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Purcy Flaherty Feb 2018
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!
conceited, self image,  narcissistic
Colt Jul 2021
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.”
It was fun but I’m back to Earth now!
Timothy Brown Jun 2013
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.
© June 27th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
Tracy rex Feb 2013
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
Bunhead17 Sep 2014
Carlos was born in killa cali
Was walking down an alley and caught a bullet in his head that left him bleeding badly. He lost everything at that moment except his life
He lost his hearing lost his movement and he lost his sight
He laid there in a coma
But man nobody cared
The Gospel preached in his neighborhood? Nobody dared
But los got up out the coma got and was able to hear
A missionary shared the gospel to his open ears
He got saved got trained got discipled
Back to hood
You could find em preaching the bible
He led a homie to Christ from his same hood
Part of Church plant
Come on now ain't his name good
This is blessing but I'm stressing that this is not the norm
We need leaders and belivers to help carry it on
But who would minister in a sinister part of town
I pray if Jesus is calling you that you would be found

Eric used to go to bible study as a kid
He got older and started doing what the hood did
A rival gang caught him slippin tried to take his life
But the jammed up so them beat him nice
He woke up in the hospital singing bible songs
Praise God he had a place to learn the bible from
But then he gets saved and wanna preach Christ they make him change his whole culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture outta nazereth and used a couple fisherman who people saw as hazardous
The feet are beautiful if only they'd go
If ain't nobody in hood preaching how will they know?
Eric is better used taught trues in his context
Somebody please plant a church in his projects.

In Luke 4 16 on down to 21 jesus says he's messiah says hes the chosen one
But more than that he quotes Isaiah
That shows our savior targets oppressed captive blind and the broke I'm saying
Had a heart for the poor had a heart for the low
And 1st John 2:6 is way we should go
In Dueteronomy even tho they under the law
The tithes every third year the poor got em all
I ain't sayin you wrong if you live in burbs
I'm sayin turn your attention to the hood cause we hurting
Man if you ain't burdened please pick up your word an
Tho this world is going down while we here we can serve him
We bring this to the streets because we knew the streets
I pray that more would be burdend to have beautiful feet
You never knew the streets but truth is what you preach
I pray to God you'd be burdened for beautiful feet.
Go, go, go (run with those beautiful feet)
Go, go, go
You hold the truth that saves so run and shout it to the world
They can't believe in something they ain't never heard
Go, go, go and run with those beautiful feet
By Christian. Rapper Lecrae Moore
Romans 10:14-15 says...How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can anyone preach unless they are sent? As it is written: “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!”
Living Whiskey Oct 2012
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
Styles Feb 2017
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.
Andrew Robinson May 2010
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….
mark john junor Sep 2013
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
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 
hillary litberg Jun 2019
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.
Tommy Johnson Mar 2014
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
"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."
Julie Butler May 2015
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
This is for the
Real homies n thugs
Hangin' on the block
Still cockin' a glock
To the cops
Slangin' dope pushin' hoes
N what not?
N we still swangin' with open tops
Monte Carlo on elblows
What the **** ya know?
About it my nigguh i been in the game
For decades
All these phonies still throwin' shade
pac made a legacy
Pat made a legacy
***** made a legacy
Now these fools rejectin' me
Because im on some mob ****
Nigguh
Any interference
Gets yo wig split nigguh
Know the game
I still got my soul
But fightin' flame
Stir up the hornest nest im the best
To ever touch mic
As the words rumble off my chest
I gotta deep voice no baby boy here
I attract dark clouds everytiem i go near
The industry
They dont like nigguhs like me
Got everyfool snitchin'
In the hood for a little money
Maybe its just me?
Or im seeing to close
Got me shootin' at ghost
Burn out ashes
From smoke sessions
Got the smith n wessons
Bust at haters now they cant be questioned?
My trues know we never talk to the feds
Cuz in the ghetto
Ya know that'll be yo ******' head
Now ya devoured
But i had to switch to **** to high powered


Hoochies still poppin' *******
Tryna to get me
Caught in the child support industry believe me
It was planned since slavery
Got us turnin' our backs on each other
I cant even reach to my brother
Without him pullin' out a strap
Dear mama
I know i wasnt perfect
But i kept my head above the surface
Barely breathin'
Hard to survive stayin' alive
Miss me with all that jive
These fools on the mic
Aint talkin' about what he say
She say??
Silly *** nigguhs n *******
Get **** out of my way
I was young then but im grown now
Nocturnal i got the senses of an owl
Im the systems problem child
Try to arrest me in the flesh
But all they get is a ghost arrest
Im too smart for these fools
By the time they find me
I'll be on a cruise sippin' exquisite *****
I choose
Life over death
This aint really living
Society color blind thats what justice
Can't  see
The truth is that they want us to fight
Divide n conquer
Is the oldest trick known to man
And if you dont understand
The masterplan
Yea need a brain showered
Shock ya shells
From being high poweredddds

katrinawillrich Mar 2015
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
****....the....
New age rappers
Nigguhs sounds like slaves
Tryna bring plantations
Back
Aint no power in owning gats ?
Stupid nigguhs
Talkin' hard
But scared to pull the trigger
In the 90s we talked about silly ****
Drugs n **** but
Along with commentaries
Now it seem the young revolts only
See the cemetery early
If you catch on early
To the ******* two ******* to the pulpits
How can i follow God when im a God?
Image of a man dont understand
Confusion was made from us
But since i got no heart
I got no one to trust
But myslef so **** the drug cartels
Snitches ******* glitches
N ******* who was sent from Hell
Is it me or the industry?
Trying to take away black males masculinity
Women is the new men
I say **** that !
Men hold yo guard
And bump that !
New age ******* out the way
Cuz if you stay wit it the courts will say
You cant do this or that
But i fire back
Wither it be clinched fist or
Firin' a gat
Dont care the game is changed
Nigguhs sellin' out for a lil fame
Got everybody actin' black?
Cultural Jacks?
Spittin' wack tracks now thats a fact?
How is em deemed the rap god ?
When **** was handed to him how odd?
Is that ignorance is bliss
What happened to the real lyricist
Most will think of this as a diss
Dont care i stop n stare
Lookin' into the eternal sunshine
I see marley easy pac n biggie
Speakin' to me
Through the blunts n Hennessey
Maybe im passed drunk POD'd
Or is just me reachin' a new spirituality
Reals labelled fakes fakes labelled real
Now nigguhs dont even ****
Only over mass appeal
Tight dresses lookin' gay muslims
And the media loves to surpress us
We still joking about slavery
Butwhat would happened if they came to present day
And i seen one of the slaves with a cut off foot Would he laugh?
At us sayin' nigguh or will he provoke a bloodbath?
Smile now ya **** sho will cry later
Im not a hater just an intellectual debater
And if you got beef with me
Line up but its going to cost ya
Cuz aint nothing for free
So to my trues paying they dues
To society do ya time quietly
And when you break out time due
Im going to send the crew
Minorities against the world
Silence the elite soon to delete
There souls off the atmosphere here me clear
Dont ever fear
A nigguh that breaths the same air as you
******* gone do?
When them.boys in blue come for you?
Imma stay heavily heated and bust shots
Til the judicial system departed
Put a strain on there chain links
Now im spiritually awarded

Infamous one Jan 2013
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
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.
yeah it's time for the hood to stand on they feet
and rep the code of the street
knockin out m and m
with polos shirt
polo jeans and black timbs
extracting limbs
we marchin' like platoons sending dooms
hits like Beruit
these fools is fruit
sweeter than Nabisco
keep the Crisco
roll the molly up slow
so ya know my flow
is smooth and mellow
castin bellows not ya modern day fellow
black as Othello
not Shakespeare
but my gun can make you transform
into the invisible atmosphere
here me clear I have no fear
pressure ya like peers steer
this rap game back to correction
once I make the alignment
hataz get confinement
extort loot like embezzlements
this ain't for embellishment
yeah I'm  hell sent
far from a repent
and you feel my presence
without my presence
I'm coasting beats roasting
leave tracks toast and
who? hotter than me
I beat any and every
emcee that trys to step to me
I'm like sensory
but the message is conveyed cuz I paid
my dues with trues
I deliver rhymes fast
like heard of bad news
so ya know yallin the defeat
try a compete
competition in a sleep
c uz I be the code of the streetts




is it pain or madness
I'm attracting to?
check the door that ya step through
mystical mysterial
stackin' underground
imperials
now your inferior
blacks n latinos
be the surperiors
along with the indians and haitian to jamaican we ain't fakin we takin' mass land ******. a perfecto master plan
because
I like seeing bodies turn blues
like they choked out
gaspin' for air
I don't care
shouldn't have step into my lair
yeah yo rhymes
thin
as a follicle hair
stock rhymes like cement brick layers
true ol school playa  
I be the black Flair
make ya girlies
say wooo beating down crews
like Egyptian slaves none could pave
a pathway I lay
more holier than scripture graphic picture
had to be censored
parental advisory is needed
when it heated like friction
breaking jurisdiction
**** this bias *** system
cold lynching us
mad at us cuz we
still alive
and our guns bust put trust
in myself
I'm a moor short
for Hebrew pointin out the fake h
Jews
ya know ya time is limited
shy but far from timid
runnin the game like Emitt
Smith take a spliff so I can get a lift
and let the hydro take me to astral
let the thoughts flow
on the beat giving subliminal for the code of the streets
Tina ford Jun 2014
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.
Marie Love Apr 2016
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.
Poetic T Aug 2019
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,
Poetic T Dec 2016
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.
Burst Mar 2015
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...
Brock Hargreaves Feb 2014
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.
Yeah one luv to my trues
Death to my blues

Yeah out with the old
In with the new
Yosef is all brand new
Manfuactured mentally and physically
I'm even crazier than I used to be
No feelings attached I detached
My heart no luv
Break my foes apart
Stick em like darts
With my words like a sword
Welcome to my game board
Where all enemies is pawn
And I reign as a Don
The victorious one
Now I ain't heartless I just use my heart less
So no more tears to shed
They all dried out
No more feelinGs cuz they all died out
My only mission is to bust the commission
Mr yosef done with missin'
Naw fool it's just a new and improved
Pavin' fatal grooves
To **** up punks mood
Now they looking for me
But they'll never find me
Even the sunshine couldn't blind me
I'm a ghost departed from earth
**** this world
And life this ain't living
I'm cursing out everybody
Who ain't listening
These ain't no pain
This is just the beginning
Out my rapture
Brainstorming my demons
To conjure
Whil I'm catching laughter
Nothing but disaster to master
You fools that turned you back on me
Gone be the first to die quickly
And I ain't got no remorse
Even if myf family died
I wouldn't cry
Cuz they all lived a lie
Evil that is **** the world I'm yellin'
Til the end of time
Tina Apr 2019
the sun will always rise,
when i will fall,
i cry when i fall,
i cant fall again,
i build up walls,
i cant breath,
i try and try,
i cant no more,
i am fallen,
i can see the,
light going and going,
its getting darker,
i no longer cant see,
i run hit walls,
and fall,
but i found away,
i found a window,
i found light within,
i found my true colors,
the trues of them all,
i pulled them out,
i finally won.
Fernando Estrada Sep 2019
back to school mane....zipped up my trues,
laced up my shoes...just trying to improve, and move...up
...cant be stuck...only one way that's up,
that's us, contemplating evil desires, my angel on my shoulder I call her conscience. only one direction that's the COME UP
stopped talking to me
for so **** long

I started looking for it
in everyone else’s mouth

maddening, descending
a downward spiral staircase

and at the bottom
there is a dust-frosted trunk

packed to the brim
with love letters & promises to me

reading them feels like
voyeurism into another world
another time, another — dream

I know some of my come-trues
want to come through

if I can just stop trying to be
and allow my me

to me free
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2020
Markson and Mark Rothko
greens, yellows, blues
              trues

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