"splatted" poems
Gotta carry a .40 with me everywhere i go
So i can protect her property and let it blow
Whenever there's a person who wants to be a splatted roach
Touch me and I'm not afraid to glow
Sparks levitating in the air you'd think you saw a ghost
She keeps me grounded but my mind's in space at most
Enough with that happy **** I'm back to norm
I'm starting to think I won't be here for long
Mind acts like its not my own, then i get prone
To mind manipulation tactics on a low
I usually write free verses but tonight imma switch the flow
Forced to change my style cause I'm here for the show
I watch her stack her luggage on my door
I'll gladly take it in but slow
I know she was sent by God on a low
From the heavens she dropped
In the end it all comes down to Him
....
Wouldn't doubt him for a second i know
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
It poured and poured,
The clouds were relieved,
trapped for so long,
Felt burden less as it splatted,
Creating a ripple
as it landed on the water
or landing softly,
On the green grass,
Making it moist,
Or crashing on to the compacted concrete,
Forming the pitter-patter sound,
Petrichor smell spreading everywhere,
It fell and fell,
Until the clouds realized,
That after the rain,
There was always sunshine,
And that was how her story began,
With a bit of sunshine,
And a bit of rain,
But she was the rainbow that was created,
In that beautiful combination.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Press the barrel with splatted dreams against my head.
Sorry that my only skill was to lie.
It killed me, bit by bit every time.
Just making this time that has finally come, easier.
I have slowly comes to love the sun.
To appreciate each blade of grass between my toes.
To love how a drop of sweat runs down my face.
Accept the pain that comes from laughing.
What I'm trying to say.
Can not be expressed onto paper with ink...
No.
Now this is the point where I say how much I'm sorry for leaving.
And I truly am...
But as I write this letter.
I have removed the barrel.
And walking to your room.
To say...
The evil has gone from me now.
I'm gone.
What's left...
Is the one you feel in love with...
And I'm sorry I left for so long.
I love you.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
Catchville a place of lies and deceit
A battle between truth and retreat
A struggle of anarchy in ruling rights
A defined kingdom with subjects constantly uptight
Fire being the burn that destroys
Citizens being thrown like toys
Struggles over boundaries
Powers that be want to deploy
The facts in the town being used as a decoy
Colonies that want to be a new state
Royalty that wants to debate
Truce being in who wants to participate
Colonies at war
Warriors from the tower in what they saw
Blood splatted all over the ground
There would be quiet and no sound
Courageous men and woman who chose to conquer
Dignity and honor not being their mercy
Fight at will until
Determination at will
Once again fight on and remind strong
A colony with its own creed and its mission we shall succeed.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
I am infuriatingly out glowed with ecstasy
by post traumatic serotonin rush of the accident of
that my law breaking motor bike hit in another car
whom purely taking his turn to the left
Now it is the dawn of dusk, last few seconds of the day
but I never wanted to wash the blood of the scratches I got
instated I purely enjoy seen them drying up
nonetheless It felt to my juvenile mind some protagonist kind of a pride about me
keep walking with blood splatted white linen shirt and black shades
I am an ecstatic
I showed both the fingers to the docs and to the hospital staff
you know the prospect patient with an insurance
I was an innocent law breaker, Juvenile
thus no wonder why I see that turning to the left is never right
and of course neither to right is right because
the hospital , that was in the right from the junction
I only rode my bike straight in narrow bleak space of
all among the mid day traffic jam of insanely busy people
by the way car driver was a good guy
though he doesn't own that hybrid black boy he drove
we shook hands , shared good byes and I came back home
then breaking the virtue of healthy non smoking
I lit a cigarette
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
I've got a special power:
I can look at my body from the outside
and my hands are never really mine.
I am
untouchable.
I'm floating.
My name
doesn't sound like
a real word
anymore
(I am not
a real person
anymore)
My brain
is splatted on the walls
like a Jackson *******
smelling like rotten flesh –
is it too late
to get back inside?
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
nothing to feel except anger and resentment
putting the cards on the tabl is me, my soul, my will.
There you were so perfect by definition, i thought I was your only one on the horizon
after discussing my wants and needs
you said no problem
even without a plea.
My fear did not go away though, only increased with time.
Building,into pressure, my anxiety
to be only confirmed after investigation.
Just be honest is all that I said
Justbe_honest is that I read.
Anger and frustration filled my soul to the brim.
Bright Crimson was splatted on my face, nothing to show but my raw emotions
For that realization that I was captured in the web of lies you weaved.
6 hours,
6 ******* hours it took for you to check in,
Just to be on the safe side.
Feeding me more lies
Wanting me to continue to relinquish my power
My will.
To take pity on you ?
Ha maybe in another place and time but not now.
You know what you did for you to be alone at the end.
Now I start calling the shots to make myself happ
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC