"wannabee" poems
I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph,
Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path,
Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal,
Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal,
Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps,
Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps,
From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman,
You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen.
I broke me chains,some say I went insane,
But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain.
be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight,
A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light,
The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter,
We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered,
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude.
It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready,
Battling me is futile keep your hands steady,
I’m no pacifist,and if you take the ****
I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk,
That’s a grave warning,-global warming,
The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy…
Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin ****
That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists,
The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling,
Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin,
from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin,
Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin'
Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist
E.C’s BRUISER.
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
They promote themselves as magician's
And only give us pain
They remote us in a kitchen
With a apron on, and say 'hey babe'
They try to take our moolah
And spend it on high cost drugs
They wear pants like their ten again
Wannabee southern thugs
I gave him my all
Had a beautiful girl from the mix
But in the mix he did not check out
He showed noone respect
So I will show him nothing back
He doesn't deserve no kiss
It's better to move on happy with me
And my daughter who he dissed
But I will let him see her
Because that's what mothers do
Because I love my ballerina
My daughter, I do love you.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
I’am the
Whiney,
Amy Winehouse
Wannabee.
That’s going to blow myself,
away
before the Whispers of wicked winds can.
I can’t smile anymore.
If you have to always
stab
me in the back.
My heart lives on the other side
of my body.
If ya wanted to....
I could get you;
a steak knife
and you could
tear into my heart
like it’s
a medium rare steak.
If it would make you happy.
I’ll even bring the A-1.
Cause I care that much.
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
Uncle Tom waltzed;
Dressed in a hat and tailcoat,
A cough and a sore throat,
He takes his coffee black.
A soothsayer that sings like a ***
Bible in hand thumb strum, thump,
His soul hammers out ~
on a cheap plastic drum.
I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !
Slow down Tom for the evenings long
And the sun an’t rising any time soon,
There’s not a dry eye in the house;
Just bells and bones and a waitress or two,
Whistling tunes that open doors;
I don’t want to be a wannabee !
but I walked a mile in a dead man’s shoes !
https://youtu.be/3ql04e9J_oI
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Take my heart and boil it
In your **** kiss and make me miss
What I once had,
Call me mami
I'll call you papi
No, not dad.
Make me happy
Keep me happy
No not sad
I'm not some playgirl
Robin hood.
As you claim to be.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Happiness; it hides away
No light shines on me today
Soul is made of broken bones
Spirit sings its lonely moans
Tomorrow is a brand new day
The hope is that I fade away
The voice has lost it’s faithful ways
The hands no longer feel embrace
Thoughts they breathe of yesterday
My heart, it fleas; a castaway
Eyes of broken window glass
No time for me, he’s come at last
The darkness guides me, with it’s craze
These feelings now, an endless maze
Can I fix this hole i’ve made?
Can I fix this inhumane?
A whisper of the heart unsung
Tears are falling, still I’m numb
Another one has taken my place
A new name, a new face
I’ve taken my sane
It’s me whose to blame
Couldn’t find my soul a home
Grinded down, right to the bone
Another perfect wannabee
I ate the fruit of apple tree
Could I wake another day?
Could I wake a pure saint?
But time my friend reiterates
This could be my early grave
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC
As I read radical hate posts on social media, I find myself writing thoughts about life trials and love, under the guise of my childhood wannabee pseudonym Julie Barnes.
I guess that way I only get limited hate messages.
I know this is not actually poetry, but I didn't see a website called "Hello Random Observations".
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Ya Know... Big Virge Words...
Are Built To Merge With... " The Purge "...
As In ... " The Flick "...
That TRULY IS ... SICK... !!!
But Here's The Trick...
This Flick Has Some TWISTS That May Well PREDICT....
A Future Where SIN Is A... " Once A Year Thing "... !?!
That's Where It BEGINS ...
As Do These Words I've Put Into Verse ...
I YES ...
PURGE The Urge To DENY What Hurts...
So That I Stay Calmer ...
Rather Than Bring The DRAMA ...
Like These ... " Wannabee' Osamas' "... !!!!!
Trying To Play That They HARDER ...
And INCREDIBLY ... SMARTER ...
Than A Man Whose Words DISTURBS Their Nerves... !!!!!!
Because My Words ... BURN... !!!
When They INSERT What I OBSERVE About Their World...
Where It's CLEAR That They ... " Think "...
They ARE ... " BIG SLICK "... !!!
When The TRUTH is THIS ...
They're ... FULL OF IT ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Which Is Why I DECLINE To JOIN ... " Their Kind "...
And Have To PURGE ...
MY Wish To Employ That Which DESTROYS ...
The INFANTILE Noise Coming From These BOYS ... !!!!!
PLAYING That They MEN ...
Til' They Have To DEFEND Their Brand of NONSENSE ... ?!?
Against Words I Express ...
That Lyrically SPLURGE My Wish To ... " PURGE "...
My VIOLENT THOUGHTS With Words of WAR ...
That Bore Like ****** With... SWEATY Pores... !!!!!!
This Flick Fa' SURE Has STIRRED In Me ...
What It Is I FEEL ... Humanity NEEDS ...
A NEED For TRUTH ...
BEFORE People ... " En Masse "...
Get LOOSE And Start Acting UNCOUTH...
Through EVIL Moves Like BURNING Roofs ... !!!!!
That'll CLEARLY PROVE Their NEED To PURGE ...
Because of What HURTS ... " INSIDE Their Worlds "...
A NEED For LOVE And WARMER Stuff ...
Than Acting TOUGH And *** That's ROUGH ... !!!
Maybe That's What WORKS For Girls To PURGE ...
Their NEED To FEEL Something That's REAL ... !?!
But Is THAT ... " The REAL "... ???
That They're TRYING To FEEL ... !?!
Or Just ... "A Deal "...
That Has NO MEAL On Which To GROW ... !!!
Because It Feels Like Their ... ONLY HOPE ... !!!
Any OB1's ........ ?
... NOPE ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just Moves Below That Are NO JOKE ... !!!!
Cos' They PROVE What BURNS May Well Just Lurk ...
UNDERNEATH THE Urge To ... ETERNALLY PURGE...
.... " Internal SCARS ".... !!!!!
Because It's THE HARD That's FUELLING Their Hearts...
of Those Who THINK They're SMART Like ... TONY STARK ... !!!
So Back To The Flick ...
Cos' I Recognise ... What The Movie Implies...
PROBLEMS On The RISE That Are Now WORLDWIDE ... !!!!!
How ... TOO MANY Lives Have Become Contrived ...
Because of LIES That Reside In The Minds ...
of Those Wanting To FIND Some PEACE FILLED Times ...
Yeah I Think It's Time To BELIEVE The Signs ...
That We NOW Observe ... ALL OVER The World ... !!!
BEFORE This World BURNS Because of Our Words ...
And VIOLENCE That Serves ...
Some ... FRUITLESS Hors D'oeuvres ... !!!
It Seems CLEAR To Me That Humanity NEEDS ...
To STOP VIOLENT Sprees That In The Future ... Could Be ...
.... " Government OVERSEEN "....
For TWELVE HOURS ... " YEARLY "... !!!?!!!
Like ... In The Movie... !!!
NOT ON Big Screens But VIA .... " CCTV ".... ?!!?
It Would Seem We NEED To ... " Work "...
To Learn HOW We Should...
........ " PURGE ".......
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
On clear days it rains buckets,
swelling the headwaters
and the algae blooms gluttonous.
Rufous clay breaks into wider trenches
and the towhee flashes away.
You never flinched when I crushed your hand
on that first day on the ****** rise before a charging
buffalo sun, gnat swarming my wild panicked eyes,
giddy with each hill blue upon bluer receding.
I'm a woodland kid, baby, creek crouching
with roots and canteens of sassafras
in the leopard light and leafmold;
the wannabee Tarzan swinging
on wintercreeper vines.
I'm the scurrying rat in the stormdrain,
taking the shortcut home for supper.
But there you were, straight as loblolly pine
in the canyon lands of Chicago, prairie drifted
in with the drifters and the hawk winds
of winter to find the woodland kid dragged
blind before the gridiron sky.
Two rivers led nowhere, two rivers
and a chance confluence of running
merged and pooled in a one bedroom cave
on Belmont, hatching our tadpole dreams,
fattening the swimmers with mustard greens
and gaudy hotdogs.
When we crested the banks,
on the continental divide,
one to the woodland, one to plains,
the water ran as waters do,
and as in each great story,
the boy follows the girl,
to the ****** rise before
the charging buffalo sun,
where you held my hand
and I saw the sky for the first time.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
Boris on the air and
there's virus everywhere,
but he's telling us that we
are nearly there,
not sure where there can be,
but it's nowhere near here
because
we're still wearing masks
knitted from our fear
and
there's talk of mutant strains
it could be
ninja's coming up from drains,
but there's always Boris on the air
telling us that we are nearly there.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
Continous rhyming
Misplaced the pennies I saved up to buy me a dream.
Lost all the marbles I tried to keep inside of me,
But nothing tastes like home
And nothing outside can beat my dome.
People in corners tell secrets you don’t want to hear.
Liars and truth sayer's speak words like they are diarrhoea.
Love’s Angels sing at night and I want to smash them with all my might.
**** all the goodness and split open all of the sores.
Wounds never heal when you are fighting for the wrong cause.
Rivers always flow; the wind it always blows,
But lonely as I am, I’ll never admit to defeat
And happy as I am, you’ll never see me in the street.
A ghost man with no name,
I have no interest in fame.
Just give me the money to buy myself out of this job.
Just send me the freedom I need to write the stories that I want.
The things we dream in dreams,
Are never quite what they seem.
Met me a reader who has never written a thing.
Wannabee singer; I wrote lyrics, but I could not sing.
Losers lose their mojo; don’t ask me where it goes.
Princes in palaces; I want everyone to go!
Princes and paupers are all the same when the end comes.
Death is the eternal entity and the end of all fun.
Everyone wants to live a life without the struggle and doubt,
But life is a razor and we stand on the edge waiting to be taken out.
Love is memory I hope to God I never feel again.
Continuous rhyming…same ol’ same…
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Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC
Music
Music is today’s poetry. This is still our hour.
Music lets us become free from all the grind of power.
Music makes us fall in love with a moment in time.
Music is a memory; words are made to rhyme.
People need to dance and at the end, clap their hands.
Music helps us say those words,
When we are without a way to make you understand.
Beneath balconies we stand, with a ghetto blaster in our hands.
It’s raining, it’s pouring, so come on down and dance.
The modern day poet is a wannabee lyricist.
The modern day artisan produces music.
Music creates muses, because that’s what music truly is;
An collective event where nobody loses.
The sound of a song will be loved by someone
And the classics never miss; they reach out to everyone.
If it hits, then it’s a hit.
If it misses, then just forget it.
If you can’t, then it starts to become a repetitive, repetitive.
You hear it so many times, you still don’t like it, but you sing it
And in the end, you don’t mind anymore…
Sure; go ahead and play it on repeated.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC