"wut" poems
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Knowledgehater Gonzalez
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
Crude and ****** words are for the crude and ****** birds
As I **** **** **** and otherwise defecate on everything that ever mattered to you or I
Clever sweat beads cascade off the forehead of someone far more important than I
And the cleverest of intentions leave the cleaverest wounds in the forethoughts of those who I care for
Nevermind you or I, or the fact that these words have yet to grace the thought-o-sphere,
let us be, let us me
Let us remember who we tried to aren't.
Insecurities be ******
I have words.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
das helle Licht,
der nahe Sommer
die zarte Fröhlichkeit
blühender ******
das schmeichelnde Lächeln
meiner Wut
die monotone Stille,
der Sehnsucht Glut
zu dir
ich liege
ich stocke
ich stolpere
du sehnst
du redest
du willst
zu mir
das helle Sein,
meiner vollen Seele
deine nahe Stimme
deine Gedanken und Pläne
durch das verstaubte Fenster
hellgrüne, verwirrte Blätter ranken
Licht fällt gebrochen auf meine Hand
du bist so fern, ich sehe dich nicht
wie Gedanken versanken
auf Blättern auf Wiesen
in Wörtern und Träumen
was für ein schlimmes Gedicht
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
I want to run,
Run,
Till the air leaves my mind,
Till the suns burnt my side,
Till my eyes fall out dry,
Till my legs can't try.
Sprint up a mountain
And off a cliff,
Drop underwater
Into abyss.
'Shoot me'
Tear a hole in time and wrap myself in lightwaves.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
Squash dem
Dats wut I got ta do ta make ma own
Toss dem
Out da windows like dey dids me
Show dem mommas gots a bag
Coppa tone.
Pile dem
Like da two faced deuces dey is.
File dem
Put dem in cabanets
Lock dem up
Wit da otha boyes
Not mens.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
The feeling is never mutual. One person does while the other is responsible. A heart that is mendable because of its tenacity, knowledgeable of the fact that utopia is less than fantasy. Yet, to do it alone.. is nearly impossible. Finding that one is highly improbable. An explanation that will never be audible, so instead we listen to what is. **** the "norm" and **** people, I am tired of hearing mumbled curses. Ridiculous verses of what it truly is, and where it truly lies because it is so difficult to love without taping ones pride. My everything has already fallen, and I am without pity. **** the old and **** the needy. All individuals are entirely too greedy, having gratitude for barely bleeding. I am me; and if you do not see me, it may be for a shallow breathing. Heaving from hallows whilst gazing from clouds, so strung out but highly aroused. Questing for exchanged vows, told to be better off by myself. I have heard to listen to your brain for your heart will stray, though my heart is decisive when my mind is arrayed. Stay, go... Stay, go, stay is how the story goes. A beginning with no close betrayal by those never suspect of foes, yet a wolf in sheep clothes.. Always building up anticipating the blow. Continual drinking, refusal to grow since I would rather not remember the feeling at all.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
Naw motha fkka I
Ain't hot ****
Ain't pompous
Knock nitty gritty
With ****** up kids
I got uh
E mergency
Kit put together
With pipe and tape
From the basement
You need gum
Paperclips
Got a leak
Motha fkkn leaking
Unstable, collect
N assemble new
You wit half ya
Bodyweight in staples
BMI justified
With baggage n
Fix its
It's only a problem
When ya round
Motha fkka I
Ain't hot ****
But I'm one
Of the most torn
Up turned up
******* in the pound
Bombastic sensations
Comin from all sides
A ******
No hater
Trouble you
Trouble me
What's it gonna be?
Depends on your visage
**** I could turn it off
N I do do on occasion
If ya kickin without
The free body vibes
I visit, permission
Can't be a thing
I do wut I want when
I do cause I trust me
You r basic n
Chastened n rope
N chains to the brain
Stuck on level
Seth ***** said
In time you lay stone
Work hurt sometimes
You must crumble
Breakin down
The mortar with
Nightshade in
Spray as pesticide
For the vines tangling
Strangling your
Home, it's unknown
If I gonna grow in
The right way but
I trust me so if
I'm so grown I outgrow
Then I gotta go
No hate
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
knockknock
whos there?
doorsalesman
doorsalesman who?
doorsalesman in a paradox.
we're all in a paradox, you benign ***
howr we all in a paradox?
because we're alive, now get out of my doorway before i **** you.
how is it a paradox to be alive?
do you have a family, mister?
no
ok
what does that mean?
get the *** out of here
but
(bang).....(riiiing...riiiing)
"hello"
"hey, joey?..i need a favor man.."
"wuts up?"
"i uuhhh...i uhh.. i need something from you.. a favor"
"wut the *** is it?"
"...hhh..i uhh..i need you to help me get rid of a body"
"........who?"
"doorsalesman"
"doorsalesman who?"
"dude...dont even start. just commere and help me out"
"ok...gimme a minute..im reading a book about paradoxes"
"no shit..ha!"
"yeah. i never really thought of it but its technically a paradox to be alive"
"yeah, i kn
"cuz, i mean, you need something alive to make something living. and where did life begi
"HOLYSHIT! JUST FUKKING COME OVER! NOW!!!"
(CLICK)
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
all those Bad people? those ******** who arent even civil enough to take a life?
those monsters:
who capture the lives and take from them. take eyes and fat and wombs. wutever they take. they kno. from things that kno its very very bad. well they dont really understand, i Guess.
those dont feel wut theyre doing anyway. and they make profit to keep their homes clean and large but i doubt any strength is involved with their families living in such nice homes. putting on daddys makeup from the stupid monkeys and whales and complaining in adolescence but full of makeup probably later on. because we have to forgive. and the stupid monkeys have no idea. wut the whale is feeling. because neither of them kno, but they feel it.
and wen things are bad...those PEOPLE, those people who do the worst and are covered by law while the dying worlds got their baks, wen things get reeeeal bad...for those really Fukd up pieces of **** in sharkskin suits? wen that happens like that to them, they **** their sharkskin pants. because they all believe in god against their better judgment wen their in a tigers mouth or sinking from a ship or being ***** and their face smashed by animal hands. so i guess they feel wuts populating their lives and then their souls too. i guess i havent really told you wut this makes me feel. and i dont kno wut to think. no one does. and i havent done anything.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
A woman I once worked with
Was ordinarily quite intelligent
But when it came to pronunciation
She could become belligerent.
Her way was the right way
And she brooked no question.
Braving her ire, I decided there
Was one I had to mention.
She said the word comf-tubble
And I said that was incorrect.
She got so very irate with me
That I feared for my own neck.
She called it socially acceptable,
Her ghastly mispronunciation.
I said it was a sign of the times
The slippery slope of our nation.
If people were to go on and cease
An honored way of speaking
Then, we are all of us adrift
In a doomed skiff that is leaking.
She said some more to me
But I quit paying much attention.
There were too many “I means”
And “you knows” to mention.
There were ‘haftas’ and ‘ominas’
And the sad utterance, ‘wannabees”.
This poor soul would not pass
The first hour of a spelling bee.
I wondered if this poor soul
Had seen on a computer screen.
The words just as she was saying
On some website she had seen?
I accept that nobody in the USA
Or even in Merry Old Blighty
Says words like Wednesday
Comfortable or February rightly.
It’s like there is an international
Formal and binding declaration
That nobody need say these words
Correctly in English speaking nations.
We can lapse into hickbonics,
We jess *** tah stumble along
And say set instead of sit, and
Others we so often say wrong.
We kin say double pneumonia
And quay’s eye and nukeyoulurr,
Irregardless and even *** cans,
And nobuddy questions wut fur.
We c’n say thangs like reel utter,
SimmYooLurr, BennaFishErAiry.
Innerest, furrmillyurr, Mason Airy,
Flustration and shudder LieBerry.
But as sure as there is air to breathe
And that every day will follow night
Most people pronouncing words
A certain way doesn’t make it right.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
Wut-A-Meenie
She was always making things up, she thought I was a ******
always playing tricks on me, she was such a meenie,
I thought I was a friend of hers, but I am such a dodo,
she probably put doggie do, in my chocolate Yoho,
I sent her cards of friendship, but she never opened mail,
guess she flushed them down the tubes, sent them out to sail,
guess I cannot blame her, this was her choice to make,
I am just an old **** and probably a big mistake,
for I have no rights here, no reason to expect,
that she would even give a glance, should show her more respect,
I over stepped my boundry here, although the sin was teeney,
I was the bad guy here, yes I was the real meenie
Gomer LePoet...
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 3:53 PM UTC
*don't worry, you're not watching ******** **** but it might be equivalent, given the stature of the words... i never knew why Hebrews complained at the word Jew sounding yuck, and the Poles never minded, even with Pollack... funny... anyways, you either accept this wording or you accept ******** **** your choice.... but censoring spelling is like inbreeding anti-literate farmers who have tractors instead of horses these days... bake that macaroon slightly more, i want to see a suntan on it; chance of a bagel thrown in gratis? i thought so... happy Hanukkah.*
Hier stehe ich mit den Händen voll Blut
Und trage in mir eine beißende Wut
Du sagtest du wolltest den Körper von mir
Und ich gab dir alles gerad wie ein Tier
Ich kann nicht ertragen zu sehen dich leben
So komm her zu mir lass dir den Todeskuss geben
Viele lockte ich schon in den grausamen Tod
Und auch du wirst verfaulen in der Kammer der Not
Winsel um gnade oder schrei es hinaus
Es gibt keine Hoffnung du kommst niemals mehr raus
Denn hier ist dein ende und ich werde es lieben
Zu weiden dich aus am Bunkertor sieben
*Bunkertor sieben
Am Bunkertor sieben*.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
Die Nerven liegen blank,
irgendwo draußen auf der Straße, ein Penner auf der Bank
Schau mich traurig um, alle gehen einfach weiter
sind egoistisch und schauen nur auf ihre Karriereleiter...
Irgendwo anders ein Schüler in der Klasse
er unterscheidet sich in mehr als nur Aussehen und Rasse
Oberflächlichkeit im Vordergrund,
viele Narben, im herzen der wunde Punkt
Egal ob Ignoranz, Brutalität oder Worte
das Messer trotzdem das Herz durchbohrte....
Referate, Arbeiten und Praktika stehen an
Angst und Stress gehen mit dir da dran
weißt selbst nicht mehr wo vorne und hinten ist
tust was du kannst, verlierst wer du bist
Wo anders ein Träumer
wohnt bei seiner Großmutter,
sie hat Krebs und reuma
hofft sie lebt noch lange
er gibt ihr zum Abschied immer einen Kuss auf die Wange
eines Tages wird sie gehen
dann wirst du alleine da stehen
doch hab keine Angst vor dem Tag
es gibt da draußen jemand der dich mag
Hinterm Fenster ein alter Mann
fragt sich:"was fang ich nur mit dieser Rente an?"
seine Frau bereits krank,
all seine Hoffnung liegt jetzt bei der Bank
die jedoch dankend ablehnt
und ihm nur den Rücken zudreht
Medikament zu teuer, keine Versicherung gegeben,
er will doch nur gemeinsam mit seiner Frau leben.
Die Möglichkeit zu klauen, um das Leben zu retten
könnte enden im Gefängnis mit Wetten....
Zwischen richtig und falsch entscheiden
lieber daheim sitzen oder reisen ?
Gedanken, Hintergründe und Gefühle verstehen
ist bereit dafür Fehler zu begehen
denn irgendwo zwischen Angst, Stress und Wut
findest du Leute, die Liebe zeigen und das tut gut
Sei stark und du selbst
es ist egal das du nicht jedem gefällst
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Still lächelnd schau ich dich an
doch du bist nur der kleine fang
Dachtest du hättest noch Macht
doch stattdessen bin ich die die lacht
Warte es nur ab bis ich dich seh
dann liegst du mal mit gebrochenerer Nase im Schnee
Mir wurde immer gesagt negative Gefühle wären schlecht
doch sie zu denken ist nur mehr als recht
Denn wohin soll die ganze Wut ?
Unmöglich glücklich zu sein wenn man immer nur nichts tut!
Früher war ich klein
wollte doch nie mehr als glücklich sein
Hab heute mein Ziel erreicht
und du bist es der schleicht
Denn die Rollen haben sich gewechselt
nun suchst du das Schild mit Exit
Hab keine Angst mehr vor dem der du bist
denn bin stärker und weis das wenn du die scheiße frisst
Lasst ruhig die Wut zu und die Gedanken frei
dann ist es meist noch schöner als am 1. Mai
Denn Gedanken sind keinen Taten
und wenn du sie zulässt brauchst du nicht mehr zu raten
sondern nur noch zu warten
Es zeigt sich nämlich von allein
das auch du bewahren kannst den schönen Schein
Nur zu Gunsten von dir selbst
so das du nicht mehr fällst
Eure Angst wird zu Wut
einen Schritt den man nicht einfach so tut
Zeigt jedoch das du weiter bist als zuvor
öffnest die Welt zu einem neuen Tor
Lache jetzt nur noch über dich
bist du diejenige die zusammenbricht
doch Mitleid bekommst du nicht
Ist mehr als verdient was die passiert
vielleicht mal diejenige die sich geniert
mal wissen was es heist Schmerzen zu fühlen
ein Versuch im gewissen zu wühlen....
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
ALL I CAN BE IS ME!!
YOU LOOK AT ME, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE!!
TEARS HAVE FALLEN OF AN IMAGINARY NUMBER.
PEOPLE THAT LOVED AND SHARED MY LIFE WITH, CAME AND CRUMBLED.
THE PAIN THAT I HIDE IN MY HEART WILL ALWAYS REMAIN.
THAT’S IF I BECOME RICH, SUCCESSFUL, AND GET ALL THE FAME.
I LOST MY HEART AND SOUL IN 06
RUBY L. NAPIER, SINCE YOU BEEN GONE THINGS HAVEN'T BEEN RITE SINCE.
EVERYDAY I WAKE WITH A TEAR IN MY SOUL FOR YOU.
JUST LOOKING TO THE SKY AND ASKING "'WHAT SHALL I DO?"
TIME HASN'T HEAL ALL MY WOUNDS AND SCARS HAVEN'T CAME YET,
THIS PROCESS IS SO, SO ALL THE OTHER **** BETTER COME CORRECT!!
I WORK AND TRYING TO EARN A LIVING AND PROVIDE FOR MY KIDS,
"YOU" WORRIED ABOUT A **** CAR BEING CLEAN, SOME **** RIMS,AND HOPING SOMEONE DON’T BUST YOUR **** LID.
PEOPLE SAY THEY KNOW HOW IT FEEL, TO HAVE SO MUCH PAIN,
******** THIS RITE HERE ***** WILL DRIVE A SANE MAN, INSANE.
NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE OR SPEND TIME WITH YOUR SEEDS
BUT YET YOU ARE PROVIDING EVERYTHING THAT THEY NEED.
PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTANDING YOU, BECAUSE OF YOUR BACKGROUND,
WAY I WAS RAISED AND MILITARY TRAINING, JUMPING AT ANY LITTLE SOUND.
I’M NOT ANGRY, JUST TIRED OF SILLY ****
I’M JUST WAITING FOR THAT RITE FIT.
IT MAY LOOK AND SOUND LIKE I’M ANGRY, SEE MISUNDERSTOOD, THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.
THAT’S ME; MEET MY MOM AND MY SISTER, ALL THEY DO IS SCREAM AND SHOUT.
FAMILY, BRUHS, BROS, FRIENDS, AND ASSOCIATES THAT I HAVE CROSSED HAVE TURNED THERE BACK ON ME.
that was GOD way of teaching me, so I can SEE!!
I'M NOT INNOCENT ON THIS ROAD, I HAVE DONE SOME THINGS THAT WASN'T KIND!!
BUT, BEFORE YOU JUDGE AND SAY I'M CRAZY, LOOK AT YOUR OWN **** FAULTS BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MINE.
IN LIGHT OF THIS LATEST ROAD IT SEEM TO BE A LONELY ROAD,
AND YES IT SEEM SO COLD.
AND THINGS ARE NOT TO BE;
BUT I KNOW YOU ARE HERE WITH ME.
SO MANY ARE RUNNING THROUGH MY MIND SINCE BROKE MY VERTBRAE,
LOOKING INTO MY OLDEST CHILDREN EYES AND NOT KNOWING WUT TO SAY.
NOT BEING ABLE TO TELL MY YOUNGEST SON; WHAT I HAD DONE.
SCARED, NOT KNOWING IF I WOULD SURVIVE.
CRYING IN TBICU WANTING TO STAY ALIVE.
FROM NOT BEING ABLE EAT, THEN NOT BEING ABLE TASTE, TO STILL HAVING TROUBLE SWALLOWING.
MAYBE IF I A TWITTER ACCOUNT I COULD SEE WHO IS CONCERN OR WHO WILL FOLLOW...............NO ONE.
BUT ALL IN ALL I AM HUMBLE AND GLAD TO BE HERE.
MY EYES OPEN AND I CAN SEE WITH OR WITHOUT MY GLASSES CLEAR.
ONE!!
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
my girlfriend might have cancer and my dog might have cancer.
my cat cant *** and the other one is getting old but still orange.
my other cats, i dont want to think about it.
i used to cry when i thought about it.
i gave up on my life and failed my children.
but met the man im child to.
he sed he would take care of me and my little family then,
and since id given up on me, well how could i say no to that?
but that didnt happen.
of course IM fine. i know where i am. im right here.
computer.
a.c.
beer.
food.
(ill always have food. i could steal the cheese out of your sandwich and you wouldnt skip a bight.)
but my cats?...who knows.
i didnt do then and im not doing now.
because thats wut i do: i sit.
i sit and i watch and i worry and i wait and i drink and i forget and i watch some more,
just to remember what it is that im not doing.
and i continue living while everything around me dies.
as if i have the only gas-mask in chernobyl.
the only vaccine while everyone vomits their virus.
in the bomb shelter with the door welded shut.
i get the last piece of meat from your carcass and cook it.
and i eat like kings.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
They thought the world was flat
And no one could say different
But what they " knew " turned out
Wrong so they actually didn't,
And I use this as a catalyst til
I question everything annoyed
Until I question my own sanity
Realizing I now look paranoid
But I know I'm not insane,
But taking into account
What I have already said than
I may belong locked up in a nut house
So now I find I question myself
Full of doubt until at last
I don't trust any decision i make
Based on Facts that may not b facts
Obsessed with knowing wut I lack
Which is everything I assume
Maybe I belong in a padded room
That I wont believe is a padded room
Leaving me frustrated and confused
And the only conclusion now left
Is everything is not what it is or
everything is wut it is to some effect
Unless its not, cuz then it's not
But then again maybe it is
So my parents get mad when I ask
if I'm adopted and go blood test my kid
Thinking all Facebook is
Is a social network but what if
It was designed to be addictive and
harmless just to keep us on the grid
What if the chicken ***** really is
Made out of cats and kittens
So u think eating a cat is nasty
when maybe they r ****** delicious
But I would think it was chicken
So ill never know what I know
How can u know what u don't know
If u don't know what u know
Maybe a turtles so fast it's slow
Maybe ****** was a saint
Could u argue its not possible after
Seeing This whole picture I paint
And no I'm not saying history books
Are wrong, at least not tonight
I'm just saying my minds playing games
so may not believe its all right
And now I see why I just might
Be happy ignorant for the bliss
So my new goal is too try my hardest
to be ignorant as ****
Which some may say I already
Am, as to them that's what I show
But remember before u say I am
U better ****** question wut u know!
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
In a dark corner I sit in a ball
arms holding my knees to my chest
Trying to digest the stress I feel pressed against my neck
Like it wants me not to breathe
Not even sure of what to believe
What are my beliefs
And is it all just a placebo relief from whatever grief until we can find our next piece of happiness
Or is this as good as it gets
Left with the memories that are
Suppose to comfort me
Instead they remind me of what I lost
All i see is the loss and the cost of taking it for granted
So now I pay in regret for wut I don't have left while I try to collect all the
Pieces to correct a shattered life
That lost respect
Both mine and those around me but surround me as if to drown me by
Pounding my made mistakes in my
Face like the stake to a vampires heart
My only residule is this art that
I was never smart enough to use
Properly
but it is my only property
And All my life has to offer me
And so I offer these to you
In hopes that once it's spoke
I can say it wasn't all for nothing
That my heart was broke
That my spirit was gone
That my soul was *****
That those that depended on me
Remain hungry and thirsty
And onthe end I warn u if u wish for life not to scourn you
Don't be like me and let ur insecurities pour through
Don't feel sorry for urself oh poor u
Cause u can't afford to
So I implore u and inform u
That poisonous is self doubt
Or bath in ur own tears smelling like
Failure and no one can help
Take it from me a man who
Couldn't learn to believe In himself......
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
She said she was a twin
And had a twin sibling
So right away as I'm not gay
You know what I'm thinking
And if not then I'll simply
Be abundantly clear
A ménage trios is wut a man
Fantasizes will appear
So I imply and she hears
Understands and says hey
"if that's wut u want then I will do
It cause I love u" and so I wait
For her twin siblings arrival
Still In shock that my girl
Is willing so I'm praising her in
My head, as best in the world
And as the doorbell rings she smiles
As I jump so eager
And I'm not the only one as my
Girl looks happy to greet her
So as she answers the door
And invites her sibling inside
They both walk where I sit in the
Living room so I
Lift my head from the magazine
I have been pretending to read
As they stand infront of me now
And as my girl introduces me
My face has shock as my
Sister talks and grins
Saying *** this is my twin
His names James but likes Jim
And he's **** ****** incase u
Still want to get
Freaky she says laughing
Walking away and yes
Twins are opposite ***
Sometimes I forgot
Now wut the hell am I gonna do
With this rock hard ****
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Who do you think you are?
Talkin outa the side ya mouth, actin real slick, straight lookin at me wit that judgemental frown.
Who do you think you are?
Frontin, like ya know me, but check this I ain't pickin up What you puttin down.
Who do you think you are?
Sayin I'm weak and ya jus throw this out, on the real it ain't nowhere near time to fold.
Who do you think you are?
Sayin I'ma always be one step behind cuz I let every one see exactly wut cards I hold.
Who do you think you are?
Like you gonna protect me from all the drama, you think I dont what most people put out there is fake.
Who do you think you are?
Tellin me to quit actin sorry, staighten my *** up real quick like cuz the world took it's turn and now its my move to make
Who do you think you are?
Tellin me to look deeper, look real hard at wuts standin right in my way and I'll see.
Who do I think I am.......
**** now I see that this whole time it was me.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 8:35 AM UTC
Wut macht sich in mir breit,
bin gewappnet, mach mich für den Kampf bereit
hab alles getan um uns zu schützen,
hab gemerkt das alles würde nichts nützen
Versteht nicht mal was ich fühle,
was für Gedanken ich mir mach und wie sehr ich mich bemühe
Stattdessen sitz ich hier,
wünschte einfach Flo wär bei mir,
den ihr hättet kennenlernen sollen,
doch es gibt wichtigeres, ihr scheint das gar nicht richtig zu wollen
Hatte nach Mittwoch neue Hoffnung gefunden,
spielt keine Rolle, ihr seid frei und ungebunden
ich werde mich nicht weiter um Verständnis bemühen,
kein weiteres Gift versprühen,
werde mich einfach zurück ziehen und euch machen lassen,
versteh nicht wie ihr mich könnt hassen
hab doch alles für euch gegeben,
wollte noch so viel mit euch zusammen erleben
Weis nicht wie das weiter gehen soll,
spüre nur in mir steigt der Groll
vielleicht tut uns Abstand gut,
vielleicht geht dann auch die Wut
Kann nicht bleiben wie es ist,
denn bin dann nur noch mehr angepisst
tu alles damit es klappt,
aber egal was ich sag, ihr seid eingeschnappt
Hoffe wir werden mit der Zeit einen Weg finden,
die Zeit der Krise ohne weitere Schäden überwinden
Wollte morgen so viele Freuden mit euch teilen,
gemeinsam all unsere Wunden heilen
hab meine 100 Mauer endlich durchbrochen,
doch fühlt sich an als Brecht ihr mir jeden Knochen
hab meiner Familie von Flo erzählt,
wollte auch das ihr ihn auswählt
hatte mich tierisch auf morgen gefreut,
tief in mir gerade alles schreit und diese Entscheidung bereut
Ihr stellt eine Frage,
die ist für euch schon eine Aussage
hattet alles für euch schön geplant,
doch in mir drin bereits etwas mich warnt.....
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
How do I start...?
This is hard for me...
I probably will only generalize from fear of being ostracized,....
Actually that's a ****** lie too...
not even sure wut I want to say,
Sometimes wut I really wanna say gets polluted by being convoluted cuz it's secondary and secluded
by trying to sound poetic, or smart
then the rest just gets... Included....
I'm not even sure of myself...
My ability....
My limits...
I might even say i find security in insecurity,
Jailed without bail by my emotions and I can't find assurity
Assuring me
a stay on the green mile where I sit, green with envy...
Envious of even ppl I love...
Almost hoping they fail so I'm not alone.....
how truly sick is that?
How could u ever call urself a decent person after thinking that????
And after i drown and drench this depression in drinks
Then dry it off with drugs...
It only gets moist again by the inevitable stream of tears
And u can only let urself down so many ****** times before u can't lie to urself anymore to feel like
..u haven't let everyone else down
And my friends and family can only say ..."I love u"so many times b4 they realize that I don't believe it....
Cuz how can they love me when I don't???
And I'm way past a cry for help
So it's not sympathy,
I don't need it
I have been blessed until now with the most beautiful things life has...
And maybe losing those things has fukked me up....
how do I start....
Ha...
how do I finish....
When I haven't even said anything worth reading....
I use to think I was a writer...
Now I question if I can even do that anymore...
I feel hopelessly dead inside,
and I love my son,
but I can't help feeling trapped, in a sea of failure,
I can't help hating my weak will,
My bad habits,
My lack of motivation
My physical appearance,
My physical appearance
My laziness
And who I've become, when who I was.....
Was so much better.....
My night terrors haunt me...
I miss ppl I shouldn't
I'm jealous of ppl I shouldn't be...
I idolize my godmother for her strength to commit suicide:...
I am everything I use to hate in
others....
I could go on forever
but I'm sick of hearing myself think in silence
Even the voices in my head annoys the **** out of me, and make me sick til I tell myself to shut up....
How do I end this...
.... From judgement of a talented literary point of view...
I can't end it....
Cause...
I never really started....
Cuz when it is your monkey,
And it is your circus...
It's depressskng feeling worthless
When even a clowns have a purpose
.....which is more than me
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
There were nights I held our son
And just cried,
As he too cried
it felt like u had died .
Like the love we had was a lie
But we gotta move on and try
Cuz u never died
U were a deadbeat alive
But I guess u didn't feel like
Growing up just yet
Even though we spent years
Getting high having multiple partners for ***
But it all turns to regret
If it wasn't part of growing
Into 2 responsible
People or wut is there really showing
That we evolved from who we are
inTo who were destined to be
It was fine to be immature when
It was just us two but now that 2 is 3
Its like u resent him and me
like we ruined all your fun
But it doesn't matter who pulls the
Trigger when u helped invent the gun
So now u leave 2 scared men
Or ....2scared boys to cry
Like a mother and lover died
i hardly remember a goodbye
our son has ur eyes
So His eyes r urs
So it hurts to look at him some
Days but he's still adored
i won't walk out the door
And leave him to cry
Like u did to him
Or like u did to me and why
p*ss not important to an orphan
hoarding pain
But according to wut u tell my
Sister u stay away
Cuz I beg u to stay
And guilt trip u too long
But all I want is for our son
To see his ****** mom
You've never seen him Crawl
but he doesn't crawl no more
Now he walks like u walked
when you walked out our door
He's got about 7 teeth and
He dances to every song
And another piece of my heart
Breaks when he calls the wrong woman "mom"
Which he does alot lately
But as this all leaves my mouth
I want u to know that I don't
Just blame u I also blame myself
For not being enough to make
U stay...... and this is all
The reasons ur phone rings when
U ignore my calls
So I take as many photographs
As I can cuz one day i figure
When u regret not seeing your son grow up
I can always give u some ****** pictures.....
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC