"suppossed" poems
Dear legs...
I'm sorry how i've alwYs complained about you not being long or straight enough.
Thank you for still carrying me even though i've hated you with such a passion.
Dear arms
I also wanna tell you sorry, for punching you when i got mad, and also for complain about you being too floppy.
Thank you for still helping me, do everything and for just being there, life would be a lot harder without you.
Dear ****
I'm sorry for all the times i've said you were ugly, you not being round, small or smooth enough.
Thank you for still going along and let me sit on you when i've been tired.
Dear stomach
Sorry for pinching and hitting you whever i was hungr, and sorry for never liking you beacuse you were floppy but i know it's just skin
And that's how you're suppossed to look.
Thank you for telling me when i'm hungry and keeping in all the food i eat, you work like a machine and that must be hard to do!
dear *****
Sorry for always thinking you were too small, i regret everything i've said you've grown nice and round, i'm sorry for complaining so tou had to hurry so much you got stretchmarks
Thank you, for grabbing so much attention, that id sort of funny.
Dear hips
I'm dorry for punching you and complaining avput you being too wide.
Thank you for giving me the hourglassshape every girl long for.
dear skin
I have so much to be sorry for..
I'm sorry for cutting you, and bruising you and burning you, i' so very sorry i have ruined you this much, i'm sorry for letting my emotions out on you, i have made you scarred and i'm sorry about that. Im sorry for also complaining how you were never clean enough
But thank you! For sticking along and holding my body together you're awesome
Dear face
I'm sorry for never liking you and being sad about my eyes not being deep blue or my nose not perfect
Though i thank you for
Letting my friends know who i am
Dear hair
I'm sorry i put you through a lot of heat and dying and all that but hey you're still on my head i bet i would look weird bald so thank you!
Dear body!
Last but not least
I wanna thank you for being so strong and beautifull i wanna thank you for holding on even though i put you through this much
dear body... I'm sorry.. Thank you
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
.
I Am a teenage
UFO
::::
My sense of my own greatness
Is
Incomprehensible
To the average man !
///
& yet
I am still humble !
( THIS ..... Is truly amazing ! )
///
We are the creators of the world
And ( generally speaking )
We are arrogant ******
/./
This does not look promising
Boys and girls
) (
)(
I sincerely love you
//
There !
I said it !
•
Now
What you're suppossed to do
Is ..... XXXXXXXXXX ..... ( censored !
..
Well babe
YOU KNOW !!
I'm a shaft - shifting
UFO
I switch into any form necessary
To meet my objectives
""
Right now I have no form
Cause I haven't the slightest idea
About what I am doing
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Boldly going nowhere fast
Rolling in the fragrant grass
This has-been kid sits on his ***
Waiting for bad **** to pass
Nothing lately comes his way
Out of pocket
No means to pay
He slow starts to slip away
Fading fading like the light
Slipping sliding losing might
Verging deeper
Can not be heard
This young man won't be deterred
This passing phase
Won't phase him out
He'll rise up strong
Without a doubt
Learning lessons the hard way
Because this kid is known to party
This kid known to hit drink hard
But it hit him back
Left several scars
Winded
Wounded
Fighting back
This dark black out
Will be a thing of the past
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 8:40 AM UTC
love me true
so love me true
(im okay)
(im okay)
love me as a real man wants
love me like a real man needs
love aint nothin to have
love is somethin to FEEL
love is somethin that gives
love aint nothin that HEALS!
it just is
LOVE
there is a story
our lives write down
in flesh and blood
on the living streets
come
we'll see eachother
thru to the end
we suppossed to be
on top of the hill
not just enchained
love aint somethin we gotta DO!
love is the only truth
so
love me true
so love me true
(im okay)
(im okay)
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
Is like i am nowhere.
like i cant feel when im about to say what i need to.
like words wont come out even thoe they are in the tip of my tongue.
like i forget about myself and try to say what would you like to heard
and im getting tired of this, im getting tired of being stock
i just want to express all of this that is pounding in my chest, that takes away my breath, who is driving me crazy and making me lazy.
I want to be, what im suppossed to be.
and is happy.. right?
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
betrayed
who was it, suppossed to be here?
i followed the song and the sound
i vanished into the vast center
where only death exists
and what was there?
POWERLESSNESS!
no......nothing but
NOTHING!
oh, well
i'd do it again the same
if only for the sense
of
true destiny
and the knowing of what it is
to be
a
MAN
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 1:37 PM UTC
Hammer
by Ryan P. Kinney
**Picks up Hammer
**Swings Hammer
This one’s for every woman who didn’t love me
And for every one that ever did
This one’s for every person who has ever doubted and underestimated me
For those who ever thought my life should be a mirror of their journey
‘Cause theirs worked out SO well for them
*SMASH
This one’s for my Father,
Mother,
Brothers
My brother’s keeper,
Sins of the Father,
And inheritance of Mother’s malice
This one’s for every time I’ve had to prove I’m the GOOD son
*SMASH
This one’s for the bigots,
Racists,
Hate-spewing monsters
For the ************* morons
This one’s for those who assume I’m gay
‘Cause that’s SUPPOSSED to matter
*SMASH
This one’s for those who have passed their petty judgments
Based on the surface of my face
Or my visible scars
Or my hidden ones
This one’s for those who have called me freak
For those who judge me on who I was
Not who I AM
*SMASH
This one’s for those who lack the ability to see in color and shades
Locked in their boring black and white senseless absolutes
There aren’t just gray areas
There are tints of every shade we a capable of perceiving
This one’s for the LITTLE people
*SMASH
This one’s for those who patronize my intelligence
But yet are so easily fooled into acceptance
With a pair of plastic black frames
This one’s for IRONY
*SMASH
This one’s for those who have let me down
Disappointed me, failed me
Failed to live to their potential
This one’s for EVERYONE
*SMASH
This one’s for me
For not living up to my own potential
This one’s for who I AM
*SMASH
And this one...
These tears...
**Drops Hammer
**Looks to the sky...
This one’s for my son
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
the master poet
sits atop revelation hill
and watches the travelers far below
walking along the pilgrim road........
..............
new york city...the 13 year old ********** says to me
5 dollars for a ("this")
10 dollars for a ("that")
i am a compassionate man and so a i say "sure,
and i know of 'those hotels' but it is such a nice night
let's go make love under the stars in central park"
she starts to complain....i "shine it on!"
so off to the park we go.
i start to sense my "imagination" getting the best of me
so i, (earlier than the 'story' might have called for)
quickly say:
"and, you know, you don't have to pay me....call it a freebie.
out of my love for you"
she stops dead and stares me in the eye!
"no!....you're suppossed to pay me and it aint no freebie!"
i say....." but it was you who approached me. i didn't approach you!
i was just being mr nice guy!"
a gasp of horror!...."i'm out of here!" she says.
i start following her........( a dangerous game, for sure)
"i'm goin home," she screams
"and i'm goin home with you to tell youe momma what you been up to!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
etc....etc....etc.......etc
by then it was funny........picture the 2 of us racing down 63d street
--------
the words of the master poet
fall upon the earth as images
pointing to the god.......
but the body of the master poet
is
THE WORD OF GOD
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 1:43 PM UTC
my feet are rough and cold
they pace around the small space of my apartment
they pace back and forth from school to home
click, click, click,
same rhythm, same places
same angry stomp
like impending doom walking down the street
a one girl funeral procession.
they ache
and I try to walk barefoot to soothe them a little
but the cold air stings them
they wont take me farther
they ache
I figured they want to be in covers
stroking anothers feet
toes wiggle
and their somewhat youthful again
painted toe nails
and maybe heels
like young girls feet are suppossed to be
they might glide softly on carpet
or run through soft grass
chase after him.
run after him.
kinda float after him.
thats what they would like
i'm sure of it
why wont she stop ,
walking the same ******* path to nowhere?
they may sigh.
probably cause
they ache.
she aches.
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 1:56 PM UTC
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
Snapchats, left swipes, number of likes and screen-lit nights
Destroyed by 4 second nudes and the two buttons that make 4 seconds infinite
By searching amazon prime for a suicide prevention kit
By taking one sip too many and ending the night with plenty of tounges down your throat
By Geebs with too much milk, opinions stronger than silk
Both good yet impressionable and easy to lose control
By LED light seeping into the numb soul of the follower searching for love on Google
Destroyed by the vibration of a body-count notification
Destroyed by that first battery-powered rip, desperate for a trip thats not to the therapist
Desperate to feel addiction, the need for need combined with heriditary greed
Addiction lowers suicidal thoughts, craving the next day to take your next shot
Shots of ***** shots of hate, shots at children, all shots are great
We feel alive when we hear about death, we finally appreciate oxygen breath
Destroyed by the friendships lost over hillary vs donald
Waiting for the day we get old, so that we have a say & we’ll look back and realize these are suppossed to be the good old days
The days spent sitting in metal chairs next to the boy with pot-smelling hair
Destroyed by the fear of never being enough because college prep means you are on track
And on track means you’re two steps back
The princible said “cover up” to the girl with the huge rack
Every eye that is layed on you is a personal attack
Behind the scenes of these ************* memes is self deprication and pain that we somehow all relate to
Waiting for the iphone x to come out so that we can feel brand new
Destroyed by depression becoming the media’s new obsession
Destroyed by the inability to jump into a TV screen and live a different life
Destroyed by your ****** up families strife
The ‘correct’ kids words cut like a knife
Destroyed by the fact that there is not enough beer in the world to drown all your fear
About the fact that your stuck in high school for at least another year
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
He awoke one morning sobbing and crying. He didn't know why, but on the inside he felt like he was dying.
He could hear his wife and kids going on about their day as he lay in the bed.
He tried to be strong for them, tried to wipe away his tears but he couldn't.
And instead of being the stereotypical man, keeping his head held high and going to work with his own two hands... he fell to the floor and cried out in pain. His crying was uncontrollable; the tears ran down his cheeks and hit the floor like pouring rain.
He was diagnosed with depression so he took drugs to relieve himself of his compression.
He took the drugs so he could once again open his eyes and see the color of the day.
He took the drugs so he could smile, look around and not be afraid to go this way or that way.
Each time he would take the med, he would smile because he knew soon enough he would be better. But what he didn't know, was that smile would soon turn to a dread. That wasn't suppossed to happen.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months not going to work. Each and every day he would look at his adult hands but each and every day, he would feel less like a man and more like a child. He was in even more pain now.
He felt more and more like suicide was the only way out, but every time that thought crossed his mind, he cried. He was afraid of what might happened if he tried.
Would it hurt? But what could hurt worse that the pain he was feeling at that moment?
He had a voice but it was soft spoken and no one could hear it, or maybe he just didn't know how to explain the pain he felt on the inside and out.
On the inside he was reaching out for help but his hands wouldn't move, he was stuck in time, stuck in this groove.
He became disabled and was denied disability over and over again.
He went to doctor appointment after doctor appointment and continued to sign his life away with the same god **** pen.
He would frequently fall into pits of darkness and the professionals kept pushing facility after facility. They wanted to take him away from his family and make him someone else's liability.
He often wondered if there was anyone else out there that knew his pain. He tried to explain, but never could. Let's say he was actually able to, what would he gain?
It would just be another person feeling sorry for him, and he didn't need that.
Could anyone else really know what it's like to wake up every day just to be terrified to go outside?
And it wasn't that he didn't give it any effort because believe it, he tried.
Could anyone else really know what it's like to walk in public and feel every pair of eyeballs watching?
He knew he wasn't like everybody else and he knew they knew it too.
He constantly felt like he was in a play, center stage and everyone was watching it.
He tried to keep his head down, he tried to not give a **** but it didn't work.
He was a marrionette puppet, he couldn't control his movements. Back to center stage it was a nuisance.
Oh how he wished he could just go back to being depressed and **** At least he could pretend and try to repress it, like Robin Williams.
But in reality Robin Williams was gone. And a few days after the news broke, he found out he was taking the same **** Robin was on.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
I can't believe i'm actually thinkin bout leaving you. There's not alot i'm afraid of but that's some **** i'm unprepaired to do. I never thought i could see and end where i'm not right next to you but i've cheated yet again and so i think i've ended up ending up without and end with you. I'm a fool. I never should have fell for you. I hurt the ones i love so never will i lay sight to you. I'm sorry for all the things i've done i never ment them hurt to do . You're still my little baby girl even if you hate me please don't hurt yourself. All that i want is to see that smile on your face but there's things that i can't give you so it's best if i put some space. Ain't no way i'll say this to your face. It'd **** me if i was in your place so imagine how it feels to be the one that was suppossed to be your protector b! You were my ****** family! You built the walls of this house all around of me! I never ment to hurt you but thats all that i can seem to do so later i'll take a shot or two and let the pistol wring a few until my skull's split into two and maybe then i'll forgive myself for who i became. My ************ fall to fame.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
exposed!
what?
am i suppossed to guess?
-------
-------
hey girl
SAY SOMETHING!
i want to see your soul
NOT
just your *******
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 10:45 AM UTC
Little brother if you're listenin
i don't want to talk about it
i don't want to mention
i wish i could go back to when
we were kids again and
if i could change the future
lord knows that i would do it
cause i'm tired of dumb and stupid
so many mistakes im feelin useless
i'm suppossed to be the bigger man
i'm suppossed to lead the way
i'm suppossed to have the plan
but there's things i can't explain
deep inside of me there's a pain
and it's not an excuse i'm just sayin
i really hope you understand
cause it's consumin me
so caught up on who i used to be
drownin all my demons
that plan was straight stupidity
and i know it took a toll,
i know i playd a roll
in your choices, your decision, and as i'm gettin old
i love you more than anything
I really hope you know
i'd give the world to clear those memories
take em right out of your skull
cause we got the same mother
but i don't feel like im your brother
i never did got to know just
how our parents told ya
that i'm movin out the house,
cause rehabilitation kicked me out
and they didn't know quite what to do
but i can't keep on lettin loose
they can't let me **** up my life,
not while i'm under their roof
and i can no longer make excuse'
startin to understand the truth
one thing i never thought about
was how i was affectin you
See i can take the liver damage
my brain can take the abuse
my stomach can throw up but
i only got one chance with you
and in a classic ****** fashion
that one chance i know i blew
i know that you forgive me
but that's not what i'm askin
a part of me wants to believe
that this is actually happenin
and i can turn the clock back
restart and make it not sad
and teach you how to be a man
cause our father never can
and i know it's not his fault,
he aint had a father himself,
there's just so much time lost
that's why everyone calls me josh
back then i had a longer name
and thats all i think about when they say
joshua, or joshie, or mention abbey place
where we grew up together
shared a room
and i taught myself to shave
those were the good years,
with blue pool,
at the blue house,
at a small school,
back before i was a fool,
back before i knew what love was,
but lord knows i loved you
lord knows i still do
i'm sorry
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
There’s this girl.
The girl of your dreams I imagine,
A girl who is a dream I imagine.
Wrapped in skin the shade of your perfect daydream,
perfectly moulded by the palm of your hand.
There’s this girl I imagine,
wrapped around your waist,
exploring the taste of your mouth which used to utter my name.
Not late at night because that was a tired cliché,
no during the day, when the fantasies die and the sun was always a little too truthful.
You used to whisper my name during the day,
during a time which still belong to you and I, during a time in which I was still beautiful to you.
There’s this girl I imagine,
who doesn’t raise her voice when she’s angry,
who doesn’t swear,
who doesn’t dare to break your fragile perception of what a girl is suppossed to be.
You see,
I was all to violent a women for you.
Trying to confine and define me was like trying to wrap your hands around the wind, clutch it to your chest- it was just never meant to be. I was always too talkative,
too vicacious,
I had too much of a personality.
I was art in the beginning, beautiful to look at and nothing more, but when that art became etched into your memories, and roamed your naked soul, I became all too much.
There’s this girl,
who you can wrap your imagination around,
who is comfortable with living in the confines of what you’d like her to be.
There's this girl you see, wrapped in a fantasy, a girl who isn't me.
There’s this girl you see,
who doesn’t question your silences,
who isn’t interested in your mind,
who praises the land you walk on comfortable walking in the cold of your shadow.
There’s this girl who doesn’t value her power and doesn’t expect you to either. There’s this girl who is an echo of who I used to be.
There's this girl you see,
who just isn't me.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
We were suppossed to be there
For each other
Always.
But you've always been
Quite forgetful
Or maybe
I just bore you
And now
You're gone
Amongst new friends
Better friends
And I'm happy for you
Except
I can't help but miss
Our childish antics
Our senseless conversation
Our bickering
Our us.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
The neighbor jumped off the San Pedro cliffs
suppossed suicide
he went down in the 3rd
i know a mother who smokes
speed,weed,cigarettes,
drinks daily,shoots up
lost her children and teeth
she'll go down in the 8th
she'll go down harder than she fought
most will take a dive in the 12th
don't even bother putting up the hands
moving the feet
don't even know there's a fight on
they call that a win
staring out my second floor window
slack jawed, both eyes swollen
teeth loose, blood clogging nose
i keep getting a few good shots in
but life has a great counter hook
my legs are starting to go
and i want to take the 10 count
but
i just can't
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
If "action speaks louder than words",
Then why are you bothering me with communication ?!.
I know, you may feel communication is mis-represented here, miscommunication.
But now , we missing the action part of it
Are we suppossed to be speaking it or acting it ?
Suppossing, that speaking is actually an action as opposed to silence.
Then, when does silence actually speak volumes ?!
Well, given that the truth is actually spoken rather than actually being acted,
I dont know the relation between truth and feeling.
The truth is, what really matters is the volumes of the true feeling.
We can believe what we hear,
We can believe what we see.
Truth is knowing,
Truth is believing.
Because what we know to believe is conception,
Conception is reality.
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 2:05 AM UTC
.
We eat the crumbs from off the table
And try to remember
The old gods
But we can't even remember why we
Think we should remember
//
WE ARE SO UNHAPPY
( is that it ? )
•
I always look around & think
I am in a ***** house or someplace weird
::
Aren't people suppossed to be moral
( or something like that ? )
•
The only gods I seem to barely remember
Are the Coney Island Freaks
""
The bearded lady
You know
THOSE gods !
THE REAL GODS !
//
I remember walking the streets of Greenwich Village
We knew everyone was a god & therefore we loved life
And lived in joy
><
But all the old gods are gone
)(
I can't seem to always remember why I should care
<>
You look so beautiful when you are free
I remember when you still made love
And there were no strangers
And no need
To travel around in UFO's
Talking dumb **** about salvation !
•
Yeah
I knew you'd pop up in the story somewhere !
)(
Oh reality !
Here we come !
.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
( )
( )
::::::
the mystery of sadness
To escape flood waters
We seek higher ground
)(
Christians say suffering is necessary for
Salvation
//
let them be
//
The lonely girl
Makes myth
of her melancholy
CHAINED TO THE ROCK
CRYING OUT TO THE GODS !
)(
Calling to all TRUE HEROES
ARISE !!!!
)(
She is
Salvation in human form !
Walking thru the High School Corridors !
••
OH TRUE LOVE !
THERE SHE IS !
that's what the boys are
Suppossed to say
( but they don't )
////
Oh Romance !
The golden dawn by the sea
I see a pair of goddess eyes
Oh yes !
The girl I want
.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC