"trife" poems
Women like you make me realize
I should open my eyes
What's right in front of me
Is all I'll ever need
My one girl
In our one world
Females like you are the reason
I should cherish mine
Fine dining and wine
Everything top of the line
Feed her grapes off the vine
Make the *** chill her spine.
It just won't get any better
I got a trend setter
And my bed couldn't get wetter
Girls like you are the reason
Im gonna change my life
Make her my wife
And end all the trife
Things that I do
I have queen
Who knows she means
This whole world to me
For eternity
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 12:36 PM UTC
I'm like Gangrel I burn hotter than a ****** of devil my damphiric killer instinct runs deep into my soul mending bending and twisting what you think is a weakness dents in the armor I bring to battle I go to war on the floor while your rhymes **** more than a who're symphonic with the flow so solid like onix lyrical high like I spit the chronic hits like a **** leaving hoes wetter than a just washed thing what's wrong didn't think that the kid brought bars if you stand before me you'll fall before me I known you abhor me but ya girl adores me like loose leaf or sweet leaf Osbourne I'm still sore from last night another fight slept with another dudes wife I bring trife strife and drama enforcer like a flying saucer animated like flip o rama
Cranberry ***** harder than a just busted cherry it's scary what I do to this microphone it's my own when I'm in the zone
drops
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Does anyone wants to be alone in the dark
Lost without directions just flesh and a heart
We all become stranded from day to day
Hoping that we will find someone compatible with the same faith
But we seem to see the same grey face
scary as hell locking love to someone that doesn't prevail
Getting beat up inside so our mental starts to swell
Our emotions becomes the cell building blocks without a bail.
A common trick lead out by logic sense
The way you've cried tears a underwater metropolis
The wounds are cut, so thick blood are shooting from your veins
You try to hide the pain so you sing hymns but reminisce
About a love you once had back in pages of your life
From the way you met to the grity lust sessions living trife
But nobody made any type of effort to keep you on a path
To righteousness they rather see you struggle living fast
What type of wrath is this it makes me mad and ****** to see a women cursed
with imaginary gauges on there abdomen.
To realize that a man a breed like me to treat there opposite with such grief
No true beauty they just see a simple piece of meat
But you can't blame a man we hunt **** but in the end we are all poisoned
From something we misused
By the way we neglected something so good
But in a way to much of anything can **** you.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
So I'm looking at my city
In pity
Being lured by these celebrities
That don't give a **** bout thee
They only doing it
Because they were told
Them challenges growing old
I challenge them to put up a real price
But if they did it'll cost them their life
So back up unto my bayonet knife
You fools so trife
Thinking you got me fool
But your merely a tool
Them secret societies
Gotta keep eying thee
Cuz you'll never bite the hands
That feeds
Say it's from the heart
But behind closed doors Its really greed
Since we can't seem to stop the corruption
Know that hurricane Harvey was planned for abruption
Out the blue gas prices blew
At the time of a crisis
Now I bet they'll somehow
Link it to Isis
From the megachurch
To the where the hobos lurk
It was a disaster
But tell how they became sword masters
Words that is magic being done
And nobody seems stunned
Its all a game and we the pieces on the chess board
Controlled weather
To bring us together
Millions of homes damages
Only to find out
You got no flood insurance
Another way to pay
a tax
Willfully without a say
Then they say
The american peeps wanted it that way
And who are these people's
They them the ones who control
The spoils of the earth
Who put you in debt before your natural birth
Cursed a demonized monetized
Right before your eyes
Hopefully you'll realize
They visualize your capital lives
Wake up and read in between the lines
Because our souls are on the dotted lines
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
Got a problem?
I can make thousands
millions
all up in the ceiling
mosaic tiles
blue and gold
holding down the albums
memories so soft and sweet
buttercream to wisdom teeth
picking out the files with an ax
and you can ask
any fella on the street
what he thinks
he'll say he doesn't,
we're honest by nature
nomenclature
soggy,
**** sapiens forever
loving bones and gorillas
never feel ya
quite the same
as that time in the attic
with the static
in our brains
it was insane
the way we thought our thoughts
touched touches
with more
would have scored
had it not been for the spiders-
frisky little things
squashed em long ago
and that's why they don't have wings,
unnecessary condition
apparitions to trife
made a foxy wolf lick his chops
take Peggy for a wife.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Tell me what I wanna hear
Tell me that you really care
Spank me baby,pull my hair
I don’t care, I don’t care
They say love just isn’t fare
I’ll love you long like she’s not there
All of me is here to bare
And when you flee,I’ll still be here
Your wife for life
Well life is trife
Make love to me,but please do flee
Your wife awaits, come back I’ll wait
The way you get them
Is the same way you’ll lose em
I’ll have your gold and lots of gems
Perhaps a house,brand new whip too
But I’ll never have you.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
Roses shrivel in winter’s core
Skies decay on mountain’s gore
In lies a youth with severed paws
Death is crawling on all fours…
In the meadows of a shepard’s land
Lays a mother on rigid sand
Staying there for which she will
Tomorrow she must pay her bill…
A long distance so far away
A father of four can all but stay
For he, a widower can leave no trail
Of the ever-lasting love, doomed to fail…
Lonely is as lonely does
Reeks the evil of Morsel’s couz
A wretched soul for which he rusts
Now that bellows in the dust…
Strange although all is true
The youth is dead, cold and blue
The mother in prison with many a trife
Killing her child has given her life…
The reunion of two ruined souls
Buried side-by-side near the blinded moles
Morsel’s couz will burn in hells might
Forever a figure of wicked light.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
these dark days slowly fade to dark nights,
we fight now for justice, just to keep our minds right
never blindsided by the limelight cuz in hindsight
whats inside will be decided when we hit trife times
now say it five times
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right
dark days spark ways to face stress
stuck in this placeless mindstate so we chase death
we face death every day but death is faceless
at best the right thing is just the best guess
but restless minds quickly grow weary
we think big and the truths a weapon we all carry
but most fear to lose and cling to every breath
freedom is not a given the blinds on the deck
what u fight for's what you get
I can't be tortured to give up my fortress
neither bought with fortunes
they can rob my orchard, but cant dig up the seeds,
so I shoot for the stars to make them all bleed
just to paint the picture that one day they all fall,
but somehow the worst of them land on all fours
endorsed by the four horsemen
if we play their game we all forfeit never seeing our reinforcements
the art of war we sell it door to door
there's more where this came from stored in distorted forms
seek and destroy their sin secretly kept under the rug
take their gloves off and dig their fingertips for blood
its all love tho I've been appointed to
present my resentment and my point of view
cause I can see beyond the horizon my eyes went
back and forth in time beyond the lies and advertisements
and found things u might find surprising
it entices u when someone slices you and dices
when someone tries to do you what they did to Christ
you feel the crisis you heard lies you hear the cries
give up the slightest fear and fight along the righteous
keep control keep conscious and don't roll with the punches
it might just work you never know just pull the lever,
be the cleverest than let her go
these dark days slowly fade to dark nights,
we fight now for justice, just to keep our minds right
never blindsided by the limelight cuz in hindsight
whats inside will be decided when we hit trife times
now say it five times
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right
we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right we fight now for justice just to keep our minds right.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
It is so easy to get angry these days
Especially when my mind is in a haze
I don't wish to be like this
I know that there is something amiss
I enjoy most aspects of my life
Although I am nearing my trife
Hardships come and hardships go
They always say you reap what you sow
I am lazy and full of shame
I really am only to blame
My actions and words are often dumb
So I may as well just **** my thumb
I have no dreams or aspirations
I only desire a long vacation
To move to a place far far away
Where I may look at the trees every day
Never to worry about money or fame
I would extinguish this screaming flame
My life now begins with me
I only wish that I could flee
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
If you check the forecast
I bet you wouldn't figure that all of the people who were once starring in your life will later voluntarily accept a cameo role
They'll cast the brotherhood right into the wind
No matter the degree of the cordiality
If you check the weather now the radar will predict clear skies
Eventually there will be turbidity and heavy rainfall
And a thunder storm that will send all of the forged people striking
You'll be cold as hail
But you'll rather be cold as hell
Before you be hot as pandemonium surrounded by counterfeit persons
So I encourage you to check your forecast before you cast your life with beings who's used to being trife or slight
If they're unwilling to walk with you through your tight fog
I will give you an insight
Don't allow your eyes to precipitate
Monitor your satellite
And it's so SAD about life
So you'll have to condense your map
And don't allow everyone to make the legend
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
It dawned upon me, it is purposeless
To live and be alive with a heart in strife.
Teethering on the edge, limitations by trife
The world long forgotten before it's reformation.
It does not manifeast fear in my heart;
I am willing to be more than a catalyst.
My creations and values will not suffer
at the cost of obtaining my own self gratification
I hope my death makes more sense than my life.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
I will love for life
But refuse to live for love.
The idea of needing someone
This thought is trife.
The idea of dying alone
It's far from in love.
Confusion of my worth
Do I deserve a family, a wife?
I said it once and I'll say it again
This notion is trife.
Clarity will confront you
Just stop staring at the lights.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
My baby’s mother
Term used to describe me
Classifying me, derogatively
Term used by a man
To whom on his own 2 feet he can’t stand
A man who despises his seed
Yet, continues to breed
Expecting me to remain in one place
Quickly yelling he needs space
Cause he needs to find himself
No time for us
But always makes time for anything else
Constantly hollering he feels left out
Don’t know what being a father is all about
No child support yet needing clothes for court
Depending on me to be in his corner
To his seed he’s a foreigner
My baby’s mother
A phrase used by a man
Who can’t seem to stand
The seed he produced
Who won’t reduce his love for the street life
Taking hoochies for his wife
Rather live trife
Rather be free and neglect his responsibility
Blaming me, shaming me, steadily smoking blow
Claiming he loves us; yet, it fails to show
Reducing me to nothing
Placing me in the midst of drama
Oh yeah, I’m just his baby’s mama
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Worldly obsessions take hold
of the confident and bold
regressing in will
swallow that pill
craddle that bottle
watch him wobble
with ignorance
and greed
drop to your knees and plead
with the lord
you're bored
and sore
from the whiplash of life
the universe is trife
my words corrupt and slaughter
flowing like ***** tap water
I speak for the dumb
I hear for the deaf
breath for the breath
less
and this should be enough
what makes you so tough
you snarl and growl
fowl as ****
In your skin tight jeans and pick up truck
good luck
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
The Grim Reaper
Is an alcoholic weeper
Searching the earth
For souls lost at birth
He lays his bare knuckle against my door
I welcome him, another sailor washed ashore
He offers a drink which I do not take
I am allergic for goodness sake!
However, I offer him an ear
Everybody needs someone to sit and hear
What he does not know is that I've been to hell and back
I have walked through his abysmal black
I have lived where there is no life
My world tends to be nothing but trife
I feel his pains, as I have felt
I cannot deliver what has been dealt
The Grim reaper has left my home
Left free to wander and roam
He walks out looking like me
Walking around triumphantly
He became me
Before I became bones
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 5:12 PM UTC
WHEN I WAS IN COLLEGE I WAS THE
"STRUGGLING TYPE"
I WENT THROUGH DOUBT, FEAR, TROUBLE, AND TRIFE
ASKING questIONS LIKE,
"WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WITH MY LIFE?"
WELL I DON'T KNOW
BUT I DO KNOW THIS:
I WANT A WIFE
I WANT KIDS AND I WANT TO WATCH THEM GROW
I WANT TO BE SITTING IN THE FRONT ROW
OF MY LITTLE GIRL'S SHOW
SEE MY SON MAKE THE WINNING SHOT
YA KNOW?
I WANT TO BE RECOGNIZED
LOCALLY
NATIONALLY
GLOBALLY
I WANT TO KNOW THIS WILL HAPPEN
BUT RIGHT NOW ITS JUST
"HOPEFULLY"
SO HOW CAN CHANGE A HOPE INTO A DEFINITE?
HAVE MOMEMNTUM KEEP ME OUT OF DEFICIT
I'M TRYING TO FIND OUT
THAT'S THE quest I'M IN
I NEED THESE ANSWERS
SO I CAN STOP
questIONING
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
Living so trife,
Life after THE life,
The urge to go back,
Like the edge of a knife,
It cuts through my skin,
Hits my bones but I grin
Cause the pain that I feel,
Is LIFE, being lived REAL.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
Something's in the air between
The two of us
That God himself would be
Quite jealous of
Electric finger tips on my body
Bring me to life
Resucitate me
This dormant vessel of trife
We are what not anyone can repeat
Step in my door, looking for a treat
The way your cheeks glow so sweet
Never think twice about taking that leap
Look into my eyes, taking more than a peek
Would never tell you no, you're my flavor of every week
See, things were just fine
For those years you weren't mine
Took is as it came
Always took the blame
But thing's have got to change
Sometime, as goes the saying
I can only love you for so long
Before I'm so ******* gone
So gone, so gone
Won't look back, no
I wouldn't dare to
Would be sad to see you go
But I'm always ready for worst
While I've got eyes on the best
Holding you to my chest
But underneath
I've always got my bullet-proof vest
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Between ropes all life, can't let up
Fight fiends with strife, fed up
Life feels like it's sped up
Drinking fluid only from red cups
Loud noise equals life strats
Keyboards, drums, strings and frets
People think they having fun and don't fret
Eating words from musicians, spoon fed
I've led this life and it feels trife
Reminiscing of time lost makes me reel and cry
When brains feel like they're deep fried
When the dream you worshiped, it seems lied.
Riding every morning
Hiding all the phoney
feelings when your roaming
You don't feel like going
But the drugs just keep on flowing
When women exist only for blowing
When lean red eyes are showing
The life you know is boring
So it's either live a husk of party life
Or a slow knife in your back as a part of hive.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
The world sees the playful orange in you.
But your soul feels the weight that is due
Passion hot as red
Look at all the places it has lead
But ending always in dread
Pills, potions and tonics
But are they your true hedonic
Blue so warm and inviting
But act you continue rewriting
Stripped of all your shells
Open your mouth and yell
Romance and love , to hard to get
But you grab for that allusive net
The first women in your life
But she caused you so such trife
So many you have loved
But none fit like that velvet glove
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
I don’t stand out because my clothes are on point
I am not memorable because my intellect is one of a kind
My speech and my gait wouldn’t be considered the best
And there’s nothing the world I can do better than the rest
My song's just simple enough to be overlooked
My presence often dismissed, rarely brooked
Ordinary are my thoughts, nothing ever so divine
My remembrance but a modest dot in the elaborate design
I am not so lousy either as to draw a lot of attention
Just adequate enough to probably win consolation
While my story may be generic, familiar and trife
I am appropriately average to be living my finest life
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
Have you ever wanted something so bad ,
To be with someone so much,
To do anything you can,
And for it not to be enough,
Can't overcome the past,
Your feeling it wont last,
You always feeling harrassed,
All these feelings amassed,
On the darkest of nights,
I look for your glow,
Among the shadows,
Of your fiery soul,
I'll sift through the darkness,
In search of the spark,
That intrigued my mind,
And stole my heart.
You want to take it slow,
And that I already know,
But I really don't know,
How slow I can go,
Patience is a virtue
Of the strong,
Not what I'm known for,
But cant move on.
Want you in my life,
But at what cost
Filled with trife,
Maybe forever lost.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
it's in my hands
i can bend and shape it
through force of will
manipulate it
through breath of life
i manifest it
master techniques
through acts of patience
each page represents
mental exorcism
reshaping the minds
of the mad possessed
press the **** switch
then let the weak digress
in the ignorance of
their own shattered mess
the excuse they call a life
is trife
i've been lied to not once
but too many times
i can't find the time
to put trust in mankind
when freedom is found
when one with the mind
have faith in the soul
determined to grow
through the things that this life
has never been shown
and never expected
while always neglected
the meek will inherit
the crowns of gold
not bought and sold
this isnt for trade
never will i give in
to this price of pain
as for me and my house
we'll live without shame
this love represents
those who feel the same
it's a bond that links
and connects us
through like-minded
verses spoken
through the stress
and all the commotion
we speak peace
to mend a heart broken
praying that
this pain subsides
with every bar
and note for note
and line for line
the time has come
to be the one
to resurrect hope
because when
it's all said and done
i'm going
to be the one
that will rise in the morning
elevate with the sun
and bask in its rays
illuminate the day
the journey's just begun
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
The cawing crow,
Object of strife,
Does have its place
Here in this life.
Its hue is dark
Its numbers rife.
It sounds of caw
And not a fife.
To the farmer
And to his wife,
The crow is but
A fowl most trife.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Beneath my skin composed in shackles of death
Rot quickens the final sequence of life.
The love we held, lost its final kiss upon my dying breath
With every twist of fates rusty knife.
Of my final conscious thoughts, the flame,
Atop the golden stick of life,
Smoldered the glory days of what we could have been.
Oh So! In truth it twas only a bitter wonted romance of trife.
Where maggots crawl in my lifeless corpse- now,
The cold caress of the casket suppresses me from you.
From the tree roots of stable boughs,
To green grassy knolls,
The crumbled dirt you clinch and sow
Will be the final gift OF me to you.
Between life and death,
Your love lurks over the edge of time,
To the dark depths of my untimed demise.
Divergent from the buoyant dreams of temporal nights
The defiant cycle of earth’s seasons
Bid no recant
To past moments you may regret.
Love was lost
And fate was found-death.
Decayed in the skin, sowed under ancient earth,
Of the warm body you once caressed.
Forever gone, the moments of young, unsought love
You still hold within your beautiful mind.
Forever lost, the life you once held.
Love forever lost, the feelings you will never find.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC