"twak" poems
Binges, binge this, binge that.
Never tried twack, nor crack,
40+ Unisom Sleep Gels,
Put me in some intense sleep spells.
Tried my first Xan,
ate all 14 blues in my hand.
Still hadn't even had ***
Didn't have a phone to text.
I ate 63 Unisom this time,
but I knew I felt fine.
Walked in the night through my town,
till those Webb City cops had to put me down.
Got a really awesome plug,
taught me how to deal and ****
Tried twak, crack and sold it to my city,
I could get a gram for fifty.
Caught my first DWI,
dude I'm not drunk! but I was high.
I sat in the Jasper County Jail,
read all the bible while I was in my cell.
Got my best friend pregnant,
man life was really pleasant.
4 months my seed dies,
only God could hear my cries.
7 bottles of cough suppressant,
God came to me in my coma segment.
I had no intentions of turning away,
I was living my life day for day.
Shot my first handgun,
I started my life on the run.
I hated the world and I hated myself,
I had everything except for help.
3 hits of acid, 1 bottle of cough syrup, some **** DMT, and Hash.
My 20th birthday had to be a bash.
I saw a dragon hatch from the sky,
I swore we all were gonna die.
I couldn't wait for the world to end,
I had not a single friend everyone was for pretend.
Started going by Okey Dokey,
caused more mischief than Loki!
I wound myself down with a girl,
I thought she was my world.
We thought we were in love,
but we just loved to rub.
Left her after a week of being locked up,
I wanted to be like a lotus that grows from the muck.
I found a relationship with my Lord and Saviour,
I couldn't believe that what he had set for me later!
Turning the age of 22 and confined,
I was started to see becoming less blind.
I was baptized in the jail,
I gave up my feelings to fail!
Now here I am,
becoming a man.
I live in a Church now,
may peace and love be with you, Chow!
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Eina! Die prikkel van n naald
Gif vloei soos water in my lewens-strome
Val my liggaam aan met geweld
Die skeur en afbreek van my drome
Elkeen voel ek
Dis vir my gesondheid, maar sal my menslikheid nog geld
Dis die knop wat als begin het, nee
Die trek van n kanker stokkie
Die waarskuwing op die boksie gee mee
My lus kon ek nie meer hou nie
'Dis twak, hoekom sal dit op entjies verskyn'
**** ek soos die rook diep in my longe verdwyn
***** is my voorland
Ek kan lankal nie meer op my bene staan
My liggaam het ingesak toe my spiere vergaan
Ek is skaam, so so skaam
Die nurse, nog n kind, moet my doeke ruil
Ek voel verneder, maar dit pyn as ek huil
O dood, ou vriend
Vir my kan jy maar kom haal
Ek wag al maande vir jou,
Maar jyt iewers by die ou langs my verdwaal
Hy was erger, soveel erger as ek
Sy are het al begin kraak
Na Elke inspuiting, of behandeling
Het hy op alles gebraak
Ek is amper daar, ek voel dit aan my
Een van die dae is ek ook aan die dood se sy
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
TWAK!
Twak!
A knife embeds itself
in the space just
by her left ear
as if the wood
gulped it...sucked it
in
its glint
vibrating still.
In her head
she plans
dinner.
She stares
at her husband
remembers how
he had come
to court her
...twak!
Another knife
flashes spitefully
narrowly missing
her other ear
a little
bubble of blood
like a stud
earring blossoming
on a wobbly
earlobe.
'Ouch! '
she whispers
to herself
guilty
at such an over
reaction
oh how he had
excited her
her head
in a spin
saying he
was in
show business
her world
revolves
about him
the next knife
impregnates itself
in the space
between her
legs
like a tuning fork
it hums
her excitement
builds
a splinter of
wood
nestles in her
left inner thigh.
'Wow...nice! '
she becomes moist.
The shimmy of her
spangles
as the lights catch
her
a little
gasp
she faces him
boldly
afraid &
un-afraid
upside down now
her world all topsy-turvy
she still so
proud of her
husband's skill
to tantalise her
his unerring
accuracy
the pride of being
(she the knife thrower's assistant)
as well
as wife.
Twak!
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC