"slippin" poems
Has something happened,
Have I gone crazy?
When I like chaos,
But living lazy.
I wake up early,
And life's a movie.
There's people dancing,
And monsters burning.
I look at clouds,
And they tell me a story.
Life is fleeting, and life is boring.
I think they caught my depression.
So when I wake up at the edge of my bed.
And everything that's wrong starts fallin' outta my head.
I'll say I'm sorry,
I'm in a bad mood.
So I found beauty,
In all I hated.
In this scene of ***** ups
and desperation.
Maybe one day
I'll find my way.
With walks to new towns
And mental break downs.
I hate to tell ya kid,
You'll never be okay.
They won't listen
They'll hate you anyway.
So lose yourself in the chaos.
So when you wake up at the edge of your bed,
And everyone you love is slippin' through your hands.
You'll say I'm sorry,
I'm in a bad mood.
*Well something happened,
and I went crazy.*
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
China charges 1 million annually
For each panda in our zoos
If we won't pay in full
Then the pandas we will lose
Nasty Panda's the exception
No one wants him here or there
He was paid 1 million dollars
To abscond and disappear!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
I smelled him 'fore I seen 'em
That black and white pariah
Slippin' slidin' in my kitchen
On smooshy mushy pulp papaya
I yelled for him to stop
And I told him where to go
Wink and laugh was all he did
With a Homer Simpson "D'oh!"
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
He hasn't bathed in ages
Masked by quarts of cheap cologne
His furry skin sweat-sticky
From the surface to the bone
Smelly cigar and ***** breath
Plus an air of upper-crust
Please keep your kids away
Cuz that nasty bear can cuss!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
If you meet up with Nasty Panda
Better turn around and run
You're bound to lose your money
And your wits before he's done
Don't shed tears for Nasty Panda
Cuz he likes the way things are
Don't forget to hide your keys
Else he'll drive off in your car!
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's much more than you can bear
He's such a nasty panda
~He leaves cooties everywhere
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He do anything he please
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He eats shoots and leaves
Here comes the Nasty Panda
~He's a scoundrel and a ***
He's such a nasty panda
~He's as nasty as they come
Beware of Nasty Panda
~He's gonna raise a stink
Stay clear of Nasty Panda
~He's much nastier than you think
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Haven't slept
****** mess
Up all night
To DMX
Gettin vex
Stress
Unnecessary
In excess
Need you tonight
I fess up!
Fed up
Made it up
The half pipe
Inhaled the High
For my time
And the sight
Now I'm blind
In decline
Spose to fly
But
Yo I'm slippin, I'm fallin...
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I need you, I want you, I love you
Now & forever
Can't live without you
Never wanna be alone again
Havin' you, as mine, to love
Is like a precious gift
You're all I think of
Day & night
I wanna be yours
Today, tomorrow, forever
But at times, it feels as if
You're slowly slippin' away
You're not helpin' to avoid it
Everytime it breaks my heart
And yet, you say, there's nothin'
I can do about it
Often I'm in dreamland
and I can see our life together
I wanna grow old with you
Can't bear the thought of
Not bein' with you
Baby, I need you... (Need you)
Baby, I want you... (Want you)
Baby, I love you... (Love you)
But at times, it feels as if
You're slowly slippin' away
You're not helpin' to avoid it
Everytime it breaks my heart
And yet, you say, there's nothin'
I can do about it
You've made me feel whole
Once again
We have such a strong connection;
You & I
I believe two people can
'Fall in love, at first sight'
Because that's what I've done with you
my heart was empty
'Til I met you
I had been missin'
The other half of me
And now... I feel complete
But at times, it feels as if
You're slowly slippin' away
You're not helpin' to avoid it
Everytime it breaks my heart
And yet, you say, there's nothin'
(Nothin', nothin')
I can do about it
So Baby, I'm gonna need you
(Need you)
Baby, I'm gonna want you
(Want you)
Baby, I'm gonna love you
(Love you)
Now & forever, now & forever
Now & forever, now & forever
(Now & forever)
2010
Copyright; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
make a move
that’s what we
the busy bodies
are tryin to do
quick come ups
hittin licks
catchin people slippin
not workin
to build wealth
instead we flash
little riches that bring
those groupie *******
floatin through life
livin off your riches
givin that hot applause
leavin u wincin while u ******
cause u quick to pop off
in all these breezys
wit no latex
**** the safe ***
you like it raw when u beat
so does Millie the freak
babe had her eye on you
from down the street
knew you were gonna cheat
got u sippin on some potion
gettin them emotions
down below in motion
if you slowed down
you would have noticed
her track record
4 for 6 wit 5 kids
left the other 2 clappin
now they ***** need bibs
like that 6th baby
you just slid in this lady
yeah u pulled out
but the precum
got her period lazy
its not comin back
till after yo son's arrival
congrats gangsta
you a daddy now
10 yrs later
U Still aint slowed down
you lived fast enough
for two lifetimes
hood ****** get jealous
they say its your time
they don’t slump you
they want the next in line
cause u stole his timeline
puttin a tragic end
to another brothas bloodline
from them greenbacks
that brought green eyes
that lead to hot heads
who shoot that hot lead
to slow you down
so they can get ahead
slow down young men
the fast life soon will end
with black suits and tears
a eulogy from your peers
no child should die like
a pawn in a chess game
played in the streets
by the blood and crip gangs
dealers who sell dope
and shoot guns
cause they too scared to bang
my advise is
wise up and do right
or fall victim to this life
and crash in the fast lane
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 4:19 AM UTC
Sitting up at the break of dawn
Memoirs of the suicidal,
I geuss my father is by biggest idol
I wanna be like him -gone...
Call me strange
Like i walk around with a tec nine
Because i'm gonna take what's mine
And no i'm never going to change
So keep talking ****
See how that works out
I'll take you far away where they can't hear you shout,
And upside your head's where you're gonna get split
Still stompin'
Still taking ****
Still getting hit
Still not slippin'
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Kind of like counting the stars in the sky
Its ridiculous to count the moments spent
To count the days gone by
Because to be honest its all been mushed together
Like pieces of the events slowly woven in
And to be honest,
I wouldn’t have spent it any better
Than to be with you
But let me take ti slowly
Back-track
Because when we first met,
I couldn’t have imagined it like this
Now
Let me be perfectly honest when I say
That I did not expect things to turn out this way
Because here I am lil miss haven’t been with anyone since god knows when
And here you are mistry white clouds with golden sun rays shining through
Mister deep sea blue eyes so easy to take a dip in
Mister piece of art museums everywhere are missin’
Walking imperfectly along black pavements and gray roads
You see it was an impossibility for me to be with you
What with how darkness easily encompasses me
What with how words are easily slippin out of your lips
What with how words are easily ****** into my minds dark abyss
And to be honest trying to capture the words into moments spent have been nothing but troublesome due to how much is entangled by thoughts like
"wow I can’t believe this is happening"
So just like counting the number of lights that paint the sky
Its kinda ridiculous coming up with 21 good reasons why today is pretty amazin’
Because there aren’t any letters that can string along together
To describe the amount of possible reasons why I find today quite so special
Because
To be frank its been 35 days, 840 hours, 50400 minutes with seconds still counting
Because to be practically accurate its been 141 days, 3384 hours. and 203040 minutes with seconds continuously running
And no matter the moments passing
It still feels as though our infinities are intertwining
Decreasing the time that continues spinnin’
I can’t give you any good reasons just as the universe can’t place any more lights up there
But for a perfect one
I guess I can compose
That without you here
There wouldn’t be a rope for me to hold
Now I’m not saying that without you here
I can’t find a way to make my own happiness appear
I’m not saying you’re this bright light that shines through the grey crowds
Allowing me this way to surface from the deepest of seas
I’m saying that because you’ve been living in my mind rent free since day one
All of which that kept me drowning and entangled by chains that are not my own
Has loosened up and given me this ability to be free
And a better place to be
Because the perfectly composed reason why this is becoming an amazing year
Is because you are here, my dear
Now I hope all of your wishes come true
Cause all I’m asking from you
Is for more days to spend together
Completing the impossibly ridiculous task fo counting the stars in the sky
With just you
And I
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
I ain't afraid to tell the world,
That you make me,
What I hate most.
That the jellybean drops,
Slippin' from your lips,
Spread like,
Dollops -
Sweet butter,
On toast.
Can't hide my sticky fingers -
Drippin' your,
Candy residue.
Though, I plan to make,
The best of it,
Before the moon is new.
My sternest strategies,
'neath the night's eyes,
Light my ***** little schemin',
My plot to watch,
Your every step,
Before the moment,
That I steal you.
--
I've been eatin' jellies,
Since I was little -
Today, I've tasted so many,
But, the ones that slip,
(And, sometimes, skip)
From that head,
Drive my thoughts,
Out, much,
Too selfishly.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 1:22 PM UTC
How?
Quit asking & proceed to control drama control down size those voicecovers slippin
i'm holding destiny hands me a shift type
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
So look at, look at how she lays
her eyes so soft, her quiet ways
and how I wish, she was mine
but we've run out of time
Ohsongya, you've given up on dreams
and fell in love with rocks
but don't give up on me
Ohsongya, I've waited for so long
now I can't believe your slippin away
my love for you is so, Ohsongya
how can I make it right
when nothing will ever do
until you tell me that your mine
my dreams just won't come true
and I have a dozen dreams
only want you here by me
don't leave
©1996 Lyn
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
I love John, she said, euphemising me to play dead,
I said sure but inside my head I started picturing him in my bed.
Outside the filthiest room I sneakattacked and started to consume,
our lips began to fume and his smile erased the gloom.
Skipped the bread for some red wine, at least it wasnt moonshine,
couldnt walk any further on the line since it felt too ******* fine.
I knew it would be trouble as soon as I got stung by his stubble,
so we formed a brown and grey bubble, made the population double.
I find myself hiding, from all the decorous chiding,
we're foolishly sliding, in our bubble of bliss we're confiding.
Slippin by the sleeping moose, watch the penguins as they snooze,
No need to even zip the ***** since he's the drug I choose to use.
Inhale the scent of his collarbone, entering my safety zone,
watch him while he's getting ****** the smell of weed's like his cologne.
Catching the sunrise, never knew that it could comprise such a beauty of that size,
but seein' it through his reddish eyes, makes me wanna demise the kingdom down between my thighs,
just give it away to this guy so I can keep on getting surprised by the Castlewood morning skies.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC
I’ve been swaying in the wind
On this lonely swing
Like I’ll never reach the shore again
Like I’ll never reach, anything
My hand’s been slippin off this knot
And it burns so much
And I’ve been givin all I’ve got
But it’s not enough
Chorus:
I’m jumping in
I’m letting go
I don’t want to hang here no more
I lost my grip
And I’m falling fast
Just promise me that this will last
I can feel myself sliding down
Towards You My Dear
And I’ll tell You know, I don’t know why
I’m still hanging here
Chorus:
I’m jumping in
I’m letting go
I don’t want to hang here no more
I lost my grip
And I’m falling fast
Just promise me that this will last
I promise Babe, to immerse myself
In Your Love
And I’ll turn to You when I need help
You’re enough
Chorus:
I’m jumping in
I’m letting go
I don’t want to hang here no more
I lost my grip
And I’m falling fast
Just promise me that this will last
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
I'm every rho you know in alphabet rhyme football
every proof patterned in logic that you'd measured utmost to every new fall
at every fit you'd know you're the number one of profit of rage
having perfection to perfect what i am like being the true prophet of rage,
I'll get at you birth heavy like genius, having you walking with peg legs, as calculation wind blown like every pin known true like it's been age
mixing with my mics you'd think i was truly bald
when actuality you're singing with the control of my voice as time newly halts
not knowing hindsight, i'm now informing my women what the u in **** as the mimicking fault
slippin ************ thats why you're face lacks
bo legged at everytime you'd think i didn't know as you get your face jackED
murderin while a professional wrestler i had you employed and now before you, you embrace jack
**** with my bald *** of growth, it's just that fact of being me when at that has your race blacked
women know and men of woe is sorrow receiver catching your space MACKED
who'd ever say that ******* with you all like you could ever get me arrested
another attempt will give me back the sleep you jacked in me when i'm a natural depressant
i'll expose that my wife made you and now you're without legs
tryin to sing with a guitar like you're singing without pegs
'difference is strength when i return as mediocre
i'll tell you know that i jacked you up so you know that life's the owner.
i'll bring you back to when i was born, that would be the age of the brown at '82, jacked them all like if i was in the back of the discovered future exists parallel like you ever knew like how I proved anew,
like my wack smile i gave you to have you know i owned yours as duck rapper interoggation like your *** that proof of scent you're drag like having your *** to think now that you're cooking food.
you're cooking while every chief is now overlooking the passiveness, like how every german hybrid british will have to have you as i move near
feel rhyme as i have you feel time, woe wish now what you couldn't now know that my women own time to have every man to know that both sides know fear
every discovery is everything that i hold dear
**** what you all are cuz what might is that sight as all in are known peers
majority of chaos inferiority as the majority known how which is what you not've known like how they hold on is what i hold all to known dear
actual is obvious to have you all at blank stag actual wrestler like you ever even owned deer.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Check my frequency static stations easily
See haters after me cuz I invoke catastrophe
To all of my adversaries backed by hells army
Y'all can't harm me turning ****** into barbie
Dolls catch ya slippin' in the bathroom stalls guess death answered yo
Call still holding my ***** middle finger to the laws
Raw as **** uncut lyrics made to gut
MC jaggernaut and what not? Strategized with plots
You can tell I'm from Houston cuz I rap alot
Smoke a few glocks that'll make bodies rock
Hearse flow see how many I can make go
Six feet below my beef is eternal inferno
Feel the temperature rise in my
eyes
Ruthless forever as an outlaw so I'm destined to rise
Double my size fools need to
realise
My raps untouchable say y'all killers but NOOO?
Fuckin' with me you'll be sleepin' with blood on the floor
I'm ******** like nineteen ninety six deep in the mix
Watch for the snakes in the pit they nothin' but culprits
Mad at me cuz my money ain't spent ahhh ****
Another hit made by the ***** King Tut cut
Off my loyalties cuz they undercover enemies
Hidden tactics improvise my
Machivelli
Skills gettin' them kills ending weak
wills
Now I just signed your bills and still
We the rawest
regardless **** any other hating *** artist
We polish 'em
By a landslide makin' casket hides it's suicide
Tryna step to the Southside mafiaso
So
back back before you get ya wig pushed back
My raps more addictive than street crack
Giving the fiends an ear dose til they overdose
From playin' to close to the devil's playground
Though his son in law keep the lyrics raw
This is the styles of an immortal Texas outlaw
Letting off my lyrical shells makin'
hell
**** being carried by six I'd rather go be judged
by a panel of twelve well???
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
It's too hot to sleep, or, rather, the apricot garden
looming in the darkness of the kitchen,
and my thoughts conspire,
to keep at least the back of my sieve-shutter headwork
alive and stealing electrons, from the still air;
that maze that fails to circulate,
regardless of how wide the window has been torn apart.
She leaves seashell footprints down my spine,
the sea shore of my wanting more to this life than idle standby,
the will to stand up and not feel the blood drain
to my smaller toes,
and I am losing consciousness to the sound of agapanther print curtains
only to find it, in full gain or minor refrain,
pulling hemispheric or lobelike conditions
up and out
and out
and out for
hours on end.
So, god save me or forsake me, for I
fall far too easily, into grey-backlit memory,
tasting some sickly scent of smoke and secondhand perfume through my hair until morning,
when I will get up,
wash that old life of wants or hope away,
move promptly and, without warning,
start fresh with another disaster-
Like the day before last.
Like each day, scattered through our respective futures or pasts.
Like the life I once wanted,
and have now come to hide from.
Those bits that just keep slippin' away.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
The world’s smallest basket lies tucked away
Inside a jar for field-trip wide open
Eyes of wonder to chew on, settled in
The drooling smiles of truant minds like most
Sticky wads of gum that hang dried to the
Undersides of every desk throughout the
Pine Belt area of Free State County,
And all that surrounds circled about one
Solitary clandestine blade of grass
Tucked & woven into antiquity
By enchanted hands, & no doubt the work
Of Ma Universe slippin’ her divine
Fingers inside the dirt-caked skin she’d
Herself sewn onto one of her very
Own living/breathing marionettes,
Borrowing the gloves of ancestors called on
All the way to back to the first blade of grass
Plucked, & the first dreams that woke young shaman
Poets mad with visions streaming like
Images from celestial antennas
Into intricately knit blades of grass,
Sharpened on dewdrops & the unforgiving
Wilderness of frontiers, like a sea of
Green knives crashing their piercing waves on prairie
Shores while dull eyes attempt to draw blood with
Sharpened pencils on a sketch of its beach.
The towering sandcastles & woven
Baskets & cosmic canons are canonized
Eternal in that magnificent
Fireworks show behind tempered glass, in that
One simple blade of grass.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
for Ralph Ellison
slippin
me ed
into the
wholesome
nothingness
of the
breach....
invisible
revelations
of
patient
affirmations
revealed
(nothing
remains
settled)
somewhere between
Exile on Main Street
Rolling Stones
Rip This Joint
&
Erik Satie
Gnossienne
Suffern
11/8/13
jbm
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
I turned to my *****
as I lit my cigarette.
Hella stressed
I said
"Ain't life a *****
We trapped
between the rich and the poor
trying to make it to one
and stay away from the other.
Our people step on each other
to get above one another.
Instead of extending a hand
to help a brother.
Do you know
what they did?
I know
what they did?!
They brainwashed us
to **** each other.
If we aren't killing each other
they plotting
to lock us up with each other
to do a long bid.
The cops, the judges
and the politicians are kin.
They don't want to
give us a chance to win.
They got us separated by
religion, race, and ****** orientation.
To worsen the complication
they got the police waiting
to **** a black male with no contemplation.
Because they say
we are likely
to start a confrontation.
There's no peace.
When I look around
all I see is hatred.
Jesus, Ghandi, and MLK
told us to turn the other cheek.
Will we ever face it?
Forces reaching our soul
through the airwaves and spaces.
All I see is satan.
All I see is masons.
All I see is the land of the broken,
,lost and forsaken.
We ball up our fist.
Trying to make it through the day
without getting too ******
Wishin that we could just quit.
**** man,
Ain't life a *****
No disrespect to women.
This is how I'm feelin.
If she call herself one
then she shouldn't be offended.
If she do then
she see how we ain't winning.
That's why every night
she's up in the strip club sinning.
To catch a ***** slippin
To catch a ***** trippin
To catch a ***** trickin
off his last.
She will give him some ***
Because she need that cash.
**** a paycheck.
She knows this money comes fast.
If he's trippin hard enough
She will run his pockets rough.
Until his soul is gone
And the repo man
is taking his truck.
With every ****** interaction
She loses a piece of herself
in the temporary satisfaction.
Like her soul is being extracted
and if she meets her soulmate
he wouldn't be as attracted
to her soul
because it's all in fragments
Her mind has grown stagnant.
******* it.
Ain't life a *****
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
What, you think this earth belongs to you?
Dont act like your **** dont stink. Pee-eww.
We sabotaged and stole this land...
Poorly planned.
Tried hard to **** off all the native peeps.
Became the kind of company that misery keeps.
**** of the earth.
We dont need a world-wide police.
Need this new-world-order like we need a new disease.
Watch out, keep eyes peeled.
Catch you slippin, might take away the rest of the freedoms you feel.
Trade MY Rights for YOUR lies?
C'mon, get real, no deal.
Masonic traditions so ritualistic.
Right in front of our eyes!
Rediculous.
So sadistic.
No such thing as ugly beauty inside.
No morality.
No empathy.
No unity for human kind.
All pride.
All pompous politicians peddling for bribes.
Question everything.
Humans lie and decieve and try to change your beliefs...
For selfish reasons that you may or may not see or believe...
Dec 7, 2009
Dec 7, 2009 at 2:12 PM UTC
Slippin'
Slidin'
Hold out your hand for me to grasp
But I won't take it
I want to but I can't
find anything wrong with
drowning in this
winter wonderland
freezing to death
is beautiful
keeping you a snowflake.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Hello wats your name?!?”
It all started with a greeting
She was fine so when she answered it felt like an acheivement.
She seemed so innocent he didn’t kno she was so strategic
That same innocence in her face made him believe it.
Time passed and they got cooler. Not later but sooner she started to manuever
She was an assassin
Her weapon was passion
She used it so flawless
Somethin she caught him off gaurd with
She was a professional bent on teachin him a lesson bro
And he was susceptible to all of the pressure though
See at first he was strong wit it, he couldn’t go wrong wit it.
She knew he was gonna diminish when he realize he was targeted.
He was blunt. Said he dont trust girls cuz he cant throw them that far
But a couple sweet nothings made him lower his guard.
Defenses down he began to believe the things she had to say
He stopped his wrongdoings and crazy acolades
He done heard alot of lies too
Cant tell if her words are true or not
She tell him she been thru alot but **** he been thru alot
It was all to perfect, thought to himself is it worth it, cuz life is worthless if you not working towards perfect.
He thought he was the predator but he was her pray
So he settled in but she wanted it that way
She caught that boy slippin and he fiinally learned his lesson
Left the **** in him dead a pool full of love.the ****** weapon affection.
See fellas if you let a girl **** that **** in you
That ***** you feel is invincible
Just know that same girl you called a ***** or a *** had it planned it was all premeditated ******
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC
A illness flowin’ like a breeze
Slippin’ in with ease
The African-American Disease
Where the thought of a white man in a
blue uniform makes every black child
weak at the knees
I mean there ain’t no cure
Every 28 hours another black man
dropping to the floor
And I’m not sure how much more we can endure
Cause we ain’t protected
We rejected
Neglected
Disrespected
Not accepted but expected
To sit quiet
So they seem surprised
When we violently riot
But yea it’s nothing new
400 year old news
Nothing’s changed
History’s only rearranged
I would ask you how you would feel
if you were me
But you wouldn't truly know unless our
skin tones were exchanged
A black mother with tears in her eyes
Hearing that her unarmed child
was shot five times
Two times for Martin
Three times for Malcolm
We fought with peace
We fought with violence
But got the same outcome
A black father holds back his tears
Hearing that the murderer was
Sentenced 0 years
With a tap on the wrist
And the chargers cleared
A black child’s fear
That their lives could disappear
At the hands of a man
With a gun and bulletproof gear
A messed up system
Diagnosing symptoms
I’m weak at the knees
The African-American Disease
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
My mama’s shoes,
Fit my feet too snug, now,
For me to look cute, still, slippin’ them on.
I’ve no need of her lipstick, nor her raspberry rouge,
To make my face look, more, like hers does.
I’m a big, daddy’s girl, who has known the world,
But, not quite enough to really fit in.
--
I still heart,
Sunshine and rosies,
And, playin’ with mah toesies -
Eatin’ froot loops and pokin’ at roly poly’s,
Makin’ colourful cupcakes, covered in sweet gummies,
To eat inside forts filled with last winter’s lights,
Too,
Eatin’ Caramel Delights, sneakily,
Stolen, in spite - of the weight,
I was fightin’ so easily.
--
Perhaps,
When the adults are all done - playin’ house, for fun,
I’ll bring my cookies from the fort, to the table.
We’ll have coffee and speak of the stats,
For the week and laugh about,
Hart's becoming unstable.
And, I shall wear loafers,
That pinch at my,
Toesies that fidget,
Crazily,
Beneath my seat.
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
its the rip comin' up
with much reps i keeps my eyes on the prize
g'yeah i improvised on a uprise
cuttin' all the dead weight competition
my ammunition keep suckas in suspension
or lock down when i come around i clown
with the homies and the homettes
got the wet wet to get my brain set
for a drive-by suckas slippin' 40 sippin' 4 dippin' hittin'
multiple switches laughin' at these
punk sons of ******* unload my clips
throw there bodies in the ditches
cut off they ***** n leave it in they mouth
so they know the south
aint no joke loc cuz we smoke
suckas til they wesley snipes color brothers
like me bound for the penitentiary
its a gang were all the low-lifes hang
but things don't ever change
im trapped inside a maze with much blunder
i could've have been successful maybe
if the hood didn't take me under!!!
so many after me cuz we enticed to the same
epitome rap is mind my mind is rap
can't shake the flaks
see my homie in the caddy rollin' with tha **** daddy
gangsta mack kickin' drag to all the hoes with big *****
skipped hardknock classes
went straight to hoods college gainin' knowledge
graduated with honors
from the big timers tellin' me how to make a move
and don't get caught up in the groove
u gots to play it smooth
and be vigilant on ya closest friends
cuz they'll pretend to be ya homies but after ya dividends
thinkin' this bank roll they gone spend? but i lends
my lue to no one only a gun
up in ya grill piece thats the only peace
i see you laying and becomin' one with death
heartbeats slow no hards breath
when i commence to ****** know ya never heard of
me cuz i strike unexpectedly im makin' money
by the ton thats on the one son
ull catch me rollin' in a pimped out 97 honda
maybe id be better off dead if the hood
wouldn't take me under!!!
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Relay the message
There's something I'm detecting
I promise to respect it
But if he's being neglectful
Let me become careful
Caresome
Deceitless
Excuse my grammar
Im speechless
Broad day
Thinking
Dreaming
Wishing
That he's slippin
Falling right off the edge into the ocean
Leaving your heart open
Right? Open ?
When he become irresponsible and lock his keys behind the closed door; tell me that he's the only one who can't access room in your heart!!!
Ocean no!
I hope that you don't dive in behind him and allow yourself to sway from captain to captain
I hate to be captious
But
Mermaids aren't meant to be captured by a man who's heart is fractured
My net is full of caress
So while the both of you is near the cliff; I'm somewhere onshore
Ready to reel you in with so much lure
Tell him
Tell him now
That when he clown
Which results into your frowns
Let him know that I'm in town
Right around the corner
Right up the street
No where far
On the same boulevard
But if you're smart
This is where you'll start
Where you'll Start To finish
Just end it !!
I know I don't have your heart, but I'm still in it
You know how I know?
Because of his senses
His senses, make him ask you; who is it?
Who's the guy?
"How is it that I make you feel low
And somehow your still high"
His blemish
My good intentions
His senses
See how tense he is
Makes my wish list
So I'm whispering
"Do it, do it, do it"
And you are listening
But your lips isn't twitching
You kno he'll lose it
Your eyes are glistening
His eyes is blistering
I wish I was present for witnessing
Strange because I'm smiling for your cries
Waiting for you to tell him goodbye
So I can actualize on his lies.
Capitalize on his disguise
Tell him
Tell him that it's me, who he thought that he was when he was not being truthful
His creativity and imagination
Is ambiguous and hellacious
Let him know that he have your heart, but it belong to someone else
Also make it clear that he antagonized on someone else's prize
And while your eyes are teary; you laugh and tell him that someone else has come to title him as your last
At this point He knew this wasn't gonna last, but he must ask
And ask
Again and again
Who is he?
Then you tell him ...
Tell him that he met me before and I looked him dead in the eyes like a man but didn't shake his hand.
...
Tell him that I basically told him
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC