"trues" poems
I’ll be sitting on the fence;
until the cows come home,
You can steal my thunder,
and you can break my bones.
Blood is thicker than water
and you’re the apple of my eye,
you may steal my thunder,
but you're a blessing in disguise,
Because honey!
You're just so easy on the eye,
It’s true I’m shallow;
but you're so easy on the eye.
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you move,
I like the way you groove,
I like the way you scream,
I like the way you shout,
I like the way you spit, (Swollow)
I like the way you pout!
Because honey
You're just so easy on the eye,
It's trues you're a monster;
but you're so easy on the eye!
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
I tried to write a poem for the moon.
I searched the earth for
words worth wooing you.
I made some pretty phrases for your face and your phases,
and thought I’d said it all.
But I’ve said nothing, because
Earth words won’t work.
I’ve just made a pile of noise from stupid earthling dirt.
I sent the pile into space, fueled by foolish grins, and waited (with pride!) for tides to bring you in.
My words were just quiet, colored dust against your atmosphere.
My grins and smiles can’t carry those dusty piles of
Noise into the wind
hard or far enough to make you near.
So I must DO.
To make a journey to the moon, I’ve got to makes some moves
instead of barking at your light.
I’ll start with exercise,
building thighs and biceps to
climb the skies
between
you and I.
Keeping shoulders wide so if
You light my planet up
I’ll keep you up at night.
Then I’ll scan by hand your every surface, where rough meets smooth, where your smooth keeps on going,
and where your toughs meet your trues.
I won’t leave it to my luck to have
my love
reach the moon.
I’ll learn how soft and where to land.
I’ll learn how strong you are and when
I need to have plan.
When to take my helmet off
when you need me
to be a man.
So, as moons do, if you get blue
I’ll have found and know and own
the fastest way
to get myself to you.
Next I’ll find out every
stone that broke
your heart,
every rock that smashed your sides
(starting with my pride) and make them pay for not watching their orbits.
I’ll clear the way and make the oceans do three quarters worth of work.
they keep the rhythm while you dance around the Earth.
If the sun
falls behind your time,
I’ll fire that ball of fire,
float around and put up flyers,
and find another star to make you shine.
Now, If I ever prove to be a
man who got the moon
I’ll still fill my pockets with dusty piles
Of favorite words
From Earth
every time I visit you.
And when I know I’m close
-it’s when my smile beams in your beams-
I’ll ignite those words I’ve gathered and shower you with comets upon comets of compliments.
Over time, in walking your valleys,
Napping in and mapping your grooves,
throwing comets at your craters, and
Staring at you
Through the roof;
One day those marks start shifting into the words I made sure to do.
At midnights and sometimes noons
They’ll see me from the Earth
Sifting out your smile, glowing in your dunes.
Written on your face in shiny piles,
“This Man Is Over The Moon.”
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 5:46 AM UTC
A little slice of the pie
I try to consume but I
throw it up every time.
Bulimic the scenic
route I take.
No mistake I meant to regurgitate.
Choking down lies, smiling like it taste great.
Get another helping of the American pie plate.
Washed down
with whiskey, strong and brown
like the strong and brown brothers
that scalped heads and used skins for covers.
Good morning, America!
Ignore the hysteria.
Pay attention to the sensations
on the surface area
Cap'n crunch
is more important Captains getting crunched
in a 13 year war we started off a hunch.
If you pay attention to the news
notice they ignore the trues
like the flammable water coming from your hose
or the fact you can't afford your children's clothes
We're buying apps and devices for $1200,maybe,
instead of $20 to buy a real ukelele
You see, we pay companies
to do things
because we're conditioned to be
to lazy when DIY was the real American dream.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
A lifetime felt with cheating hearts all echoed from my past, the promises trues and I love you s were each so very ment to last, so fine was this time of sharing built with honesty and trust, these vows now left inside my mind to slowly gather dust, I struggle through tomorrow searhing for hope yet fall behind, while broken dreams and silent screams play re_runs in bmy mind, its hard to tell whats wrong from real when dark cover dim the light, I close my eyes and dream a dream of heaven everynite, its all I know this misery I hold no guiding hands, these scars I show a lesson that I yet dont understand, another day awaits me in this life I call my own, a cruel delay frustrates me as I face this world alone, ill let words once said and tears lonly sheded rest peacefully in my heart, cause I know the pain of love in vain will always play its part, so with open arms i welcome such new dreams that will arrive, i only pray to find one day, A love without goodbyes
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
i cant stand myself without u
and frankly i feel its the world
the only one that will face me is my watch
the only one that will stand my smell is this cheap cigerette
the only one that will kiss me is the ***** bottle
with no one but my pillow to ******
you gave me your heart and i let it tumble
sports analysts would call that a fumble
the play was simple but i let it crumble
now another grows spiritually with u
i remember when it was just us two
before i put my neck in this noose
love is a war field with no trues
just guns guitars and blues
torn trousers,sheered shoes
ugly duckling great goose
virtual lovers distant soulmates
brought together by a common destine
separated by two separate fates
i wrote once its better a heart that loves than one that hates
i need you to love me
like Adam ******* on 51st dates
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
Body of a goddess
her features the oddest
that’s what makes her the hottest
she thought she knew love
until I teach her what a God is
I'm a preacher and a prophet
so when I reach her, I won’t stop it
pretty little eyes, they make my eye-max.
Thick thick thighs,
she makes my high max
I won't stop it, until she prospers
take the good with the bad and all the rest of her orders
like a gentleman, I let her *** first, then I switch up the orders
then give her comfort like her thumb hurts
**** in a dress, real pretty in my extra long t-shirts
make her feel so good, she'll never feel hurt
lovers before friends
so when it all ends,
we'll be right back
to where we begins.
She’s so bad,
that when she’s good,
she's Bad.
I'm kinda wishing
she would.
One in trillion,
best of a chosen few.
*** her in a bad way
she loves it when I do it that way.
Choker on with some high heels
So **** she's
given me the best of views
couldn’t imagine it any better
if I did it wouldn't trues
angel in the streets
under the sheets
she's a sinner
No trick or treats
finger licking good
she will eat,
sum good lovin
for dinner,
And whine
the whole time
until I
finally
deliver.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
My words’ hands’ tease:
They annoy the threads
Who clasp the right - to left -
Of your tender chest.
How, if well said,
For your parchèd Eyes,
Divine - yearning to wake
Your Life for Life’s sake.
So bleed thirst th’earth;
Heavens’ Hells gore torn
By juvenile Crush,
By me, in touch.
Wisp knives are born,
From Rebel Tear’s trail,
To Love - and caress;
Kind between your *******
Your crust proves frail
As it parts - to screams,
Exposing Young Heart, bare,
Exposed: to my stares.
Naked your dreams
Love, **** is your Soul.
I smile, to death’s sweep,
If your wings, you keep.
How cleanly celestial, Loved, your Trues;
Gladly my veins for the stunning, fair muse!
How gorgeous the flow of color and sound;
Madly I adore when you deny th’ ground!
This sophisticated dimension of vision, this display;
This spectacular spectrum fusing Winter Night - Summer Day!
Now return an absolute glance, brave, in the Looking Glass, New,
It is only you….
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
his barren field mind
a dust mote adrift in the vast ocean of
humanity's ever changing face
buoyancy of his heart can keep him afloat another day
for he is sure that as a good man
he can come to no harm
but in the haste of folly
is the seeds of what awaits him
his rough face looks out into distance
and knows no fear
or perchance just shows none
for every man has that kernel deep in his soul
that awaits him each night as he folds himself into his bed
that he dreads to
look at
i borrowed from the silence
i stole from the darkness
i leaned on the morning
and broke pieces off the sky
but sooner or later you have to pay the price
the words came harder to come by
the phrases that used to roll of my fingers
like sweet rain
now bleed like a cake of agony
eat it slow
relish each mouthful
like moms apple pie
presence
feel it
know its sad dark face
bleed with its sinister thought
so sure was i
but desire uncovers beasts inside of us
and her face may be fair
but its bitter bread
dry and harsh
diseased and barren
that one gags at you force yourself to feed on its flesh
bleed on her
as she looks up at you with trues loves gift
in her still innocent eye
touch her clean surface
taste her fresh sheets
knowing all the time inside
that from this moment it will never be the same
stolen the thing within
within the within
and you know it aint right
fourty years ago
and i could have known
did i know
was i warned
why am here
it was a nuance of the moment
that made him look to her for more
than just a fleeting release
more than some casual words meant to placate
she never asked him to build an empire
she only asked that he survive night
she had no dreams of riches
no aspirations of greed
he says to himself
to her
forgive me
far into the night
far into the depths of the soul
far into the realizations and rationalizations
that makes up a man
day to day
but distance will not restrain
the hand hand hoping to cease that fatal flaw
only reality can accomplish that
it is held hostage to the idea
that the soil of any soul
can be a home for the seeds of a future
born of such a presence
of such barren hope
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
UH!!!
LIVIN' THE GOOD LIFE
MACK 10'S ON MY SIDE
DAILY IN MY BARRIO
ITS HOMICIDE
BUT STILL SHOW MYSELF
I NEVER HIDE SLIDE IN AND OUT MY RIDE
MAKIN' STOP AND DROPS
GIVIN' PROPS TO THE HOMIES ON THE BLOCK
MUCH LUV TO MY HOMIES DOIN' TIME
HOLD YA HEAD TO THE SKY
CUZ WE KNOW THE DA (DISTRICT ATTORNEY) A LIES
**** THEM ******* I PICTURE MYSELF
5 YEARS AND IM BLASTIN'
HOW LONG WILL I LIVE
TIL MY LIFE IS GONE?
NO WORDS TO BE SAID
LABEL ME A OUTLAW RAW **** THE LAW
THATS HOW IM LIVIN' !!! YEA
GOOD IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD GOTTA JOB
PLUS LIL HOMIES PUSHIN' SMALL KEYS
FOR A G
BUT I TEACH 'EM HOW TO BE STEALTHY
NEVER MAKE YA SELF A SILHOUETTE
THATS THE FIRST RULES ONLY FOOLS
RUSH INTO THE HIGH LIFE
LIVIN' PAINLESS RELENTLESS
TRYNA GET OF PIECE
OF THIS AMERICAN PIE
SO MANY FOLKS DIE
WISHIN' TO BE RICH
BUT WHAT GOOD IS IT?
WHEN YA BURIED SIX FEET DEEP TUCKED IN A CASKET
I DON'T REALLY IF I DIE
AS LONG AS MY TRADITIONS MULTIPLY
REACHIN' ALL MY TRUES AND DONS
YOSEF THE ONE KEEP MY EYES ON THE PRIZE
DEATH NEVER COMPROMISE WISE
WITH MY MOVES I MAKE AVOID STRIFE
HOMIE!!
AND ENJOY THE GOOD LIFE
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Come trues
Come through’s
With the same question
Sleeping in the harbor
Thorough affairs
Right beside you
For everyone
Besides you
Ridiculous findings
Of subliminals
In the subconscious
Exhaustion slams on the breaks
Running on fumes
Check gas gauges
Blow past the yellow lights
But there’s not too much distance
Veering into your shoulder
Your’re off your head
Funny interpretations
The prime meridian
And the equator
Follow your fancies
Holding the final sum for ransom
Pudding skins
Melon *****
Berries
Muffins
We’re shivering around two candles
I hate this on street parking curfew
I keep getting up to check
To see if some quota filling officer of the law gave me a bogus ticket
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
what could she say for me to lose you ... ?
i'm in a war against keep
fighting an army of loose truth
& if you win, who loses ?
& if you lose, do I approve blue ?
it isn't sane for me to choose clues
over an ocean of proved truth
what do I lose if I lose you ?
all of my come-trues
have become you
& if you lose me, do you lose ?
I'm not this someone to hold onto
we can expand views if you choose to
open a window or your mouth
either will do
not to confuse strews with don't do's
I am through with all this proving
I'm a wanter wanting all of you
ensuing all this sousing
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
"Over, and over i wish for that perfect
come true.
Thinking of your mind, can i ever place it
in mine?
Days go by i forever see you in
my eyes as i look in every mirror.
Nights begins it's journey while i'm
left to worry.
Worry for that perfect come true.
Roses with their perfect pedals.
Waves with their mighty raw.
A sunrise followed by it's beautiful
set.
A skyline with your 50th story view.
So many "Perfect Come Trues"
Where are you."
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
Muse a fuse fuss over clued less
Issues rused to rescue cued few trues viewed suit mews meow moves reuse romance reseduce
hues unused yet waaaay due new-new iknew this is not aknew but how poet groupies doit smues huh?
Smoooooth ie
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
i dont always have the courage for myself
but i find it when it comes to those who walk in fear
i may not be tall or strong but i know
how to stand up for whats right
you make want to do right by your side
when i stand up everyone bails and trues to hide
you make the rules you break the rules
they dont matter as long as you stay true to yourself and heart
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
I made mistakes
But you must've too
I know you love me
But my love is so much more
It's the truest of trues
We've made such a history
And we can't forget
We can't let it all go
This is our final try
And we're giving it our all
I want it all to be okay
I want you
For as long as you'll have me
Let's make new memories
And wash away every painful one
Let's be
Just You
And Just Me.
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
Let's talk political, why because it's critical, do ya think you fit the bill,
On the street with a beat of the multi cultural heat,
That's startin to burn up and churn up, but no one will show up and turn up,
If it's a revolution for a solution to all the pollution,
That's forced in our brain, not for material gain, it's insane, and the same,
Over and over again and again,
It's on the news, bringing blues of lies and trues,
We want fair play, a decent wage pay, don't wanna lose at the game you play,
Listen with your ear, take the words you hear, do not fear, it's clear,
We're not the bad, but we're sad, at what we could of had,
You risk it, take the biscuit, take our lives and mess them up mixing it,
We're fed up, not getting told what's up and what's said by your head, as you lay in his bed,
He's your leader, the feeder, the taker of what we need yeah,
We're cryin for a voice, a choice, someone to make a noise,
Is it me...... T, unlikely to see,
I'm not brave, but I wanna save,
Humanity from all this insanity,
I'm no joke but I choke on the smoke,
Of the cultural heat on the street,
I know....... I'm just to sweet.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
Emotions flooding in me,
As the tears roll down my face.
As the person I care for,
Is having thoughts of harming themselves.
Being unaware,
Feeling helpless.
Feeling as if you're not trust worthy enough.
To have them open to me,
In time of need.
Scared to tell me;
That there having thoughts of suicide.
Thoughts of losing me?
But what about ME?
What about ME!
Wake up one day, and you're not there.
What the ****
******
What about me!
To scared to open up to me,
I admit.
Me speaking about my thoughts.
I would never.
"I'm fine".
Shut up.
Those words are a way of hiding one trues emotion.
If you was okay, would there be thoughts of suicide?
Telling me you're fine. Partially faking that you're happy.
So when i fall asleep,
Thoughts enter.
4 in the morning and you're lonely.
You took that belt,
As if it's the answer to your nightmares.
You took that blade.
As if it's the answers to your suicide dreams.
Afraid of telling me because you were to afraid of losing me.
But what about ME?
******
What about ME!
Not knowing everything isn't alright.
You telling me it's just a dream,
As if you didn't try killing yourself last night.
What about me..
Me.
What if . I ..
Send you a text, and I got no response?
What if that suicide attempt passed and your soul wasn't alive?
Anger building up in me.
You telling me, that you're hanging up.
That you're sorry.
I hate sorries.
Stop telling me that you're sorry
I'm not forgiving,
I'm not forgetting.
I'm a little tore up inside.
What can you do to help a person, who's afraid of losing you, when you're afraid of losing them The most?
What if it was "I" who attempted those suicide attempts.
Told tou nothing.
You woke up to no reply back to ones text,
Messages bein sent to you.
Telling you,
That I tried to **** myself last night, and it went through.
How would you feel?
****** how would YOU FEEL?
Last phone call of the night.
Because I do not feel right.
I feel so angry.
Why couldn't he have told me?
What about me.
******
What about ME?
I could of lost you physically.
Baby..
What about me.
Us.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Tie me up with lies,
gag me with half trues..
Handcuff me to your heart,
swallowing the key..
But no I can escape you
at any time.
But I like to see you struggle, to keep
me under check.
Who is the prisoner,
"I know its not me,
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
Black hole
Dark soul
I can see you
I know how you roll
I'm in control
Roll your dice
Try your luck
I am nice
Out-of control
Spin soul
Tricks on you
Boo hoo
Okay trues
Let's leave it there
You are you
And I care...
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
They called it the flesh rose for it was unique in
its aroma of deceased essence that filled the room
like a morgue of beauty. they were in a row some
petals had been harvested while there was still
another where these pink hues were contorted
on the harshness of what lingered around them.
I looked upon its loneliness as just husks of stalks
still yearning to show what once was but now just
imaginary on it endings like those of limbs now
vacated but the feeling still that what was there.
I needed to do this to show my family I was worthy
of there yearning or be as vacant a what I look upon.
Competent of there wishes, family is first? But I'm
not of them I'm of myself, but this is the tailored
ways of what was and what must be. I didn't even
know what was my beckoning until I was of age.
My youth had faded and now I was blossoming
like the rose, I was told what was to become of myself.
Where is my innocence faded with trues of how they
saw me, I was but a moment of seething disappointment
yet no actions were uttered upon my conciseness, I felt
nothing but fondness from my family. But that was
then this is now, I escape in to my reflections and no
that this isn't what I wanted but I must concede or fade.
I pull each petal from the stem and I sense a censorship of
what I can only sense as pain. The first one nearly eviscerated
my senses as it lays dormant inside. My tongue an autopsy
table and this petal still sensing life but slowly fades until I
dissect it with my teeth and then it is departed to that place
where all that no longer beats lingers in oblivion.
I consume all the petals till a vacant lot is all that still lingers.
The taste eventually got better as my taste buds were cremated
under the onslaught of each petal. I felt my insides start to go
vacant as all that was slowly ebbed away like a wick on a candle
my recesses faded into ashes. I felt empty but nothing mattered
as I was but a husk of inconvenience, I was but a shade of before.
My family were waiting till I exited as I walked through I coughed
and black butterflies escaped and each one was captured and
consumed by all that were lingering silent within the room.
*"My daughter you are not of normality now,
"You are of the emptiness,*
Longer was my life as I aged but a moment over the times of my life.
As a shell I was able to reconstruct myself an advantage of my
birth right, and when one of us unfortunately departed and
a vacant was needed then a child was adopted and now it is
nearly the time of my daughter. I love her like my own,
but she needs to be as vacant as I, not as she was before.
"My darling you need to see a rose unlike any another,
A birth right not taken lightly by those who took it, to full
you must become completely empty of mortal coils, come taste
the petals of a flower pink in hues and become family.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Hold fast my Heart, spare not the quick words and hard trues,
For beating within my breast is not a fragile instrument,
Rather an empty book, whose lonely pages crave ink.
Be still my Breath, waste not your time on empty words and hollow phrases,
Find instead that sublet gasp, the slight intake that precludes the wondrous
Moment that steals you away.
Find calm dear Thoughts. Though much about the world can be thought,
Think only of those worth thought. The Sunsets of life, the wonders of morning.
Dwell on angels placed in our paths, not the demons that haunt our pasts.
Stand strong stalwart Spirit! You keep the time-honoured values alive.
With gentle hand you greet the world, with firm stance you steady our feet,
Keeping us ever vigilant, ever curious, ever loving.
Be proud, good Soul. Never give way to the forces of darkness,
Never give way to the words of fools.
Cherish the rays of light that break through lifes' dark canopy.
Always remember, always forgive, and greatest of all, love.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
1. you’re hanging on my frame,
and i’m
looking for something wrong with you,
and i’m
not finding any holes, or stains,
or stitches that forgot their function,
you’re unexpectedly immaculate
and just my taste,
a one-of-a-kind that makes me
believe in soulmates,
you fit just right,
the good kind of tight
that hugs every curve
desperate for affection,
compliments my most specific parts,
sparks joy through every
vein and pore,
lifts the highlights,
and drowns the low,
i can’t comprehend
what possessed your possessor
to let you slip,
so i flipped you outside in,
searched every seam,
and everything was
just as good as it seemed,
now i’m baffled that someone
banished your beauty
to bargain bins for this
beggar who can’t choose,
who’s spending her last dime on you,
so forgive my fears you’ll fall apart
secondhand has rarely taken me far.
2. you’re wrapped in my arms,
and i’m
looking for something wrong with you,
and i’m
not finding fault in your clumsy smile,
or fading facade,
or ink poked imperfectly
over scars,
or how you warm what
the radiator doesn’t reach,
how you learned the rosetta stone
of my love languages,
and lately i’ve been
desperate for affection,
you compliment my most specific parts,
exactly what i needed
cause i’ve never felt ease,
and we’re a crooked coordination
the kind of mismatched that’s pleasing,
still i can’t fathom
why you’ve settled for scribbled songs
when it’s symphonies you’ve earned,
so i turned you outside in
looking for one fatal flaw,
found it written in your
sobered skin, but i can
overlook an imperfect timeline,
i’ve wiped my own clean
washed it down with wine,
so sorry to cling, to become parasitic,
i’ll pry myself off, please just be patient,
and forgive me for fearing this is all in jest
i’ve just never had more than second best.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
Bottom line mind
Drip
Drip
Plop. Liquifacts
to think sleep fallingly
as annoying as
insomnia,
without
inspiration, then
You know, lowest realm,
fundus mundus real as ever.
Your most certain puddle
of all we knew, splashed
into and rippling
base line condensation, drips
seeping
desleeping po et
al ment potentcy
dropping,
ponding, deep below,
still, blackest black
to look into
using your
own curious wish
to follow
preinvested
mental funds first bet
on tomorrow being
worth rising
to find plain truth
as simple as pi and phi
in basic spirit satisfaction
-never failing perfectly
round and round and up to down
vision apparently evaluable
listened to as we spin
weighed
worth thinking through
wrong ways down
discerning bits useful
valuated trues exchanging
good guesses graces
for missed chances
to catch time lines
confluencing right
at terminal velocity, feeling still
as slowly as ifery falling
drips forming
meandering streamlets
infilling
curiousness wise
cerebral-itiosity's thought sea
of accumulated blessings and cursings
needed most assuredly to get through tonight.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC