"sweety" poems
Anak ng poocha naman o oh
Sa lahat naman ng ayaw ko...
Anigma pasubali...fliptopan ba'to
Pooja' una pa lang pinagsabihan na kita,
Pero ngayon... malamang magtanda ka na!!!
Unang banat.. wala akong ganang mag ingles
Nakakawalang galang ka! Hinde naman sa naiines
Hinde na lang talaga kasi ako makatiis
Sa pigura **** pagkakinis-kinis
Kahit tuwalya wala ka man lang tapis
Daig mo pa nakatihayang ipis
Pasalamat ka walang pambura dala kong lapis
Kundi aabutin ka sa 'kin ng walang humpay na daplis
Sa patuwad **** nakalilis
Landas ko'y nalilihis.
Pangalawa..hinde pa ito ang huli...
ayoko sanang maging arogante
Sa lubot **** mala elepante...
Ambot sa imo wag kang makampante
Sa postura **** naka bra lang at panti
Naturalmente 'pupusta pa ako ng mil bente
Magsusumbong ka...magagalit ang mga higante
mapapagbigkas ka sa iyong linguwahe
'lintek lang ang walang ganti
Hinde ako intelehente...
dati lang akong ahenteng galante.
anong gusto mo diamante o brilyante
hahaha!! nganga!,, parehas lang yun impertenente!!!
Pangatlong banat,
.... ito ang tutuo
Pinoy Ako!!!
Purong tagalog den ako...
Pero kung iinglisen mo ako..
Then go ahead..english-san na 'to...ehheemmh,,,
=Do you understand the word that coming out of my mouth
You're some kindda liberated there in the south
Don't sample me (huwag mo akong subukan)
...perhalps change me'''' (ibahin mo ako)
YOU CAN NOT EYES ME ANYMORE!!! (hindi mo na ako kayang mata-matahin)
i will "the rich zoo" you! ("diretso"-hin na kita)=
Hey What's up Pooja Sweety?
Nose bleed??? I don't care if i look scary
To you i'm not being pity'
Real talk''' ...i'm not heavy
But you won't be able to carry
This trash talk of my tongue full of messy
Even your closest bessy
In your ass..shall be freaky
Mabuti pang nag selfie ka ng wacky !!!!!
I'm sure .....you gonna be pretty!!!!
Garantisado.....Madlang b-side...tuwa pa nila so plenty
......TIME ;)
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
my subject, mrs. ((brown?))
for this speech is
going to be: obesity. ish.
you see I remember
the article you handed out to us,
loos-leafed,
fresh-pressed,
a dry white piece that told,
in simplest terms,
the most inarguable & bland facts
about !healthy eating & !weight loss!
but mrs ((whatever)), I want
to tell n and the entire
******* crisp class,
that obesity is a load
of steaming ****
from someone who’s really fucki
ng sick (you know how much
better it stinks then)
that obesity
was made to be glorified,
I don’t tell you this—
I ****** jiggle it to you,
grab my santa clause puch and
shove it at you--
tick tock
we wait for the clock
to tell us what
s to come,
except it makes us guess
--see this:
a mid-age woman, mother,
fat & previously fat,
goes in for stabbing pain in the chest, or
chronic diarrhea,
seeing stars & no energy left.
((this happens))
the doctor says,
well let’s weigh you n see
if you’ve lost
the weight I told you to lose before
remember Sharol
now Sharol..,,,, sweety…..
you weigh 55.62 lbs over the
state-set “healthy limit”k,
so we’re just gonna give u these
diet pills & I promise they work,.
all nach-yer-awl u see, none of that
waterweight ******** [! excuse my language]
and in about 3 months you’ll lose
half that overweight,
and I promise the starsll go away and you’ll
feel right tip top okay now that’ll be
$60 & come bac k in a month to tell me
how much you’ve lost okay
haha but that’s alrightright?
she was unhealthy
&
doctors make you healthy
only her brain cancer maybe, or like, colon
cancer or literally anything other obesity
kills her in about 3 months
bc the **** doctor would only
pretend that she cared
what
was
wrong with Sharol, sweety…,,,
im sharol and so are you and
so is your uncle & so is
your mother, probably
because most of us are “obese”
& the only cure for obesity
is the cure for the term
“obesity” you see
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
my test results showed divergent.
but she told me not to talk about it,
at least not here, or anywhere. ever.
he told me i could not be found about. never.
but they did, they eventually did.
they injected me- with serums, different kinds of them.
and i became their ultimate little experiment gem.
one of a kind.
every stimulation- every serum injected, i denied.
i was useless.
but then he came - my love. my Four. my Tobias
to my rescue.
i promised. not to put myself into danger,
like as i always did.
but i could not let him die. Caleb. my brother. my blood.
i had to save them. all of them.
death serum.
i could. resist.
but before that- he picks up a fight -
wounded in his wheel chair. paralyzed.
but still manages to, that little twa -
stab.
pain.
i see bloo-
thick red blo-
mom? but you're dea-
it's okay sweety, she says.
where am i?
in a better place.
you gave up your life Tris- for them.
i died?
yes honey, you died, an allegiant.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
My heart has a crush on a heart of infidelity,
Yes, she is treacherous, a traitor she is, that ****
My heart had a crush on the heart of a sweety,
Yes, she was pure and high was her divinity.
My heart has a crush on the sweetest of them all,
Yes, she is simply the sweetest of them all.
My heart had a crush on a simple heart,
Yes, she was simple when I fell in love with her.
My heart has a crush on a heart of a young gal,
Yes, she is youthful, and obviously she is fickle.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
She cuckoos & swags across the heart
for stealing the breath off its beat,
I enjoy listening to her voices
whispering from somewhere outta Georgia street
*William Shakespeare did speak,
***"In delay there lies no plenty,----
Then come kiss me, sweety-n-twenty"***
So I do write,
***"Her devotional love makes the oceans restive,---
Even a breath of her ice crystals muse makes my heart festive"***
And, winds blow
Her love arrives to my way,
Waves starting to flow
in one-direction where there's no sun-ray*
With some caramel hues of her nocturnal love,
I inhale her throughout the night
Melancholy clouds burst out, though No Mistreat,
The echoes of rain start whispering around me,
&, along such a mist, she cuckoos & swags across the heart with naked feet.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
My nandos bone
my sweet chocolate,
when I think of you
my heart goes jigijigi like a rail way line,
my slavit, you always put a smile on my face,
my fishy bone,
my sourish munch munch chocolate,
you make me whole each time I look at you,
and aah my deep voice will go singing,
'cause this undying kush kush love
is now not fading,
My sweet honey bee,
you buzz without being stingy,
oh my kush kush babe,
'ME LA VIEW' so well,
from the botox of my heart,
oh my KFC bone,
you are tasty by smile,
I love you so quickly.
My dove,
oh my sweety sour smoothies
I love you so tree much,
that my breathe gets taken away,
but my heart await your touch.
My kush kush babe,
Me la view till death comes.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Smile baby smile baby smile smile. .
I wanna make you smile. .
I wanna take you high . .
I wanna make you fly. .
o smiley o smiley o smiley. .
Looks like a cute angel
smile like a sweet blossom
sing like a cuckoo bird. . .
O sweety o sweety o sweety. . .
Fall like a pleasant sunshine.
Flow like a river bed.
ring like a church bell now .
Come to me come to me come to me. . .
Come like a rainy drop
be like a holy drop
shower like a rain of gift. . .
Hey smarty hey smarty hey smarty. .
Glow like a rising sun
be like a thunder storm
work like a running clock. . .
Hey dolly hey dolly hey hey. .
Play like a winter spring
be like a cool monsoon
help like a cool breeze now. . .
Smile baby smile baby smile smile. .
O smiley o smiley o smiley. . . .
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
He lays in bed clutching his chest
fighting that pain that's entombed in his breast.
He tries to hold back the tears welling up
but the pain's too severe and staying strong's not enough.
A break-up is hard but a divorce much more
now he pulls out the gun from his dresser drawer.
He thinks it is simple, the easy way out
not one thing can stop him from his pre set route,
until his daughter walks in asking daddy what's wrong,
why can't you and mommy just get along?
He hides the gun quickly so his baby won't see,
then he hugs her so loving, "I'm so sorry sweety".
She doesn't know it but she saved her father,
yes he is so grateful for his wonderful daughter.
It's been a few years now but they are back together
yes everything's perfect, it couldn't be better.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:47 AM UTC
Brian is a boy.
Brian is easy to enjoy.
Brian is short.
Brian is better then a resort.
Brian is smart.
Brian has a heart
Brian is shy.
Brian is a sweety pie.
Brian is underrated.
But at least he is not hated.
Brian most importantly,
Is my best friend.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
fly sweety
your eyes were made for wandering
but please stay homesick
for your bed will always be made
just in case you need some warmth
my fridge will hold your favourite fruits
I’ll keep them fresh forever
and according to the gravity of your mood
I have red and white wines to ease the night
countless candles and I’d love to make a bonfire
if ever you’re in need of light
for your heart I’ll be a refuge
even if you flew
out of sight
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
Hamlet texts:
"2B r..."
Ophelia texts back"
"...NOT 2B babe!"
Then a text following on
her just sent text
"G'd nite sweety prince!"
she minces irony with sarcasm
"Yo, bitch...get thee to a nunnery!"
Hamlet always direct and cruder.
'SOMETHING'S ROTTEN IN THE STATE OF
THEIR RELATIONSHIP!"
THE NEWS OF THE WORLD
proclaims the next day.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Edie was caught in the claws of copulation.
She was attractive, with no roots showing
on the top of her scalp.
Great **** great *** could hold a conversation.
Everyday, she got into her workhouse of a car,
more home than her dingy apartment, and drove
to her first "appointment."
But on this day, the appointment that loomed ahead of
her had her shower cold and her face white.
She drove past an old movie theatre
and an abstract and title company with
the fanciest sign in town.
It was Edie's favorite.
She glanced out the window.
A regular ******* standing on the sidewalk was chatting
up a woman who looked bored stiff
and there was a young man a few jumps
away who couldn't hold his liquor.
"Pathetic," Edie muttered.
An average run-of-the-mill bar slouched behind
them and there were ridiculous looking people
spilling out the door.
But only those who had survived the night before.
Across the street, a newspaper dispenser ***** and chained
to a light pole stood content as its contents spilled from
it's belly like the guts of a dead gazelle.
Like the guts of it's readers.
Like the guts of a building out an open window.
Edie's ******* were sore and hurt after the
manhandling of last night.
They began with a ***** that got straight to
the point and then they did too.
He had advertised himself as "sweety but meaty"
and Edie discovered later
that his genitals were uncircumsized and below average.
Oh well.
Submission.
She had a headache in the morning and no aspirin.
Her decision was to stop later and get some.
But before then, she had something to take care of.
Something big that needed to be handled.
Something she hoped would be brief.
"Something," she thought, "that's for **** sure."
She pulled into a front spot in her black '98 BMW,
fixed her make-up, then her hair.
Edie closed her eyes, took in a rather large
amount of oxygen,
exhaled and stepped out of the car.
She had a hankering for eggs after all.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 7:24 PM UTC
Dare I confess the black stain on my soul?
No, rather, lets tuck it in conscience
No need to feel sickly an numb.
Tuck it away my soulless one
What if I could pull the hands back of time?
You can't sweety, it's done.
Can I make it fade?
I don't see how? It's a dark, dark stain,
And you've been trying so long now.
Even with all my good deeds?
There aren't enough good deeds
To wipe it clean, the lead in your soul
Forever drags your feet.
I don't deserve anything. Why do I go free?
Because you are destined.
Destined for what? A life of misery?
No dear, no, a life of greatness.
None of clear conscience strive
To erase me from their minds
As I would not exist,
and neither would the gift,
the necessity, the change.
But I don't understand?
Your stain is a gift,
The journey of the holy grail.
Where others strive and fail,
You have already failed now strive.
But I failed?
You have failed, but now is hope;
The ever charging fuel of your journey.
My soul is ****** isn't it?
You have nothing to lose,
this is the secret of life's journey
But what of hell? Surely it waits?
I hear it screaming my penance?
Hell? You're already here,
Perhaps one day, you'll make it out?
You think so?
It's possible but
I'm your conscience...
What do I know?
I only know why I exist
And I in turn, wish I loved my existence
So there's no hope?
There's always hope,
I'm still with you aren't I?
Yes, but I don't understand?
You don't need to.
Just keep hope, and in us,
Never forget where we've come from;
You are destined
But I am stained?
No, you are marked for greatness.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
Here is us in vortex divinely sligned
~~
You read me like my book
I wrote a million times,
In secret, yet, never alone
Dreams of lullabys for us amor
We read each other's mind!
We've become poems divine!
We travel in virtual modes, for now,
To deeply dig, in all you give me love.
In poem or in song, our verse exactly rhymes, divine it stems factly.
It's still *US * the memory aptly
in vibe lives true in yesterday's.
wings of love and marry gay.
Sweety pie
Angel k- Rd is also us.
It's HOW I love you cosmic grace
And no
It's never too soon or too late!
True love returns as Seasons do.
It's Fall yet we relax, not too late
for spring will soon return,
Like seasons my love returns
In vortex wing's
of two halves in love divine
Re United
My Love.
~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
H'min in I want some, and this Vita Mix thing 'round here
'dat gets an eyes wiff of this sort of thing and it starts singing
ringing a real living day dream 'get on over here' all of a sudden
seems I'm thirsty no drink in years Basil where's that friendly Dandelion
and last I saw they were all out together with baby Spinach and baby Kale
an' were looking quite sweetly there 'bout ready for what they so beautifully do,
see and ask 'em if they'd come along with all their great buds willing be super brew
for a little bit dear, needy and overly due sweety and we's more exacting on being more
the cup of tea of super elixirs, gets this dude feeling quite bit better on and maybe next task-set
don't set him so far down under and year after lil' bit sweeter and lighter yet; beyond our sweetness
magically green goddess's delight of the kind of treatment sometimes hard to find between themselves
those red blood bearing types; so let's call on down Cilantro, get on down and out some more 'dem ****
heavy metals, how 'bout this dude anybody kno where he could trick a book into dropping off a truck load of SuperKombu, ordinary Kelp and while we're here now; now can we form our hearts around every shore and river that pours into thee before it is too much more of woe are the seas; I'm going to go on now but 'dat one's got black holed gravity's; Chlorella, Spirulina, Blue Greens Bloom Algaes taken with care and sampling testing is what by me next to LOVE Love and well and the water there a very dear and essential shimmering part of God to me; Temple Body Temple Earth; be they battered tattered near or see it far two homes each has got; We All Holy Stewards; are we sleeping on the job; no captain at the helm; did we check in and walk out and get high and expect a check and hope to keep our jobs; please help me; how would each of 7 billion else describe; give me your dreams and or each your fears;
what do you want;
come alive or
disappear!!!!
R
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 11:40 AM UTC
another rejection
another rejection
got through it
another rejection
i go through them all the time
girls chew me up and spit me out like it aint ****
but it's okay
cuz one day
when they see me
and the money i've made
and the people that've smiled
and brought joy to their lives
they'll wish they could have been apart
of my sweet life
but **** em
that's all i gotta say
cuz at the end of the day
it's gonna be okay
and they'll be fine
and so will i
we'll all get by
but for now i need to get high
and think about another one
that passed me by
and spit me up
and said no thank u
it's okay sweety
because there's a man out there for you
he just isn't me
THANK GOD
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
You don't find love at the prom,
That's not where your dad met your mom,
Its where pride and scorn surely adorn,
The tears of the prom queen as she begins to mourn,
The loss of a King corrupt as could be,
He was killed as all could clearly see,
Because he didn't have money for the candy he bought,
For the drugs him and his sister brought,
The prom is not a place to hide,
The girl couldn't stay hidden as she tried and tried,
But you can't hide from the prom my dear sweety,
Heartbreak awaits all those that are needy.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Dear diary,
all day with sweety
priceless treasure I carry.
Dear diary,
got home lazy
played games with room messy
Dear diary,
imagining myself tinkering
pushing myself but still dreamy
Dear diary,
wanting to do more.
Feeling sleepy, time crazy.
Dear diary,
ended the day disappointed
accomplishments are not meaty
Dear diary,
tomorrow
glass half empty
would it differ finally?
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
completely drunk, drunk completely
com drunk pletely
ob liv ious
the buzz the numbness,
occasionally REALITY (I love you honey!)
bursting IN (Come here Sweetie Pie)
as I float
com Pletey Ob livious to
the Ruth, Truth, Tooth
did I say that Already?
My life, HELLO? My sweety pie is grown?
Swallowing this truth,
I reach instead for another sip
This freedom I think I feel, I float, enjoy
Completely, pletely? Unaware,
of The dungeon I am in.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
your a magic fish.
you live in a tiny dish.
young people find you to make a wish.
im a crazy dog.
i carry a magic pog.
my house is a giant log.
i love to jog.
my best friend is a ***** hog.
he lives in an enchanted bog.
your a little bird named sweety.
you favorite hobby is to sing a little song tweety-tweet-tweety.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC
So what was your first impression?
hesitant sigh
"He was a nice enough guy, seemed genuine it's just..it felt too polite, like he was running a script of all the right things to say. He came off as easygoing but inside it felt like he was on 10 - there was a frenetic energy around his brain you know?..and internal grind..and it's not bad or good it's just
oh sweety he's got some stuff goin on."
I raised my brow and nodded in reluctant agreement.
There's a certain kind of heartache that comes when you glimpse into someone's private suffering. When you have fallen for their act that carries them through the real world. A solid oak turned out to be a scared shaky leaf.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
You woke up one night
covered in sweat
you sat up to see what woke you
You think, "There's nothing to fret"
Oh, but there is, sweety
There's something in your room
A little advice, don't close your eyes
or it will bring your most dreadful doom
You go back to sleep, rested but anxious
feeling safe under the sheets
Oh, what did I just tell you, little girl
I'm sorry, but you're not safe from ME.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
MAN= "I thought you thtew those boots out"
In other words="I love your legs in those boots"...
MAN="You get to drive the new car tonight baby",
In other words="I'm getting smashed tonight",
MAN="That **** at the office had a ladder in her tights, how tacky",
In other words="My new secretary has great legs",
WOMAN="My god, look at the state of my hair",
In other words="You haven't noticed my new hairdo",
WOMAN="You look so tired tonight sweety",
In other words="You're not getting any tonight mister",
WOMAN=" *** that blue shirt you love is too tight, i'll buy a new one",
In other words="I mixed the wash, your blue shirt is pink"...
Woman, Man, man Of Woe? I dont know. Let's just get along HMMMM????
(c) eileen mcgreevy 2009
Nov 22, 2009
Nov 22, 2009 at 6:51 AM UTC
It's a bomb on your doorstep.
Wrapped up in a pastel pink and white blanket.
Swaddled in a babys basket
You don't even hear the ticking over all the babble
You just assumed it was designed to protect.
You never asked anyone
Or questioned where the basket came from.
Where it got this baby.
Why it is concealing it's wicker with this blanket.
You bring it inside.
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
Wake up tossing and turning
hear a ticking downstairs
In your kitchen.
On the island.
"You're hearing things"
close your eyes.
It's too loud.
Walk down to see just a basket
A blanket
The baby is tucked in tight
You were hearing things
"Go back to bed sweety."
But the basket keeps ticking.
"Baskets are supposed to tick"
you never question it again.
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
You never see it explode.
Just find and count the pieces
Wicker shrapnel where there should have been guidance.
Viscera where there should have been eyes.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC