"trys" poems
Mason substaining an undisclosed injury
concussion against pittsburg
less time to think
Mason gets hit
Stunned
head buzzing
comeback produced
he wanted so bad since he was a kid
he wanted to play in the stanly cup playoffs
when he trys to stand
he cant legs like jelly
concussion
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
To all the ************* who don't
Know what is and isn't important
For their own **** good.
A ***** rigid, spiked, smelly
One finger salute for each
And every one of you.
This ************ throws his kids
Out into the streets in November.
Big man of the house who trys so
Desperately to be intimidating,
With a ****** back and a
Horrible stench of alcohol on his breath.
This ************ who thinks she's special.
The stuck up ***** that too closely
Resembles a plump ****** carrot.
Who thinks the perfect guy is a hairless
Fruity smelling mommy's boy *****
With perfect flippy hair and a big ****
This ************ the few, the proud,
The fruity smelling mommy's boy *****
Who wouldn't know a pair of pliers
If they were ripping off his sparkly earrings.
Never having an ounce of dirt on his hands,
But at least she... I mean he has nice teeth.
This ************ that can't tell one honest
Fact about his "hard and lonely" home life.
The one who nods and laughs but just wants to ****
Who beats off to his computer after taking a hit
That he bummed off his rich friends.
Who is confused as to why some people (me) hate him.
This ************ who screws with the emotions
Of one of the best guys ever to glide through her life.
Who throws him on a roller coaster with smiles
And flirtatious giggling while she lets him kiss her.
Then throws him to the side and takes the next in line.
I wish only the very best for you, you ****** *****
Those ************* who abuse, torment
Or play with someone who just wishes the best.
The ones who hurt the vulnerable
To feel better for themselves.
No one deserves the **** you give,
Except each and every one of you.
Honorable mention to those *******
That complain about all men being the same
When in reality they're just searching for
The same type of meat headed ******
Every time they have such a painful terrible
Breakup. Just shut the **** up. For real.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
Please let me preface
I dont like people
crouds make me cringe
and while i value my friends
i highly value my solitude
------------------------------------------
I cant picture a face
when i close my eyes
when my mind trys to grant
that one final human wish
before slumber encompases my body
and reality and dreams interlace
For i have no soul to match with mine
nor a soul to follow
in deepest secret with the fleeting hope
that maybe our souls shall intertwine
But i wish not for two to meld
for hearts to pledge an undying vow
for lust and ****** greed
for billowing convorsations
But silence
An individual respect for ourselves
two beings gracious for company
bodies laid side by side
your fingers tracing circles
on blank canvasses of skin
Where there is but an understanding
that breath so silent can be pleasently shared
and electic touch soulfull
igniting warmth surrounding my heart
of which embers burn soft and hot
Where aching muscles
tense from harsh realities
are smoothed away with solid hands
a mutual relationship where the
solidarity in thought is aknowlegded
yet the pleaure derived from presense
a caring being holding steadfast
unwilling to let me go
gentle and kind
Where the silence of
spiritual understanding guides
the instictual need for
companionship
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Western dental trys to be gentle.
By acting sentimental.
I am too judgmental.
It's just coincidental.
My teeth are not expertimental.
That's typical.
What's the hype?
It's all stereotype.
Don't just let me laugh on your behalf.
Your dental staff isn't worth half.
See I will make a graph.
Your payroll is down the hole.
Try to focus & maintain control of your objective goal.
Your career is over this year.
I am.
Sincere is that all you fear?
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
I'm just smoking my **** &
(spitting facts*2)..nigga..
Aye..(Smoking **** & spitting facts*2..)
/I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)../2
Smoking **** & spitting facts..
/Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
I stay (smoking **** *2) & spitting facts
/*2..
Spitting facts..
That's what I stay doing man,Yeah Aye....just
(Smoking **** & Spitting Facts*2)..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2)....& smoking **** up..Yeah man
The real is back , we been here, we never left, we just evolve man, evolve yeah to bring death to all the fake rappers, Yeah ***** I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2)..Ayo, I'm on my gangsta **** Ayo I need me a platinum grill, what up DJ Drama. We need to collab, & do a mixtape real quick..,Aye I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts..,*2)..Aye I don't want no drama or any problems homie, I just want to get my cheddar, I roll alot of marijuana Yeah so what man, but I also tell the people what's real Yeah man..
I'm bout to get so many **** bands, so much that I gotta throw some to the fam, Aye.shit, I might throw some to the fans,..Aye man, I'm bout to cause so many problems ***** like Ol ***** Bastard,Aye..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts*3)..Yeah man..,my ***** turn on the fan, its so much **** smoke up in the air that I'm starting to lose breath, Yeah I smoke awesome,.. I smoke on that dope, that choke,Yeah ***** that potent..while I'm rhyming to improve society not impress it..
Yeah I'm smoking **** & spitting game to the youth man..Let's get it..Aye..
Aye..(Smoking **** & spitting facts*2..)
/I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)../2
Smoking **** & spitting facts..
/Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
I stay (smoking **** *2) & spitting facts
/*2..
Spitting facts..
That's what I stay doing man,Yeah Aye....just
(Smoking **** & Spitting Facts*2)..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts2)..(Spitting facts2) & smoking **** up....Yeah man
Mufuck a opinion, when all I rap about is the truth my nigga,..I be spitting facts, so Talk yo **** be a critic man, Imma be a hustling young ***** Yeah a hard worker, a go getta, a goal digger, A dream chaser..Yeah,
I be spitting facts while these other rappers be spooning each other..Sodom and
Gomorrah type **** ..they fooling the people, but yall dumb ***** don't wanna listen to what's real,..so be it..Imma still rhyme this same way..I know I can Spark the mind up of a future revolutionary leader mane..Yeah....Aye
I'm
(Smoking **** & spitting facts.. Spitting facts, Aye*3)
I'm the best MC in Atlanta since Outcast,.. Yeah the biggest fish, so if the industry trys to hook me, Imma drown their ship..I'm a Outcast of this world no fallen angel..Im my favoritest artist , Young Ston he be going so **** hard, Yo he be (spitting facts*2)..Aye, I'm smoking on a doop, 2 in 1 dawg, King size cone, while I'm writing scriptures..Aye..Yeah..Uhh
(I'm smoking **** & spitting facts*2)
Smoking weed*3
&
Spitting Facts*3
Uhh,..I stay (smoking **** & spitting facts*2)..
Yeah (spitting facts*2)
I'm just smoking my **** &
(spitting facts*2)..nigga
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Do you know who is
a real hero?
The one who wins after
a huge failure is a
true hero
Do you know who is a
real hero?
The one who treats
success and failure on
the same wavelength
is a true hero
Do you know who is
a real hero?
The one who learns from
his failures is a true hero
Do you know who is
a real hero?
The one who stands steady
when everyone trys to
let him down is a true hero
A true hero has a strong,
sensible mind
A true hero never gives up
at the sight of defeat!
----de3pak
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
*Moments pass,
Days go by,
Time, it is too honest -
Arrogant, not shy.
It comes, and it goes,
It cares not, for your emotions,
It steals your dreams,
It throws them into
the deepest depths,
of the darkest, vastest oceans.
Time, it spares no pain,
It reminds you, constantly,
That it will soon take you...
It trys so hard
to make you anxious -
It will eventually break you!
It teases you
with the most pleasurable moments,
Those, that you will never forget...
It gives you special memories -
most precious,
and a few,
that you may live long enough
to regret.
Time, is an absolute blessing.
However, its inevitable end,
feels like a massive curse,
Time,
It ticks away faster
As you get older,
Making all of your anxieties
Feel horribly worse.
Time, it is impetuous,
And, unfortunately,
There a many souls
Who lack appreciation
For every blessed, precious,
Unstoppable second.
Sadly, they realise this,
Only when their final moments
Are about to come - when their last Breath is about to be taken;
When their soul
Has been beckoned.
Time,
It kisses you,
Then it runs,
It causes chaos,
Daily.
But, still,
With every second of it,
That we are blessed,
It makes us,
The lucky ones!
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
you're constantly checking
that photo you just uploaded
2 likes in 20 minutes
you start thinking of everyone
who has seen it
what did they think of it
obviously not that you're pretty
they couldn't click a single button
to make you feel a little better
ten more minutes go by
only one more like
from your great aunt
it took you 13 trys to
get the picture just right
you liked it at first-
so you thought
now as you re examine it
you see the flaws
no wonder why no one liked it
how embarrassing it's been up
about 35 minutes now
finally you delete it
before anyone else can see
-S.E
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
MY FAITH IS GODS IMAGINATION
MY FAITH IS MY LIFES CREATION
ITS ENTRUSTED TO YOU FROM BIRTH
ITS WITH YOU FOR THE WHOLE DURATION
MY FAITH, IN GOD, IS MY SALVATION
DON'T BE AFRAID IF YOU CAN NO LONGER FEEL
DON'T BE EMBARRASSED IF YOU NO LONGER KNEEL
YOUR FAITH IS A BELIEF THAT NO ONE CAN STEAL
YOUR FAITH IS YOUR ANSWER TO YOUR WORST ORDEAL
SCIENCE TRYS TO HARD TO PROVE HEAVEN IS ONLY SCIENCE FICTION
THEY SAY THERE WAS NO JESUS
THEY SAY THERE WAS NO CRUCIFIXION
BELIEF IN GOD IS JUST A DELUSION BUT MORE HARMFUL THAN A HERION ADDICTION
THEY SAY RELIGION ONLY CAUSES WAR AND MASS DESTRUCTION
BUT ITS NOT GODS WORD'S
ITS NOT GODS WORDS OF INSTRUCTION
ITS NOT GODS HANDS THAT PUT WEAPONS INTO PRODUCTION
ITS NOT GODS MONEY THAT PAYS FOR ALL THIS MILITARY CONSTRUCTION
ITS THE SUPER RICH WHO CREATE THESE DEADLY WARS
THEY PLOT AND PLAN LIKE EVIL VAMPIRES HIDDEN BEHIND REINFORCED WALLS
THERE ONLY SATISFIED WHEN WE ARE ALL STARVING BEGGING ON ALL FOURS
GOD HAS INFORMED ME TO WRITE THIS BOOK TO INFORM SO WE CAN FINALLY GET EVEN AND SETTLE THE SCORES.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
I am a man no, I am a black man
I walk these streets with a cursed mark upon my hands
The white man trys told me in these restraints
But I laugh, look him in the eyes and say
You don't control me
This ain't slavery no more
God granted me free will
So who are you to question the gifts god give
It's funny really
When you look at my kind all you see sin
As if we're monsters created by satan
But please keep thinking that way, it's only making us stronger
The thing is this is a new world
A world were the swords between our races no longer need to be drawn
But still you haven't given up
Even after seeing what our kind can do
I admire that though
It shows that you're strong
But you see you're fighting the wrong war
It's no longer this or that
Instead, it's can we survive
Yesterday we fought each other to the death
But today we need to fight side by side
So that we can even see a tomorrow
Can't you understand that
Yeah sure I'm black
And so what you're white
But this is not about that
Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. once said he had a dream
And his dream was to see our kinds live in peace and harmony
That one day the world won't see it as being black or white
But instead see it as equal living beings
Have you ever thought he was right
You're trying to wage war against us
And we're simply trying to end it
But I guess that is asking too much
So many have died trying to keep us separated
But enough is enough
What if it was your grandma, brother or sister
Would you finally end it then
Why wait when it's too late
Why **** anymore who don't deserve to die
On both sides we have lost so much
So let's compromise
We don't ask to be on top
We just simply wanted to be treated as equals
Because we were all born in this world survivors
But what's the point of surviving just to walk into another fight
We're simply exhausted
So please let's end it here
Let's be friends
And survive to see tomorrow
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
I am not a morning person
Sun glaring through the curtains, birds chirping on the tree
Such a pretty sight i know, but you know whats prettier? Sleep.
Wake me up when the sun's shining and i. Will. **** You.
Coffee doesnt do the trick, neither does breakfast
so just let me sleep in — it'll do everyone a favor
"good morning!" Says the starbucks barista who trys to make conversation with me and all the while i am wishing for my drink to come faster as to prevent any further contact with any human being
Good night
I am not a hugger
Being that close to someone makes me cringe
Maybe im just not all about that intimacy thing and showing affection
Also have you ever hugged a girl?
You feel their ***** against you especially when they hug suuuper tight
Or maybe im just really afraid to let my guard down
Which is hard because when people know you dont like hugs
and you actually need a hug
No one will give you a hug and you just learn to **** it up and accept that the only hugging youll ever get is from your teddy bear at night
I am not a good conversationalist
As i have concluded and confirmed with my friends
It is hard to keep a conversation with me
I think its because most of the actual conversation is happening in my mind and my mouth cant follow through
I get scared to speak most of my thoughs because im scared of what other people think
And that leads me to not saying anything at all and that leads them to think i am shy and awkward
So no matter if i say anything or i dont, i will be judged
And theeeen i met him
And he was everything i wasnt
He was a morning person, a hugger, and the best person you can spend hours talking to
Suddenly
I began getting up earlier than usual
I started to eat breakfast and have an actual conversation with laughter at 8 in the morning
I say good morning back to the starbucks barista and find that morning interactions with human beings arent so bad after all
He gave the best hugs — the ones that make you feel warm, safe, and protected you just wanted to hibernate in his arms
When i feel his muscles squeeze me, i feel my sadness squeeze out of me little by little
And the best part? He doesnt have *****
He is the number one person who can hold a conversation with anyone
He always finds something to talk about
And makes the worst jokes
I feel comfortable with him
Like i can say anything and he'd understand
So thank you, because of him, i am a morning person, a hugger, and a good conversationalist
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
I feel the radiating heat falling off my engine
As I sit by and partake in a ritual passed on from men before me
The smoke hits my fingers and I know this is a religion that should be forgotten
In my mind im trying to prepare for a service to a community I betrayed
By getting behind a wheel while I was emotionally unvailable for those around me
A sense of accomplishment inside me for fixing this now radiating engine that sits besides me just a few hours ago
There's something to be said for hard work
I'm doing okay
I have a past, but it doesn't define me
It let's me know that I'm just as human as anyone around
And humbles me when that sense of accomplishment trys to turn into a beast of triumph that is above the world
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
Now i wouldn't be saying these words to you if i didn't think they meant anything.. Im a fan for love but hateful because of the hurt that people go thru.. Now crazy love something that marry people come too.. that have you doing flips going thru loops just because someone said they loved you.. That love that makes people go insane because their without you.. I want that love where i can be 1000 miles away but still be able to fill your heart beat.. My love will be stronger than any wall that trys to keep me from touching you... Souls that reach the highest valley where no one could ever influence you that my love isn't true... That crazy love im done messing with that puppy love i want you to be mine the one that i can honestly say i love.. I mean that crazy love where no ***** nor friend can tell me nothing about you... I want to be your protector the name that you yell when your in danger that crazy love no one can do better.. I want it where when you lay on my chest our hearts beat at the same pace... That love where you feel when im having a bad day smiling for me even tho things might not be safe.. The type of love where you stand by me even when the cards are against me.. The type of love that many people are scared to come upon girl that type of love that i call Crazy Love.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
her fingers trace a delicate pattern
on a photograph with her soft finger
while her lips caressed his name with the tender care
of desperate loneliness and remembrance of
of carefree passion
now missed
with heartfelt ache
but hand in hand with such sorrowful faces
always comes the bitter reproaches
for self and the enemy
sketches of who she thought he was emerge
slowly from her angry words
and flow uneven thru our conversation
as my views of her changing nature
etched into the wall
with deep and wide hand-tool
portrait of our failure
portraits self delusion
finally faced with a heart killing sorrow
she trys to make me do ****** with her
i leave her sitting there
and flee on foot
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:09 PM UTC
I may fool myself,
But dont be fooled you dont.
I mean yourself
To think you know.
Its a deeper meaning,
A closer look,
The ones-self i mean
To define as a whole.
Its not just this term
That words cant describe.
Each letter of any language,
The meaning depends on how you write.
But who gives the meaning?
And how it came to be?
If someone continuesly trys to wonder,
The mind will set to agony.
Your only comfort is your inner peace
And you constantly looking to find.
What many have died in search for,
Its only a threat and your mind will decline.
So you can't understand yourself,
Because there is no meaning in ones-self.
Its a paradox world which you only have to accept.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:09 AM UTC
By Arcassin B & Wendy
AB: Spirits Are kind when you walk their way with virtue,
WS: Mysterious twinkles that ignite the soul within you,
AB: I tell myself time and time again to not stare directly
Right at you,
WS: Burning anothers heart with joy through and through,
WS:A depth transparency that trys so hard to hide your mysterious soul.
AB: I was afraid you'd show your face today , forever beautiful even
When your old.
/
AB:
As beautiful as the footsteps that Jesus takes turning Grass
Into gold,
I place my thoughts where they were,
Making memories as I crash through the barriers of
a corrupted Mind,
I use to fantasise about the color of her eyes,
Struggling to get attention from her God-fearing
Stature and appearance lacking of disfiguration
Turning all the heads of the football teams that
Practiced just to get a chance to impress her likeness
In a kind enough "I don't care as long as your a good
Person" type of attitude,
While still inside of my shell I just hope I find the
Exact words the stumble into her heart and her
Mind and her soul letting it behold in shiny colors
Bouncing off aluminum through my bold,
Moves,
Probably not worthy of her time,
Causing sins under the blue skies,
I got alot on my mind,
Don't want her alone like Caroline,
Just sending shivers down my spine,
Wanna pursue her with all ties,
You're thinking your cool , she will never go for that,
With those beautiful eyes.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
yes,
it simply is
the number of me
defines my years of life
ive felt ive hit the rock bottom layer
and flown to the highest of highs
with simple elegant trys
lif
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
When you look at me what do you see?
You see a girl that likes to make jokes,
You see a girl that likes fun,
You see a girl that likes other girls,
You see a girl that hates to see people cry,
You see a girl that has bad grades,
You see a girl that has not many friends,
Lets Tell You How I Really Feel,
What you dont see is a girl who is dying,
What you dont see is a girl who cuts,
What you dont see is a girl who is bullied,
What you dont see is a girl who takes pills,
What you dont see is a girl who trys to hard,
What you dont see is a girl who soon cant take it no more.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Fly away little bird
You mean so much to me
Fly away, fly so far
You're finally free
It's okay little bird
Just stretch your wings and fly
It doesn't matter, that when you're gone you're lover will surely die
Just soar through the wind
Without a care in the world
It's okay now, because your feelings for her have unfurled
So fly away little bird
I assure you, it will all be okay
Even though this bird will never find another way
Loving you
Little bird, is all she knows how to do
And as much as she trys
She knows you can't learn to fly, and love her too.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
To describe depression would be like,
a power outage in an entire district
and you are the singular light bulb
running on the inverter/generator
glowing in the dark room,
keeping the darkness at bay.
But as time progresses
and the inverter charge starts to recede,
the light bulb starts to fluctuate
and the dark takes up more room
as the light trys it’s best to keep burning.
It fades in and fades out.
The filament dimming with time.
A never ending battle with the dark
until the electricity is turned back on.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
**Sleepless nights bring anxiety and frights
The forcing and suffering
Continuously have
Me wondering
What is it that holds me hostage?
A grip so tight im suffocating as breathe trys to escape me
Do I surrender and just let it be?
Do I fight against she or he?
My chest tightens as my fear rises, looking an unseen force in the eye
Praying that it stops its rage and says bye
A prisoner in my own mind, thoughts race, twist, and bind
Repeating like a broken record
Except you can't
Move the
Needle
And make it
Stop
Oblivious to what's normal and sane**
*A prisoner
I
will
Remain*
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know
the storyteller, said
lend me your ears
should you chose to lend to a king on a verbal agreement that
the king repay the loan on demand
"ask and ye shall receive"
but you,
got nada t' lend,
best intendere covers only one bubble,
my ownliest one.
--- here, watch, see reality stretch
--- intendere stretch
--- seventh inning, whose at bat , but you,
ad lib ad hoc you are Casey...
and there, the story ended, I told it, oh so well
born in the po' house, had a cowbell for a toy,
sing me some ain't got no money blues
If i reckon I need money fo' me some ol' new shoes
if I reckon I need money I be be be leaven one set o' footprints
in yo' sand.
come turn that backgound buzz down low,
fall wit' me t'see the show
I saw Satan fall, vicarious and all, y'know,
like lightening black,
after flash,
in a movie, HD, 3 inches from my left eye,
my right eye never saw.
old time ********* could not imagine
the level of segregation
at the corpus colostrum epi-phun-junction
that can be employed to prevent the left
hand from being judged by the right,
for lack of knowing. Eh? Who imagined ignorance
was less bliss than this
peace past standing under all the liefy remnants
from trys
past trys, some same as now,
some how
better
with you aware of you being so valuable,
one part in eight billion, pure you, like,
tried, in the finer's fire,
seven times - in ever
there has never been
a snowflake more unique than you.
(snowflake recrudesence, there's a rub)
Tell me why would you imagine meaning
hidden in snowflake, the word?
is there a nibbler from society a-tempting you?
Come and see. Does that tempt you?
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Frost bitten
Cross wearing
Lost her path
The map burned to a crisp
Probably now just smoke in the obis.
What was it that mad her crack like this
She takes a rest
Childhood memories attack
Remembers the lashes and the cigarette burns.
Hear the yells and gets chills down her back.
She wakes up
Looks in the mirror
And sees her mother
The image of exactly what she never wanted to be.
She trys to run free.
Exaping her past she Flys away to a much safer place.
She recuperated
Not thinking about the past
She made a name
Had a job.
Played no games.
looking back there was only one thing she left when she ran.
The loving warm touch of her dream man.
Longing The tight embrace of his gentle hands.
She did all she could.
One day she wish he understood.
She loves him.
But running has always been her chosen path.
Lost love
Crossed paths
Hope one day they will make it last.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
She was broke & had no folks.
He never says any funny jokes.
A drunk scavenging for junk.
I have a hatchback not a trunk.
A foul stench of funk.
Robbed by some punk.
A resort never reports escorts.
They don't dispute petitions in court.
A feud with people sued.
Abortions are fetal extortion.
A security guard trys to act all hard.
Civil service makes me nervous.
The summer could've been more funner.
Starstruck celebrity hype.
Articles magazines can type.
Gossip to thee extreme.
CELEBRITY schemes & scandals.
Misbehaved & manhandled.
Images & looks to copy & swipe.
Identities to wipe.
Fortune & Fame that is not yet ripe.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC