"snooped" poems
A deadbeat father
Is not just the one that up and leaves
Its the one that allows his woman to have an abortion
And never takes a moment to grieve
Its the one that
Comes around once a year claiming he cant afford child support
It doesnt cost a dime to 'support your child'
Its priceless to make them smile
You'd know that if you stuck around for a little while
Its the one that stays in their children's life
Yet allows their seeds
To watch him strike his wife 'til she bleeds
Its the one that
Punches his daughter in the face
Then expects a gift and a smile
On father's day
Its the one that
Forms a search party when he realizes his child has gone missing
But he's been slowly killing her on the 'inside' so
Do you really think he cares if her 'outside' is breathing
Its the one that
Kicked out his 15 year old daughter for coming home 2 minutes too late
Now her period is afew days late
So changed are her life and her babies fate
Its the one that
Snooped through all the rooms in the house and found a gun
Then instead of asking
Made assumptions and punched his son
So violence plus violence equals silence
For the next few years
Til Mr. Father hears the doorbell and brought to life are his greatest fears
Each detail that started years ago in darkness is brought to light
On how his son was brutally murdered in an 'unnecessary fight'
See the definition of father is
A man that 'raises' a child
Not one that brings them 'down'
Im speaking real truth here
Its time you started acting more like fathers and less like clowns
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
The door throbs with sweat
In the morning-tide
"Whom can come at this time?"
A friend, I bet.
I stalk the sound until I reach the ****
I open it to see the face of a cop.
Some questions spewed out of the mans mouth,
about if I have seen this other man printed on some page.
Then showed me of this woman,
which coincidentally is the one I've been raised.
They stepped in with no approbation
Suddenly, the atmosphere grew with scads of tension.
They access themselves into my home.
And snooped about the room, with noses to the ceiling.
I got this panicky feeling.
Again with the interrogation.
The only thing that fled through my mind was irritation.
Words came at me and caused an explosion.
Never have I felt more broken...
I constructed this stockade
to stable myself from memory lane.
And to have it easily be destroyed,
made me realize of all that I've been trying to avoid.
The men left, leaving me with bricks to recollect.
It was not a friend, that I have bet...
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Stab me again and again, darling,
Puncture me yet again.
The piercing bellows that my body give out -
Are only whimpers for more?
The blood that drips from the wounds is satisfying to savour.
Your psychotic acts are my vicious, outrageous, indescribable infatuation.
Stab me again and again, darling,
Puncture me once again.
Knees meet concrete with a condescending crash.
Poor thing, so deceived to this excruciating game you’re playing.
This was not ever the game I had anticipated to participate in.
Can I abandon you now?
Will you let me?
Stab me again and again, darling,
Puncture me yet again.
Persevering thing,
I worship this,
This mockery,
This exchange.
You were the only one that heeded,
So I snooped too.
Except your tidings injure-
More than mine do.
Stab me again and again, darling,
Puncture me once again.
Keep your ****** symphonies,
I don't care about the prose.
Give me the blade I'll do it for you darling.
Isn't that what you want?
To slaughter me?
With every lyric, and every metaphor.
This kind of adoration damaged way more than the death I went through afore,
Fragmented by crystal,
And I still slice too deep and it’s only my fault darling,
You did nothing wrong.
God, you didn’t nought wrong.
Stab me again and again, darling,
Puncture me yet again.
Let’s rest now, hand me the dagger,
Let’s be thoughtful about things,
Take me out of the way,
Gut me,
Dissect me,
Mutilate me,
Let me bleed,
Let me drown,
****** me,
Empty me out,
Look at me for who I am.
Stab me again and again, darling,
Puncture me yet again,
Help me commit.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
Again and again,
I tried again.
Again and again,
Tears fell once again.
Again and again,
I snooped on a whim.
Again and again, round and round,
Love is my weakness, this I have surely found.
They tell me theres too many lined up for me,
Im intimidating, Im going to leave, Im going to cheat, you say you are exhausted and going to deplete.
Again and again,
Just stay my friend then!
If you will not be here until the very end.
Again and again,
You see me as an again, nothing special just the same as them.
Again and again,
I yearn for passion, I yearn for the same love in return.
Again and again,
How many more will ask me to fight the fight I won't ever win?
Again and again,
I will never stop loving,
surely in the end I will find the one who doesn't just give in.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Finding something to write about that's not you is quite hard these days. It's really odd, I know you don't love me anymore and I don't love you anymore (maybe) but you're still all I think about. I guess because you were such a big part of my life for five months. Then you moved on in a week and it's total naivety of the situation hit me. How could you possibly have loved me? You moved on in a week, I'm just an idiot. I wish I could talk to you about it, but you don't really care enough to give me answers, and that's okay. I can make assumptions as long as your fine with it. I snooped through your phone and read you and one girl's messages. They were a little more than friendly I'd say, but hey, it was your prerogative. Then there was the other girl, and I should have realized so much sooner you were falling for her, but there comes the naive thing again. We both knew, though, that we weren't going to last. You were falling out of love, and I could feel it. Love is like a game of tug of war and as soon as one side lets go, the one that's still holding on falls flat on their *** I mean truth be told, I was going to break up with you a month prior, but I didn't because I thought maybe we could fix things. Things were too far gone at that point though to really even be considered savable. I lost trust in you, you lost love for me. I wish for once you'd be honest with me though. Manned up and admitted you were falling for her while we were together. I wish that maybe we could be friends, but we definitely can't be right now because you're not open enough to be real with me. You're intimidated by my bluntness and mistake it for attachment. I'm moving on. Hell yeah it's hard. I mean, I loved you so much, but I can't change the fact that you don't love me. I'm not just going to hold onto something if there's no point. Anyways, it's probably better if we're not together. It's been almost two weeks and I feel better than I had in my relationship with you. You made me feel so insecure and ugly that I hated myself until you were near me. I didn't love myself because I need you to validate that I meant something more than flesh and bone. But you left and I grew. I'm learning to love myself more and more everyday. I don't let anyone step on me anymore ,and I don't let people disrespect me. Life's been really good, and I'm learning to live without you. I never thought I would.
Cest la vie
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Ticking clocks and photographs
have many tales to tell
distorted smiles and passing time
show that I loved you well.
The dreams we shared
lay broken now
aflame upon the pyre
I snooped about
and found you out
you ***** ******* liar.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
i was an ***** player for a talk show in the southside
one night while tanking up preshow at a poolhall down the block
i snooped a conversation about a stripper birthday party
currently in progress at mcardles pub
mcardles being a bar on an alley in the southside
i made haste for the stripper party
though i didn’t know which alley to head for
alas, mcardles pub stayed aloof
i was toasted and the southside got bigger
with talkshow time only an hour away
then 45 minutes, then half an hour
and i couldn’t find mcardles
many alleys, all blind, no mcardles
no strippers, no off-duty pulchritude
finally, in despair, i surrendered
went to the lava lounge, plugged in my *****
painted my face and put on an indian headdress
i sang "piece of my heart"
sharing my misery with the audience
(yes we had an audience, a good one)
when i was done our mc alexie said
"he looks like one of the village people
but he sang the **** out of that song
let’s hear it for unfinished symphonies"
yeah let’s hear it for me
taking pieces of my ***** heart
and throwing them at the happy drunken
coked-up ladies at mcardles invisible pub
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
The real life
The long days
He worked so hard
And never played.
And I would be the whining wife
Accusing him that he stole my life
Appeared in some insolvable fits
He'd walk in and try to fix it
My spirit seemed to never lift.
Held me tight
I pulled away
He tried to bring me back to the present day
Why I wallowed away
In the past.
Forever it would last
I paced the floor to kick it back
While he was trying his damnedest to make me laugh.
Listen to this song
Make some art
What's wrong sweety?
Please don't fall apart.
The comfort that he tried to impart
Was useless as I broke his heart.
He thought that we should leave the country
Pull me out of my past and flee
Little did he see
My past life came with me.
Japanese ground
Different tongue
I tried to keep from acting young.
Held my sound in for too long
Until I was deaf and much too forlorn.
I would watch myself get intense
Like an outer body experience
He prodded himself, at my expense,
To love me without consequence.
If he didn't, it meant he lied
And I could see it again in his eyes
I prepared him for a rocky life
But he was shocked when my prophecy came by.
I tried so hard to apologize
Going up and down and side to side
Inside the confines of my brittle mind.
Open the windows
Let the sun in
Let's go for a walk
Get out of bed.
Maybe a job would to the trick
And it did...for a little bit.
Making light of moody fits
I allowed him to stray a bit.
Naked ladies on the screen
I didn't look like the girl of his dreams
I snooped a bit, I wish I never did
The words said to someone else that I had to quickly forgive.
No worse than that things I've ever done
I'm not one to sit and judge
Let the silence in me run
Far away
Cook a meal
He'd never come
By a skirt
He never saw
Get together
With some of his other sailors
And let them make some fun
Of me.
The crazy one he came to keep
In his home and in his sheets.
It was how it was to be
I felt comfort in negativity
Letting all the creepy crawlies
Make my thoughts forgo the follies
I can hardly victimize
Myself and my despise
I created a life with my own hands
I became a *****
And he a stronger man
For putting up with it.
Never thought that I would miss
The quiet kid in part one
Long before number six.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Claudia woke up early
While her punk lover was still
Asleep
She snooped around his appartment
And saw something other than
Pictures of rockstars
She saw pictures of Himalayan
Monasteries and scenes with beautiful
Coloured flags
And a shrine to a picture
Of some old
Creepy man in robes and glasses
With no hair.
That explains the wierd books
She thought but was creeped out.
What did she get herself into
And she was going to marry
This guy.
She wanted some answers
Claudia couldn’t wait
She gently rubbed him on the back
Morning love.
When he stirred
She asked him about the creepy shrine
Boris said that he had a plast life
And that she wouldn’t understand
“Try me,” she barked.
He said that he was the 6th Dalai Lama
In one life
And a normal monk in another
He said that he and Claudia
We’re meant for each other
Because their souls met
In his past lives.
Thinking creepy
Claudia
Left for the day
Thinking
If this creep comes to watch me teach
Or whatever great
If he doesn’t show up
Fantastic, it was good while it lasted.
She hung out with her
Friends
She hasn’t seen
Ever since with being
With Boris.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
You snooped on my phone
but didn't discover any shame
no naked confessions
you searched in vain
for a double life
exciting intimacies
a corps in a wardrobe, secrets
between the lines
I have breathed in those
old statuses, for you
they are empty, boring rooms
dusty and cobwebbed
Keep them as memories
It doesn't touch me that you were
where you shouldn't be
I'm already somewhere else
Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC