"similiar" poems
"You are twisted
and your tongue permanently tastes of cherries." -
you say,
but I just tie cherry knots
with my fruit-infused tongue,
and laugh at your complaints.
Red neon numbers remind me
of your lips on mine.
Gripping at the empty side of the bed,
wishing I were somehow still in your head.
You and I were similiar and collided
in coexisting lives.
I can see a jaw drop
the hand moving south
as if to slip into the knife drawer
of a total solar eclipse.
Six shots deep so I could forget your name,
and all of the reason I love you.
Instead I sat there
with him,
(not you)
crying over cherry stems.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
When i cry the earth shakes
A devastating earthquake
When im sad the worlds cold
Similiar to Antarctica weather
When im weary people fear me
Over my yelling its hard to hear
When im in love everything is right
Like A beautiful summer night
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
i smoke cigarettees too **** much.
this is how you know nothing original will be said in this poem.
i use cigarettes as a social crutch.
i don't know about you
but when i'm in the mood to be honest
i'll tell you
i smoke cigarettes because
i want to be 'cool'.
because let's be honest:
i can't think of
a poet
a musician
an actor
an olympic swimmer
a hockey player
a president
a priest
a ****
a serial killer
or a psychiatrist
that's worth mentioning
that did not smoke
yes, i know you can
and go ahead,
but let me first
make a point instead
let me be honest,
if i can smoke a cigarette
and maybe be alone for
5.75 minutes
then maybe
a thought will occur to me
something outside this ******** world
and it will be good enough to write down,
just maybe.
let me be honest
i don't need you
with your judgemental eyes
and your cursory glances
walk away from me
at a party
i don't miss you
i am with her.
i garauntee if you asked
Whitman
Hemmingway
Freud
Phelps
Obama
about their actual relationship with smoking tobacco
they would have similiar descriptions.
but go ahead, tell me
about the hazardous effects of cigarettes
let's talk about the cancer
and the tar
and the disgusting phlem
that i will constantly have to eject
from my throat-hole
when i'm fifty.
go ahead, tell me about
******* people over
and ripping their minds out
and the sickness
and the disease
and how it's all so wrong.
it's as amusing to me as it is to you.
Mcdonald's will **** you.
Pall Mall will **** me.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 12:34 AM UTC
I am not what you expected
A paradox in locomotion
A pendulum marking out its own time
An uninspired
Overachiever
Who refuses to write in words that sound similiar
And I too will leave you wanting
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 8:26 PM UTC
Eyes popping
in distant stares
I wonder if a soul inhabits the pair
red hair, bombs,guns
and drugged?
The second killer nowhere to be found
but was seen yet disreguarded and most unaware
of the eye witness reporting
Why cover the details?
Something fishy lingers in the air
Something remains unshared
Motives so unclear
but I heard holmes had an obsession
with mind control
The neuroscience student
that spread so much pain and fear
conspiracy surrounds like a think cloud
like Sirhan Sirhan
The scenes shrouded in mystery
yet similiar
Ever heard of the illegal CIA human research program
Rockfeller Commission?
Did you know he had a Neuroscience University?
Fishy indeed
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
pretty names, but you have the prettiest.
angel's white dust pushed around by
the dingy desert winds dry meadow murmurs.
heated leather seats, **** smooth leather pants
and slender, skinny beautiful body with
a name attached to it, smoke smelled
of burnt raspberries
and the conversation burned like them too,
i feel things for you and perhaps
transparently similiar damage
bleeding rubies out like sap
the conversations dripped like sap too.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
See the seven highlights shinning bright
Fools don't wanna fight came back resurrected
Been selected before my birth know my worth
So suckas better up ya works beatin' all perks
Skills paying bills **** yo will it's **** or be killed
Cookin' up rhymes from the back of my mind
No *** or stove as I drove into ya mental
Verbal animal similiar to Hannibal
Lector check my selector bullets is my protector
Watch me wreck tha mic expand my wickedness beyond tha
So ya new rappers get the running all that frontin'
And ain't never seen nothin' so when I gets the dumpin'
Watch me get their hearts jumpin' pumpin'
Up mad blood ya dead fools cuz
Ya didn't follow the rules
Rap mafiaso blow like Reynaldo see the rhymes that pour
Out nothing but bloodshed thats ya head
If word get to the feds fools scrapin' over bread
And I'm scrapin' over my lost peeps that bleed
For free in the country dying for Lady liberty
Enemies be plottin' centuries ahead
Since the game done changed its time for me to rearrange
Thangs the way they used to be like *****
I don't play dat flex ya gat and I'll bet ya you'll be on ya back
Say you causing problems naw you don't got problems
Only when when barrel staring you down
Then you'll have yo problems
So once again I'm sending souls to the maker to amends ya sins a deadly friend
Enemies get in bendz when they see my visions
I aim for the highest **** being the flyest
Tied to the gods of the star look afar you see me in the makin ain't no faking souls get the bakin'
Once the sun makes his appearance hotter I get the more someone's
bound for a casket though a *******
I still mastered the mathematics laid it's science made an alliance they claim I'm violent
Cuz I'm knocking out those who ain't radiant
Makin' problems yeah many many problems
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
She'd expect me to describe her freckles.
Believing they were all that people saw; yet they were mildy raindrops of colour that kissed her face.
Or maybe they didn't bother her at all, maybe her discontent for herself lay deeper than so,
so deep her worries were unrecognizable to others,
Or perhaps too below the surface for anyone to take the time to discover;
perchance in the fear of their own suffocation.
Yet warmth still radiated off of her skin, and words of cognizance
dripped off her tongue
in a way similiar to that of lazy drops of water on a closed faucet.
Her eyes,
dark pools stained with swirls of cinnamon,
continued to have the same calming effect as that of a melancholic sunset.
More so,
if looked into at the right moment,
its possible to begin to understand the meaning of companionship,
the mere contentedness of old friends
and laughter,
followed by the yearning of someone to love,
and to be loved in return.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Do stars gather every night
For this dear mortal to absorb their delight?
Does their light patiently travel all those miles
Only for these eyes to absorb them with smiles?
Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I wonder how much stardust twinkles in my ****** glove.
Grab a plate
Grab a drink
Fly if need be
Allow your thoughts to levitate among stars
Go outside and accompany them
Despite their countless numbers
Always being present
As if waiting for me to accompany them
As if without me they're incomplete
Happily flickering when they see me
Wanting me to be part of their story
Twinkling novas and dancing nebulas
Stars probably say, "there's Earth again, a merry go round, humans hide among rooftops and ground"
Numerous or singular, planetary or nebular
Human dust or stardust, neither of this matters
Humans in days, stars in miles
We all stories in the end
Eyes are windows of the soul,
Stars are windows of the universe abode
God's winking morse code
"Hi there, I see you"
Stars or souls, we're all stories in the end
Made in images of our Creator
So much so, even neuron clusters in human brains
Have similiar visual patterns of galactic clusters in heavenly terrain.
Sapiens city lights, interstellar starlights
So close, yet also, so far away
Sometimes I feel YHWH's eyes on me
The many, many thousands of starry eyes
As if God's out there and I'm just stardust
But YHWH is everywhere
Just like starry eyes
Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I'm in God's story 'till the end.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
Fluid loving
Intellectual touches to my ego makes me feel safe
These faces are similiar and my is mood levitating in the cosmos full of misery
The dreams I've been diving in have been hallucinations of my twisted universe
I wrote a eulogy of a person who made me suffer most
Oneness with the universe, I'm one with you baby girl I still think you're all that's worth
Lost in the prisms
Walking in natures holographic reality
Getting through with this spirit that helps me feel real to deal with these feelings I get when I'm missing you
Wasted love like unfinished letters to my old girl
Like how did we fall out?
Playing some John Lennon to convert tears into melodies
Acidic skies, many why's
The answer to the questions are neither truth or lies so I'll keep reticent and keep my 2 cents
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
I look at my scars
Darkend on my skin
Like spilled ink on paper
They're barely noticeable
Similiar to myself
holding deeper wounds
Only seen as an ingnifiant mark
I hate myself
Too much to be sad
Over scars from past
Im still making new ones
My body wasn't made to last
My mind made sure
So deeply insecure
I promise no-one sees
Always forgotten
Until i open a new one
What have they become
But a reminder
Im a broken window
Everyone sees right through
Tape over the whole
And ignore the shattered parts
My scars arent enough
To signify my pain
They don't scare anyone
Theyre too plain
Endless void of choking
Choking on life
Since I swallow it
No-one cares what's left inside
You may stay scars
I won't hide you
I'll just ignore you
Like everyone does me
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
My ex kinda reminds me of my dad.
Their so ****** similiar, in my head i think its sad.
Two playas in the past tryin to change for their women.
But behind their backs they doin dirt and steady sinnin.
Not knowin what they have, ****** around with the past,
Cant give up their old ways, its to much to ask.
Cant give up the women, they need more then one.
Cant stick to commitment, one day and they done.
Playin with our heart, thinkin its fun.
****** over a bunch of girls, now they all cautious,
Duckin and dodgein when they see a chick they called it off with.
Miserable in their sleep dreamin of women huntin for revenge,
Rethinkin in their heads its time to trade the playa card in.
To bad thats not enough,
Next day that **** is dust,
Hiding stuff in they phone wonderin why we dont trust.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Would u consider yourself dead, before your born?
Appreciate silence, for it births sound, and when sound dies silence is still there.
Its a strange thing, life. An instant. A single moment consisting of multiple conscious states.
It vanished but it was once.
Legacies are similiar to sound, the stronger they are the farther they are heard. But eventually the backround silence will be 'unheard' but listened to.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
This is the last you will read from my mind
I'm grateful to all the readers of every kind
You never put my mediocrity in the sun light
Years of patiently reading when my mind is a little further from alright
Let's take one last trip together
Just the all of us
Do you believe in absolutes
Latches, laces, or velcro on your moon boots
Space navigation and life are a bit similiar to me
I have never chosen a direction in either
Does my thoughts jumping make you nervous
Then we have two things in common
Always being up late being the second
Seconds, I'm counting the ones we have left
There's something out there
Somewhere in the starry abyss
Hopefully it is some fuzzy creatures
No more dreams, no more panic
Finally can stop being labeled as manic
We are just here to talk about dreams
But where we plan to go is much further than it seems
That's it, that's all
Please let go of my paw
Find your own way because I refuse to share
I love you all and your wonderful hair
My last piece of useless suggestions
Take it slow there is no rush to get there
Please ensure I don't see you soon
Now would you kindly get off my moon.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
**I hear the echos of
A snide
Tongue
While you
Say
I love
You
The worst times
Reside in
Your last
Words
The air acts as
A knife
That cuts with
Each movement
I
Take
A darkened tone
Fills the space
I stand
That the light
Never
Touches
A place where
Right isn't
Practiced
Enough
And wrong is
Always
Right there
Emotions grow weary
With each
Failing
And I can go
No
More
Im motionless
A victom of
A
Similiar past
That haunts
My every
Movement
Insanity grasps my
Reluctant
Defeat
Of something
That seems like a
Dream
Except my eyes
Are open
And im very
Much
Alive**
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
I said it before.
But i didnt explain.
The complexity of my words.
What did i say?
*"My tears are like knives
And im crying all over my body
Ive got scars all over"*
See i wasnt lying.
My cheeks look like a cuttingboard.
Each time my body gets cut open
My blood runs black.
It oozes through my veins, and out to the ground.
I am not to be understood.
Like one runs into a train
The roads so similiar
But wind up here,
On this one tear.
These tears that cut,
Are like unopenable doors that shut.
The wind up closes,
As my final thoughts choose to vanish.
These tears
These knives
Prove often to be poetic
Because i often write about the scars.
I often write about my pain
but my silence echoes.
Bouncing
Bouncin
Bounci
Bounc
Boun
Bou
Bo
B.
silence
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
Drowning in them,
As if one was dropped in the middle,
The middle of the ocean- I call dark blue.
Devoid of any floatation.
Just countless remarks of childish infatuations.
Reminiscing upon them,
Daydreaming of an altered reality.
Reality; one similiar to a minimalist's art gallery
Works of primary colours, and dark shades.
Reflecting on broken promises,
And promises that were never made
Caught up in them,
Body intertweined with miscellaneous veins
Veins found among the greenest of all jungles.
Words of truth, lost in a jungle of lies.
We hide truth that others will despise.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
The cut you left on my heart is not the first of many to come.
Deeper compared to the others I admit.
Nott healed just yet.
The same pain.
Similiar situations.
Soon to be all overcome.
I have no doubt this will be afixed.
Staying clear of you, it'll mend into a scar, just like the rest.
Leaving in imprint, but not a setback.
This pain shall end.
This encounter, conquered.
And thats really whats keeping me together right now.
Me.
My Self.
And I.
I lost you, yet in the midst of it all.
I found myself.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
a wet street is not similiar to rain
but it's a sign that it has rained
fever's not flu
but it's a sign
i woke up with my hands soaked in wine
and begging you two things:
1- excess
2- not going home
can we have only first dates where we can always be
anyone else?
can we exchange habits?
close my eyes between your legs
i love burnt bread, black coffee and butter
and swimming through time towards time
like in a midnight carless highway
fever's not flu;
it's desire's errands
it's a trip you tell no one
it's a page or a screen.
it's a sign,
how would you describe it?
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
I call shots like a mobb boss meaning you'll get tossed loosin' exhaust
Found in the lost afterworld envisions it was my decisions
To cut ya breath from living
Everyday winning got me sinning no grinning
Never see the tears of a clown so I frown
And look down on my enemies you minimes compared to me and barely
Amount to nothing get a snuffin' worse than welts from tight cuffin
On the hands stretchin' money bands cuz the game demands flows smooth like a gust of wind
Entering your temple no it's just my bullets liftin' your mental
So it's homicidal mic skills hit like a tidal
Waves crave the heart of a brave lion no trying
Fools end up dying I ain't lying I'll leave ya body crying
And white cells multiplyin' but there's no denyin'
The depths of hell castin' spells to ya mmelons swell
And you can tell from the smell of a dead body my team Gotti I be Andy
bardellino got ya singin' saprano ****** ya halo
Even in the afterlife I made lilith my wife sharp as shaved knife
Who could **** with my legacy similiar to pun and biggie
Inflict more pain then politicians lobbyin' in DC
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
WHAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP IS THIS?! I can't even talk to you... my heart is breaking constantly by the ignorant words you spew at me! Do you even care? You say you do. Do you even try? You say you do. Do you think of me when I'm gone? You say you do.. you say a lot of things.. but I think I'm simply to naive to understand, that it's all lies. You don't care, do you? And why would you?.. I have no where else to go, nowhere else to say what I'm feeling so I bottle it up, but its unlike a ship in a bottle, the contents of my bottle is more similiar to that of a liquor bottle. Just as the lowly alcoholic gets his comfort from his whiskey I get mine from admitting my true feelings inside this bottle, mine too is a nasty addiction. If I say anything about how much I care for you and how much pain you're causing me, I'll appear as a "crazy woman" or whatever else fits that same description. When in all reality, I just want to love on you, and you not take me for granted.. is that too much to ask? That you don't break my heart, because you keep doing it, over and over again. It's like you're picking at a scab and scarring me over and over again with your razor blade words. Please, stop. Take a look at what you're doing, please... before I wither away.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
Equipped for Armageddon
With mad ammunition we hittin'
None of us missin' straight ***********
Can't escape the invasion we blazin'
Major weedwith no seeds my soul feeds
On vengeful deeds plus I'll never bleed
Bulletproof army fatigue
Thugged out justice league
Similiar to ****** a born soldier
Fuckin' with a Don
I thought i told ya
I'm hard to **** grab yo shield
Introduce you to the killing fields
My ****** ready for battle
Wars is honored while my enemies paddle
On their knees beggin insanity pleas
But wont get no mercy outta me
Its me lyrical mercenary making caskets for the cemetery so don't worry I'll bury
Any competition that's wishin to go against me?
Go to sleep *******
Yeah grab of a couple
Of black ski mask
Set up the task for the perfect blast
Spin around my enemies like taz
Leavin' a path
Of destruction fools couldn't follow instructions
Blood rushin' causin' concussions
Cuz death lustin' love fuckin'
Hataz get nothing
Wicked ways made my men
Evil seems to set trends
So How can I be an Angel when my demons unleashing from within
Minds hatching no satisfaction
Stay packin' if I'm shot
My homies will be backing
Me up so don't intervene
Once I step on the scene blazin' creams
Aimmin' infered beams
****** hits ending all teams one by one
And you can tell by the bodies stunk
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
Terence McKenna claimed
both psychedelics and travels
to be very affective and similiar
tools that help expand the mind.
Connecting these claims
with the observations of Aldous Huxley,
who proposed the mind and the
physical Earth(terrains, continents, landscapes)
to be conjoined with a shockingly strong bond
We can see Terence's idea
making Huxley's words fuller, more clear,
and more credible.
You can see, one's mind is in a great part shaped by
his everyday environment & actions. Repetitions lead
to the creation of bonds. Revisiting these paths
without a doubt creates a map of some kind.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
Scars shone bright,
Still expected to set the table and serve.
Good enough to weep and use,
But not compatible enough to claim as yours.
You expect to benefit from my years of struggle.
With the same mouth that you used to kiss and explore me.
You cut me down with such force I cannot muster enough energy
For Vengeance.
Blessed are the ones who fit the mold
Conditionally loved is no love at all.
Held by the arms that were raised to me.
A kicked dog and its traitorous tail.
Inept, bereft and lonely.
Go to words for my bio.
Reborn now, new skin still raw.
Took as long as it took I guess, regrets take up time too.
When a wind touches me now, I feel a part of me blowing away.
Like ashes in the breeze. Unsure if it's the old me or new.
Figured I would find my people, they act similiar
But have the same traits none the less.
Everyone has a napkin to help dry my eyes.
Some crisp and ironed, most are already used.
Found a new one to add to the list of words I hate,
Soon. It takes its rightful place beside ****** and No.
Comfort blanket no longer bullet proof,
The fairy dust ran out long ago.
Big boy shoes are all scuffed.
I use them for dancing now not running.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC