"thots" poems
Loyalty
They talk about loyalty,
Like it’s a fantasy,
They talk about loyalty,
But have no clue, what it means.
They talk about equality,
Like it’s currently happening,
They talk about democracy,
But have no clue, what it means.
Glocks aimed at cops,
Glocks aimed back at someone’s pop,
Many lives have been lost over Gaup.
Gaup that buys whips and thots.
All got something to prove,
But to who?
All got something to lose,
What will you choose?
If money equal power,
Than why is the taste so sour?
After all the castles and ivory towers.
You’re left a lonely dragon like bowser.
Loyalty tell me what it means to me?
To hang with royalty,
Or help those in poverty.
The place I used to be.
Helping people like me.
That society has coated with a cloak of invisibility.
Because they can’t stand minorities.
And that’s why we can’t stand authorities.
A toxic cycle that stems from a different ideology.
Instead of equality,
We have uniformity,
Instead of democracy,
We have white supremacy.
Instead of loyalty,
We have hypocrisy.
They talk about loyalty,
Like it’s a fantasy,
They talk about loyalty,
But have no clue, what it means.
They talk about equality,
Like it’s currently happening,
They talk about democracy,
But have no clue, what it means.
Too many broken promises,
I feel like James Sie,
Losing all his cabbages.
But since we are deemed as savages,
All the damages attributed,
Are treated as shenanigans,
Instead of answering calls to action,
We have a government completely dumbfounded.
Instead of compassion,
We are harassed and hounded.
We still got all lot of work to do.
And I hope one day we’ll have a breakthrough!
For we all got something to prove?
But to who? Maybe for me or for you!
All got something to lose,
If we never take the time to put on another’s shoe.
So, what will you choose?
Will you help light the fuse?
Or treat this issue like your alarm clock,
And put in on snooze?
Who will you be loyal to?
Your heart? Or to your privilege?
Hmm…
They talk about loyalty,
Like it’s a fantasy,
They talk about loyalty,
But have no clue, what it means.
They talk about equality,
Like it’s currently happening,
They talk about democracy,
But have no clue, what it means.
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC
When I wake up I can see,
I pass your ugly ***
Shes a thot and looks like a he,
So many disease ****** dusty like snow,
Ugly *** ***** that looks like nanny mc fee,
I look you in the face and dont even know,
These eyes ******* burn like hell
I look at you and wanna cry,
You were a mistake we can all tell,
I just wanna ******* punch you oh my......
Its time for you to back to hell,
When you die that will be my high, im going to hit you with holy water you will burn I can tell,
**** this ugly ***** your going to die,
Knocked you out and you fell,
Smash your face and ring it like a bell,
Never will you catch me say,
To the street your going to sell,
Gone forever never hear a hey
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
did not know her when she was miniskirts and high heels,
before she converted to the one true religion of
poetry & yoga
some stray dog thots raveling in a pack
cross the not-even-6am brain that alternates tween
new day Adam apple crumb crisp and
distracting lascivious Eve ones
I,
would have loved you same back then,
no different than now
I,
write in different styles
under so many pseudonyms,
but it is the same man
I,
who crawls into bed nightly with
great expectations and a list of salutations
to wake you up and commence writing how
I,
love your poetic yoga-toned long legs
snaking between mine
while I imagine them in miniskirts and high heels
which is a long way round of saying
You,
alone, my darling forever young one,
are my
one true religion...
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
where did you go
what did you do
where did you wake up
I went everywhere I could
I am trying to escape
can I escape
been looking for my mind since the pixies asked me to
I did everything I could
to escape myself
over oceans to London
over arctic to Beijing
over prairie and rocks to Durango
traveling looking for myself in everything else
instead of letting go
can't I escape?
I go to work here there and everywhere
What can I get for you guys today
What kind of massage would you like today
Where do you want me to bring this artwork today
Where is my guard post today
can I never get away?
All these thoughts and all these thots
I woke up and ran out of the filthy philly basement on acid molly and nitrous running from bats flying from the speakers
out the house
I crash then stand and smile at police lights and friends drive home from the party
I stand smiling holding her and pray they make it home with all these
bats
I woke up here there and everywhere
Ice bag on my testicles
I awake from my morning bag
to a scared smiling face
I awake with black vision
heart nigh exploding
to crying terrified girlfriends
I awake on my steering wheel
from my weekly drive and cop
to nobody but myself
In bae's comforting arms
In the everlasting eternity my father still believes in
I awaken
I found myself
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
All is revealed.
Look at my photo.
You see the solitary Adirondack.
So oft writ, it is almost yours,
From which I ply my craft.
Sentinel, overlooking the bay,
Looking for poem invaders,
Need prisoners to do the hard labor,
For I am on duty, elsewhere, peripatetically,
A new tour of duty to family.
See the coffee mug,
The contents, a warm hug,
For though it sumer still,
The sky and breeze beg to differ.
I think time is nigh,
To close this chapter,
A few itinerant thots yet rumbling,
But the rush is gone, like my contented season.
Wise men do not deny perception,
Grown cold, my warm invitation,
Perhaps, I injusticed you with repetition,
But I left you a motet for comfort.
And hints of an address,
In case some enchanted evening....
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
He's here
He's there
He's following me
and hes following you
but i
i have the upperhand
i can see him
feel him
and hear him
i hear his thots
his prayers
he talks to me
telling you
things im not thinking
things he wants you to hear
but has no way of reaching
until now
he has me
to do his bidding
listen to his evil thots
telling everyone how he feels
a secret
my seret
but his has been told
mine has yet to unfold
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
emtee thots fill my head
my mind races
theres no ammend
thoughts of fear
thoughts of sorrow
thoughts of love
where my beer
i need more drugs
to keep me sane
didnt you hear
im out the game
no longer in the clear
ive lost it
and theres no turning back
the ***** in the mis
STRIKEOUT!
turn the lights out
hurry up
before i ******* knock you out
watch out
dont doubt
im crazy, im physco
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Everytime they fight
Everytime they quarell
Today they talked well
Its like that sometimes
Its like a war other times
I wish they never hurt
But how do they curse
If they never talked
Sometimes its Love
Sometimes its Not
Don't get me wrong
I don't know their thots
I wish they knew their wants
Say they believed in Shadows
They would never be in the dark
Say they believed in fixing
They would have fixed their flaws
Before the rising of many dawns
For friendship; For Love sake
For the Future friends love
No heart loves alone
Trust alone assures more
Love wasn't just enough
In the night dreams don't sleep
In the day Shadows don't hide
"Goodnite love" echoes
"Goodnite dear" beckons
I'll leave them for tonight
For all I see are Shadows
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
thots and decisions
questions and contemplations
should i stay or should i go
is this my place
your place
what kind of place
is one like this
medicine and tv
helmets and screaming
i dont belong here
you dont belong here
nobody does
here your not human
just mentally insane
trying to make your way
no one understands
what its like to be me
what i gotta go through
the pain
the hurt
the game
of life
is ridiculous
viscous
and malicious
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Not too sure where my mind is.
I seem to be losing my self.
Thoughts running in free verse,
Thots running in reverse.
I'm sorry I can't help my self.
Like I said I'm sorry,
I, really can't help my self
Losing everyone else.
I see now it's just me, I'm toxic.
Boy. Like you said it's not rocket
Science it makes sense.
I get how you feel.
But what tense are we in?
Is It something i did or you think I'll do?
I'm confused.
Removing my self from y'alls situation.
Losing people seems to be habituation.
Feelings burn in recreation.
Feelings burn for re-creation.
But it's not about the rhyme.
Literary rules meant to be broken.
Though when I'm free is when I find
The worst times.
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
Guys say they wanna ride or die but they looking at these thots.
Wanna girl nice and pretty also gotta be smart.
Trying find the perfect girl in this UN perfect world.
The girl you really need thinks she’s gotta be a queen.
Got us searching for our king but he can’t be seen.
If you don’t wanna thot, fellas you really need to stop.
A girl who’s right for you is the one who is lost.
But girls you too gotta stay true.
Stop actin like you dumb because in the end it ain’t cute ***
Dress modest cause hottest..
I know you show some skin thinking it’s the guy that you’ll win.
But he ain’t the one for you if he only looking at your *****
Play it safe play it smart make him work for your heart.
Love is a two way street so slow down and see who you meet.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
thots, contemplations
what should i do?
where should i go?
is today the day?
why should i know!
life comes and goes
my life came, i might go
im low and im high
im certainly not high
wish i was so i wouldnt be so low
i think today i must go
go down in flames
burning slowerer than i ever have before
im a ticking time-bomb
but im about to explode
i need to get out of here
the end is near
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
burning celebrities in effigy
chaos as all we know
a huge mess
a strong fear of anything important
core meltdown
frustrated with life and love and writing
invisible invisible
self-immolation
just broke twitter and made everyone's day
pretending you don't exist
pretending nobody exists
pretending nothing exists
nothing exists
growing old and staying that way
covering myself in bots
hi bots
thots and bots
bots > humans
bots do what humans fail at doing
bots are the master race! eliminate the human race!
neutral garbage
say something intelligible and see what happens
chaos prevails
high heat
stranger zoned
learn the ******* etiquette
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Anxiety ******* tearing up inside of me. ***** ******* **** with some *** stained cavities and now shes coming onto me entirely. I should be like finally, but instead the anxious brain of mine avoids the blankets and gravitates towards the rhyme cause reality... what the **** is reality? My extended ****** up morality, apprehending the shortness of mortality or all these sexualities?
He, she, they, them.
See me hock phlegm.
Maybe stock them.
Lay low till' ten.
And then when,
They stop,
My pen cap,
Pops off,
Stabs lead into the head of the said *** already wishing they were dead, but the use of a mag would cause attention, so I'm carrying a handbag full of pens. This is my pencil pushing, pen pushing straight into the gay neck, rushing to **** the wreck of a man and get paid through bills or a check again.
From my anxiety to killing gays, cause I'm willing to get lost in my ways of letting my mind wander, even though I kind of wonder why the gays were on my mind. The ***** that broke my heart was bi, but that's fine. I got nothing against you, unless you hurt me or the ones I love. You get two feet up your *** at once if you harm or speak bad about any of us.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
I was turned out like a worm out
onto the street where the meat rots
And the ***** and the "thots"
weren't giving it up
so I killed until I ****
and I **** until I ****
The pills aren't memories
but I swallow them tenfold
because I'm twenty years old
and a ***** and a failure to my mother
who smothers me in affection and rejection
until the next election when a woman
will get into the office and **** my dad off
so we can argue and so I can have no one
that accepts me for me for me for me for me.
My country 'tis of thee
multiple states
states of mind
but no
we we we we we.
Hummingbirds have hearts
that beat too slow you know
you know I'm dying to die
for you and me
to appease my country
'tis of thee.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Here's to the teenagers that congregate in sketchy places,
Tell their parents they are "at a friend's",
Get wasted on cheap liquor that they probably got from a homeless man,
And get high on every drug in their disposal.
Here's to the rebels that need to break free from rules,
That need an escape from reality,
Or that just want to forget some things,
Maybe not even forever, but for right now.
Here's to the generation of thots, sloots, and ******
Those who think they're looking for a good time,
Or the ones who have yet to experience this,
Lying so much - you live two lives.
Here's to the youth of now,
Whether you're 16 or 20,
You probably are in this rebellious phase,
Or you will be soon.
Here's to you.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
a new poem (words, words, words but another drug), bolt upright, uplight, reattach yourself to the liquid of the music,
soothe the irritation, slowdown the shaking hand,
give god or his creatures, the nocturnes and sonatas,
a chance to restore the pounding of the chest to a leveling
equanimity
to no avail, the sleep angels have fled from the
forest fires in the chest, and the helicopters must quench
with the commence of dropping clouds of wet words,
when, when will I be released from a life that has no
easements
words, words, words but another drug, a habit that gives
everything but a temporary state, every poem nothing but
another her, another lady puncture in my restless body,
another juncture, where all your choices are the way of
error
the high will last, shorter each one, but the track will exist
for all the time, a token of human foolishness, the more is
the inevitability of the ending, writ, drawn a little closer,
and comes with a hand written spongy-apology begging for
existing
in his notes, motes, dust mites of titles, single verses,
elegies, essays half written, passing thots claiming to
want to be wannabes, this appears and it's a perfect
ending
there is no security in poetry, only the unresolvable
man in his perfect certainty, never was, nevermore, n'ere will be never, and one poet walks a razor's edge, that is his three tenses struggling for mutual coexistence, one of
a calming beauty, a dark glory, a perfect closing, choosing
a final solution, a belief in relief, that simultaneously
engraves, erases, and
equates
another new poem fissures to the surface, and the palpable
is a magician's illusion, a trick, a feat of dismemberment,
an excise of a piece, a drink, a Tennessee whiskey of him,
an emission that never gains remission status, all this fakery,
a new poem (words, words, words but another drug),
excellent, worthless and self-
effacing
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3:48am-5:46am
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
Crazy Guy Sends His Poems to a Dead Guy
~for Joel Frye,and yes it’s true~
ah another trivial pursuit of trivial nuggets
bout yours untruly, that is a truly truly,
poets that
I’ve known here, but who have moved on,
it’s my obligation to keep them posted on the
au courant,
so slip them a poem or two,
when you ain’t looking to
make one wonder even more,
what makes a man a nutty Natty.?
well if you don’t know the answer to that after
two t h o u s a n d plus poems, you are not getting me
but Joel Frye,
mutual enjoyed our scribblings,
yeah, he got me,
so via social media,
keep him posted of my latest écrits,
fancy french for scribbles,
of course he gets them
before me,
in so far I assume
my thots are known to rise
or more likely drop,
even before
they traverse that narrow passage between my ears…
but really, just in case,
in the peace and quiet
of the hubbub above, with all them comings and goings,
he, God forbid, (ha!), he may overlook my inane insanities,
and the weirdness
of my compositions,
real, ethereal and in between~al,
that’s a great whew~relief knowing,
at least
some one!
is reading my stuff…
natty
Dec 17, 2023
Dec 17, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
i cant take this
im gonna break
deep thots
falling into this abyss
of sorrow
looking ahead
towards tomorrow
but theres no light
at the end of this tunnel
i cant stand it
are you happy
that you've done this to me
now i
cant stand the ******* sight of you
the look
your smell
everything about you
disgusts me
churns my stomach
your emptee promises
pierce right through me
like a needle though a vest
or my bullet through your chest
your history
you mean nothing to me
and you try to call yourself a father
but yet you wont even call
why?
thats all i want to know
i want reasons
no more excuses
ive grown too old for 'em
there getting useless
i see right through 'em
i aint stupid
its your loss
ill get through this
i did a thousand times before
youd say you come
id sit and wait
but not even get a call
im done wasting my time
i gotta let go
before i commit a crime
by the way dad
i miss you..
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
Why am I so guarded?
Emotional defense on ********
Too scared to hurt or be hurt
So relationships, I readily deter them
Jumping through situations like a temp taking any employment
Treating ***** calls like an active soldier ready for deployment.
Missing something,
Just don't know what it is,
Treating women like thots
That's me being the kettle calling black on the ***
Just wanna be friends
Like Musiq
But I'm the soulchild of a disadvantaged generation.
Why shouldn't I abuse it?
So lets just just hook up, hang out,
Netflix and Chill
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
my expertise in connecting has been disconnected (all we are we are)
pour Elea
all we are we are
you drew me as a rabbit
I drew you as a dreamer on the metro,
scribbling no way no how, unconnected thots into a connected poem
where was I?
Paris, London, Texas, Switzerland?
Disconnecting, Connecting?
Do you understand what I don’t?
You lost your phone (again)
I lost your number that I never had.
you know everything about me;
I know nothing about you;
my expertise in connecting
has been disconnected
all we are we are
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
unlock the door.
undress, clothes will just get in the way.
turn on the lights, inside your soul is where the light will pour.
take your time, select a motion that will make them pay.
your looks are what they are here for.
give them a key to your home, they are hear to stay.
no time for thought, we dont want that, we want the *****
we want the filth of your skin, the rest can go away.
if you dont let them in they wont accept you, not anymore.
we are vampires waiting for blood.
we are trolls rolling in the mud.
we feed on your indivuality.
**** away at your pureness.
slash at your spirit.
all we want is your body.
everything else can go away.
all we want is to hurt you, no one cares anymore.
your are a women, and society wants your body.
you are a man, and society wants your body.
you are a human, and the trolls will feast on your weakness
the vampires will **** at your happiness.
until you are just skin.
which is all we really care about anymore anyway.
no more love, or thoughts.
just lust, and thots.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
“the voice of poetry in the conversation of mankind.”
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“Even nowadays, most of us have speeches from plays and films jangling around our heads, alongside things that have actually been said. Both contribute to what Michael Oakeshott called “the voice of poetry in the conversation of mankind.” Whether in verse or prose, there are some fictional speeches that, once heard, cannot be unheard. You find that you live with them.”
~from~
Things Worth Remembering: Nothing Is Lost Forever
By Douglas Murray 9/8/24
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the quote grabs the throat, a two handed grip,
but gentling, to ensure it does not go forgot,
or to the bottom the pile, or just another
never truly born, or premature to die,
guised as a drafty passing breeze,
a tickle too fickle, impersistent,
to be a poem unto itself
my thots impure, for I see, I believe,
that poetry is the conversation in all
we do have,
those that lyric wax when
one of the five big guys,
jive, sensory excited, the whiff, taste,
licks the visionary
of the need to be a completed
exegesis, a work to be telling
told
but I am old, my powers weaken daily,
the resistance training recommended,
by brain muscle, fiercer resisted
so reach for the quill,
blue lined sheet,
a cute puppy looking paper,
up for the “surprise” treat
just for extending a paw,
these humans so ease pleased,
you see,
here comes a poem
bout
poetry being bout every any,
even, the great creator struggling
to put out fresh daily,
new & improved work,
after a six day historic period,
that demanded a poem-alll-day entity,
entitled as a sabbatical day
of rest.
Here I too rest as well,
too many conversations need starting,
fires requiring verbal refueling,
and my own voice hearing a,
“get up, get out of bed,
drag a comb across your head,”
talk, and plant those newly fallen acorns,
**and let the conversations produce
giant oak trees,
and
a plenitude of poems**
9/9/24
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 2:09 PM UTC
skipping stones
on a
still pond
ripples
become
tsunamis
thots
become
things
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
There's an addict in the attic,
and a trans girl in the tub;
There's an immigrant, Hispanic,
and a criminal in love.
There's a shaman burning incense,
and a gamer taking shots;
There's our upperclass equivalent,
and a noisy group of thots.
And the lady takes our livelihood
and somehow still stays poor,
so please make sure the lights are out,
and always lock the door.
Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 10:12 AM UTC