"ths" poems
I been on, and on, and on going at it.
Bring the metal, if you have it.
We can play it out.
I'm paranoid, indulge into the void.
I'm a black Savage, bad as Black Sabbath.
Set your ship, shit-deep,
Your last words, you better
assist with what we can salvage!
The other side of me, asked _if you can manage!_
I'll take us both out!
Go out. Goku and Raditz
Blasted into King Kait's World
Special Beam Canon.
None of this is common.
None of ths Canon.
I'm no Nick, we wildin' out
Flying high, disregard all by default
without a calculated LANDING.
KOBE!!! DAMN! We miss you!
_Repent for our sins. Cause we done ENOUGH DAMAGE!
I'm losing my patience and my cool
I'll be ****** if another fool
goes inside a school, with a gun
I'm no mailman. But I will bust out the package.
Go ham on the packet, take it out da plastic!
I'll road-rage-rampage, Laredo Heat
Blacked out Bandit. I am coming for answers!_
No water, all Ice with fire.
Pray for help, if he's old enough
To game and gamble, then he can get scrabbled.... like eggs!
Then give him every sample to lead by example
I am not playing games, off with his head!
i am not soft with the dread.
Get ravaged and dismantled
act hard, then get HANDLED!!
Help me. Help me. Help me....
White noise bringing the realization
from the brain's static
_My mind's eye open, I'ma black man,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
no **** with black magic!
Playing board games, got me bored with your tactics
Try me, you be in Monopoly, figuring why you're "Sorry"
The trouble is on it's way and Trouble is bringing damage
I got nothing else to lose,
My life more wasted than CJ on
highway drifting on xanax.
SKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!!!!!
Awh **** HERE WE GO AGAIN._
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
Lemme see your hands,
That's what the officer said,
But he still shoots like he couldn't see my hands,
Why did you shoot me?
I kept my hands visible,
I didn't resist or reach in my pockets.
You ain't need to pull out and fire your gun,
All that was unnecessary,
You think just because you're an officer of the law,
That you're above the law,
You're not above the law,
You need to be better at protecting and serving,
Stop killing us.
Protect us and stop killing us,
I'm just a innocent black man,
The black on black crime getting scary,
Black lives matter,
Ths color of my skin makes life harder,
Had a target on my back since birth.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Animistic, not reminiscent
or exotic but disgustingly ignorant
of the ******* space in the present
A poem that doesn’t have to do with emotion?
Who let him in the building, oh, the same ******* who put 85
Security cameras and the same ******* who believes
Visible shoulders will create testosterone molded boulders
In the crotches of every boy’s too low jeans
I haven’t thought schoolwork was important
Since I knew what passion meant, and I’m no different
Than any boy or girl around but I know I am not anything near lost or found
Pertaining to a missing student.
Do you ever consider the other option?
That contumacious behavior is nothing to fear
Because although the misunderstood is misunderstood
Think of who told you should
Now what if they opted for could?
Or will you settle for chopping the wood for your fireplace
settling for our settler’s stolen goods
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
About 2 watch a m0vie
I'll b seeing it Through my eyes
I hope its ur face I find
Its been so long
Since I felt ths way
Dnt knw wht 2 say
Thrs no sense of direction
No commitment
Nothing tht wud make me run away
Not once did u judge me
On how I am
Nor hav u tried 2 change me
U r fine with wh0 I am!
U knw I can not love u
N0t tht I dnt want 2
But nxt 2 me u stand
Ur da only 1 thts different
Da way u stood tall 4 me
And defended me
No1 has eva done tht 4 me!
I knw ths 4 a fact
U & I will walk 2getha
Quite a distance
I'll be seeing you in my movie
I'll be waiting at da bar
Thr I will thank you
4 being da best I'v had s0 far
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
Time is money
money is time
So when they say it takes money to make money
They mean it takes time.
We all get the same amount daily
Personality gives quality
Because no one can survive selling off white canvases
portraying the self
to receive currensy
Gotta keep ths bar raised
Above and beyond what we call minimum wage
You gotta sell yourself in order to receive a fat check on pay day
Meaning understanding that wealth
Pertains to ones health
Properly known that to diet right heightens stealth.
Mediation nourishes the soul
Hydrating, purifying the flow
Keeping busy to stimulate the brain
Always on top when ignorant folk do or say anything
Its plain to see
Finding yourself includes paying off a bunch of fees
Some say taxes but its really adversity
Cause nothing worth having in life ever comes easy
Best way to succeed is to merely just be me
I can only speak for myself, cause its my world, my industry
My mind cant escape to retrieve too much of another mans mysteries
Ill burst like a bubble
My mind is that fragile
But ill forever help those in need with any one of their battling struggles
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
my loves, the many accumulated mn-
eumonic responses play'd on future
women. ideas based on the poiv-
rottes of idealized affectation past.
cesspools emptied by the horse-tanks
with stelth in the night, but the-
re couldn't be much stealth for a target
reeking of **** and convalescence.
sadness and that odor would
hang heavy in the first cold rains
of winter. transplanting thoughts,
always transplanted emotions of
subjugation. she was waiting for
someone, this now past but once
future poivrotte. feet to be
knock'd from under, body to find
lulling embrace. mind the levitat-
ing affect. mind, the missing
portion of our feint'd love.
and
- I was always empty and
both sad and happy
with a third-class train ride, at
mon poivrottes' expense of mentality.
we could used to lay together talk-
king in adult tones through our
child mouths. remembering to poc-
ket fruit to retain our breakfast
from freezing. speaking no truer
words than those utter'd while
embraced. words from the mou-
ths of us children. truer words
never could be counterfeit, never
could be spoken without loss of
conscience. Cezanne-dreams of color,
Impressionist subconscious,
j'adore mon poivrottes. feasting of mo-
vement and staining all around with
the strong cafe au lait. follow'd aper-
itif, following digestifs, following back
to lie. to flow words from our child mo-
uths, we would walk paths through the
woods in the Autumn twilight. the trees
were sculptures having their leaves
stripped bare. walking alongside, we walk'd
ourselves down the same separate path.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
Noise of the house is creeping,
It keeps me wondering
What’s going on in there
It doesn’t concern me but yet why do I care
Broken paved path
Leading up to the front porch
Broken windows lighted by the fading torch
Shadows looming among homely lawn
The door open ajar
Whoosh came the wind and open the door
The place was dark, and scary as ever.
Creeky floor, haunting theme
Rustling up my feeling
Came a squealing
The ghosts of the house
Ths is too much.
A tap on my shoulder
I screamed out to the skies
The lights were turned on
And together came a SURPIRSE!!
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
there was little bull a friendly little thing
he would dream off bull fights and being in the ring
he pictured all the matadors that he had to fight
waving there red capes in there suits so bright
he dreamt he run around as the crowd did roar
from ths little bull the crowd they wanted more
he would tease the matador as he waved cape
straight in to his eyes the little bull would gape
he was only dreaming of what he'd like to do
maybe when he;s older his dream just may come true.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 9:49 AM UTC
Am supposd to b rytn abt hm.
Wat i wnt hm to do to me
Do for me......
Bt the moment ths pen reachs th paper she comes out
Her tht little scared gal
She wnts hr pain bared to u
Shz troubld
Inside hr heart
She hates every1, mst especially hrself
Shz manipulative, shz th mothr of pain
Tormentd little brat
Not all wounds heal
Shz damagd, u cnt help hr, i wnt let u
You see shz th main personality n am hr strongest outer ego
Th othrz r weak
Am in charge, she creatd me to protect hr
Am doin js tht. U wnt her.
Yes i knw such a pretty gal n yet such an ugly soul
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Hello my brother
Can you spare a moment?
So glad to see you
I've been down on my luck
Living in this alley these days
Always a meal or two in the trash
So how have you been keeping?
Good to hear about the wife and kids
I understand you don't want me visiting
Oh, you want to know about Mary?
She left me a couple years ago
My own fault, too much work
The job took away all my time
Mary was feeling a little rejected
So she found herself another lover
But the job decided to let me go
I kind of allowed myself to go to Hell
So I found myself without a job or home
Yeah I heard about little brother Billy
He joined the army and went off to fight
I miss him, I wish i went to the funeral
Oh, have you really got to go?
Yeah, I know it's been good to talk
My brother, you are always a busy man
Don't be a stranger now, visit soon
I am always living in ths alley, here
Always here, drinking my bottle of rye
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 3:49 PM UTC
I met my neighbour ths morning so I asked him how he was.
Oh fine, yes we're fine thank you. And how are you both?
I said you should go to Specsavers mate, there's only one of me.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Cnt seem 2 4get
Cnt get ya outa my head..
Wana c u all da tym
Want u 2 stay a while..
Thn u arrive
And its all clear
I hav good reason for ths fear
If thrs 1 thing I jst cnt handle
Its lies..
Da feeling of deceipt
A 6th sense tht comes s0 naturally
Been dwn ths road
Too many timez b4
U'v been cought
1 too many wayz b4
Wht I jst dnt get
Y wud my lov 4 u n0t jst g0?
Y wnt our roads jst part?
Thrs nofing left here
4 me 2 stay
Da trust is gone
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 1:12 PM UTC
Upon entering the orchestra pit to take my
chair, I noticed someone else was sitting there.
My ressentiment was without notes;
therefore, I was unable to emote.
With my head hanging down,
I felt chagrined because no one
would allow me in.
Up the dark streets I began to walk,
pondering my dreary thoughts.
What had happened to cause this rift?
Perhaps I never possessed a gift.
The playing of the music was sublime
but maybe it was just imagined
in my mind.
It's very quiet and lonely on ths block
except for the ticking of a clock.
The time has come for me to step outside
the fray and determine if there is value
in what I have to say.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Put ur feelings aside 4 a while
Take mine in consideration
Iv been ur fool
4 way 2 long
Its tym 2 let g0
Tym 2 m0ve on
Must admit
Its easier said
Thn d0ne
I'm n0t 1 stay behind
N0r do I hold on
2 things tht can't b saved
I turn around and walk away
Wif u its different
Wif u its strange
I'll be ur fool any day
Done trying 2 make it work
But ths feeling
Jst dnt wana go away
Take my feelings in consideration
I'm n0t here 4 ur entertainment
Ur braking my heart in2 pieces
I jst realized
I hav 2 let u g0
Its n0t u
Its mE
I'm allowing this 2 be
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 1:33 PM UTC
Today an alien came to my door
He asked why I didn't answer before?
I asked which planet was he from?
He said it was something to do with his Mom
She passed and now was up in ths sky
No reason, the other aliens let her die
I said there was nothing to do
Perhaps he could ask for shelter at the zoo?
He said I know that your kind can be good
Is there any way I could spare some food?
I said that English cuisine might not be to his palette
He said that it was probably better than on his planet
Could you not go back to the ship?
He said no, this is the end of the trip
Can't you fly back into the sky?
If I leave I will die
Which planet are you from?
He said with mirth....earth
I choked again..
His name is ...Ben
So, if an alien knocks at your door
Please help him to get some more
Don't assume what you see
Is something ex-planetary
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
I see bullets in the water. Gently floating down, out of sight, not a sound. I see bullets in the water, they float slowly to the ground. Water fills my lungs and slowly I drown.
Children all around come crying at my wake. A single bullet is all my life could take. Dont feel sad when I'm gone, don't even sing along. All ths bullet did for me, was set me free.
yes the bullets in the water.
And you just watched me drown.
Yes there were bullets in the water. But no gun was found.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
I wonder if the dot above the "i" gets lonely
as it sits above each i, all by itself.
I mean look at how many times I
have created a lonely i in the last four lines!
What if we never used the letter i,
so then if it wasn't used
there would be no dot in existence to be lonely?
I shall start now.
Ths wll be dffcult, I can already tell.
What f nstead, I used captal I's to replace
all the lowercase ones?
Then there would be no lonely dots!
I shall use bIg I's from here on out!
No dot shall every be lonely on my watch!
But now, the questIon remaIns...
what about punctuatIon?
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Love marriage is not a delicious thing
Sometimes It is a little bit more salty
And more pungent than is required
To be easily galloped
The couple are not contented with the stuff
For both had told their own earlier
Then it was beautiful snow fallng in the moonlight
And the romantic raindrops kissing the blossoms
Now it is hackneyd or cliche
Or a haggard leaf crawling not to be liked
Here ushers in pain that is suppressed
And peevish get their nature and
Both lose their cool so soon
And It happens daily till they bid adieu to each
Or one of them kicks ths bucket
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
This world
Where paper money weigh more
And a person full of emotions
Has no score
Life has got stuck in social media
And true feelings stand no where
This world
Stands false in all scenes
Fake smiles is all we need
Stuck to petty things
Which don't even mean a thing
This world
Has become a tv screen
No emotions just drama
No miracles just fake dreams.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
do you remember our little corridor
that blackish floor between two and three
where dreams were made and staged and broken
where we were free and still made eleven
your voice echoes along three black walls
and your laughter, along the green
i still remember what you said about your sister
and how i held you as you cried with me
it's three months over, but i see you still
dancing through a building in the sky
i hope you're smiling, where you are
free from the dark stage you chose to leave behind
it's funny how it all comes back in waves
maybe you miss it too - all the fun
maybe you're up there, smiling down
maybe you're somewhere, saluting the sun
and when my turn comes, i'll look for you
in another space unscathed by time
i'll embrace you tight in a fresnel light
and softly sing you lullabies
but for now,
i'll just keep going on
i'll keep you where time cannot erase you
and where no one can ever hurt or break you:
i'll keep you in our little corridor
the blackish floor between two and three
where dreams were made and staged and broken
where we were free; where we'll always make eleven.
-c.t.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
Stay right where you are
Don't move at all
Because where you are standing
You have never looked more beautiful
And although you do not see me
I love you
And I will love you from the corner of your eye forever
If that is what it takes
To keep ths love alive
In atleast one of us
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
How do you like me now?
Does it appear to you that I am a man? Because my hair is short?
I am very much a woman and love my feminine side as well as my masculine side. I am **** loveable, kind and always me.
You don't want to change me, you just want to be me. You cannot see yourself as me but you want to be me.Why is that?
You cannot be me. I am me and me is all I have and if there was another me then I wouldn't want to be me. it's hard enough being me without trying to be me more than once.
Maybe in my next life. After I have lived through this life and have perfected ths one. maybe then will I be able to be me more than once. But if in this life now I don't succeed in perfecting myself then the new life will have to work harder to be able to catch up to me more than once.
I am not making any sense of this or are you?
see.................. it's hard to be me.
Copyright@2010 By Madeline C. Baxter
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.
the death is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
lets just put it ths way, you're everything, my everything. you're all mine and im all yours. i love you and only you. please remember that, keep that in mind. i fckg love you, every part of you and your flaws, everything about you, i love it. thank you for existing.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
My mind is a siner of good and evil i fear only the darkness,because i belve it has a way a changing reality and making thngs look worce befor ur ayes even the smallest thng could be fedal,daknes is a place of evil corsed by the pain and suffering one's heart has to indore,the pain that one fells its more than 1 can tell and it cannot be heal as they say u may heal the wound bt scares remain the same,the pain that we fell is cosed by the memories that we once had and lost and dreams that we have and lost as time passes by,then we fall 2 a place that its nt easy 2 get back 2,ths place is known as hell burning for al iternity bt thts nothng compare 2 the heart's pain,the devil smiles when u enter the world of revenge u ar tied and bonded until the end of days
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC