"warpath" poems
pretty girl with her head in a book,
trapped inside a silver tower,
dreaming of places that don’t exist.
handsome man with his heart on his sleeve,
trapped inside his mind,
dreaming of his daughter that doesn't exist.
gorgeous city filled with gorgeous people,
happy smiles and happy laughs.
it’s a lie and they know it.
handsome man tries to save pretty girl
but she’s already saved herself,
with the help of her dreams of places that don’t exist.
songbird comes along and they don’t know what to do.
handsome man wants to **** him. destroy him. end him.
pretty girl feels songbird’s sadness and cries for him.
handsome man can’t bear to see pretty girl cry,
so he lets songbird go.
pretty girl smiles and handsome man can’t breathe.
pretty girl and handsome man discover the city together.
from the seedy underground fight clubs
to the high society tea parties.
handsome man doesn't fit in at tea parties.
pretty girl seems to blend right in.
handsome man’s eyes never leave her.
pretty girl feels his eyes on her and
she turns away to hide her cheeks turning a dusty pink.
pretty girl doesn't look him in the eye anymore.
songbird comes back and tries to take pretty girl.
handsome man sees red and kills him.
pretty girl’s heart mourns for songbird.
pretty girl spits words at him like knives,
he flinches as they cut him.
handsome man doesn't look her in the eye anymore.
pretty girl wants him to leave.
handsome man walks away and doesn't look back.
pretty girl lied.
handsome man finds himself
back in the seedy undercity.
bloodied knuckles, broken nose and a black eye.
pretty girl finds herself
wandering the city’s streets,
wishing handsome man was there.
pretty girl finds him in the gutter
with blood running down his face.
he still looks handsome.
handsome man struggles to speak.
blood seeping from between his lips
and his broken teeth.
handsome man tells pretty girl he can’t bear to see her cry.
pretty girl cries even more.
handsome man isn’t handsome anymore.
handsome man dies in pretty girl’s arms.
this isn’t how the stories go.
she was supposed to save him.
pretty girl is on a warpath.
handsome man would hate to see her now.
dark red lips and an unforgiving gaze.
pretty girl is tired.
she hates what she’s become.
she wants to see handsome man.
pretty girl dies in a back alley
with a gun in her hand, pressed to her head.
pretty girl isn’t pretty anymore.
pretty girl, pretty girl, with your head in the clouds,
haven’t you read the stories? don’t you know?
the handsome man always dies.
handsome man, handsome man, with your love in your eyes.
haven’t you read the stories? don’t you know?
the pretty girl never survives.
pretty girl, handsome man,
don’t you know?
the heroes fall and the city falls with them.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
I'm on the warpath
(On the warpath)
Not another chance, not again, no way
Never gonna let him throw my love away
If he doesn't want it then it's mine to take
If he ever tries again it'll be too late
Long gone now is my innocence
Taken by a lover in his arrogance
Thinking we were just playing fun and games
Not ever knowing I'd never be the same
Now I'm just a broken heart
Who let love tear her world apart
But I'll never let another take me in so far
Cuz I'll be the one leaving broken parts
Get the men off the streets, not a boy is safe
Walking down the road of the mistakes I've made
Scratching out eyes just to get them gone
Can't even have the nice ones tagging along
Tears over him harden like diamonds
Leave me dangerous to the touch
Never again will I see my heart mend
I always gave him much too much
I'll never let this feeling go away
Reminding myself of the chance I gave
Wishing for a love that would never be
Such a stupid girl, I could never see
Now I'm just a broken heart
Who let love tear her world apart
But I'll never let another take me in so far
Cuz I'll be the one leaving broken parts
I'm just a broken heart
Who let love tear her world apart
But I'll never let another take me in so far
Cuz I'll be the one leaving broken parts
I'll be the one leaving broken parts
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 4:42 PM UTC
He watched as she fell
He watched as he did what he had to
He watched as she hit the ground
He listened
There was no sound
He watched as their world split
He cringed at the spectacle
Unfolding before his eyes
He listened
There were no cries
He felt the shockwave
As her reality exploded
He marveled at the colors the wound
He listened
And then it boomed
Violent
Force
Wreckage
Shrapnel
Fallout
Screams
Weeping
Unrestrained
Anguish
Betrayal
Hatred
But hold on child
This is not the end
This is just a pothole
On the Warpath of Love
So look to the Bittersweet Bystander
His hand extended now
Take the help he offers
You need it to continue
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Playing with me is like, playing with ur life
Cut you down slice by slice, no knife
Make you a sacrifice, then slap you back to life
It’s a full on scrap when I rap,
You wasn’t ready for that,
I went straight to hell, after I made contact,
Battled in pitch black, now they won’t let me back,
how many MC you know, is rugged as that,
I’ve been to the unknown, and left an impact
I kept my pride, it’s all mine, fully intact,
I’m on my shrine, come from behind, ain’t no going back
If ur verses really nicer than mine, that’s fine – now rap.
My scripts, so wicked, they flip manuscripts with one rip,
I’ll tear you in half, my warpath is your bloodbath
You’re a joke so I just laugh, at this simple task
Terrorizing ur *** the terror rising in your eyes
You shouldn't have ventured down this path
I’m wearing a jason mask, sipping a flask
Anyone else jump in, Freddy slicing his ***
My writing is brash,
If your a titan than clash,
If not, your just trash,
So I, Hulk smash,
Then wipe ur blood off my mask, and relax
And get back to stretching cash like yoga class.
cause I could care a lot less, about flows that's so monotonous
It just shows you’re a hot mess, Your raps blow so much you success
You are too slow, to keep up with my progress
my style been buck wild since I was a child it sounds like you are much less.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Tearing up I-75 like bats outta Hell
The radio jacked up to MAX
to be heard to the roaring of the wind,
Seeing as the top is off of the jeep
Zeppelin and The Who
Van Fleet and The White Stipes
Generations of rock
Shared by the elder and the young
Different problems faced
Yet shared circumstances
The pace is rapidly set
Like invaders they ride
Or gunslinger of the old west
Buying into the legends of their own immortality
Like a final ride before closing that part of the past for good
Even some of that Seattle sound trickles in
A much younger and angrier Pearl Jam
Sometimes even the garage rock get a turn in the spotlight
Their pace exponentionally increases like a runaway train
It's end destined to be in a glorious and terrible wreck
The road trip is on
These rockers of all ages are on the warpath to a good time
God help us all
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
I Wanna Be A Poet
My writing is very strange,
no one has more range.
I've got my pen, in hand,
my poems are, in demand.
I use paper, it's my source,
I'm a pppppoet, of course.
I wanna be a poet,
and you can be my poetess,
I'm the best you all must confess.
Writing on the paper,
planning my next caper.
Follow me on Twitter,
on Facebook, I'm a heavy hitter.
Writing in my notebook,
figuring my newest hook.
I feel so **** *****
can't help but being flirty.
I wanna be a poet,
and you can be my poetess,
writing will always be my business.
Feeling like a here,
I used to be a zero.
Six pens on my side,
in case some get dried.
Smoking my favorite cigarette,
listening to music on cassette.
Blowing rings with the smoke,
how it ***** being so broke.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
is a *** filled with green dough.
Other poets on the warpath,
because they always feel my wrath.
I wanna be a poet,
and you can be my poetess,
my rhymes have been known to cause dizziness.
My name is Fred,
and one day, I'll be dead yo yo.
Boys Don't Cry, was a one hit wonder,
I just gave that song some poetic thunder.
I used to love that silly song,
Youtube the video, and tell me I'm wrong.
I wanna be a poet,
and you can be my poetess,
my only goal is to simply impress.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
This place
This perfect paradise
This sweet oasis
Squandered
These people
These beautiful, wonderful people
The family I found
Squandered
These times
These glorious times
The memories of gold
Squandered
Tears freeze on my wind chilled cheeks
As I walk the asphalt warpath
My mind is in the days now past
And haunting laughter reverberates
I failed you all
I failed myself
And now my paradise
Lost
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
When the world falls upon you and more,
To gaze back,
Eyes glazed over the destruction.
The heart bleeds as if cut a thousand times,
And bleeds some more.
As to the beating tune beneath,
It rages on.
...and so does the war.
The fight with oneself,
and the carriers of the pains you've now taken for granted...
There's only so much earth to break.
Spread these ****** bones across the fields of my unvisioning,
Blind wakes close behind...
Warpath, I have taken.
Shaken, is the thought of finding peace, again...
Until my end.
I will fight.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
I am the sacrificial lamb
To your Jihad
You are the target
To my warpath;
If we should never
cross paths in battle
Let there be no animosity
between us
Let us meet
In Valhalla
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
You and I have danced for decades,
Stabbing me on the warpath as I giggled along,
You taught me to hate myself the most,
Way down to the vivisection of my soul;
Am I just shifting blame? Didn't I hold the knife too?
You gave it to me, I made it serrated and poisoned,
Hence why I'm venomous, uneven and stubborn,
Am I chaotic because I am or am I just unhealed?
I held your hand as you plunged it into me slow,
I thought you loved me, why else would you do it?
To be so obsessed and devoted to my destruction?
Isn't destruction just the beginning of creation?
It worries me that you don't leave, you keep the blade in,
Are you worried I'll bleed out or do you enjoy the misery?
Have I learnt to love you choiceless and mistaken?
Like the compass points north, the tall child feels comfort;
'A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort'
Was I after all designed to be harmed or do I have a choice?
I'm not alone anymore though, I have my moon now,
She'll guide me home across the dark and quiet :)
Mar 22, 2024
Mar 22, 2024 at 2:22 AM UTC
there was a lot that
you left behind on that
dreaded day
i don't really recall
being truly sad when
you passed
but i recall 18 years
of mental rehab and
5 years of on going
drug addiction
i replaced you with
my fuse remains
short and i remain
happy within chaos
that's all i remember
when you left
i know, i know
i know im getting
better without you
but mom and i's
relationship remains
dangling from the
warpath you created
between your 3 kids
i just have a lot
of questions ill never
have answered. i don't
think i miss you, though.
i just wish you could've
fixed the bridges you
destroyed before you
left.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
amazing
in a ******* way is how I can be a genius at being stupid.
All it takes is one wrong word to set me on the war path!
One hit from the pipe or one firewater sip too many,
I can be off scalping writing my name on bare heads.
I am a sparkler lit, at times, that is why I have singed eyebrows.
Wear Goodwill clothes, drink from neighbors faucets.
Walk, most times, where I go, I have gone through
1000 pairs of mocassins in just one year.
I no longer have any desires, to be smart, nor smoke the peace pipe.
I am on a warpath. Wondering where this is leading.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
Monotony broken.
My patience is tested.
The machinations of your mind
play an ugly quartet on my nerves.
My Organs begin to orchestrate a violent symphony
you dare not hear - the gallop of the army
which tears out its path through
my wretched lips
and gores
your
very
soul.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
On Par for Divorce?
Where does he go and what can he do, this wife he married is not the same
words of love have been replaced by abusive words, bent on giving him shame
the sun has turned into rain; you’re trapped, with nowhere to avoid getting wet
now caught in the web of her discontent, and holding your head down with regret
You look toward compromise, hoping to work things out and make it right
only to encounter resistance, she wants nothing less than you out of her sight
as words fall on deaf ears reality sets in, you are full of contrition and remorse
no it gets worse, she's on the warpath and solely focused on threatening divorce
Looking at your young children, with tears in their eyes, what they must now see
a crushed father, withdrawn from the world, only wanting to take them and flee
while wisdom falters and silence overcomes, still dumbstruck on what you can do
remembering a love that once was, but no longer, realizing your marriage is through
Surviving the pains and turmoil of divorce, a challenge sought by many before
only too often leading some to those bitter waters, transfixed on evening the score
but children become the true victims suffering the most, unperceived by those in pain
only in adulthood will those scars surface, on future relationships they leave their stain
Trying to mitigate emotional scars in any divorce requires sheltering children from your hurt
their emotional well-being is of paramount importance, their exposure to anger you must avert
while difficult to accept, divorce can sometimes be for the better, perhaps you will yet come to see
your door to emotional stability was never locked, search deep within for only there lies its key
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Bored of these games
Screwball scrabble your monopoly
I'll take the risk not pass go or bow to authority
I wanna Poke your face with a hot poker
Just to see your poker face
I might just be a pawn but the queen's I have to chase
And who would of thunk
I lost all my marbles
When I went and played kerplunk
My battle ship sunk
And it's now not the rope swing
I want hang from that tree trunk
So check mate this was my only first draughts
The mouse has been trapped warhammer's looking for a blood bath on the warpath
So don't go and pin the tail on the donkey
Coz' you might get a buckaroo though
But look for the clue'do
And you might find more
But only if your a hungry hippo and can find the hidden meanings in theese words and connect all four
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
I guess you really did it this time
Left yourself in your warpath
Lost your balance on a tightrope
Lost your mind tryin' to get it back
Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything
And everybody believed in you?
It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been.
You're still an innocent,
You're still an innocent.
Did some things you can't speak of
But at night you live it all again
You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now
If only you would seen what you know now then
Wasn't it easier in your firefly-catchin' days?
When everything out of reach, someone bigger brought down to you
Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild 'til you fell asleep
Before the monsters caught up to you?
It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent
It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32, and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did.
You're still an innocent.
Time turns flames to embers
You'll have new Septembers
Every one of us has messed up too
Lives change like the weather
I hope you remember
Today is never too late to be brand new
It's alright, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent.
It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32, and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent.
You're still an innocent.
Lost your balance on a tightrope.
It's never too late to get it back.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
A difficult woman, most people would say.
Stubborn and headstrong,
clearly uncommon clay..
Thick as a mule
Steadfast in her ways
When she went on the warpath
even atheists prayed
A heart good and faithful
A rock in the storm.
She could drown out the choir
She was never lukewarm.
Her several grand daughters
are of the same mind
My daughter's just like her
I've been paid back in kind.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
i love all of the words
that are not mine
just as i love all of the people
whom i can never have
i am a cycle of paradoxes
contradictory and scared
i repair the things
that should be left to crumble
and i destroy the things
that were meant to stand
i apologize when i dont mean it
im sorry
(no im not)
the eighth deadly sin twice removed
i have no place
sometimes breathing
is an emotional struggle
so do not send me onto the warpath
because eventually i wont know
if im looking to **** you or myself
im flammable
so dont use your words as gasoline
because you will burn with me
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Through out my life I could bear torture and pain
On your verdict I tried to bear all stress and strain
By being under all adversities I never crossed lane
Going all through this torture just time and again
I could bear all this with confidence and fortitude
With my positive attitude I could climb all altitude
Through out my life I never changed my attitude
My love and her beauty helped me to just imbued
But now my dear Lord I can't bear more troubles
My all real fortitude have gone down to bubbles
Now in this state I can not even lit to light candles
I am about to dome to fight and win more battles
But still I have some moths to show me right path
So still I don't mind even if I be burnt in fiery hearth
I am a soldier I do not care for any of the aftermath
Enemies shouldn't take me weak I am on my warpath
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
*Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep and you weep alone*
.
He walked into a crowded room and fires his weapons
*While humility is considered strength, humiliation is hurtful
ego stands down. Shame is private, humiliation is public:*
There was only one thing left for him to do, and you know what
For the earth will be a better place, without so many psychopaths
The government is on the warpath, the vets are mentally ill
Left wing, right wing, the mental effects of war continues
day after day , after day.
Their transition from battle to home becomes an internal struggle.
There are no winners, only the good die young
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
During a storm, the colors of life wash away
The waters leave what it touches as a cold dull grey
Similarly, this is what is described inside of me today
With which black tar instead of rain flows within my roads of clay
The venom begins its warpath with the first drop of its essence
And spreads throughout my body without any sense of control
It covers my bones and all across my arms
Then my legs, my feet, my head, and my face
Any emotions from yesterday are devoured without a trace
As the venom steadily increases in its path of **********
And turns my happy day into that of dark desolation
The venom churns deeper inside of my body
My smile disappears, I am quiet, this is happening right now
As the venom wraps its tendrils around the outside of my body
No one can see it, but I show it with my temper
Letting no one talk to me as I loathe to myself in silence
The venom speaks into my ears; it tells me,
“Forget about your friends, they only hold you down
Can’t you tell they only see you as some stupid naive clown?
Now, I’ll tell you one last time to abandon all of who you know
Because I’m always a part of you, and you’ll see me again tomorrow.”
It slithers off of my skin
The nightmare creeps away into its abyss
The venom is forever encased inside of my soul
But to collapse to its will shall never be my goal.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
How to get fired from this class
Craft a response to a classmate who wrote in response to a question other than "yours".
In your own words,
I may just drop you.
you should not be here
dropped
dropped
dropped
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
He sees himself through bloodshot eyes
Painting a picture with his lies.
He knows the party has an end
But not now, let the session never end
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
fury
of the lion:
golden warpath garland
thundering soul set forth by roar
sovereign savanna rex, pride in plain sight
majesty unkempt like his mane
heavy the head that wears
the primal crown...
fury
vision
of the eagle:
corneal coronas
scorch earth from soaring apexes
taloned streaks of lightning tear assunder
the prey of a thousand yard stare
she is a feathered seer
perched in a nest
vision
venom
of the viper:
his husk made of mica
syringed fangs apportion wisdom
slithering past Achilles' heel to heart
from perceptive directions hissed
strait tongues fork in the road
coursing in vein
venom
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC