"sreet" poems
Trought these rought and cracked sreet.
Seems to remind me of life strugles and dispares.
But just like my skateboard that keeps going foward with every push I take.
I see know that no matter how big a problem, you got to keep pushing.
For the road is everlasting, but its time we dont have so just keep
Pushing.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
I want to see what I can’t see
I want to have what I can’t have
I want to touch what I can’t reach
I want to hold what’s beside me
Looking at the people on the sreet
Thier faces and outfits
What are they wondering?
Do they listen?
When the fabric tells a story
Are dreams realities?
Or some greek tragities?
I saw smoke coming out of a building
Fire burning down the roads
People screaming
Shouting and pushing
Mama! help me!
The spider is kniting a nightmare
Everybody on this streer is tapping on this giant web
String to string, connecting
From the distance
I realize I'm not one of them
I’m alone
I never wanted to be the spider
And still I wonder
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
there is this chick across the street walking her lemur—
wow I wonder if the lemur likes to roleplay as a bird.
on the street, i am not alone—for i have my chicken McNuggets
and i can hear the translucent ocean through a floating **** cheek
have you ever seen a young fawn in a window?
Yeah, me neither. But i do like to eat wooden tables.
i want to blog about how the sky is filled with clouds
that look like the inside of a pillow.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
Dark as night,
bright as day.
Oh the things,
we throw away.
You know that ****
thinks he's better than the rest.
Well deep down inside,
he's really just a mess.
There's that girl,
who passes without a try.
There's a girl with two jobs,
just trying to get by.
If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.
That **** you know,
gets pressured every night.
His friends always ask,
"Hey man, you got a light?"
That girl in school,
who passes without a try.
Well did you know she hurts?
that every night she cries?
And the girl with two jobs,
has no time of her own.
Depressed to the core,
with the scars to show.
When you walk down the sreet,
what do you see.
Smiles upon faces,
masking the pain beneath.
If only we saw,
if only we knew.
Who these people are,
the hell they go through.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 8:23 AM UTC
Imagine Wall Street being a corner store
Instead of chasing pavements, you chase pipe dreams dirt poor
Slowly reminiscing ******* in cups
Cause you don't have a *** to **** in
Your home is the streets
Your clothes come from the streets
Your shoes come from Tyrone down the sreet-
cause his parents can afford to replace them
Stealing cars every night
******* broads who give you the green light
Your friends are whinos
Your brother's a crackhead
Family dinner never happens
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC