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Aaron LaLux Sep 2019
an excerpt from THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy Vol. 3

...See she says if we have *** she’ll feel guilty & regret it,
I don’t want to be one of her regrets, so I get gone to prevent it,
apparently she associates *** with trauma from her past,
& I don’t want to open old wounds because I’m sensitive,

still my sentiment makes me ask this,
since when, did our past begin to define us,
when it’s always been our present destiny that we manifest,
I don’t know I guess sometimes we forget & have to remind us,
that we angels albeit fallen & all of us are Heaven sent,
& sometimes only moments like this are where we truly find us,

that scent, on your skin, mixes with the wind,
sending signals, to my brain, to release serotonin,
sea breeze, coconut trees, please jeez I’m on my knees,
I’m ready, & willing to start when you are, just say when,

still, my sentiment makes me ask this,
since when, since were names so inappropriate,
Scarlet’s a darling sure, but far from a harlot that’s my word,
so far that actually she abstains, resisting like a soviet,

since when,
were you so absent from class that,
you forgot the basic fact that,
all women are divine even when abstinent,

honestly I’d rather be,
laying in this hammock with a Goddess that’s abstinent,
than rubbing while clubbing,
getting used by a drunken **** that will soon be a has been,
a has been that can’t get a reaction not even a fraction,
nope I want a genuine artist, not a bad act with bad actin’,

I want laughter I want rushes,
I want her because with her all of that comes in bunches,
her inner instinct is distinct,
& is much more than just what a hunch is,

a hunger for wonder, what’s for lunch kid?

Let’s have a picnic this instant & then get down to business,
actually let’s scrap the deal & forget all about business,
let’s get up let’s rise like the tides & ride like the winds,
let’s make some magic & let God be our witness,
we’re in this, no limits, no gimmicks, no scrimmage,
no cynics, no stupids, no skeptics, no septic, no sewage,
no sadness, no losers, no handcuffs, so tragic, the truth is,
that abusers, abuse but, their tactics, are average,
so when, they attempt it, we just shut down, that madness,
make them, step back, back track, & send them packin’,
& once they realize what’s happened,
they retract & shoot back with,

“I’m so sorry, jeez, please accept my apologies,
I didn’t mean, to try to take all of your Light Energy!”,
ok we hear them plead,  but don’t accept their pleases,
we tell these fickle fleas, “I think it’s time for you all to flee!”,

peace, & their gone, along with the whispers in the wind,
& we’re in the hammock again,
Scarlet & I still off our mark & still high as ever,
gone like the wind our world continues to spin,
distracted by our addictions which is apparent,
from the scars we’re wearin’ in the body we’re currently in,

with red eyes, no bullseyes, no bullsh!t, just straight facts,
think about the best thing you could ever do in your life,
& rest assured we’ve been there & done that,
all true in all ways in other words this’s all correct,

from Venus to Mars with,
a darling named Scarlet,
she leaves an imprint on my soul,
though with no crayon nor marker, she uses her armor,

no mark, no start, no finish,
no gimmicks, just livin’ this life we live that we live to the limit,
with words that are true in all ways in other words all fact,
we progress in order to obtain a peaceful coexistence,...

∆ LaLux ∆

THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy vol 3
available worldwide 9/9/19
a part of poem 15 of 99 from THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy vol 3
Nat Lipstadt May 2023
(Ain’t “They” Great!)

Now watching 13 year old grandkid live-on-streaming-Internet,
playing Little League baseball in California, pleasantly surprised,

No, not by the amazing technology, or his super great play,
but the laugh-out-loud accommodation to the “au courant”

Game announcer, a soulless robot machine, stupid-smart, without exception, employs THEY pronoun for all, which after 10 seconds thot,

of serious reflection is a brilliant deflection, a solutionary salutation!
We come to see kids play ball, care not a whiff (double entendre),

re identity politicized insanity, machine makes everyone truly equal,
robbing stupids of a phony, proclamation of self-righteous “individuality”

God Bless No-Brainers!
Ain’t They Great!


~Postcript~

Introducing a newly Recomposed Natty:

still an OWG
(old white guy)
but now a Proudly, a gaily machine-made, in the USA

They.
From a normal man you made me robot
I lost all my fragrance and became a slot
From *****'s knot I became just a rot
After taking wine of love I am like besot

You bruised my heart, you injured soul
For a fish like me, you became just troll
Beauty with her charm can easily control
You can only harm then who can console

But please do appreciate robots use mind
They are heartless hence emotionally blind
Just to grind many stupids you can just find
Henceforth my love we are no more aligned

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Julian Aug 2020
Eyelash blinkered in hubris Rubik’s knight
Elevation of pogrom ennobled by triaged triumph minus the cynic summation of all light
Littoral swank bronzed like starlet fantasia with a Carey mountaintop jeer
Reichstag extinguished blaring sirens of cacophony capers to benumbed Linkin Park cheer
Knells intrepid by quakes of remonstrance staged in histrionic applause
Southern Colonies shifting in Charleston surgical in orderly slugabed dogged laws
Slipshod through ribbacles of rengall zenkidu among the sertivine poison ivy
Grimace at gamboled rivulets of a moribund Vanilla Sky for departed wiseacres of savvy dicey ICE toxic Harvey Dent slimy
A mannequin Marx Ralph alienated the truest alien by pioneering disdain of a hostage giraffe summiting a Swiss Alp
Master of time 12th bradycardia for Generator design parked beneath escarpments of base aphasia milquetoast in killjoy Strickland nickels away from a gubbertushed mouth
LOST legend enunciating the furor of epochs of egalitarian traipse
Trapped by the bootlick of a wrinkle of Van Winkle revolutionary agape
Curved by soliliquy master of belletrist prose
The vogue can’t help but bunt, balk, denounce the remembrance of Lady Madonna pose
We beat the muckrakers of rummaged lisp of culinary suns that the sons of privilege are emoluments to apolaustic zeal first known to transmogrified nuns, before the poppies made the few into many and the notion of an insuperable line of infinity into a spherical nullification of the concept of none
Estrapade engorges the fustilug magnet of the kitsch Kenosha Chicago Demolition drive-by-derbies “once read”
That two kings one Titanic by skin-color dashed dreams the other both the coins of tails eloped with heady dreams of head
Sacrifice shadow dancing with pettifoggery in slumps of aboriginal dances of marsupial rice
Native to extortion gouged blind as Samson exacts lachrymose cremations of Pikes Peak trick-or-treat aghast with fright
Temples raised in 46 years cemented never in the Mumbo Jumbo politics of those lacking the oceanic schadenfreude among queers
That by their exclusion the panmixia of fluid alchemy is dauntless scrabble limited by NORAD notions of Tears for Fears
Henpecked rooster awakens the serfdom of Ronald’s (sly spy) Drugs sailing with dovetails of elapse downtrodden in modern clubs
Drunken *** addict sell-out charlatans berated  by Ingram Angles sent by maleficence are the grubhub of Harriet Tubman torching promising tapestries with rugged rugs
Slinging the bait of fish-hook dimples on freckled effigies of ****** humiliation outmantled by Mickey weight
I thunder a fulgurant explosion against recrimination of white-collar criminals that philander saturnalia in pretense with facetious swarpollock freight
Crooks of tyranny exhort the paranoiacs of indemnity to sunken canned soup applause of a Warhol extortion
Berating my audience with drooling slavers of inelegant tortoise byzantine like an Istanbul dredged with intortion
Mr Deeds is not a champion of BRE Properties nor the pinnacles of inertia, a psychiatric squeeze
My orange juice is not a car chase against treecheese in terminal punitive disease
Soaring with the prosperous tongue against the walloped nativism of pounced impounds having too much fun
I let the other guardians of the order of salvation pivot vitriol in loaded dice against Orangutans of Swedish minted gum
Caesar died for the seizure of Anglican pride of a namesake percolating millenia for Brutus in the Washington Bullets of a conquered Ottawa on strike carnal with Chauvinism in regional divide
Never has there been a more hollow trope than the agency of deep state defamation of a scurrilous backbite of gnashing pride
Lost to pollster tricks of acquiescence and caricatures of a menacing personage Swift on the Riff but never the snarling Menace of a Blondie Biff
I tower above the anthills of conformity of luxury in Jamaican Bob Sled Teams testing the curiosity of enlightened “What Ifs”
Canada Dry for striking people enthused by Rye abides in the memory of reform that skulks the skunks that make every Scudworth cry
Because a Dental Dam damsel living in streets of peril fascinated by distance is the contortion of entreaty in the pasquinade of attempts at American Pie
May the city of a figurative crucifixion burn with the irony of a thousand suns as Wendy’s burgers unload on prejudice with albatrosses of winsome puns
Fixed data interpolated by convenient lies of serial killers who aim for blue skies shanked in Oswald infamy for the imposture of any flashbang revenge against cinematic guns
I blacklist the Zemeckis villainy as a trudge of travesty
Hedged lies blinkered by Batman and Robin puns redeemed by Dinosaurs of Amnesty
Obviously belittled by futures etched by a more honest infinity
Because 88 keys are not a stroke because the infinite bees know the parlance of divinity
Invited lissome taxidermies of Capone against teetotalers of parvanimity of vainglory overthrown
Showers the honest hominist reckoning of a world where neither crudity of know-nothing radical polarization owns every inept baritone
Crusading a secular war because the gubbertushed eccedentesiast spinsters of Santa Cruz deserve a gassy overtone
Torch the SC Pacific Avenue for peace
Let the world unite behind a singularity with purpose in ventilation of Speedman’s release
That antithetical Jacks of many names are wed with the progeny of enduring lists of NSA protection rather than rentgourge Denver PD eager to chaos decimated by the decimals of a region forever boycott and impeached
To the decisive curling of the frolicked Abandoned Pool servitude crass disasters are the sheol of impudent flagrant overreach
Regnant on the turmoil of invented throne
I scowl at the chicanery of Capone’s Chicago sweltering with Kenosha infamy tossing contortionist strippers a vulcanized bone in a DIA Diamond that even 11,500 years of knowledge is surpassed in condemnation of screaming E.T. calling the right home
Speak Now because the reach of forever is God appeased not by a kowtow but a mobilized ambition for Why? When? And How?
History will remember gentility as the kind steward rather than a Disco Demolition Derby of urbacity venerating a seasonal Golden Cow
Hipsters flock with folly to South African extortion for freebooters who bootlick the aceldama of war against the sublime currency of a winner surrounded by thugs
TOO MANY URBAN KIDS ARE TAUGHT BY REDUCTIVE TAUTOLOGY TO HATE The United States of America RATHER THAN NURTURING SYNCRETISM IN PATRIOTIC HUGS
Imperfect in design with disagreement in plainest sight
Sometimes libertarianism with a Democratic twinge is clearly in the right that should believe in reform even when the footloose girouettism is too tight
Yet forestalled for authentic grit the grisly rentgourge of venal abysses knows the countermand against Rand with hyperboles of the clearest *******
The true flock congregates around scepters built not with militant graft but a promenade of sultry dance for the defiant C.L.I.T.
Exercise with the Rock knowing school buses of dogmatism inferior are distraught
Dying dogmatism is a peacock of industry the yeggs can easily unlock rather than truckle with truculent Scottish Rites tasty with Connery Scotch
Defenders of the misleading staircase because of the carapace of Hovering pertinacity easily won and bought
Neither scary nor deliberate streets are rumpus of elevations of unbounded anarchy considerate but robbed by the illiterate
That the delegated mansion will be robbed by the cooperation of the remorseful idiot recognizing his snide mendaciloquence in destructive Roswell Records limerick
Scowls are on petrol and patrol hoping Tesla is a short of bravado too intrepid to sanction free-for-all profligacy in alleys that bowl
To the Emerald Street lie of hypes of perdition rather than merely a seasonal token embarrassment coal
The fossilized future is the irrevocable past because more respect is needed than the ***** of a maskirovka caste
Diamond Lightning in Bhagavad Gita prancing with the delusion of the everlasting mummification of Brawndo ash
Dinner with Egyptsy malingers on tomes etched flippant in integrity and all about the curated snare of kitsch cash
The cache valley of LASER tag shattered like Joseph Smith flagellating the confederate hayday with articulate gnash
Fast & Furious the amused by Suburban subway know the trailblazer trashes of The Stupids’ being Einstein about Boogie Dubs rather rash
Streaking through a Tucker rule the Buccaneers live for the SoulSeek of a riddled ruler benighted of prerogative of Roger Goodell bumping in his Ferrari the tucked serenade of Tool
Wrong band because they linger in the shadow dancing backpages of scandals of Norweigan hourglasses of shameful hush hush Vikings mining furloughs of pulverized anticipation sand
Humbled retinue shelves the ossified limpid droll drool
As the haze of submarines scouting pridefall galls of indolence betraying innocence becomes moral cigarettes of Menthol Kool
Reparations for chappy chapstick games of bowery riches
The urbane needs to read, discern and maneuver against whiplash found in Navi witches
Swapping homes with crack addict legalese an *** to a bronzed party crackling with cackles Home Alone
Knows a toiletry of escape gullible like Seahawks wishing they could contain a fumbled season by Mahomes
Jones methamphetamine paranoiac manure desiccated by folksy homilies of brimstone cremation deserts his flock to abide by a flagging wayward temptress
Decimated by the agency of time his Austin crenellation flounders in grimace of the untimely swoon his covert empress
Blinded by the light of darkness in subversion
Excoriated for the deeds of his permission to demote commotion into only an acquiescent dance with barbed etch-a-sketch conclusion- a half-baked *******
Quacksalver poetaster wrinkled with hatred simpering paranoia strangled by Hendrix abeyance of turgid delusion
Lurid underground Princeton gilds infested with defected dementia in cozens in the fritty of heralded mistress SHE appointed
Sandlot ravens cloistered the bravado of thirst for chosen words scrappy in clawed henpecks the pointless illegal sanctioned to brusque witticism anointed
Lamps of pathway sparkle with coruscated stargazer Winslet dreamy swank illustrious by providence
Engrenage of delopes of pettifoggery identity staggers the woozy dismal day of disjointed wounds on Native sons Denver can’t damage in a lonely campaign for the prodigal bends of Overlook Lorraine Motel bent
Intrepid in gallantry I swoop the scrivello tusked with might
Penetrating the vivid dreams of the serenade of alpenglow daylight
That love might rule over chance and probability above the specter of dynasty prodigy progeny tithing gravity in rent
Yet this taper of majestic poise will outfox even the careless gambles of the prodigal son Mr Sender already traipsed conquered and went
The mountaintop is so clear from the cloister of authenticity drinking Eminence Front of the WHO rather than the coherence of the near
Because titans shepherd the good flock without insult and not quavering with insuperable time flackey with tremulous fear
I dare this day to outlast benighted ignorance of the narrow gate of a persecution tsunami on a Lisbon tear
Because galloping ahead of the internecine sheds the serpentine craft of 3:1 Genesis met with the worst fleeced fleer
Not auctioned off like ******* vogue to the disfavor of poor taste
I am the true Royal Flush that can always count on the aced basic but mostly acidic flourish of a jest in bass predicated on the basis for Mozart pH
Today could be the summit of acclimated prodigy in startled degrees temerity could never bet against
Because you better bet the Bros and Cos of civilization are skilled in ostentation of Sterling Pound defense
Never offensive to the liturgy of triumph beckoning an apocalypse now tentative memory on a Manifest Destiny frontier rarely on wickers of extinguished cattle ranchers knowing the gamut of acumen to defend a fortress with the best fencing James Bond could dispense
Now is either a cordial joke of a flagrant anarchy balking at destiny
Or the sunrise majesty of the twelve tribes and beyond defeating the stingy bees of infamy
Your choice doesn’t defeat my voice
But your action heralds my loyalty with a triumphant Victoria of an age not for agelast geeks intimidated but living clairvoyance with fidelity to the right choice for the right time to swim in elegant rejoice
(1977 Words)
They could not sow anything else but seeds of hatred
Now what will crop up nothing less buds with blood
The next generation is of ****** thirst hounds avid
How can love overcome when nothing remains sacred

Gift of father travels through very many generations
It becomes root cause of all evils in many great nations
It corrupts worthy daughters becomes debacle for sons
When atmosphere becomes sheer dark without beckons

Prayers are destitute slogans are but just sham excuse
Only charity remains in the shape of just utter refuse
It is not possible now to inject life or confidence to infuse
Bruised minds and injured hearts will not be able to diffuse

Time can not wait for stupids to come up to the occasion
Broken donkeys are unable to carry troublesome burden
Life is a reality it is not a dream of a driven and drunken
Real pragmatic people believe in life in action and function

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2017
apparently nothing is impossible these days... if nebuchadnezzar were to be alive, and open the newspaper (the times) on this day, march the 21st 2017, and turned to page 4, he would have seen his dream realised, he'd have cried, seeing the hanging garden of Cotehele, on the banks of Tamar in Cornwall

no one really notices it, but they state it quiet
blatantly...
     this isn't the case to remember
               the *scopes' trial
/ monkey trial...
the original beauty of the theory has been
hijacked with ideological motifs...
                  on that ground, i can't accept it
any more, not as a former student of chemistry;
it has simply exhausted itself
          and yes, the transition from monkey
to man is dead... what i call the resuscitation
of god...
         and even i find abhorrent the two primes
in terms of idea from the christian doctrine:
  forgiving one's enemies (it's hardly
      a forgiveness, but more or less
a machiavellian tactic for scheming)...
                     but too true the chant: mea culpa.
to take responsibility for one's own actions
is the sensible prime... but it really depends
on how you deal with it.
            - i mention cultural darwinism for a reason,
biology is truly pointless if the orthodoxy of
medicine isn't stated first...
                 cultural darwinism doesn't originate
in medicine, it's not there... biology has become
too humanistic, in the sense that economists
don't address the objective arguments
but rather stress a subjectivity...
to me, economy is a humanism, it's not a science...
if it was a science, it would embody the rigour
of science... but it doesn't... it feeds off emotional
content... the adrenaline junkies of wall st.?
    they're there, and they will always be there...
it's that the popularisation of darwinism has created
a polar-opposite reaction...
                  i'm just tired of hearing all these
evolutionary vocab., it bores me...
               i could say that it frightens me,
but what it really does... is what the quran does
to jews... it breeds infantilism:
  at least cultural marxism exposes what
capitalism has become, akin to soviet architecture
in terms of cultural productivity and output...
it's ******* ugly these days... repetitive...
           a thorn in my backside...
                               cultural darwinism = infantilism...
i can't reach back to a history that i am
allowed to reach back into...
      for example: the emotional exaltations of
the deutschordensstaat... the monkish order
of the teutonic order of knights (baltic state)...
           cultural darwinism will state that i'm being
a child... that i have no serious point to make...
but then: when was the last time you heard anyone
speak about the sexuality of clemency?
            how you can internalise ****** energy
and self-propagate to a pleasurable state of being
using the genitals, and not thinking of anything
pleasurable?
                when was the last time you heard that?
music? highly regarded in my concerns,
     i'd say the most necessary entity...
                 but cultural darwinism doesn't allow people
to reach for the past to represent the future
     and in doing what requires to be done now...
i inherited the practices of the teutonic order...
  i've never been to malbork castle...
but i look at it as: well... the polish-lithuanian
commonwealth didn't destroy it, but kept it,
     which means i respect the culture inherent in it,
i can appropriate it... ordensburg marienburg:
                        unlike what the germans did
                     to warsaw in 1944... i.e. completely
destroyed it...
         and so jagiełło... with two naked swords...
but of course, the argument is stated again:
i'm being "infantile"...
                     a child reading into history and extracting
an identity for myself that is not applicable to
the "modern" world...
                   but in a hundred years: future generations
will state the same as we have passed
judgement on preceding generations:
        barbarians... stupids...
                             i can already say the current
zeitgeist is idiotic; how about that, hmm?
                    i don't understand why cultural darwinism
wasn't spotted in the west, given that
     marxism devolved from an economic model
into a cultural model... and even if the architecture
of the west is superior to the yore architecture of communism...
the cultural output of western society has come
to represent the architecture of communism...
fact being: there was no time to build fancy places
of accommodation after the second world war in the east...
fast fast... cascade cascade... efficiency!
                    quick! before the next genghis khan
arrives!        
                      but cultural darwinism is as real
as cultural marxism...
                                         what counters the argument
is the difference between hogs and boars...
   boars in the east didn't receive a marshall plan
strategy... but the hogs in the west did...
again and again and again: sveeden was neutral
in the war... but it still received bribes after
the war ended... or is that shveeden?
                              so much of the narrative i'm
providing has no voice in the anglophone world
that it almost deserves me giving it one...
               at least for the "horde" of slavs that
became anglo-slavs to have something to balance on,
in the future.
ZoenotSorry Sep 2015
They're blinding us...
Indeed, all throughtout our lives we've been fooled
We didn't know who they really are,
and we didn't know what they can really do,

They made us believed that they care,
but for all we know it's all for their own benefits,
for their own good,
and for their ownselves.

We are under controlled by the people
we thought giving us what we need
But when you see them?
they are laughing at us,smiling widly showing all their teeth
while thinking we are all stupids and fools believing to their f*cking lies.

They do promises,
they out stretch their hand to us,
they're offering help for us
But behind those promises there's gonna be a broken hope
behind their hands out stretching to us they're gonna use alcohols
behind that help offers there's gonna be just waiting for nothing

They don't really rule,
they are controlling..
They don't really care,
they are really fooling.
Open your eyes, see the world behind
This world is full of musketeers to cheat
They wear very many faces on the street
Their actions are soft with talk so sweet
This is how they attack on and try to beat

Simple and innocent people are their victims
These are their traditions and their customs
How can solve stupids these conundrums
Hence for their protection they seek asylums

What is this equation of just wise and fools
These misrules create and promote modules
Life should be guided by justice and rules
For all can we be able to open same schools

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dennis Willis Dec 2018
Not choosing butthurt
Not
Choooo-ooooosing
Butthurt

Not choosing it
Not doin' it
Nope
Un-unh

Not choosing butthurt
Again
Still
Finally I'm laughing

Not choosing all the stupids
In a funny way
Seems to staunch
the flow of stupid thinking

Please join me
in amusement
at my willingness
to steep myself

in negative emotion
because
because
because

Because
of the relieving
things
this does


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Andrea Nov 2019
One day, you wake up and start to see everything through another sight.
You see that we all are the same stupids human beings as everyone on this planet. Everyone is gray, everyone search only attention. That attention is necessary to keep alive their Ego. Egoistic and individualistic creature, that what is a human.
They need to be "the only one" in anything, but they're just another one doing nothing new, only hungry of "likes" and selling their self for nothing more than something that doesn't exists.
We are bored, we are sad, we are unsatisfied, we are...
What are we?
Do you disagree?
Gourab Banerjee Jul 2016
Dear God,
                 Why did you create us?
                  Yet now,I can't make it out!
                  But,the quest is can't you see?
                  What mischief your spouse doing here?
                  So,how you can be neutral?
                  What's the reason you bear all these?
                  My elders said that you're very powerful
                  There's no limit of your power
                  So,why don't you punish these stupids?
                  Why don't you reply?
                  Are you deaf or a dumb?
                  I see
                  Ya,I can make it
                  Actually,you're nothing but a imagination
                  As a creative writer
                  Create characters as per requirement
                  You're also just a comic character
                  Having no existence in reality
                  Till moment;I'm silly,stupid,innocent
                  But,not more
                  Now,I'll be too as you're
                  No comments,no controversies,no cacaos
                  Then only can be happy forever as you're
                  Thanks for such a great lesson
                  Sorry,for the initial misunderstanding
                  You're really great....
                                                                               With best regards from,
                                                                  One of your innumerable spouse
                                                                                               Gourab Banerjee
Written on 21.07.2012,Saturday
Fer Martinez Rz Jun 2017
Oh gosh, this **** is killing me
I hate the way I am
I am hateful and so ******* jealous
But also I am kind, amicable, sweet and all those
stupids things.

I am not good for this things
or for write what I feel
But here I am
Writing in this ******* ****.

Ha! Like if I like doing this
This is not my thing
Usually, I don’t express myself and I keep it
all for me

I don’t like to share them
I think that I am just catching attention
So I better shut up.
To be honest, I am more hateful than amicable.

I feel like I am just a decoration
When someone needs me, they come to me
But when they don’t, they left me
And I am getting used to.

But u wanna know one thing?
I think I am happy
Yes, Happy
Because I know that this is my life and that
I will never have someone always by my side.
Monotone Feb 2018
Would you look at that!
You chewed me up then spat.
Although, I'm not surprised.
It wasn't as if you were disguised.
You're well known for your stupids act
but of course I thought I could get you on track.
I'm a pest, I get it.
I'm tightly knit.
Won't spread my legs
or drink out of kegs.
I'm the good girl who never strays
even after you've tried for days.
You made a bet
now you're beginning to sweat.
Because its not happening
must be saddening.
100 bucks down the drain
I'm guessing now you wish you had a brain.
Delton Peele Jun 2021
Frozen in motion
.....Doing .....
?
The same
Stupid
Thing
I
Typically
Do
Back to back
Olympic Gold medalist
Believe me.
Im
Good at this.
King
👑
Of the
Stupid crown wearing stupids wear in
I not only wear mine stupidly
I take the crown .
I wear mine the stupidly-ist
!
Metaphors
Or
Putting
Axioms
Into
Parables
To enable
Other cultures to glean
For

I think
......

Weeeell
....I guess
Really ..
I think ,
I think
Too much .
And no that wasn't a stutter or typo.
Here I go again ...
Ready?
I think
What I'm trying to do.
Is talk or,
Ok.
Type my way through
Pain
Emotionally speaking.
Using cryptic
Nursery rhyme
Type,
punny
Little one
Line
Play on word
Umm..
Sayings ....?
IDK
(Axioms I suppose if you will .
Not in prose
No!
Yes I do wish it were so
And although
I'd like to think so
Uhhm yah!
Uhhh
No.
Im no pro
And yet I digress
And usually
I hide in poetry
I guess to escape
Coming to grips with this .....
Or these .
Whatever this and these are . ..
Hang ups or addictions
By products of being I'll equipped
With the appropriate tools to handle unprecedented situations
And swept under the big **** carpet with self medicating
And of course self appointed
Authority
To write my own prescriptions
HEY
I DONT JUST HAVE ISSUES
I GOT
SUBSCRIPTIONS.
it s like the other day I was reading psychology today .
( I don't want to talk about it)
(No seriously.)
Ya actually it was yesterday
And the article read
" NO MATTER WHAT !
WHAT EVER YOU DO DONT PUT THIS OFF ONE MORE DAY .!
READ IT NOW!
I started to read it and fell asleep
.... So I wake up ..and it's today ..so is it still today or because I technically fell asleep ye...s..t..erday
Should I ...
Uhm?
.. .ehhh
Let's save that for another day
K

Back to the .
Show

I sometimes  
Find myself whitty
Others may find
Themselves
Offended
With in the way I can get explicit
I like the raw side ?
true to life
Gritty
Gripped in
Pretty
Euphemisms
I think I would rather feel
That instant pain of a slap
Followed by tears and a passionate
Kiss
Than the soul ******* ache
Leaching life
Away living
Day to day
With the one

The one....


Gulp

My once
....one.

And only

Soul mate.  
Who pretended
....Ill
Never no why
Said she....
Lov ...e.
...d
..........M....
....
Nnnnnn
No secretly she hated me .
Awe geeze
Where the
H
E
Double hockey sticks
Wuz I goin with this.
Maverick
Of the spastics ..
I'm like wh
Oh yah.
Heh
..
Pardon me
Yadda yadda
I'm witty
Pretty
Words
Let's see
Oh ok
So I can be explicit and gritty
......
Some say hey it's unexpected
Eclectics call it eccentric
Others read only the top layer and say woe that's too close to reality
Still lie
Say dude!
Thats ******* cool yo!
Oh they don't even know.
Then there is the few
The ones
The only ones
Persuading gravity
The truest ones that's mean
The
Most .. .
.  ... .
Wait for it
The may like yeah.
Or they may
Nay say it.
They may even say its ****** stupid and ******...
Ok
Food for thought. .
(
More like cry myself to sleep)
What I'm tryin to say is
" Like it or not .
Some people say they love ya and take a bullet for you ...
These ones who never correct you .
Really stuck a knife in you're back with a paper attached saying
I'm stupid but dont tell me.
So The ones you need to cherish
I guess are the beautiful ones that tell you.
Rieeeet?
Right!
Wait.
did I say that right? I mean yah I write,
And yah right handed.
And I know I'm right
I just don't  
Know if I'm wrighting it
Right
Lily Lynn Oct 2017
It's calling me. In silent whispers that flow with the wind. In the music that beats in my heart. In the words that speaks lies. I close my eyes and it takes me back to the past. The wrongs, the stupids, the childish things I have done. It shows no good. It shows no pleasure, no joy, the light had faded. An empty shell the crys for the warmth of a soul. A pure bright loving soul. The soul made of innocents and good. The empty shell who sees what should have been shut away. Locked with a key and spelled with kind words. This empty shell saw heard felt what no one should. As young as the shell may look it's far older. No matter the pain. No matter what it wants Others come first. Yet after it's all said and done. This shell feels no different.  Looking in the world for salvation it finds none. It bends it breaks then shies away. Fading away after time never being noticed. Till needed again. For whatever good or ***** deed asked of the shell. It's just a shell. What else could it be used for. Lost. Searching for them. The ones it fits in with. Backing into a corner falling back and giving up. The shell screams in agony sorrow. The space screams back at the shell in an echo. All through the shell was not just a shell. The shell was a girl. The girl was broken, hurt, feeling alone, and once a week would say “I'm evil”. The girl was not just a girl. She was a girl who belonged noWhere but one place. with the empty. The shameful.  But the shameful were so much more. They were the broken inside her. They were the loneliness inside her. They were the sinner and beggars. The shut out and banished. The shameful is the girl. Who stands before you all today. Still looking. Still searching. Begging for the salvation she never got at the beginning. Looking upon her. She sees. She knows. Whatever it is she needs. It's there. For the asking.
Adam May 2020
How to drink in class without getting caught.
By bringing a metal water bottle filled to the brim with *****.
I learned that goofing off in class is more important than actually doing work.
So I, fall behind
piles of homework on my desk.
Feeling all this stress.
Which is ironic because alcohol is supposed to reduce stress, right.
A smile fixes everything

2. I learned to keep my head held down
Hidden at all times
Because the judgemental predatorial vultures who lurk the schoolyard 24/7 are always looking for a moment to strike.
So smile
You don’t have to mean it just fake it
Just do it so they never know how you feel and never have anything to say about you
A smile fixes everything

3. I learned that I did not fit in because I grew up too fast
When I was born mommy and daddy were fighting
When I was four daddy was thrown out the door
When I was twelve mommy told me daddy was stupid
When I was thirteen daddy told me the same thing
So whose son was I supposed to be?
I came home to comfort my mother's stress because living alone can be a huge mess...
I sat in silence with my thoughts
I didn’t tell my parents how I feel because I was too afraid of what they’d say.
And I knew deep down there was nothing they could do to take it away.
Instead I packed my bags and prepared for a vacation across the city every other weekend to my dad's house. Or “stupids” house as mommy liked to call it
A smile fixes everything

4. I learned how my heart began to feel
And I was terrified that these feelings were real

4. Sadness
4. Abandoned
4. Outcasted
4. Confused
I’m sorry when I get emotional I lose count
7. Angry
63. Stressed
91. Anxious
3627…  Alone
A smile fixes everything. But not a broken heart


5. I learned to be ashamed of who I am.
Every day at school I was called a new name, and when my parents split up I was totally to blame.
Because my parents had so much going for them and then, they had me.
I was their fate.
I started gaining all this weight
I found out  that I wasn't straight
Never wanting to leave home, becoming used to being alone
Because reality, became too scary.
I was never really good at English class until today
When I started to adopt my word of the day.
Suicide
This word soon became my word of the week and even my word of the Month.
I had shuffled desperately through my dictionary and could not find another word, to replace it with.
Hope… that was a word from when I was a kid.
But it seems that my vocabulary isn’t familiar with that word anymore.
That page ripped out by hands laced in hateful intention
By the same people, who always gave me such negative attention.
After all these years, I started reflecting on my life, and remembering what I had done over and over again whenever things got hard.
I smiled.
And in that very moment, I learned that a smile does NOT fix everything.
And sometimes a tear can change a life.

-Adam Purchase
This poem was written to be performed, so it may not make a whole lot of sense on paper. I hope everyone can analyze this and discover the meaning behind it.  It is the most personal piece I have ever written about. Please leave feedback, and have a great day.
ymmiJ May 2020
I lived forty nine
from paul simon’s fifty ways
I’m a slow learner
better late then not at all
slows one thing stupids ‘nother

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