"ull" poems
I was a lost soul
In this world so cold
Where everyone knows the mind becomes corrupted
Because everything in life is about money cars
and that ****** seduction
Just becareful bcus if u get ****** in
Ull cnfuse love with lust
Money for power
In it's self a contradiction
But still has Everyman wishing
For the life of a superstar when really it's the little ones that make galaxies
but see we are confused by our own infatuations nd a touch of insanity
So here I am trying to figure out my souls anatomy
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
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July 30, 2012 ·
Promises....
I hold u and wonder what
You'll be like when ur old
I can only promise u won't
Go hungry unloved or cold
But I can't promise ur life
Will not have pain or sorrow
But my blood, my liver, or bone
Marrow are all urs to borrow
Lol or keep but I can't promise
Ull feel accepted by peers
Can't promise u happiness
Or that u won't cry tears
I can promise to never
Steal a girl from u
But I can't promise what actions that
Other humans will do
I can promise to leave u money
My assets my ear and shoulder
But I can't promise to teach u much
But the basics when ur older
I can promise to clothe u
Or support u in ur arts
But I can't protect u from betrayal
Or a painful broken heart
I can give u all I have
And teach u all I know
But I don't have all the answers
To questions as u grow
I can't promise we won't fight
Or that u won't hear me cuss too
But I can promise that with all my heart
That I will always love u
I can promise to guide u the best
Way I know how to do
can u accept knowing i dont have to
understand u to love u
I can't promise that the boogeyman
In a way doesn't exist
But I can promise wutever demon
Haunts u, I will help u resist
I can't promise not to
Border being hypocritical to u
But it's only because I have seen what
A life of indulging can do
So I promise that I wont always tell
U wut u wanna hear
But I promise to only give my
Opinion then back off as u steer
Wutever u choose even if
It's not my favorite or i feel its not best
i will still support u if u want *******
to hold tight ur dress
cuz if that's wut u truly want
I will love u all the same
Cause ur my son no matter what u
Do or who it is u became
I promise to respect and remain
The friendship we grow to have
Just promise me you'll sympathize
when im strict ur all that i have
if u need someone to talk to
dont think u cant tell me ur sins
cause my love for u never ends like
a circle so dont keep me from things
in your life so i can help cuz
U were the one who saved my life
If ur life was an event on Facebook
I'd hit going! Comment and "like"
see how much I love u tyke?
so much I'd use a cheesy example to
Explain myself, cause looking dumb
Means nothing if it's for u
Cause I'll be the next John Q
I'd do whatever it takes
Cause that I can promise
But some things are not made
For me to be in control of and some
things are out of ur control too
But for what I can't promise I can
Promise I'll be there for u through
The pain it will bring,
And when my opera fat lady sings
I will die happy knowing I got to
Experience the most greatest thing
Which is being ur father
Cause it proved to all those that think
I wasn't capable of greatness
wrong Cause ur the greatest thing
I've ever done or I'll ever do
Next to being there for u
And I promise to do all I can do
If its possible to promise it to u
Promise to be honest with u
And to accept what I don't like
Cause in the end I'll love and support
Anything u chose to do in life
...I love u Juju
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
my mouth hung like an overwhelmed option
i swivel at the window facing
and stay out the entire day in this one gawked position
amazing heat and an ugg shy of thought
withdrawn in a mut of mental paralysis
by an alcoholic system
on a day off
the day dunks into the eve before i shift any movement
having sifted the ull
i mix a jar of *** and orange juice
in the open fridge door
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 5:58 PM UTC
I love the way you look at me,
your eyes so Full of lust.
I love the way yoU kiss my lips,
I Can't help but want you too.
I know you want to taKe it slow,
but baby can't you see.
Read between the lines and Maybe,
you'll undErstand what I mean.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
"Ah took a swing."
He said.
His profile raised,
he drops his head to his left, to face me with his lazy eyes.
I was becoming forgetful second by second
of the dull bulb that hung over my nerves; our skin.
He bared his teeth intentionally, it seemed.
"And cracked open his skull."
His eyelids would always droop down.
But he had wild eyes.
We had a description once,
"Satan's eyes." she said. Right before having another seizure.
T'was a god-crazed epileptic; just our luck.
"But ah didn't see 'at.
Y'see, it ull 'ent black. But ah wus swingin'.
Ah know ah was.
Ah felt'et."
He was lying. Those hits were too spot on.
Intentional. Angry. Mad.
Ravishing.
"Ah know y'like me doc. Ah c'n see it in ye face.
Ye legs.
'Ey shake when ah speak 'bout how they bled."
My legs shook..
His voice trailed off into a raspy ending, a whispered sound.
"How they begged."
The inside of my mouth was flooding with saliva.
..How embarrassing..
He smiled.
"'Ee should be pot'nis, ye know. We'd make a pretty couple."
There was a pause, almost too long, before he blinked slowly
and opened his eyes to observe a crack on the wall to his right.
He had complained about it before,
"'Tis too fuckin' noticeable." He'd say.
He wanted it to be like the other walls.
He wanted it to be neat and gray.
So it wouldn't be excluded, so it wouldn't stand out.
So it wouldn't be treated differently, wrong.
So it wouldn't suffer the injustice of the majority.
He hated things being out of place.
Mostly because he was sick of being out of place himself.
Ironic, I'd say.
He had a passion for making a mess out of his victims.
Ring..
The timer.
Ring..
Ring..
"See ye t'morrow doc."
Ring..
My legs were planted to the ground he smiled on.
Ring..
Ring..
..I think I love you.
Ring..
Ring..
Ring..
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
I've closed my heart
Locked it up
Thrown away the key
No one is to enter here
No escape for any plea
I shall not burden u with my care
You have your own share to bear
My tears in silent streams they roll
Something u shall never behold
I shall push away every chance
To lean on your shoulder and cry
Though I want it very much
That glimpse of my pain you can never pry
For you my demeanor shall always be strong
Even though I am breaking inside
The only memory ull have of me
is my smiling face enjoying each stride
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Less ‘ave a spot of fun, shall we?
Sumfin fun to do in ma spare time fo no particula reason,
An’ I like ta share it wif you.
Drop the T’s and pronounce yeh U’s like ew’s
Enunciation is key on heavy consonant words.
Forget practicality an be silly wif it.
Pretending fo a moment,
That there is a glob of peana butta,
On the ref of yeh mouf.
****** ell and bullocks only take it so far,
Yew must remain natural wif towne
But, simply mumble mimzy’s
Followed by ratulsnakes ‘n’ wota fawllls.
Tha best practice comes wif accenting ull day.
An than ull tha kids will think its ace!
Dowent get aggro, jus ease into it.
An fa ***** sake its Herb not erb.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC
sup
Docter Jedingaling here
with mah shiny PhD
so shiny
but u dont have one and u are whiny
but worry not peep
not everyone is as smat as me
trust me
ima docder
meby one day ull understand
that im smarterer than u
and theres nothn u can do
so just acept that fact
and eat a chezburger
with out a PhD
mines still shinyer than urs
because u dont have one
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
Is there a reason
is there an aisle, for the pile, for just a while
a box, that holds rocks, and room for my socks
a clamp, to put on my cramp, hold my stamp
a day, when I can say, it's gone my way
an eye, made for a fly, without a sty
a flag, or a paper bag, to cover the drag queen
a goat, that you know will float, without a boat
a house, for my mouse, a lacy blouse
an imagination, for a nation, needing salvation
a jeepers, without a creepers, and no peepers
a kite, that flies alnight, until it's right
a lesson, learned from confesson, without guessin
a mole, in every hole, who likes rock and roll
a nerd, who looks like a bird, that's what I heard
an oil, our waters will boil, you've ruined the soil
a potion, or a lotion, that enhances the motion
a queen, whos really keen, on old James Dean
a reason, for commiting treason, in any season
a space, in this place, to put my face
a time, to do my rhyme, is it a crime
an Ull, unknown to Krull, whose blade is dull
a vacuum, in every room, or just a broom
a way, to ever say, you need not pray
a Xe, to strong for me, a trace I see
a yak, the color black, behind my back
a zama, in Alabama, Phi Slamma Jamma
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
She deserves recognition
For her work as a technician
Who's expertise is ball bustin
Who majors in ********
Excelling in the field of advance
Hot air production
A profession heckler who
Composes an orchestra conductin
A firework show eruptin
With colorful rants red, and purples
She's acclaimed for rhetorical
Questions that repeats in circles
An elite linguistics scholar
Who's sarcasm is an accomplishment
Very talented...no gifted at making
An insult sound like a compliment
And Her stamina to do so
Is like an Olympian who's pleased
Only when her track and field
Meet of slander makes ur ears bleed
A masters degree in belittling
A graduated philosopher for the bitter
Must be a psychologist the way
She attacks my sanity to litter
Insecurities, and doubts and I
Heard she has a phd in hypnosis
Until u start to believe her ********
And this psychosomatic is ur psychosis
A world class magician who's
Tricks leave u perplexed in thought
A novelist who narrates to taunt
Controlling all characters and plot
She wrote the book on torturing
A man and emasculating him so
He may never move forward and
She was in the military I'm told
Historically known for her
intellectual Warfare
Manipulating soilders and utilizing
The grounds to ambush u there
A social tyrant who's brilliant
Political ties help her achieve
Her plan like constituents are
Biased so they're all after me
A paralegal who's unfair and lethal
And to her it's titalation
Unfair is her terms but like a
Perm ull get burned in litagation
A degree in early childhood
Education so she acts like a rebel
Perfecting being childish and
Unaffected by ur feelings on levels
Only a schoolyard bully could
Match, she's my jailhouse warden
Who's power is focused on me
Relentlessly constructing like a foreman
With Her future blueprints to
See what the hell she builds for me
Will look like, and she's also a director
In the *********** industry
So she tells in great detail
Just how I'll be ******
She must have been taught by
Peter pan how to never grow up
Trained as medic who specializes
In one area over them all
Nudering human males
So surgically she removes my *****
After she breaks them and
So I am the constant fool
This exceptional jack of trades
Makes me wish that I stayed in school
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
"I'm content"
"Something's gonna happen, i don't know what it is, i feel it"
-------------------------------
three weeks later i'm sitting, wallowing in self pity,
mourning over a love that has gone sour
making cuts after cuts in my skin,
hoping you'll somehow feel it and hear my cry for help.
i carved the word "perfect" into my skin on November 17-18, 2012
hoping that despite everything that happened that day
i'd still feel perfect
or hoping that seeing it every day,
i'd start believing i'm
Pretty even when drowning in tears with swollen
Eyes that are filled with stars, stars that i often fail to see and that
Regardless of these scars that are etched into my skin, i am
Full of life and
Energy that is immortelle and
Contagious even though i always feel as if i can't go on and
Things are too much.
i guess what i'm trying to say is, i should've carved my name into your heart,
Hoping you'll
Always remember that
Someone like myself is hard to find so therefore
I'm yours always and you are mine and i'll
Never leave nor would i hurt you intentionally, and
Although it feels like we're drifting, i still want you here.
but the ice which we stood on which was our love
has broken,
and is melting and you're on one piece
and i'm on another and if we reach for each other,
we'll drown in the ocean of our love.
and i don't know what i'm saying anymore,
because my eyes are getting cloudy and so is my mind
and all i can think of is you and if you'd cross that ocean for me.
(h.s)
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
its the rip comin' up
with much reps i keeps my eyes on the prize
g'yeah i improvised on a uprise
cuttin' all the dead weight competition
my ammunition keep suckas in suspension
or lock down when i come around i clown
with the homies and the homettes
got the wet wet to get my brain set
for a drive-by suckas slippin' 40 sippin' 4 dippin' hittin'
multiple switches laughin' at these
punk sons of ******* unload my clips
throw there bodies in the ditches
cut off they ***** n leave it in they mouth
so they know the south
aint no joke loc cuz we smoke
suckas til they wesley snipes color brothers
like me bound for the penitentiary
its a gang were all the low-lifes hang
but things don't ever change
im trapped inside a maze with much blunder
i could've have been successful maybe
if the hood didn't take me under!!!
so many after me cuz we enticed to the same
epitome rap is mind my mind is rap
can't shake the flaks
see my homie in the caddy rollin' with tha **** daddy
gangsta mack kickin' drag to all the hoes with big *****
skipped hardknock classes
went straight to hoods college gainin' knowledge
graduated with honors
from the big timers tellin' me how to make a move
and don't get caught up in the groove
u gots to play it smooth
and be vigilant on ya closest friends
cuz they'll pretend to be ya homies but after ya dividends
thinkin' this bank roll they gone spend? but i lends
my lue to no one only a gun
up in ya grill piece thats the only peace
i see you laying and becomin' one with death
heartbeats slow no hards breath
when i commence to ****** know ya never heard of
me cuz i strike unexpectedly im makin' money
by the ton thats on the one son
ull catch me rollin' in a pimped out 97 honda
maybe id be better off dead if the hood
wouldn't take me under!!!
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
dear you,
im hurting so much. i don’t know what to do. you gave me an idea of what it could be to fall for someone again and when i finally figured that i should give back, you started drifting away. it started with you being busy and then you just slowly don’t text as much as you did before.
i’m sorry if i lashed out, for being honest. for telling you that im hurt. because you told me you could put up with it. you told me it’s okay. you told me that u like me. but i guess you’re now starting to regret ever saying those words because i don’t even hear u say it anymore. you’re not assuring me that you’ll be here. that you’ll stay.
my friend told me that i should go all out. that i should start loving and making an effort to fall for u even if it hurts. im doing that now. i learned that i should just give out love because once i get tired, it’s gone. but i don’t think mine will just be gone.
im giving out 80% now that you’re giving 20%. it hurts so much. i never thought actually telling u that i like u ever helped. it’s as if, you’re done playing with me. was this all a joke? u got the *** since we were both ***** but is that it?
i know ur going through a lot of problems now and i dont want to be part of it. but the more i try to disassociate myself as part of your problems, slowly im becoming one.
u know what hurts? when u told me na ur disappointed in urself because you cant keep up with my efforts. the fact that u know it and cant follow through hurts so much. but i will stay. ive never given myself fully to a person so if u suddenly tell me na u dont like me anymore, then i wont have any regrets, let this be my way of testing my own limits. on how long i can stay till i finally realize this is worth it.
retrograde is ending in three days. im afraid that when it ends, our relationship will too. and u know what scares me? if we do end, in three days, ull go on with ur life the way it should be and mine will never be the same again.
as if from the very beginning i was only an option. a game u won but for u has no bearing.
but in the bright side, retrograde is ending in three days. im excited that when it ends, our relationship will start fresh again. and if we do start again in three days, we’ll go on with our lives the way it should be and both will never be the same again.
telling me from the very beginning i wasn’t an option. i am your choice. we stopped playing the game.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
ure the slow poison,which looks otherwise
the patient killer with a criminal mind
im that moth attracted to the light
im that victim completely blind
ure the flame which ignites
the matchstick that shines bright...
at first,for a while...
n then only to die...
but my ashes will remain
n time erases time
n ill be the one who will survive
ill be the cure to ur bite
ill be the one with the fresh start
n ull be the one alive,but a with a dead heart
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
WE ARE:
F ULL OF
L OVE
A ND
W ISDOM
S CARS
WEAR THEM FABULOUSLY.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
another night sparks the dark to light,
a family is seen.
a home, a job, a life
u begin to search for the thunder.
only to find the other path is chosen.
things make sense as u see him.
an unexpected smile apears on ur lips
knowin that happiness has grown
with the comfort of a home.
u still wonder wat caused the confusion.
thinkin bak u wonder.
what was so appealing to this path
the other was so thrilling.
but just a phase.
somethin that wasnt real.
time to wake.
u look next to u.
hes asleep still.
he snores and twitches.
u smile and no wakin up to anythin different
would never b right.
u stop to think of what if.
if the thunder was chosen wat would happen
u no ull always b curious.
always wantin another taste.
always able to enjoy its presence.
but nothin will change wats meant to b
no matter how thrillin thunder can b.
ur heart is taken...and thats that
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC
I WANNA SAY SORRY AHEAD OF TIME FOR THIS POORLY WRITTEN POEM. Lol
Hey steph wats up
I was gonna jot something down that would make u tear.
But i dicided to spare you, but let me make one thing clear.
since ur moving away and trust me that sux.
im gonna make u feel sad cuz I GIVES NO *** (lol)
Big deal ur moving its not like i care.
But some things ill miss are ur eyes and that STARE.
Ur smile is ok, i guess thats cool too.
And THAT *** OH! THAT *** girl wat that *** do?. ****
GOOGZ!
YOUR FACE, I LIKE THAT ****
Your as cool as they come steph, what else do i say
I wish for you all the best, EVERYDAY!!!!!
Keep urself focused on what u wanna do
I know ull help alot of people problems even the KOOKOOS!
"I admire the strength u have and the courage u have shown"
"In facing all your hardships and troubles that youve known"
I stole that one.
Love ya googz its not goodbye cuz goodbye insinuates "forgetting"
Its SEE YOU LATER. XOXOXO MUAH
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
It may sound like tragedy
But beauty lies in calamity
The obstacles that test us
That make us and test our sanity
Self consciousnessness vanity
insecurities causing pressure
Forcing us to experiment with
Our limitations that help measure
What's important, what we treasure
What we sacrifice for pleasure
Giving us vision of clarity to find
What were carrying buried never
To be seen until bad weather
Makes us reach deep inside
To pull out courage that couldn't
Flourish without desperation to try
Our resilience that's why brilliance
Comes from hardships facing
Us opposed to expose weakness we
hold and learn to control making
The wrong move or fall to the
Inevitable damage inflicted
Helping us discover the strength
Covered never needing it evicted
But the loss of comfort from
bad situations start to train us to know
Our capability til like a distillery
our body produces an adrenaline buzz
That gives confidence like beer does
Like whiskey like ***
A natural substance like adderol
Now seeing the potential that some
Never uncover until there smothered
In fear nerves and sweat
Reminding you that a man
holds in his hands all he needs to stand next
To hurricanes and endure the rain
Cuz if he boards a plane and runs
He'll never know if he can survive &
if he runs the next time u come
To face fear it'll never be done
You'll always live scared your not
Able to stand your ground and reach
Deep down and evolution will stop
So sacrifice causer a loss
Is the cost of what will be found
Learn to be the master
of what happens after a disaster surrounds
Cause a master sees faster means of
recovery then goes to master these
Compilations of complication
s in the Situations of a catastrophe
And then he'll always have with him
the tools to fight Cataclysm
And learn to shape fate and hate
to tolerate misfortune like its Fascism
And by the end the little mishaps
And trials and tribulations
Will be welcome as u learn the pain
is worth the outcome&inspiration;
Not to mention the confirmation
That misfortune brings fortune
Like any adversity brings pain like
Surgery but the aftermath assuringly
Will be more asset than liability as
your left with something intangible
The knowledge that you are stronger
Than you imagined& still amicable
So charge toward fear, stand tall
Never hide or run away
Cuz unless the earth breaks
ull survive the earthquakes, and be ok
Hardships, cataclysm catastrophe
Calamity&disasters; are unusual
Cuz their misfortune brings fortune
So remember tragedy is beautiful
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
hearts are the weirdest place to breathe in.....
one can never understand the meaning of life
so much it unfolds , reveal every time
bit by bit, sort it out in ur empty eyes,
ull feel the rush of world in ur blood..
sometimes it bestows wen u are in no need,
sometimes it snatches when u are in dire desire
sometimes it dreams when u are in search of real reality
sometimes it runs so fast that tiresome encircle ur feet
sometimes it bings rainbow when black and white is ur attire
sometimes it darkens circles under ur eyes, when u want to brighten up the sight!
breakings , make up the fragile person inside u,it makes u more stronger.. sometimes unsaid talks are more good than one with endings..i always remained a perfectionist, completing unfinished stories, without fearing the consequences, but with time i learnt sometimes leaving behind as it is ,more soothing than when u try to fold things ...
hearts are the weirdest place to breathe in..
hiramalik
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
CHECK IT
My flows orbit more than the earth around the sun the holiest one
My gun even pack a gun
Cuz im so ruthless
Even left the devil toothless true rebel
Underground king
Make enemies sing
war cries
my intellectual lyrics
Beyond the sky
Off the aurora enticin euphoria
Psychedelic illusions
Mastermind of the confusion
Abusin
Master of the ceremonies
My mic be my crony
So when ya see me act like ya know me
Homie
Dont play that never been wack
Ill smack ya so hard ull end
Up back in ya birth sack
Smokin' rat packs blastin' gats
Causin' much chaos
Calamities all over the earth
I been born for the mic since my birth
No girth
Can withstand
The infrastructure of my tactics
Worldwide mobbin'
Figures messages get delivered
When they hear
So many spirits get quivered
Lost in the time zone
If ya dial my phone
approach caution
cuz it might be ya final home
Funeral home another addendum to my tome
servicin' drones
so i bet yall leave me alone
make scrilla thats leave splits
like reciprocals
Residue income battle
any individual
subliminal military minded
criminal
Makin' more space than a black hole
Leave all competiton in a fold
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Write
Before sunrise
Ull be fine
A reincarnation of a heart
When u just feels like a great loss
Wearing red lipstick
I keep my lips apart
Whirling in my head
Hundreds of thoughts
I as a barren parrot- land
Sing songs of urs
Of ur eulogies
How much this land barren
Needs an ale of ur magnificient eye
Raising hands with thousands of apologies...
I nest my heart up on the clouds
Those breathe my sight, those long for an insomniac eye....
Yet charisma leaves me unsight
A love to ponder, a loss to survive....
Shaken this world by trillion words
A pitcher of mine, still so much soaked in thirst...
Someday ill shout out the voice
Someday,
Someday,
Someday..!!
Hearing a thought, like a murmur in my head
I am gearing a ride, something like that
Turning around on every step
As if i have lost my mind under striking steps;just finding myself!
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC