"sketchy" poems
Plaid slacks
Feather cap
Argyle socks
Flip phone
Mullet hair
Greasy hands
Crusted fingernails
White belt
Sketchy beard
Members only
Casio watch
Deck shoes
Muscle shirt
Tribal tattoo
Chest hair
Plumbers crack
You look great, Mom!
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
*
Never Have I felt a December
So cold, so lonely.
The walk along the lake,
That changed a fate
The stumble in the snow,
I didn’t let go.
The daring walk,
Onto thin ice
Are you watching?
My attempts to see a rise in you.
So delicate was that goodbye
Darkness, up the long road
Upon the destination, no one knew
I ran home,
To see you waiting there.
You waited for me,
For hours I guessed.
This time a true
Goodbye
We made a plan,
So sketchy at first.
Maybe Just nervous?
Never knowing, what could unfold
We changed our plans.
Much more bold.
I rambled on,
For hours it seemed.
Until we arrived,
To a bran new scene
Both so nervous,
But we knew what we wanted.
I motioned you closer,
No cold shoulder.
Comfortably sat,
Until the movie was over
We met some friends, later that night
Continued to smile,
Be polite.
Just dreaming of holding you tight
I think I might…
A gentle kiss upon your lips
I did not miss.
Out in the cold, yet,
All I felt was warmth
The warmness of you and I,
Another night
Goodbye
Sit next to me in the morning,
The bell is ringing…
I’m ignoring
So captivated by your smile.
Again I depart.
Goodbye.
The night before Christmas eve,
We stayed awake for hours
Until our wish
Had finally come true
Its been a year
Since that December
And yet I miss you,
Just as much as I remember
That December so warm,
Now it plagues me with cold
No longer we are.
Growing old
Goodbye
December,
December!
How I hate you now
Drown my mind
In your white lies.
No longer,
Can I see your eyes
I have grown old of these,
goodbyes…
December
The month that will,
Confuse me forever
Lost in the blizzard
Of my mind
We always say that, “truth is hard to find”
Goodbye
DECEMBER
goodbye…
*
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
I can hear you heckling me
to play those sketchy little games
and I always convince myself that
I’ve got a shot at winning.
and of course I’m one
to be fearless, and eager,
and unbreakable
to take that wild ride with you.
but on every revolution
and each wicked twist and turn,
I get a little dizzy–
sick and confused–
and I wish you’d just stop this ride,
and let me off
to let me live–
live to enjoy the lights of the night
with you.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
*There's a certain rush in my veins
When I see your face as it lights up
With bliss and content
While we come together
Face to face
Against a world real pressed
With tears and lies and torment.
The idea of you, just you
Is enough to becalm
The raging ocean of emotions
That has long run wild
In the sketchy corners of my mind
Our destiny, such uncertainty
But amidst it all, you're my sanity.
You showed me truth, my fears subside
You painted my blues with a shade of life
My loneliness, I can perfectly fight
With you right here, nothing's mystified
This is the reality we are facing now
Branded feelings, shall we allow?
We kept each other standing tall
We were there together in every fall
Yes, we could be the perfect match
That the whole world shall have to adore
Afraid, we may seem, but we both know
Keep hiding the truth, but our eyes plainly show.*
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Baby-faced,
Shifty-eyed;
Briefly my heart raced,
It can't be denied.
Sweet,
Sketchy,
I thought it would be neat,
But it turned out messy.
Here's a tho(ugh)t:
I hope you know you had your shot.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
It's two in the morning & I can't fall asleep
My mind is feeling restless
From all these thoughts that never leave
I remember simpler days
Wishing I could move away
Five years down the line
Now look at where I stay
Sleeping in my homies truck
In a sketchy parking lot
Up & early before dawn
Plug my headphones
Music on
Off to work that 9 to 5
Putting in that over time
Cash my check then realize
IRS took every dime
**** this government of mine
Take our checks & say it's right
Swipe my card & get declined
They make it hard to stay alive
**** I'm tired of this life
But I ain't thinking suicide
For if I do they satisfied
Much rather fight for what is mine
Is there a way for this to change
If there is then lead the way
Living bumy day to day
Tell me how the **** can one maintain
When they come up on your pay
A fallen victim to their game
I now start to contemplate
Faster routes like
Slang some dope & push that yay
Pass me the yak I popp the cap
Take a swig & I knock it back
Lord forgive me for my sins
Might just bust my first break in
- Abraham Avalos
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Have we met?
Maybe yes, maybe no
But in your head
There must be an image of me.
Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination
To some a rare gem
To others is a beautiful devil
And to you...
maybe just a facebook friend.
Maybe it’s the smiling girl
In my profile picture,
Who got your attention...
Or maybe it was that awkward update
That got you thinking.
Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,
Or is it the long slender legs
In that party dress as she walks across the street?
Mhhh... Just maybe
You must be wondering
Why am writing all this
I would love to answer you
But I really don’t know
What my last line will be like.
So, will keep writing...
Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?
Today she is in love
Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,
One minute she is your friend
The other minute you are a stranger
I think i know why...
She is like you, she is human!
She may not live long enough
To defend all her flaws
Or brag about her perfections
But I can tell you a few things about her...
Some she isn’t proud of
But others she wouldn’t change
Just to please a crowd
She has a beautiful heart
To complement her warm smile
But she has a temper too
Which beats that of a betrayed woman
She is opinionated
But still a good listener.
But an insensitive word...
Hurts her like a sharp sword.
So, if you haven’t met her,
Now you know something about her
Do I need write more?
Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after
Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees
Everyday I will write.
C@P2013 September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Hands up
So maybe they'll see I surrender
Under the foot of The Badge
My hands are up and I beg mercy
That this man doesn't pull the trigger
Don't shoot!
Hands up
So many brothers and sisters lost in this war
A bullet in me is nothing to them but a paid leave
My blood is just another stain
It won't cause this man with the badge any pain
Don't shoot!
Hands up
In the court I'm the sketchy one
But I wasn't the one standing behind the gun
Please God don't shoot!
Hands up
While we stand together in peace
And are accused of violence
Beaten, gassed, punched, harassed
This is war in these streets
Where The Badge and the black man meets
DON'T SHOOT
Bang
Wheres the peace?
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
oh yuh
***** dubstep bumping like an 808
partying like a rockstar
marijuana molly ***** nyquil ativan adarall
baby bash
waka flocka bumping super H E L L - UH loud
the party downstairs
will be raging with under age kids all night -
here we go again
the peeping land lord- and the drunnk guy outside my bathroom
the sketchy anti social other room mate
the 2nd story appt
and the kids downstairs partying like i did when i was 19
wait a minute
i am way to old for this ****
Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
#
Piercing blue eyes
As though you can see the truth
A wide boyish smile
Barely at the prime of youth
Brown freckles that cover your face
I could trace the constellation
A void of stars coating the night sky
Creating whats deemed a wonderful sensation
On your 18th birthday
A year away from now
We shall cook ravioli together
You said you would teach me how
You wear fingerless gloves
Each and everyday
They double up as mittens
"I love them"
I would always say
Warm and cozy
Far to large for my hands
But they fit yours perfectly
Then again they are made for a man's
I'll still call you Smol boy
Even though you tower over me
I'm sure your use to it by now
After all I'm pretty crazy
Pure black coffee
With no sugar at all
A little bit of milk though
8-10 teaspoons if I recall
***Too bitter for my liking
I'll have enough sugar for the both of us***
You're an insomniac
Barely 2-3 hours a night
Its quite concerning
But you say your alright
I know your a lil over the edge
you're a fair bit mental
But your a dear friend of mine now
I'm sure you're actually quite gentle
I'll support you still
Even though I've barely skimmed the surface
There is still much more to uncover
And sure I'm a little nervous
Even maybe a little scared
But you're my Lil ravioli boy
So there is no reason to fear
Try not to be coy
I'll be there for all your sketchy antics
And all the mental breakdowns
And I hope you will be there for me
When my heart occasionally hits the ground
Though whatever happened through this
All the highs and the lows
I'll stand by you through it
No matter how steep the road
Lil Ravioli Boy
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
Dam I need a blunt,
can't put up with this ****
I'm fealin a new person
My heart just feals like cursin...
I've bin hear,
in this new home,
sober a new rome,
If i had my shear ****
you'd sure would hear a cheer song.
I'd feal you out so happy,
have my words churned out to sappy?.
I'm way out,
I'm not burned,
I get it I sure learned
far out mars rover,
spot me out like your'e lucky clover,
out in a big croud
I'm rare like a drout cloud,
like I said,
I miss my bed,
eatin all day,
freakin all may,
Give it a doobie a precious ****** ruby
Not lit Not fit
can-I-Just-quit?.
How bout a bubble and a bowl,?
no trouble nore parol,
you know i'm slick won't get in no ****
just help a ***** out and blow me a hit.
I love my jane we plan to mary
when she's gone my world gets scary..
So be it if i'm sketchy,
I'm posted monalisa ,
see me on the wall,
touch me and I'll fall,
trust I see it all,
you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor,
I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow,
Best of what I know is what minds like to show..
don't come back that lock is latched,
holdin steady bit attatched,
I need a hook to hold me steady.
some one strong that will be ready,
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
A delicate blush, a secret crush
Rings, white wings and other fine things
Ribbons and laces, tender embraces
Elegant grace and a sweet pretty face
Cheeks of pink, colorful drinks
Holding hands and fluttering fans
Smiles sweet, small and petite
Soft, luscious hair and a whispered prayer
Ballroom dancing, timid glancing
Liqueur and ****
Jealousy, greed
In dark rooms, kneeling and wasted
Under the sheets, squealing, getting tasted
Smeared lipstick, hair mussed, no longer slick
Bleary red lips, curvy hips
Tattoos and lingerie see-through
Heavy petting, getting drunk and forgetting
Ripped tights, endless nights
Coke and hazy smoke
Expensive drugs and sweaty hugs
Twisted lies, glazed eyes,
Strong musky perfumes, dark rooms
Sketchy guys, spread thighs
Broken trust, humid lust
Mindless fornication, empty stimulation,
With bated respiration, nothing but degradation
Vodka-cherry shots and hazy thoughts
Dancing, grinding, lights all blinding
Backstabbing, hands jabbing
Dark magic, endings tragic
Secrets revealed, wounds opened or healed
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
Quicksand
and those sketchy
day dreams.
Are
dragging me
down river.
To Go.
Drunk dancing
at the
Devil's beat.
</3
As I lay,
here.
Drowning,
in all your liquid lies.
With my right hand
above water.
Of course.
Every fallen angel,
sides down the slippery
stripped-strip,
strippers pole.
Onto,
darker day dreams
of swimming,
singing
&
swing-dancing
with Lucy.
Tap-tap-tap
dancing
with the
Fairy Master
Lucipher,
himself.
Sometimes people are just misunderstood.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 3:46 PM UTC
Insouciance first fall
we took the night half-illuminated
dreamy stereo sketchy static
through ear’s round bell
smile we owe it
slanted, bendable light moon
becomes another genre
to listen lilt
even before methods of lip
procure shaded meaning cohered
on a closed door – opened
finding a semblance of Sun
there, veiling
a traffic of cirrus
in the elongated road
of blue skies
it was time
to point-source a home
taller than grass in Summer
pinpointing scenes to exact
a long divide and make it
by punishing it post-peak,
let it drift with unrelenting
quickness
past mouthed rivers and from
the lessening fog
of the same morning
i
will puncture
it true, eyes set forth
into your absence
*you’ll
bloom
you’ll
bloom.*
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
I'm starving to death, Daddy,
wandering around campus
with nothing to do for an hour.
I just went into the sketchiest
sketchy-mart in the city,
and they have chorizo chipotle
corn-nuts. I didn't buy them.
Daddy, there's this creepy guy
here. You know how much
longer you're going to be?
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
there are things i have promised you,
things i don't ever want to put you through.
i'm sorry i broke those promises somehow,
i knew we weren't for each other anyhow.
i just want you to be happy,
i know we're both tired of being shady.
things between us are already sketchy,
every day, holding on seems very heavy.
letting go of you was hard
yet i don't want toxicity to bombard;
i want the best for you and me
so please, let's just set each other free.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 5:52 AM UTC
Her hands are made of sandpaper, and her eyes they look like fear;
And the fragility of her porcelain heart is a sign that death is near.
The demons in the form of thought pick apart her empty mind.
They leave her on the roadside, where she is left, deaf, dumb and blind.
Screaming for redemption from her swollen, dry, cracked lips;
In an act of desperation, she starts to sway her paper hips.
With only one thing left to give, she has nothing left to lose;
She raffles off her body for feeble cash and sketchy *****
And the wrinkles on her face are tiny riverbeds for tears;
Urban camouflage of leather skin and dried up makeup smears.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
Tantamount to the crawlspace where your emotions
are dissembled,
is the animalistic focus in your pointed gaze,
Sketchy eyed with jerky limbed motions,
As elusive as you are always around,
Or so it would seem,
Their eyes fall upon you,
no doubt,
You are a vision,
That I do not and have never questioned,
There is a fundamental lack of
hesitancy in your days,
lately you have looked let down,
Thinking of you,
occurs outside the restraints of time,
I would like to be everything with you.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
busy verbalizing my merchandise
a display of teeth reefed behind my smile
because merchandise is what i am after
and The Revels watch over me
and laughter drains down through sewer grates
i am watched over
my potential client walks away
but returns again with queries
on this hot day
a smell like burnt hair raises from the gutters
and these are the streets that radiate
on this hot day
an honest clash and not some some touchy bout
and here we are
the costly coil of pushing business together ;
a lively thrive
thrifty **** you"s and a dressing down
circling the other and striking their buttons
interlaced within is a genuine pressing
toward each other goals
this partnership
swiftly made
has an extreme edge and chaotic balance
the both of us must master or abandon our productivity
shall we be served by this union
or sever fighting ?
unfit
it swerves and suffers a pity
let's keep this one brief
we manage business
handshakes
and scowl away with our wares
each of us feeling equally scammed
(we've made useful enemies at best)
i break out laughing all the same-how
and howl because i feel
that feeling that this could go on forever
and business has roots in all my moods
i crouch at the curb
the curb is abrasive
i sit
i look at the dry heat radiating off the tarmac
the slight greasy lime taste of the air passing
the roof of my mouth
the electric wires running hum into the buildings
the storm drains at the edges of the roads
where laughter siphons down to the magma of Hades
it is waning off now
and i feel vague
i stand and i scan for more players
i spot a vivid orange one
one that i may barter their aura of vigour
traded for my sketchy wares
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 9:55 AM UTC
My head is this galaxy of exploding stars and swirling planets, though every glimmering star you see behind my blue eyes that lost their blue color years ago are shooting stars that long died out.
That's why when you wish on me, I can't come through anymore.
I am a walking hollow.
Somewhere between the parking lot where I stood and knew I would never smoke a single cigarette to the roof top of a house where I smoked a whole pack in a night because I thought that's what would make things better.
Somewhere between hanging on every word you say and hanging from a noose made from sketchy rope.
Somewhere between honesty and not being sure if what I'm saying is a lie.
Somewhere between "I ****** up" and "you're ****** up."
Somewhere between those places, I find myself listening to songs I usually don't and drinking chemicals I always said I wouldn't.
I'm looking for something and I put my faith in finding a person, which is unfair to whomever I choose to place it on.
The weight of the world...My world.
I got to the point where I didn't care what happened to it anymore.
I threw it in the air so now it bounces through infinite space. It's unappealing and covered in glass shards, wrinkles and scars.
I can't blame anybody for not wanting to pick it up...
But I'm hoping someone does.
If walls could talk, they would scream vile words in my face as I trace cloud patterns through volatile gray skies.
In the Summer I pray for Winter and in the Winter I pray for Summer.
I wish I could say I'm OK with Fall because it's the best of the worst, but I know when I get there I'm praying for a Spring bloom.
I always want what is furthest away from me.
Can that be my excuse for why I put distance between the people I love most?
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
i love asheville.
I danced my *** off at the Highland Brewing Company to a live band, smoked good bud before hitting Rosettas, wandered downtown, walked through a sketchy alley way.
I’ve met the coolest of people
{and some of the not so coolest}
but the good far outweigh the bad here.
this city has swallowed me whole
rolled me around on its tongue
and i covered me with its shimmering saliva— because everyone in aville sparkles, y’all
and i marvel at the inside of its beautiful mouth
there is power in these mountains
and good mojo in the air
we just need better water.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
******
A foggy head is a dangerous situation.
Can't think.
Always over-think.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
But, the tunnel is long.
Or it seems so to me.
Old friends seem old.
New ones too cynical.
Some groups are too loud.
No minute to despair.
Swear,swear and get back to work!
Some groups are too idealistic.
Salaries,profiles,de-profiled and
other depositions are discussed.
I watch them like a TVC,
Mindless yet grasping words.
Minimum to maximum.
Ina flushing of hormones.
Some women I meet ,
they complain about laying low.
Office politics, national politics,
play Tom and Jerry Show.
Each chasing each other.
Stuck in a vicious circle.
Egg rolls have been had,
and I am feeling a wee bit better.
But the vinegar-onion,
does nothing to my sketchy mind.
Its still foggy.
But I am patient.
I shall be calm.
Just like my love Siva.
Shall I be the quiet and the dangerous.
Or shall I be the butterfly to sit on your nose.
And kiss you silently.
I shall wait and give the fog some time.
I shall stand strong..
A foggy mind shall pass.
******
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 5:50 AM UTC
*I urge you not to trust a magician
Leaves you in disbelief,
makes you question without permission
Perception is everything,
intercepting your understanding,
patience is wearing thin
I promise you
I was a victim of trusting
someone who’s double faced
Showing me tricks, and
they had me begging for double takes
A bitter pill that I always had trouble swallowing,
please heed my words
as I warn you about the following:
I paid to see* Fate The Fantastical
*Showing sketchy tactics and
very far from magical
Stuck in your life and you're seeking help?
He'll try to convince you
that he's the monster who played
the hand that you were dealt
A "one-way" in your journey never existed
so throw those cards back in his face,
tell him “don’t get it twisted!”
Then leave the show and get your money back,
fill your money bag quick
while making your own plans
with money stacks
I saw the power of* The Spellbinding Heart-Breaker
*He promises forever but claims he’ll see you later
I caught him backstage
rehearsing his apology
illusionist at heart
and a student of escapology
A Houdini whodunit level of disappearance
Shackled by love and commitment,
begging for interference
And my advice is that
you crash his performance
Reveal him to the audience,
damage would be enormous
The mental menace known as* Doubt The Diabolical
*The worst of the bunch since
he’s demanding and methodical
He has the gift to convince you
To give up on your dreams,
Taking the stage with volunteers,
“voices” sing his theme
Enticing suicide, heartless,
and pushes you aside
Signals your sayonara by
serving you soothing cyanide
So boo him off the stage
as loud as you can!
Steal his thunder, change the world
'cause I’m one among your many fans!*
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
(I live in Cali, Colombia)
1. My sketchy run-in with the cute gluehead.
2. You say you’re armed, my girlfriend says you can’t have my camera.
3. I guess I’m bilingual, but man do I feel stupid right now.
4. No, coworker, I don’t feel like sharing with you why I’m going hiena in the break room. (culprit)
5. What a pain that I don't remember your name.
6. I ate my brains for breakfast with onion, tomato, and toast.
7. If my daydreams were broad cast right now your boyfriend would probably hurt me.
8. You, my friend, are my friend.
9. Just dropped a drumstick 3 songs into our very first gig.
10. No sir I don’t want to buy that gun...oh...what’s that? You’d like the contents of my pockets?
11. My pleasant walk to wherever.
12. Clandestine house-party tonail clipping session.
13. My beard is doing a fantastic ashtray impersonation.
14. Beérjá vu.
15. “Um...did I really just say that?"
16. Gringo moment #247.
17. Well well welcome to ***** Wonka’s South American silicone factory.
18. Are my neighbors being cold because they know I puked in their front garden?
19. Everyone is staring at me...must be time for a haircut.
20. ”Is this who I’m supposed to be?"
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC