"tisk" poems
My memory is filled with icy thoughts so chilled
I begin to stammer, loss of breath, like a ghost
That follows me, my teeth chatter, so many
Of my warning words that no one ever heard,
Locked away in fear, the watchers always near,
Thoughts flooding with grief, the darkness fraught,
Ever filled with thieves so fast they seem to disappear.
It would seem I am beyond what some deem a good guy in the end,
Every time my breath catches, I seem to feel on the mend.
Then it begins again, a waking crash like flashing light,
Well I never get much rest, before it's over, twilight pests.
They follow me at dusk, this rain, and hail it must,
Until I am lost in thought, I awaken to this unspoken fact,
That if I had not been poor, friends would be at my door.
Blind with broken dreams, this is quite a scene,
It seems that money spoke, it made my life a joke.
Still I ask why oh why oh why? And I get the same answer,
It'll come to you some day, boy, you're getting old, tisk tisk,
This world is cold and full of holes, your worries are absurd,
Not a word, NOT another WORD, your logic is absurd...
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
Obscure is an understatement on how my nonsensical(s) joined squadron
I’ve taken nightly dips into an odious filled pool
Breaking the bonds and ties that outline the ripples waning opprobrious schemes
These livid moments of trauma events clash into the shallow reef
Orthodoxes lost abroad the endless natatorium
The chlorine punctures green hints that double in risk
Maligning my skin of stained memoir, tisk tisk
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
you took powerful women and made them powerless,
kissed each tongue as if she was a new flower sniffed
a treasured spelled question where its only found in bliss
a new girl for my hand now that's a cowards tisk tisks
spitting each one of there souls for your own self discovery
my menacing thoughts are hashed out as if each one was for her, you see
like i was a monster with an inner demon that counted our souls
that counted our souls as if i was the one stealing
right out of stock i rather fight then mock
im stronger then i look
most of mother ******* rather leave then look
you know leave comfort right outer your nook
its over booked
like a library over due
curse
each one of my demons that over see
my shoulder they sneeze
achoo
and i only flu they breeze
Jehovah
my god he sees.
id rather respect him
then fall into a snare of sleeze
you mother *******
barely got a grasp of life
and see more then only I can
sac
riff
ice
its a little watery for jam,
maybe you should open it
close most of those books
that never opened
or writ
or did i mean write
lets charge the read
not for the color
but only because
we seek for that lover
its or an
orange
melodies
that searched more then what i have to cover
or more then me just wanting to brother
sibling or not
i will fight and naught
breathy cadence of her warm children
most of you mother are just feel ins
they are some what still-in(steal?)
no use reuse
you dont think God
(God dont you think)
will choose?
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
do you like to ride me
tingy mingy ***
screaming lady noodles
she said with lots a sass
you can ride my tuk tuk
while your nose drools snot
its yummy yum
spicy ***** hot ***
in shorts and sandals
bingles and bangles
hot and sweet
lips kissy tangles
she cooks the dish
and kiss you sweet
peppers and fish
i love her feet
beep beep
pretty little miss miss
lemon grass soup
honey **** tisk tisk
tan tan girl
does the fuckarochi
licks sweet sticky ****
he always buys her Gucci
how about a jet ride
all the way to **** ****
i want to be in Thailand
with tingy mingy tuk tuk
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
Mercy mercy mercy me
How unmerry loneliness can be
Tisk tisk tisk a tad
No one to accompany me
So here here I sit,
Fragile underneath the pecan tree
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
last I wanna see or hear
is you cried.
cause the pain I get from that hurts inside.
I feel your sorrow,I feel how hollow.
But remember,If i'm in your heart then move on to tomorrow.
Cant you see? Baby?
The love I have is truly, eternally,And specifically yours?
The only women in my life that I adore.
That I respect and cherish each sec,when you take away my breath.
with you I live for.
Do or don't tell me more,
If you wanna keep to yourself I understand,and I respect that.
But baby when you cry,its my job,my priority to prevent that.
Make sure that,each tear is less dense and not emotionally filled.
its not your fault,it never will.
So please don't regret any choice you made babe,cause my love will ill.
I know you cry to get it out and,It will never happen when my heart is in.
Each tear will dissapear,and any fear,we'll overcome.
As long as I can heal it,With God's help Love will always be sung.
With each breath from my lungs,not asthma can prevent me,to stop running with those tears.
I catch each one,kiss each one,and let the pain dissapear...
Not one will slip,from my hand,
As long as your heart has grip on me,
I help you stand.
YOU'LL never need another hand.
Cause my heart,my love,MY trust,I will be the only man.
3-28-12
Each day,
each week,
each kiss we give,
every time we speak,
I fall hard with love for you so strong it leaves me weak,but I still give.
MY BOO! I mean,your my one,and only!.
DONT ever forget,I'm here,you never are lonely.
BAbe,
My pookie,
My joy.
my sweet cookie,
Lovey dovey chipsahoy.
sweet kissy kiss smoochy smoochy.
EACH moment with you is filled with bliss,
romance,and butterflies make heart and stomach lift.
Tisk-tisk-tisk
Yeah! -.-
→You now you always win.
In any love fight we have,
but I always win if we both end up cuddlin.
And snugglin,with alotta smoochy! smoochy!
Cmon admit it ;)
(its a tie),
Don't cha think mi pookie?
Haha I love everytime we hold hands,and its like there's no limmit to our convos.
No matter where we stand
You light my side up with one smile,a blessing to witness and have,your time and attention,
I can go on for miles.
I CAN say the things that makes your day,And remind you of my support and love for you,Like I did last nite.
Before you went to bed,
You gotta a text from me,and you read,all the sweet comforting.Words that I wrote,
you can almost hear me sing.
Even if my voice is bad,
I'm glad that your nite was made, And I can rest myself.
Knowing our love safe,
And your tears are saved.
BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez
6/28/12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Your Damnation slumbers not, in Hell you're going to burn
EVERY Queerass ****** CONDEMNATION you did earn
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So while your still alive, skip along your merry way
Soon you'll be in Hell, God your soul will slay
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Pretend it isn't so, deny the Word of God
When you finally burn in Hell, then I will applaud
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Tisk-tisk oh ****** Fruitcake, my poem you don't like?
Read it to your buddy, and every single ****
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Read it ****** Fruitcake! Read the part where you will BURN
Read it Fruitcake Queer! Your DAMNITION you did earn
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
I want to feel that sweet kiss
of the blade upon my wrist.
I want to hear that sweet whisper
of my breath going hiss.
I want to see that sweet dance
of the scarlet lines gone amiss.
I want to taste that sweet embrace
of my guilt going tisk, tisk, tisk.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC
Pitter-patter.
On the window.
Pitter-patter.
On the sill.
Pitter-patter.
Does the child.
Pitter-patter
from your mouth.
You say you don't,
I know you do.
You say you won't,
I know you will.
You pitter-pat all the time until-
until you pitter-pat your way,
to driving out insanity.
Pitter-pat.
Pitter-pat.
Tisk-tisk-tisk.
Tat-tat-tat.
You pitter-patted through the house.
You pitter-pat like a measly mouse.
You say you don't,
I know you do.
You say you won't,
I know you will.
Pitter-pitter.
Pat-pat-pat.
The rain against the window resembles,
the sound after a pitter-pat.
You clasp your lips,
say you'll make no sound,
but you pitter-pat
all the time;
all around.
You say you don't,
I know you do.
You say you won't,
I know you will.
You pitter-pattering,
chitter-chattering,
skitter-scattering,
little rat-like
mouse.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
would it be sad to say that i thought about jumping in front of a train today
yet the thought of me leaving you here makes me hesitate and step back
how thrilling it is to stand on that yellow painted line
how it teases me with the possibility of reincarnation
the fast moving air passes me by , and takes my hair along with it in a smooth motion
tisk tisk .. the voice in my head whispers
the train doors open and i plop myself in
i had the chance
why didn't i just jump ..
- ts
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
******* are so proud, of their sin so black and vile
Abomination! Is the word, for their habit and their stile
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They march in a parade, their perverted pride they flaunt
Lick each others ***** and God Almighty taunt
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God will not be mocked, ******* will find out
They'll be sent to Hell, this without a doubt
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Tisk-tisk oh ****** Fruitcake, don't you like my rhyme?
Soon you'll burn in Hell, you'll be there for all time
-
Will you be proud in Hell? Will you march in a parade?
You'll have a red-hot dildow up your *** and your "pride" be so displayed
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
Ostracized and banished! Banned and throne out!
Kevin and Allpoetry, they give me a big flout
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Just because I write, that Queers will burn in Hell
They kick me off their site, my *** they did expel
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Kevin Kevin oh tisk-tisk, don't you want to burn?
Guess what oh ****** Fruitcake, your Damnation you did earn
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You'll roast upon a spit, you'll fricassee and fry
In Hell you'll have a "Gay" old time...I won't even say goodbye
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Hey Kevin Kevin Faggot...write some poems down in Hell
Write about your TORMENT! In fire you can't quell
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Hey Queerass ****** Poet, Hey Poet ****** Queer
Don't you like my rhymes? Are they too austere?
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Why is that ****** Poet? Why oh why oh Poet Queer
Because you'll burn in Hell? Is this too severe?
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Not Sever enough! In Hell you're going to fry
A red-hot dildow up your ass...no KY to apply
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Demons ram it in and out, while they flay your *** with whips
Dipped in venom from a Lion Fish, with razors on the tips
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Through broken glass and burning coals, they'll drag you night and day
This for all Eternity...and your stinking *** sauté
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But you don't have to worry, no need for you to fret
You're a "christian" ****** the above you can forget
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With Water oh so Holy, you ****** your *** real good
And have a "Gay" old time, with your brothers in the hood
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC
What blew up in China? And what made it blow so big?
An "accident" my goodness! Is it a sacrifice to *****
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Couldn't have a thing to do, with their money called the Yen
WW3 could start this way, maybe the War has just began
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But we don't have to worry, we'll say oh tisk-tisk too bad
There are too many Slant Eyed Chinks, blow them up and we'll be glad
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
My ears love to drum, tisk, tisk, bang
And my lips love to hum sweet melody slang
Metal core and rock, my mind engulfs the </c0de>
Pen on marble desk, to perfect the wild tone
Freezing bleachers, cold eyed teachers, are no match for silicone bud
Blasting screaming hymn of men, a low decrepit thud
The lyrics match my mind and heart, thoughts pounding in my chest
With battered, bloodied, bruised soul I'll be miserable at best
Though music hurts, it hurts to heal, to hold my hand too tight
It pushes, pulls and drags me through the darkest days and nights
I shake and turn, tap my fingers to keep up with the noise
With shifty eyes, heart paralyzed, I think I'm paranoid
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
The man stood there,
in the dark with a look of askance.
No one asked him, they just past him.
He was benign
With a face to intimidate
Still blank in the dark,
Pondering existence.
Welcome back sinners
Cutting wood,
Attenuating the wood.
He thought he was useless,
Cavil of himself.
He was a charlatan,
A man of dark,
An open heart,
He fell so far.
This would defeat him.
You can not be the light in the distance,
but only the spark of resistance.
Tisk tisk, now remember this.
Clocks only show time of decimating existence.
With an axe in hand
The man oscillated it.
Striking wood...
Striking wood!
A gun to tame
But missing its holster
Throw it down...
Throw it down!
[silence]
Because the only thing running through his mind is a Bullet.
So let's hang up the night sky,
And die in the dim Lighght.
Reaching his eyes
A luminous hole struck.
Opening wide
The man dropped his gun
Towards the light
His faith had won
Exit the dark
Leave with conclusion.
Oh god was he cold...
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
It's a feather in my hat, to be booted off your site
A Merit Badge for me! And a big delight
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So you don't like my poems, you don't like my rhymes
That is why I write them, to **** you off Big Time
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Soon you will find out, where all ******* go
They go to burn in Hell, the place of never ending woe
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Poor poor Kevin oh tisk-tisk, are you a ****** Queer?
Probably you are, your Damnation draweth near
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
Trapped in a whirlpool by the same force that spins galaxies.
Foreseen futures through
scratched looking glass tragedies.
Gods move mice over icons on screens
flashing fashion scenes
Laws by has beens broken since
Macavity defied gravity,
tisk tisk,
the raw authority in my reality is risky
business
authored while the milky ways chalice leaks,
drip dripping...
...until it gets deeper into
black hole mystery
matching the cast of cats, no info,
can escape from it,
simply
no nymph wants to mate with me
stardust guts split,
they always run away from me
as if I was armed in armor wrapping
like a King, recent mummy
limping out the crypt sounding creepy
like steven king singing country.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
Does my time come? Reaper standing blinking,
I like to think I died overthinking.
Excellent at excelling the ceiling
of believing thoughts, to life I'm breathing.
Not comfortable but familiar,
my sweeping leaving thought: 'I'm out, see ya'.
Because I've grown accustom to dwelling,
on scenarios, in my mind yelling.
Yellow bellied lizards, listing in lisp,
elder trees tapping branches. Once more! 'Tisk'
Judgment daisy is here, with it's cold cheer,
passing by plausible baubles, why here?
So that's it, gone, done, dusted, broke, busted.
Esoteric to the last, brain's rusted.
I'll join stars, atomic consolations,
constellations racing for their placings.
Childs play maybe, yay the triumph of toys?
Oh. No. I think a light wave. Yes. White noise.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Take a Look at Eastern Europe, World War Three's about to start
Does anybody care? If the World gets blown apart
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Does anybody care, how many million will be dead?
Death Destruction Pain and Woe, this is what's ahead
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We'll watch it on the news, we'll watch the talking heads
We'll say oh tisk-tisk, then curl up in our beds
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Good thing it's over there, good thing it's far away
We will donate to some charity, and send them a bouquet
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
India and Pakistan, are gunna have a war
Who you gunna root for?...go send in the Peace Corps
Nobody over here, cares 'bout ******* *****
Reduce the population, and do it with Big Nukes!
Just a couple hundred million, will get blown away
Tisk-tisk oh ain't that sad, gone will be Bombay
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
All along I kept it under wraps for the wasps from the veld.
Their senses of smell and taste were the real denominators of ruining my case.
I tried my best to keep the silence but things were turning out to be a ****** mess.
Oh yes oh yes, how could I miss the simplest things.
From the moment she walked in she suspected something was amiss.
Tisk tisk tisk.
Of course she was gonna find my black list.
Fortunately I erased the single hint that could give it all away.
Gladly at the end of the day everything worked out perfectly.
I ended up Proposing to her ;)
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Winnie, I'll take you over Albert Finney.
You remind me of the city.
Kendall,your legs are nice.
They add just the right spice.
Tishtish, you don't even go tisk tisk
On your way to sheshe
Who doesn't go heehee
At all.
On a necessary ball.
Ramona, I know I'm not your Joe Bolona
And you can tell you don't have to use
The tona.
Georgia, I bet you remember Portia. Faces. Life
You're that right.
On and on.
Yeah my latest cluster.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC