"wol" poems
Gurl stops meking out
n asked boi to get potartz
he dus
den gurl teks deep breff
and gurl sais
bf
I am pregnent
will u stay ma bf
n he seys
"NO"
gurl iz hertbrokn
gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart
n she has low blood suga
so she fols
boi runs ova 2 her
She Ded
boi crie
I sed I no be ur bf
cuz i wona b ur husband!
he screems
n frows poptart @ wol
a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd
LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
A baby sea turtle in my hands:
the outer islanders call him Wol,
he will be a nomad, if anyone will.
What will the world look like to him?
Will he dream of killer whales,
those Swiss Cake Rolls of the sea?
Of winning the three hearts
of an octopus?
See what the turtle sees,
and rejoice.
The sea turtle, like the human, cries saltwater
and the tears cover two-thirds of the earth.
He risks pirate ship, cigarette boat, Chinese net.
He mistakes bait for food. (Who doesn’t?)
But he can swim away from; swim towards:
India, Mombasa, New Zealand, Ulithi.
The world's a turtle’s home,
why is anyone a nomad if not for this?
See what the turtle sees
and rejoice, carrying only
the markings on your shell.
A jungle.
A shack.
Half a moon.
Islands sprinkled like tiny green beads
across the Water of the Sky.
A first tattoo—seven little turtles--
and it hurts in a good way
like the world does.
Dear Creator
keep me from evil
keep my life
keep my going out and my coming in
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
american drwal,
god almighty...
it's so ******* nasal....
it's almost like
listening to it due hubris:
i'm prone to titilate
***** and gag
and **** and dodgy
doggy the **** out
of shoving an umbrella
where the homosexual wished
it shined.
glutton nasal...
phlegm culprit...
it's almost likely,
that people forgot to utilise
the larynx...
but when jennifer lawrence says
it: i'm giddie i.e. stirrup ready i r
fidgety e e e e, e e e e,
am, cool...
because that's the last word
you'd use, right now, hawkish & priestly....
that nasal goo though... **** me!
what an enlarged concept
of a pond!
knee deep:
kneeling limbo, a Yiddish Dante...
hey presto!
lucky-lookie! a ******* rainbow!
secondant: a berserk's tourism escapade,
minus York....
given the: jawohl... alter.
(in the extreme: salutation...
in the least? ******* on the Irish...)
alter... ya-wol....
had there been a Hegel for
a ****** i guess the world would have
graced enough concerns for a lack
of a Napoleon:
it still means fuck-all to me,
to be certain.
me in a quiet room?
pleasantry or peasant talk?
probably the latter...
drill... drum...
Bulgaria vita spes mea!
ya-voll kungen - king - sh-wed
szved - karga - barren -
kryta: hidden -
ravéné minus gorgon:
culprit: ravaged due cruise invoking crude,
to, vector, noir also: too... x.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
Well
Ya cud jes keep ta yer lame excuses!
Probly what yell do!
Like always !
wol me important? **** no!
--
Jes watching !
Jes observin!
NOT doin
Got it?
---
Nobody doin nuttin
Das me
----
Leeme alone
Alone!
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_______
I usta be important but I got hurt tryin
I usta be important but I got hurt tryin
I can't get hurt no more !
I done stopped tryin
Ya see!
--
Ain't important no more
Not me
Ain't important no more
Not me
Not me
No more
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WELL WELL WELL
--
Wa you mean
You ain't important no more!
Shut da **** up and get offa
Yer lame *** or I show ya what's important
Dat for sure!
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
Siht si hgih dne fo wol
my
life
intro
is
backwards
Riffes
made
of
Grief
let's keep it brief
No body gonna read into your
tear apart eyes
No body gonna seal love
deal with thirsty lips
She said : isn't love the only true ?
I said : For that Love must be true
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC