You were the blazing sun that gave it light. I am soothed by your sight. Your love for me was crude, i exude no more fight. For the loss of your love meant the loss of my might...Sike^.^
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Generating a ring
of bright waters, which
currently meanders, ponders,
and then streams - twitch
ching reflexively as flora
and fauna lap rich
text chard liquid
timelessly streaming, rippling,
and quivering pitch
sure risk gully confidently
babbling, bobbing, bubbling,
burbling loch a king
dominating his rill small niche
wade ding in the wings,
one doth espy, (sans oxbow lake)
analogous to an err
river rent sea sunned bay sic
wide whirled, whetted, webbed itch
perhaps berthed as a ******* creek,
and/or survivor of a ****
ling, which ordinary
happenstance attempts
to anthropomorphize
life giving resource hitch
ching various synonyms for water,
where sustenance to biosphere
can become flushed out
vis a vis via an ecological glitch
which dry dystopian scenario,
within the realm
of human activities circumstance
leaving most animals plants awash
bay sic lee lurching,
gasping, and choking
within an immense oceanic ditch
availing an alien landscape
awash with post apocalyptic
desiccated global cribbage
match, where the losing hand
would be a real *****
thus summarily, punctiliously, and merrily
describes the edifying whirlpool
life sike ****
where countless marine species will flounder
(literally like a fish out of water)
viz deadened ghyll.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Driven through a division,
Going in and out of dimensions,
Fighting off my demons.
Call that cross road decisions.
Dealing with typical Cross family addictions.
With my spirituality getting constantly tested.
For all I see is the devil,
Which makes me wonder,
If God is even interested?
Interested in whether or not I’m bested.
Bested by ingested toxic substances.
Guess I have to be careful where my choices are invested.
Because in an instance, I may never regain consciousness.
Maybe that’s why I was told not to take my life for granted.
But I’m struggling with once again being that “kid”,with unwavering faithfulness.
For when one becomes an adult,
It’s as if hopes been indicted.
With promises expedited into brokenness;
burning pure hearts with acid.
How drastic, that we are just facets for molasses.
Spilling over into the masses.
Parading smiles stapled and plastered on everyone’s faces.
But we got to look beyond the scenes,
Instead of being caught up in the schemes,
As things aren’t always what they seem!
Woven wool threading over eyes like a seamstress,
Pretending we are all good, Sike! Such lie’s, unless...
Perhaps we are all saps, pining over delusions instead of facts,
Packed with wax in ears, ignoring non-fiction for Knickknacks.
For we all get caught up in this spin cycle eventually.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Ill Breathe in every toxin
Ill worry about your thoughts
On the battlefield a fox
Running as if chased by cops
I drink from the mainstream
Like all the other sheep
Keep my belongings close
Without them i will weep
I only attack in a pack
Strength resides in numbers when individuals slack
Im accepting gradually..that
I myself intact
Embody immorality
It sinks into my sanity
Spreads throughout my veins
I know this isn't right
But i am so disgusting...
Sike ^.^
Ill exhale every toxin without breathing them in
Ill push your thoughts aside
And let mine fly like wind
A giant on the battlefield
Running as if chased by cops
Are the warriors below
claiming they could **** a man
who's toes matched their ego size
drinking from the stream thats main has never been
very wise
The FED would tell you other wise
Stuff your mind with advertisements, Faulty news, and other lies
Tell you things that they say are important while our brothers die
Setting up the world for richer classes to stay glorified
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC