"slangs" poems
The other day
I was jerking off to **** right?
and
I'm in mid stroke
watching this ***** get banged
by some dude with a ****
that he slangs
in and out
all this nasty ****
got her *** spread open
dove in
lookin creepy
with this goatee
nasty *** ************
and her
got those eyes
that u can stare in forever
and still see nothing
but she got a body
who knows where her soul went
and as I'm getting mine off
watching these two ***** get off
these thoughts creep off
in my head
and I stop
and think
for a minute
the **** am I doing?
why do I have to need this?
to survive?
clicked play
and continued
and finished
stopped the video
and then thought the same thoughts
that I thought
when I first pressed pause
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
It varies from woman to woman, however
this girl will always hate giving birth
Maybe she wouldn’t even get married nor have ****** ***********
More than forty years ago those childish thoughts kept circling in my mind
It didn’t take long for her to realize that *** and babies had something in common
Nana so often said to us girls with her Island slang
*“What sweeten a goat mouth, would burn his tail end”
So girls you're worth it, don’t do it*
The after effects, the after effects so complex and powerful
Nana woke us up in the wee hours of the morning
either with her singing, or the rattling of the *** and pans
I knew at some point I would come to hate being a nurse
I probably wouldn’t be able to show Compassion
If you aren’t compassionate enough: being a Nurse isn’t for you
I hated those homebirth early morning deliveries
Not enough light, no running water in the homes,
And the list goes on in late sixties on the Island
When I finally woke up that morning
I noticed Nana’s black bag on the table:
Her lily white apron on the back of the chair
How she got her uniform to stay so white was a miracle to me
Granddad was outside fixing something under the old Wolseley bumper
Using an old flittering kerosene paraffin lamp to get the job done
Our country farm house sat the bottom of the hill
So Grandad needed the old Wolseley car to be in good condition
To pulled Porte hill and there I was about to be Nana’s Nursing Assistant
Was I up for the yelling, screaming, crying? At my age, I wasn’t,
However, being defiant wasn’t appealing, Nana played on our emotions
another one of her favorite island slangs
“Some children are to be ****** to death if they are defiant to their parents said Nana”
I was also too sleepy to sulk so I sat and quietly listen to her rambling on and on:
So I turned all my thoughts and energy to Genesis 3:16
To the woman he said, "I will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor you will give birth to children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you."
And that was my last words to Nana: No man shall have control over my body
and that was my last trip with Nana on her delivering baby route.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Do not let growing up in the streets define you as a person?
You are older now and don’t need to talk the street talk and slangs.
Educate yourself to what you can be, not what you was.
I do not want to be defined as a street **** or a ghetto rat
But as a person who has learned to talk properly and has
Left the streets to the streets.
Because I do not have a college degree does not mean
That I am an illiterate; it just means that I did not pursue my education.
No one has to be defined as low class, trash, or ignorant.
Because you are born in the hills does not make you a hillbilly!
Or born in the swamplands does not make you a swamp rat!
Titles have always been given to every ethnic group, such as
The Hispanics was spicks, the Irish – miks , the Italians as wops
Or guinies and the blacks as ******* and so on down the line.
If you are one who likes to use titles on others, then there is
Only one title that you can use.
“HUMAN BEINGS” which classifies everyone.
I want you to stand proud, because you are a HUMAN BEING
Made by GOD, and he doesn’t make garbage.
Learn your own self-respect and others will respect you! DON’T BE DEFINED!
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Not knowing who I am
Or who I want to be
I lose myself in fashion
Slangs
In someone else’s youth
Just to be on the in crowd of something that isn’t me
Confused by the age of innocence
I have tried to relive what I shouldn’t
Couldn’t
Wouldn’t
Only to have it pushed back at me
Cause I’m confused
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 10:47 AM UTC
These decorative shackles I wear
Make me feel superior I know if my ancestors were to see me, they’d look in despair
I wear my diamond choker
And my gold rope chain slangs
I can’t wait for chaining day as I pride fully walk to the jeweler whistling and sing
These decorative shackles I wear
Ease the generational pains of the slave and tribal warfare
I know if our ancestors were to see us now, they’d see kings, queens and heirs
I sail the Atlantic ocean in large ships in awe at the view and the majestic blue
Ironically my ancestors sailed before me, but in slave sloops
Forgetting that this water tells my story, his-story and has my blood too
Only the strongest melaninated few surpass this ocean leaving a few behind
The only time they were freed from their shackles was when death took over
Deposing them over board
Never to see beyond that blinding hopeful horizon line
These decorative shackles I wear
These expensive whips I own- merely make up for what my ancestors never owned
If our ancestors could see us now
I wonder if they’d be proud
Perhaps they would frown and say
“You’re the modern day slaves now.”
From chains to chains you see how the cycle of black lives go
We’re the new era slaves this story is yet untold
These decorative shackles we flaunt and wear
Help to make the
European man billionaires.
These decorative shackles and chains make me feel free
It’s like I’m buying my form of freedom concealed as luxury.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
I did nothing
I said nothing
They were laughing
You were watching
The less I loved myself
The more I faced the taunts towards myself
My dejection,
Became your entertainment
My cries,
Made you to smile
I hate myself for liking you
I loathe myself more for telling you
My cards were slapped on my face
The fragile flowers I gave you, made you feel disgraced
Breaking the heart of a peasant is no big deal for you, even I know that
What did those flowers every did to you, I never understood that
I returned home, feeling detached from my own emotions
Didn't actually felt bad for my heart or the things you said and did
But felt bad for destroying those beauty
Everyone and everything in your life teaches you something..
This was my lesson to learn
From you
I don't know why I never loved myself,
Maybe because my eyes are too dark or my hair too short
Maybe my cheeks are too puffy
Maybe my skin is too dark
Maybe because I'm too loud and weird, for everyone around
Maybe I'm too boyish Or too frank,
Maybe it's my thinking that let it be later it'll be all right
Maybe it's my patience that makes me think that you'll change one day
But those flowers,
What was wrong with them?
They were simply beautiful,
Yes, I agree, some petals on the flowers were not equal to each other
Every petal was different from the other,
Some flowers were in perfect shape and some where beautiful in colour
Look closely,
Every petal is formed within the flowers with each other,
Each flowers are born from the very ground beneath us,
Their veins connected to each other
Some were different from eachother but all were the same
Maybe it's same with humans also,
Everyone is literally the same thing,
But a little difference made us completely different from eachother,
Why should I not love myself?
I can scream louder than anyone,
My slangs, stand out from everyone around
Anyone who knows me, realises I have arrived due to my nest like hair
Everyone I know is honest with me and honestly I like it that way
So why don't I love myself?
The more I found the positive things about myself, the more I started to love myself
You and your friends were trying to make fun of me,
For saying my heart's desire
I made fun of myself in front of you, and said, everyone does stupid things once in a while
Your friend said, you're a tomboy, you're way to boyish
You should wear skirt and keep your hair long
I said, I do know that and I like it that way
Skirts and long hair is not my thing, probably it'll suit you
You said that I've changed
I said, Really, how so?
The bell rung, I went to class,
Now when I actually think about it,
I never got an answer from you!
But frankly I don't care,
We all are flowers born from the ground beneath us,
We may look different, but we've got the same veins connecting us to each other
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Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
Does anyone else completely cover their arms in words if they have access to a pen? :P
Does anyone else stay up really late like the badass they are... to read novels in the dead of the night? :P
Does anyone else insist it isn't that cold outside and refuse to wear a thick jacket then find out it actually is freaking freezing out but refuse to admit it and think oh well, my pride will keep me warm! ...omfg im an icicle.
Does anyone else read a text from someone then have to google what one of their abbreviations or words or slangs mean instead of just asking them so they don't feel stupid?
Does anyone else laugh at RIDICULOUSLY stupid things, but can hardly breathe they are laughing so hard?
Does anyone else get that feeling where you just want to jump right out of bed? HA! yeah, me neither.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Man, it is better today to snooze quite a few people with a given mood! he can hardly do anything else: Hysterical minute-people and flirtatious Germans who want to flirt dictate the pace and the Order today! And the role model of the ancient hero of our time - although he could hardly have noticed himself - became a morally contagious prey, a waste material: His will and his belief in knocking down rocks were missing!
Bare, meaningless messages, slangs of words humiliated into grotesques discourage the unrealized ideas of those who have ever dreamed of the world! Nearly now, frustrated desires float in vacuum vacancies, bursting with a network of conspiracies of petty lies, and each cosmic evil revolves around its own brain planet - it does not wish to undress its pathetic half-shoulder and lightness!
It leaves everything on the brink of destruction and thrives on the shores of self-pity! "We don't want to be better to ourselves in the rush of tomorrow, to be nobler!" The battered soul and the burnt will take on a deep silence! Man's inhumanity has now collided: Re-establishment has now taken shape and determination again! You can't even benefit today - that's what others think, unfortunately -
neither the Heureka crumbs of honorable honor, nor the guardians of unbreakable conscientiousness: Yawning mountains, dreamy aggastians! Maybe at such an age the halo lights of the moral-humanism of the Universe can travel from the inner landscapes of the soul with heart energies and sympathetic flames?
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
I looked at you as a stranger
Even though I know your favorite color
Pink, because you thought it was cute
You talked differently to me
Even though I remember that smile
Especially when you laughed at my jokes
Your gestures moved stiffly
Even though I remember how it felt
Being embraced by them as we lay together
Your eyes seemed normal
Even though they used to light up
When I gave you your favorite sweets
Your hands are stilled
Even though we talked about marriage
Your ring size, which golden band you preferred
Your tone is quiet
When it was loud, passionate
As we talked about our future and dreams
We had some distance between us
Even though your warmth, your hair
Was laying on my chest before
You spoke quick, punctual
When I remember your slangs, accent
Speaking freely and comfortably around me
You were so reserved
Even though we told each other
"I love you"
There was tension
When it used to feel safe, opened
Calling each other "home"
We said goodbye
When we used to say
"Always and Forever"
Strangers once more
Like in the beginning
But ending just as that
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
I was becoming for the record I know I'm a liability what I administer is formation that was created from my days my minutes ...that cop that came to rescue us when everyone left gave me his shhhhh he said no one will believe you OK ..All pretty all beautiful soul dancing ....suppress your only a savage !!go look after your kids look at you disgusting... OK !!! that worker did an assessment on me ..unfit no good violent..but I can't tell you that I cry every night I don't even sleep in my own bed!! I make my kids sleep in one room just in case we have to jump out the window... but wait I'm violent I'm unfit I'm trying to protect myself from Mr. and Mrs. originally we were put on medication because were unbalanced and we need help psych ward is next for you you crazy Indian!!! I got to make it home tonight I sit in love for my family no one can take that from you !!it's mine !!educationally I sip this rage I sip this patience pour this quality into my baby girls I promise ...that Stagger makes you look vulnerable the cab driver pulls up loud music says our native slangs personally hand his number now he has us First Nation women on target !!!! where are you I just saw you we just spoke of our kids growing up together ...where are you I was trying to make a way I didn't have enough for this ..I'm sorry ..I'm lost I cry now ...you speak ..voice me tell my mama I love her my kids show them they're the greatest and to walk forward breathe me alive in your voice!!... they're going to call an apology accordingly as order is adopted their ways speak like them walk like them dress like them wash like them drink like smoke like them think like them wait I look different than them I feel different than them I try to fit in it just does not work OutKast original first nation take me home now ...I can't stay addicted the pain of civilization the hunger of the reservation the future of your instincts manifested in the waters deep enough to drown sorrows in your own backyard formers retaliating in healing formers regaining strength in value in self governing options on the white paper hidden eyes so black so lost in your formality ...tie your own shoes don't try to walk in ours you have no sole... mysteries of loss graves reappearing lines found by mistake take me by the hand I won't take your truth I reform myself in dignity of my First Nation !!!!mercy kindness truth!!!
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Red ribbon, white socks
donned school uniform
9'o clock signals escape from study
a quick run into the alleys
then a gust of bus smoke
takes her to school
and then a lonely heart in
acute melancholy eagerly
waits for the day to die.
A thousand broken poems, bites the dust
It was my first love Stefi August
When dusk descended in the towns
this lonely heart dissolved in the wicked crowd
A night awakened by movie songs
and recently mastered slangs flew in the air
Tired of this cheap escapism
this lonely heart wants to buy pain
to inspire his poetry
that time Stefi August
in lover's imagination
try to penetrate his heart.
A thousand broken poems, bites the dust
It was my first love Stefi August
Maths notebook was adorned with pictures
her name, her portrait, page after page
a thousand festivals and morning hymns passes
this heart frantically waits for that golden day
When the night was busy with the hustle of theater
this heart waited for that moment
when in the stillness of night
in open windows
for once, just once if she stands
Stefi was too innocent
she didn't understand
occupied in her own wonder.
A thousand broken poems, bites the dust
It was my first love Stefi August
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
Not even a moment seems true,
Everyday the tantrums we've been through,
The slangs and slogans people have sprayed on,
It breaks my heart to see you gone,
I know there is no return of you in my life,
But hoping you succeed and thrive,
To become somebody from a nobody,
So one day you will be honored by everybody,
It's ok, I will deal with the shyts people spit around,
Don't worry as you will change with the new surround,
But you forgot to understand the fact of your loss,
Leaving me rusted in this place to flip and toss,
No last hugs, no goodbyes,
Seems like I lived with moments of fine lies,
I remember you said about living life together,
But today I sit back with memories and gather,
The moments that seemed true,
Now, without you...
©sim
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC