"swagg" poems
Got that pretty boy swag,
got his pants down to his knees
got that gorgeous girl style,
still not good enough for his needs
supposedly im the bestest,
and we were gonn last forever
but then i found out he cheated,
second chance? no, never
**** life, **** love,
nothing cures my broken heart
the blood now rolls down my arm,
there is no end to this horrible start
no girl could ever be pretty enough,
***** got his ego so far up his ***
i definitly am way to good,
for the kid with the hidden **** stache
he's to **** for me?
just because he's got eight flowers?
no way he wouldn't cheat...
and now he's got a daughter..
and where am i in this ****
**** the little ***** and his ****** up ways
i am at the end of his priority list,
how long we been datin'? im done addin days
this **** ****** me off
and wrecked my heart to pieces,
this is one thing youll never fix
not even swearing on your grandmothers ashes..
**you probably feel ashamed
for the scarlet dress i now wear..
well you shouldve thought about that before
cause i know you truely dont care..**
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 4:55 PM UTC
I sat back with a high chest from my desk to the chair, there i swagg from a wheels to the unfolder.
My immediate dream was to down my great bottle of this Royal Circle
There i pondered about our country sorry "our beloved Pearl of Africa" then i saw it run from its citizens claiming they are not fair. It said; who looketh for peace among the starving with guns and powder of injur, who massageth my thirsty throat with aclub of salt.
I nay in dislussion, my heart went hopping and skipping while my country narrated, i have lived before them and so shall i when they are gone, i fed their ancestors though worried to feed the future.
Then i interrupted in dismay, why cant you do something in laughter my country chuckled with hiccups, you are learnt but naive i offer you nature you offer me plastic and plant landminds as i carry guilt to murdering than my ability in shelter and food providence, the more you love the paper i count my days to live stronger in the name of investment you slaughter me especially you who knows but delights to do nothing.....
Then my eyes went pale and eemembered "people in my country make history by destruction"
It said to me; your thoughts are right as i gazed to a thirc party when i discussed with Mr Uganda.
You are all lazy carrying crosses but heading the wrong way. You are treated as bustards in your own homes by scavengers that get plenty of paper from you and reward you peanuts.
One minute i felt i could cry,for i knew the victims and thought would share but Mr Ug sang...#Bagala alina - genda okole. When your there you will learn more third party spoke through but we are in irony; worry not for selves he said for you live but how about those to come- i possed after asking a bunch of questions then he answered me well. Just like you i got more questions than answers.....do you owe your country or it owes you
#Watch out for what my country answered next
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
Facts that shuffle
Unscripted thoughts that word play
I got this
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
Star quality
Universal appeal
Level unknown
Follow the leader
Conscious thoughts
Creative images
Hidden message
A writers cool
Instant classic
The movement
Others notice
Opportunity knocks
Often imitated
Never duplicated
Try me
Move on
Nov 25, 2009
Nov 25, 2009 at 8:22 PM UTC
why are you afraid
to wake up out of your daze
to be something different, something new?
why are always following someone around like you don't have a clue
to stand up and do whats right
wake up! wake up! when will you realize you have no friends
they were never there for you through thick and thin
you say you have swagg but do you really
do you really know where you really stand
aren't you tired of your ***** laundry being blown in the fan
are you selling your soul to be popular to be in a clique
ha! ha! ha! that's really funny considering you're not their pick!
what are you doing? satnd up! be a leader! use your own mind!
in my closing remarks this is not the end
life's to short to lend and rebegin
so do me a favor cut off your "friends"
start your life and be ready to begin
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
boast, I brag, she loves my swagg, I am the best, there is none greater.
King of the bedroom and the dragon's lair, either way, call me the slayer.
Or call me hero, I'll save you mind, body, and soul
Don't fight me, you cant help it, it's okay to lose control.
My love runs deep and flows like the Nile
In my arms you feel secure, like a mother and her new born child
I touch your body in front of the mirror.
Then it's straight to the bed, so many ***** thoughts race through my head
We began the night of ecstasy.
With no sense of time, we bump and we grind
I just want, to keep you next to me.
Your eyes and your lips, your breast and your hips
The most beautiful body, I have ever seen.
But unfortunately, as we both ****** I open my eyes
It was all a dream.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
I'm from a place where the PURPLE SWAGG came from
I'm from a place where being T.R.I.L.L is a life style
I'm from a place where we smoke FIRE every day
I'm from a place where we got that LEAN on deck
I'm from a place where RESPECT IS EARNED
I'm from that ******* UP SLOWED UP place
I'm from the CHOPPED UP CITY
IM FROM HOUSTON,TX
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
The April Not An Apple
..................................
Forth it comes fourth in the year
A birth to some and death to others
The weak are broken while the meek are built in relevance
Needed you see change or you're fasting it
We struggle to make progress as challenge
Many are graduating others starve with their documents
Celebrating a New month as rent stands by the door
As they plan to marry they plan divorce
Business achievements over collapsing ones
Scandals mother-daughter over father while grannies couple with grands
Amess not to miss
Underwears used as tops swagg toppling respect
Apples are sweet April is bitter
April is turning Apple bitter
Will you be April or April
MTB
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Round of applause to founder of money
Meeting him is a dream for non can afford apiece of life
We buy moments not time as we assume
The beloved and hated alike, through a sieve of a siphon
The mother bears flesh of a child to but has no idea to the form of its bones
Like eaten only to be found by other means
Walk low past those known to you,even the highest peak has the lowest point
They crossed boundaries flying now they return hoofing
Who knew water can power power to fire and water cools it
When to walk high and when to bow a question un learnt
Naked swagg of a tall tree strong to winds weak to an axe
All roads to weeping eyes of an eagled heart
The end of high chest rots to crawling
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Choice overload
but it feels like scarcity
see a swan
seen it swim
seen a scene with sea biscuit
bout to win
However
the matter at hand
is ascension
from the bottom
to the top of win
till we punch him
in the top of grin
unstoppable
but you ain’t stopping him
like moonshiner ain’t stopping gin
even mantle with the wry cocky grin
subs and sun bring the sin
time to measure
being out the block again
swagg as brag as Gucci’s friend
picture this
as the lock is pried
hard to stop
as the lock has tried
yard hit nonstop
thrown the lost chalk to hide
every minute every second a body dies
balance of life and death but it’s alright
a not neat knot is a knot not worth doing
actions like thrive guiding breath from the ruin.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Defined as the very darkest colour
like night or coal.
A colour used to define us,
to undermine and determine us.
Killed for wearing a hoodie.
Killed for breathing and being.
Our ''black'' blood is poured into white painted mugs
and when it can no more,
it spills over.
Our ''black'' blood is littered on the streets of THE BRONX.
All these injustice are slapped onto newspapers,
a few blogs and protests
but the justice system is never put to tests.
My black is beautiful.
My complextion has already granded me a million dollar tan,
my thirsty dry *** hair defies humidity.
My black beauty is earned NOT GRANTED
does not lose confidence when challenged.
My black is beautiful
therefore powerful
My black is swagg therefore never wag.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC