"squeek" poems
Me waiting for Reggae class to start.
Ohno I gotta ****
Me grab me **********
and make a loud squeek
so beautiful, twas like art.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
I walk this dismal dark and damp dungeon
Long dark the phantom am i;
Strolling I now take icy breaths;
Mystery lies within my realm;
Far faint foot echoes announce my impending doom
I embark upon my midnight
Echoeing chamber room
It's chains that puppeted victims that had
Screamed for their end and at last,
I had giggled laughed and touched their quivering chest
And felt their fading warmth
Then into oblivion casted they were by me
This dark stone its chilling floor
Where rodents squeek and scurry about,
My only pets and friends I know
Suddenly I hear as HEAVY VOICES of my approaching DOOM
POUNDING FISTS and swinging logs against my dungeon door and room
I curse the empending light by
Their torches casting beams
Bound from hell and its slithering horrid beam fingers
Under my dungeon door
I curse my end by angered pounding fists
Hell bound to see my end to be
What cursed blackened night just lies
A distant short,
A breathless world my oblivian beckons me by hounds
Of DOOM,
My parts be scattered h e l t e r s k e l t e r
My inners thrown upon old wooden beams above
Soon i will leave this loveless world i made,
i foretell and kiss only an empty space goodbye,
Waiting first ****** deep within my flesh to be
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Somedays I don't see a reason to open my eyes
and force myself to go outside and socialize
with people who don't know me
and people that hate me
and people that really just want to break me
But everyday I wake up and pry those crusty eyes open
to tame my beastly hair and throw on pounds of makeup
to impress people that hate me and people that don't know me
and people that just want to break me
and I force a smile and a laugh as I walk into hell each day
standing upright, ***** pushed out, just to make them happy
but instead I get called a two-faced ***** who dresses like a ****
when all I do is smile and nod and smile some more
just so the day goes by quicker
And the worst part is, you can't leave this ******* hell
I come back to the confides of my home, to the purring of my cats
and the smell of my room and the squeek of my bed
And hell is still with me, it ******* follows me
I try and breath and step away but there it is on my screen
staring back, mocking me
and every night I ******* die a little inside because
no matter what I can't escape hell unless I'm drunk
or in a dreamless state of sleep
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 12:21 AM UTC
It's 4:18 in the morning and everyone here at home is asleep, they can't hear me tossing and turning in my bed, the squeek of the springs are keeping me awake.
It's 4:19 in the morning and I'm packing a bowl wishing you were here next to me.
It's 4:20 in the morning, I flick my lighter and inhale, hoping you feel a little buzzed too.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:25 AM UTC
Whilst I was riding
early last eve
a peculiar thing happened
you'll scarcely believe
just to the left
out of the corner of my eye
I caught some motion
it was a surprise
the squirrel was fast
along the fence top did he
run along at breakneck speed
I chuckled to myself
but it did keep pace
it was clear to me
it wanted a race
A race it would be
man versus beast
defeat by the squirrel
was not to be
I could sense the challenge
in it's beady eyes
down the boulevard
we did fly
A man did approach
I veered to the left
he looked astonished
the squirrel just leapt
over the branch
that suddenly appeared
I took the advantage
and increased my speed
half a block to go
then the fence it would end
me and the squirrel
were neck and neck
racing for pride
who would be beat
we increased the pace
hearts setting the beat
then it happened,
a scrabble and a squeek
the squirrel had crashed
into a tree
the poor little guy
didn't see the branch
that had snaked across
his narrowing path
the end of the race
it happened to be
but defeat for the squirrel
brought no pride for me
I laughed to myself
and shook my head
and then I thanked God
for all he had sent.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
he was in the room
with a mop and a broom
the room was all clean
no dirt was to be seen
and he left the room
not to be seen
by his friends who would mock him
if he were to be seen in that scene
He had a safe in a safe
in the night he was beside it
so they wouldn't devide it
in the day he would clean it to make it sing
the clean would squeek
although it was meek
but it came too soon
because no one was awake
to hear the tunes it would make
the safe would squeek and squank
the tune it would make
as it sat by the lake
that was made from the water
from the dirt and the solder
that was once on the safe
that he cleaned off with haste
he wanted to sing
but the safe sung for him
he had his dream
but his safe stole it
and locked it up
inside it's safe
though it wasn't literal
it all was real
that the man had a dream
that the safe would steal
the man's name was Ben
he was the worst of his friends
because his friends were better than he was
he hated himself and the safe that would speak
because he cleaned it and made it squeek
he had a friend named Ben
the other Ben who was cool and gear
was a friend of the Ben who was full of fear
he would sing and he sung
as Ben cleaned and clun
and both Bens made music that was good
but Ben hated his
and Ben liked his
but both Bens liked Bens song
but one song squeeked
and as it did, it squank
and the song it did make
put both in a trance
but Ben one was not real
and Ben two was the seer
one was in the mind
while the other one cleaned
he wished Ben two was real
because he wanted a friend
and he wanted to hate
because he wanted a blame
for his lack of fame
because his song was great
but too early it came
because no one was awake
to hear the music it would make
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
here i am...
nailed to the cross....
of elephant hide.... memories
.....walking the slack rope
balanced..... between
if ..and ....why..
used to be...... watering
a ducks back .....was making
....a water feather slide
but now....... it just *****
up my equalibruimal tide......
making sense now?....
...........not ****** likely..
spinning words....
..on empty tequila shot glasses
.....while student one
and student fourteen .....are
making moons with they *****
......so the mouse squeaks
memory roars......been here b4
time to climb.............down....
........off the cross.....jump on... .......off the wire
..let it go ......was just.... teenage .........angst v desire
walk away now...get some water.....
..go home get to bed ....or the morning will be simply .....hangover.....
.....slaughter..... city .. rimed
with lime ...and salt.. and tequila .....worm-fed fears...
so....listen ...well ....to the squeek of the mouse......
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
The little metal box it.hides in plain site behind the velvet painting of a Zulu warrior slightly off center a bit to the right.
The warrior. Hmmm.No The vault.
A naked dwarf. He struggles quietly at midnight to gather and drag my blocks of raw marble across crystaline floors to the vaault then
He stands there for hours before clcking the numbers.Clack goes the handle. Success.
The hinges have rusted since last deposit. He looks furtively over his shoulder as the metalic groan turns to a squeek. Abra cadabra.
Time to do work. Stealthy old fella he whistles while he works.
One block,two, three and so.
He forces the stones through a the four square door.
Rubs his hands together. Wipes the drivle from his chin
Then walks out the door backwards. The one he came in.
My vault is reloaded with pleasure and pain.
So I can write poetry again and again.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
There is no subject for which I can even whisper
Without your anger spilling out in a shout about any thing
You have no self control, you seeth- over a ******* remote control
Ordering a pizza is enough to make you very angry
No single thing brings you joy that I can tell
And I have been looking for a dozen years
All I get is anger so I hide, i hide
I cannot sit in the rocking chair or it will squeek and **** you off
So I hide, i hide.
Unable to simply sit in a chair in your presence..I hide
I breath- You **** on my sighs and ask why I breath
so I must HIDE..I hide
I cannot sit, breath, talk...why>?<
This is not life, this is all a lie
I cannot be me around you
your too angry
I stay alive
because I hide..I HIDE
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
the crew was a mix of different races
sent the other tribes to the races
off they go
Click Clack pulled back my gack
one shot two
caught one soldier right in the back
my dub warrior had that optimus gryme rockin in the back
and my hat was pointed to the sky
I watched the shot fly
thought I was sly
but soon a cherri was in my eye
told my lead to push down the floor
back went our headz
drivin fast
told my tribe to ditch in 3 2 1
squeek
clip clap sound of my airs with the busted soles
the chase began
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 8:36 AM UTC
Fluorescent
drib drab
cut out flip
flop flip flop
Think 'til ya can't stop but
it's just too bright in here
It's just look around look around
from inside those tinted windows
Those glasses framed
with and without conformity
Because who needs the every day cut and dry fantasy of the just gotta get by to get by
Get high and stay low
fly south to stay warm
spinning wheels squeek and
pinch squinch ear drum skins like a
fire that's too hot for
the hide and
snap!
Take it back to your earliest childhood memory and smell the flowers in the backyard.
It sounds a little like drizzle drizzle water from the fluffy fluffy clouds but -
Don't you ignore me, you little punk!
Move along, move along, get in the car
And drive -
We're gone and never coming back
Step forward step forward n' step back -
Look around, listen...
See if you can hear the trees glisten
Listen for the motion of the ocean and
You've been here before
but it's much different
because you've stepped forward
and stepped forward before so be forward
Be a becoming
Become and
come back to Me
come back to where it all starts
More words or less words
Either forward or just lack the words
Even with none, the essence is in your eyes
It's in the tingling
of the muscles in your smile
as you speak and as you don't
It's in the electric branches that crackle up through the soles of your feet when you stand still in happy soil
happy soil
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I said not to read this,
Foolish child
It's to late now
Or can you stop?
It is temptation
To know fear
In the flesh
Now don't worry child
It will only hurt
A little
Do you remember
Those dark nights
Turning off the lights
And sprinting to your bed
As dark shadows
Slashed at your
Shaking ankle
Heart pounding
As the dark sets on
Thickly
A syrup filling your lungs
How the sheets.
They were your protection
Wraped tightly around you
Nothing could penetrate them
But as the night sets in
Not even light can save you now
As the flickering of candles
Cast light upon aproching shadows
Oh the cold
The shivers
The standing hair
Your sheets a permafrost
Freezing you in place
Only able to watch in fear
Shadows lapping hungrly at your bed
As things unknown
Approach
The sounds
The gentle squeek of floorboards
The bruixng of incisors
Sorounding you
Enveloping you
You feel it
The vibration
Of a hundred warm bodies
Nawing
Clawing
Pounding into your skull
Theres no escape
No way
It's far to late now
Think you can sleep?
Do you really want to close your eyes?
Is that wise?
Do you think your alone?
Are you that foolish?
Why don't you open your eyes
Let me enlighten you
Let the dark come to the light
Let your fear
Become flesh
Don't worry child
It will only hurt
A little
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Since Facebook turn to shade
Some of y'all need to go home and bath
Talking bout this on fleek, that on fleek
But dem cockroaches flying
And dem baby mouse starta squeek
Tryna break up a good home
Cause your skanky *** can't make your own
Talking bout hot gyal this and hot gyal that
Well hot gyal don't scrape out another gyal ***
Hot gyal can read and write
And know dem worth plenty
Only thing some of you ******* can do nowadays is take ah selfie
Y'all make me sick with this ***** mentality
You see, a sista can't talk to a mister
Without some ******* thinking he's ******* her
And she can't go out looking fine as hell
Without some ******* tryna get with her
And these so called misters
Seems to me like dem waist blister
Cause dem pants always dey by dem *** like some prisoners
Talking bout "man ah gangster yow"
***** please, you ain't no gangster, you ah "Gyow"
Instead you people go look for a job or educate yourself and ****
Y'all out here looking like a bunch ah ***** *** *****
La Vida Love
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
There you go again with that **** hand
held device,
your eyes are but only
hyptonic spin thingys
Your fingers are tools by rote
You foam at the mouth while
your thumbs and fingers skate across glass
squeeking slightly as you CrAcK your gum
sounding like a miniature WAR
I SHOUT FIRE at you!!
And still the squeeking of the fingers with joining
of CrAkIDY CrACK
I even jump up and down with still tipped boots
and still CrAcKiDY, CrAcKiDy, CrAkIDY, CRACK!!!
SqUeEkIdY, SqUeEkIdY,SqUeEkIdY, SQUEEK, SQUEEK!!!
I grab you by the collar and TOSS YOU OUT OF THE BUS,
in my daydream, as I smile inwardly with a child's giddy laughter
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK AND SLIDE, SLIDE, SLIDE,
SLIDE, SLIDE AND SLIDE!!!!!
He, He, He, He, that's all folkes
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
quiet as a mouse,
in a corner
thats me,
it is simply this,
i have nothing to say
of any great worth,
at present.
so i shall sit,
quiet in a corner
chewing on cheese,
sipping red wine,
(decadant mousy, me.)
watching the world
pass by.....
squeek,squeek...
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
We were lovers caught by the seatbelt in the backseat
While everyone else slept in their sheets.
Midnight adventures of foggy mirrors and tainted tongues.
We could dance in eachother for as long as we wanted.
Crickets squeek in our prescence
While we try our best not to answer with our own squeeks.
I held you closer, in the backseat of the compact,
Then i ever did in the queen sized bed.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
point it out
the maligned signs wasting time
hopelessness sprouts
pouring spouts, the crystalized mechanism
gaining time, something meaningless on paper
gushing from nowhere, traded infinitely
sustaining indulgences. every last calorie counts
sound it out
the hefty empty counterintuitive shine
a spoiled child pouts
roiling night and day complaining
of lost pride with values bought
pointing finger, subtle, legal
the system's ***** in a ******* system. circle ****
pound around
clatter those pots and pans! this language known
squeek the wheels! you'll still need oil
this is the serpentine belt splitting
and we dance on the hood, pounding
the dents out later. father will know.
You'll be awake forever..holding the flashlight
while he works on the engine
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC