"strees" poems
Deeply disturbed
That is what my life is
How I switch from obsessions
To obsessions
And so I fear this will be me
No mater how high my ladder will go up
I'd just come back down and start anew
That's me I geuse
For better or worse
But know this if nouthing else
You are not an obsession for me
That will end any time now
You are apart of me
For evermore
I will strees about you
How you seem to see all I hid
How you know who I am
No mater what is perceived
I will strees on the fact I can never say
How I feel
Unless I write
So take these word and keep them safe
Because are my forever obsession
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
Shower of hell pours down into your being.
You cast others as dust to your kind of soul.
Shallow stains with only pity.
Ye hold no hate raft only take its place.
You do know you are of strange depitions.
So be kind, and not too overly stern for you shall seek love of beauty.
Death is a font in style with harsh structure.
Huge door, like sentences knock down your barriers let the pure light Pierce threw.
And you will become of some thang new.
Until this day, you are meaner, than a stage full of people with a mild cast of rage.
Sad tears flood, your place you need a life saver yet you shrug at that too.
I met you last summer and you where kind and polite.
Now you are meaner, and denser than effects can construct.
So I'll ask what made you this way?
Was it the death, of your friend that took his life by the "knife blood driping" down as a mother pulls it out.
The fog of that very moment hazed your light.
Now you persit to overwhelm your life with your own made strees.
Yes it was that I miss his friend ship.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC
Neck Around My Throat,
Temperature Is Cold,
Stepping Off This Bucket,
**** It Motions Slow,
If I'm Suffocating Staying,
It's Over Due To Go
Home Where Is That,
Family, Friends What Are Those,
Everybody's Comes,
& Everybody Goes
Who The **** Is Real,
I Don't Even ******* Know,
I'm Cussing Cos My Gums
Gushing From Discussion,
The Rush Is Something,
A Short Video,
No Letter In My Lonely Sweater,
That Tongue Is See Between Your Teeth
Keep It Squeezed,
Don't Speak To Me,
Advice Is Yours All Of It
Yes Of Course,
Heres A Napkin IF You Choke,
Swallow It,
I Guess It's Strees
Or Poetic Solitude,
Reptilian Reality,
On An Alley Of Ralley & Talley,
It Will Follow You,
Wheres A Hug Full Of Meaning,
That Words Can't Express,
Why Are You New Age Folks,
Invoking Holy Potions By How You Dress,
When Your Heart Isnt In Alignment With Your Assignment
Just Cos Your Wrapped In Dreads, Publically Pray To Dead,
Look The Part, But Far From Smart,
Same Vocab, That The Masters Use,
I Only Know What I Don't Read,
& That's The Truth,
If I Don't Finish Swiha,
**** It Yall, Yehaw
Cos I Feel Tension, I But I Won't Mention,
Who Needs To Benched In,
Yall Thirsty For Applause,
Your Closet Is Quenching,
Dress Code, & A Good Look,
Sitting Sipping Tea With A Good Book,
When Your Not As Deep As The Level Be,
To Fix ****
Don't Question Me,
What The **** Does That Bring,
Ive Seen The Darkest Of Faces,
Alien Emotions , I'm a Part From These Races,
The Reason We Cant Come Together,
Is Cos You Fakes Wont Embrace,
Saying **** Like 1 Love,
Yet Still Your Mind Judgemental & Stuck Up
Shut The **** Up,
I Can Take It,
New Age Hoes,
In Tights And Colored Rain Bows,
Naked Leaking Like Rain Shows,
The Pain Goes,
Deeper Than You ******* Know,
I'm From Where Angels Space,
Is NOt A Human Thing,
Why The **** Am I Stuck IN A Human Being,
I Call Your Cells & What The Hell,
You Just Let It Ring,
When You See Me In The Hall, Way,
& Say Hey Kato,
I Won't Respond,
Cos I'm A Song,
Swan , Exposing Fables,
Occultic With Deepest Doors,
Reality Is About To Be Fatality
The End Times Are Coming,
& I Won't Owe No Hell To Pay,
Okay , I'm Sailing Away From All You
Wake The **** Up World ,
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
It seems like a weight, wrapped in your heart.
It shouldn't have happened, but now plays a part.
Feeling so tiny, alone and confused.
By your own conscience, you're hurt and abused.
Pile on the strees, add to the fear.
Let the idea sink in and adhere.
Pray for some guidance, pray for the love.
Do not lose the one who comes from above.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC