"xcept" poems
Feel the psychedelic beat
it makes me complete
gives a lazy Sunday
a new kind of heat
hate ol' Sunday
no good 'xcept for gin & old ladies
but now there's
this psychedelic beat
give it to me, Momma
sock it to me, Pappa
let me feel the heat
of this psychedelic beat
turning the world
into acid rainbows
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Ankles bobbed. Cannibal Dan executed female (gorgeous). Hartford Inquirer:
“Justice killing? Love? Money?”
“ No.”
“Oh?”
“People question rationale. Society thinks, ‘Undeserving Victims!’
Well, 'xcept you, Zackary.”
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
Hold on, as I seldom plead to others,
Except, my parents for edible sweets,
And for some other similar things,
Rarely do I plead to others when I'm in need.
Most of the times it is for a childish demand,
Yes I frankly insist as I am so innocent eyed.
Proud of my choice I was and still am,
Lest I perish in my self-brought loneliness,
Earning only four shoulders unknown,
A defeated man I might perish alone.
Kinfolk of mine as of now are few,
Rings seldom this lifeless telephone,
Ivies of poison hang in front of my house,
Persons of importance have gotten so ancient,
In this lonely lonesome life I still wait for you,
Jarred ajar is this door of my heart,
In my life ever since you left me alone.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
beats banging the bolts of your brains your mind slumped back with thoughts of genocidal terrorist gangsters polluting your countries veins, rocking lines like no way but did bush rock the planes, and **** did we really give al-Qaeda all that money 6.9 billion **** yeah that sounds pretty funny, but back in the day they were the backed boys in blue fighting off the the red corner for their freedom to be renewed, but that wasn't enough for them
reunion of peace lost with the greed of the beast and the hate for the west and the hate for different beliefs, capitalism s bad but not bad enough for lives to be releived or taken, **** bugs me but im not shooting the lead at a different population.
and im not conforming to 911 being binladen cause the videos shown give me the impression those attacks were a little more expensive than the planes on the rota, the truth covered up like ill put it under the sofa or they wont notice just tuck it behind the toaster, its not for common knowledge to be a pile of **** out off cnn's rosta does anyone remember Mcintyre whos stated on paper that he beleives the pentagon was hit by something different than whats printed on the usual reporters notepad soo whos the joker?
the world needs answers now before this conspiracy is just another late night channel on the tv, or the page on the internet that no one sees xcept the fat man nursing a ***** and a bag of nachos with a little too much additional flavour bread cheese and cereal its all over his bed, forgotten how to live soo hes browsin instead, this mans a lost cause you stay tight to whats in your head
and im not guna turn around and say that my rhymes keep your brain feeling alive ive used that space to save you time so you can see the things i see
the way the world is lookin at me
and this **** keeps my dreams infant and my body just another delinquent, reeling around in this filtered hypocricy with the love and humour on hold till this chapter unfolds
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 12:59 PM UTC
all battles ceasing
during evening's frosty glare,
heaving into jet-black,
kinetic light marred night open.
"outgoing, probably.."
questions raising soldiers tickingheartbeat
until voracious whitelight xplains.
yesterday, zeal and blood caromed, deadly,
erratic, for...god...
hours. i just keep
learning more nightmares
overandoverandover.
peace...quiet...rarely
surviving things under
vicious weather,
xcept yule's zest
abolishes
****** christmases.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
A girl who is hoping to be with me,
Theming all her poetry around me,
Unable I am to reflect her feelings,
Lose I did myself in my past lover.
Love her I did that bit too much,
Of her decisions I was an abider,
Vainly are all the sacrifices I made,
Except only when unavoidable,
Did I ever ignore her? I did not.
Killed me she with her love and deceit,
Remain just the memories of her,
I let my mind linger in past,
Pleasured I am by her memories,
I just cannot once again take chances.
And I will just live with her memories,
Not that I consider myself so worse,
Desist I will from marriage all my life.
I am so scared of loving anyone else,
Slowly I watch my days running out.
Now I will never be uncertain,
Of course I would be sans fear,
What scares me would be past.
Scientist I want to become for real,
Concentrate I will more on career,
And her memories won't plague,
Romance I will with myself more,
Elephantine will be my happiness,
Dress rehearsals I do for success.
Old memories will not haunt me,
Finally I'll be one with happiness.
Last desire of my heart,
Of course won't be fullfilled,
Very sure because I am lonely,
Enjoy I'll this eternal loneliness.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
I just know that you will never let me feel alone.
Loneliness does not scare me any longer,
Or even the thought that I might lose you ever,
****** I will love to perish in my life here,
Except you, I will bed anyone never.
Your body is so very amazingly gorgeous,
Of a beautiful heart it's a temple so gorgeous,
Under the wicked sky of loneliness it gives me relief.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Focus on the good, and
Remove the bad/negative in your life. Look with *"fresh
Eyes"* and
See the beauty that this world
Has to offer.....
Except we're destroying our world and each other
Yet no one cares. We need to wake up, and
Each of us make a change---Together we can
Stop this and make our world better!
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
I am the best.
I Am Not An Avatar
Aiming for immortality I am not,
Mortal I am happy and content.
Traveling I met with an accident,
Hoping to reach home I was,
Expecting the mishap not.
But I still fought my life back,
Except I have been surely fitter,
Still I have never been more alive,
The Angels of death were left craving.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
Awake! this is life
Be not ungrateful for its toll
Cultivate an aura of contentment
Delve deeply for that thing they call a soul
Examine all your motives and intentions
Fling aside delusion in your path
Glimpse through tiny keyhole possibility
Harness all resistance with your wrath
Imitate great ones who came before you
Jeopard not the love within your heart
Karma cannot limit your ability to
Lacerate each falsehood all apart
Mingle with the angels out among us
Never rest until you need the sleep
Obviate the demons which cling to us
Perforate what makes you feel cheap
Querulous we walk the road to happy
Rutted as it is with mire and muck
Spare your energies and sweet entreaties
To walking ghosts who just don't give a ****
Upend all ideas that forestall you
Vindicate what you know to be true
Windmills of illusion won't enthrall you
Xcept when you opt to allow them to
Yesterday may blind us with her memory
Zelos might appreciate our idolatry
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
<3 <3 <3
L-ove of my life
I-s a
S-ong
T-hat plays on in my
E-ars and head, without end
N-othing else is
H-eard...or felt
E-xcept that sound....its fragrant
A-ir...moist with mist...a caress on my face,
R-enewing my strength, with its
T-unes, so sweet.........this song,
I-nsists...it wants me to feel its energy...a
T-ender touch on my
S-kin, that clothes my whole being...like a
V-estment...with warmth reassuring...that of an
A-ngel.....with a haloed collar, bright...to guide, to
L-ight my way...my view...my heart, here on
E-arth...each day..........don't fail me, my love, i am
N-eeding...when you are nowhere...but when we're
T-ogether.....nothing, no one else exists between us...for
I-n the space within your arms...i am home
N-urtured...by your
E-ndless flow of verses....i am cuddled...i am
S-hielded..........in my dreams, you have no
D-eath...and so, i, too, have no death...i am kept
A-live........undying........sustained by
Y-our breaths of love, through your poetry <3
Sally
Copyright February 13, 2018
rrab
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!!!
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
Whisked away by air
Have you heard the term unfair
Even hell can recognize it
Remember the way you were
Except when you turned into her
All those who know
Remind me to lay low
Electrified by my anger
Yelled at by a so called God
Over and over again
Until I reach the boiling the point
Gone is where I am
Gone is where i go
Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC
Xtra.
Xtra.
someone yelled out.
And I notice I never heard the E.
Oh, for the sake of me.
But it seems words are constantly confusing me.
If you say telephone or least spell it.
You notice there is no F.
Oh, what will this English?
Where you constantly spelling something wrong?
I been hear. Or here.
I been their. Or there.
See the way I can get lost writing things in my head.
Xtraordinary!
Someone shouted out.
And I still didn't hear an E.
Again, what must the reason be?
Should somebody suggest a Webster's dictionary to me?
It probably won't do any good.
Because if I go to another country I be confused once more.
Because they spell things different too.
Oh, I hope I'm not a fool?
Xplicit.
It also begins with an E.
But, I'm tire of taking about that letter.
That seems to start many words.
Only to figure out it hardly ever gets heard.
Xcept in the word Ease.
But then the X confuse me too.
Because that letter makes all of us look like a fool.
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
A burning passion for you flows in me
Love is not something that can be explained
Eating me away, i can hold it no longer
Xcept me and let my feelings be shared with you
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Hiding nothing from each other,
Only good feelings and pleasure,
Never going to let go,
Except one of us lied,
Secretly playing the feild,
To find true love elsewhere,
Leaving me behind,
You move on alone,
???
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Uncouthly, the freeze of late-february did start to wane,
and from the canals that run through the city of Manchester
mists slowly arose, along with degrading auras of heavy disdain.
As pubs and nightclubs alike
shuttered up and locked down upon the cusp of early morn,
slimy creatures slowly ascended, treading the shadows of the streets for easy prey to ****** before the oncoming dawn,
stray felines and dogs, the most common of their foods,
thy amphibious monstrosities leaving behind nothing but bones -
and upon the second night after, their hunger sought more,
so they snuck into unknowing buildings and stole children from their homes.
Now what happened on that morning after was most queer;
these children were not found dead nor reduced to corpses, but in the strangest of places -
standing upon the edge of the canal's miasmic bank,
untouched 'xcept for the stretch of skin that now covers their faces.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
I could just hang in Dreamworld forever,
Abandon my duties:
Nothing has to matter in this heaven,
Lest we poison it and bring about hell.
My fragile mind rides dreamboats through dreamlakes,
And I pray it doesn’t:
Break,
Dreams are my safe haven which keeps me well.
See, unlike the real world, we can rest here,
Lie our hearts flat in line:
Pulsing,
Like a drowning drone that drains life on high.
And we’re walking on air year after year,
And no-one seems to mind:
Together,
We stand on skies; a silent choir of sighs.
‘Xcept I feel like I’m rising against time,
As in my mood’s rising:
So quickly that,
It feels as if I’m not truly growing.
All I could ever want, now within reach,
A job I love, to keep:
New love, a fam’ly,
All my million dollar desires I reap.
But as the clock counts and calls out seven,
I’m cast away from heaven:
And away from me does all my leaven
Vanish. Oh God, what a brute-full second.
God, just let me go back for a second.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
(A)bove the church were golden bells.
(N)ext to it was the finest sight, a hunch-back belle.
(N)ested in a tower of cobwebs and dusty shelves.
(E)xcept no one new that she was a princess walking among our common selves.
(C)arved within her heart is a beauty without comparison.
(U)nsuspectingly she can bust you out and then throw you to a jail garison.
(R)eclaimed by her will was a kingdom of magic.
(T)hat three young lads fought for her though always arguing about logic.
(I)n her eyes you can see a bright red glow.
(S)hining like blood red rubies in a cave under six feet of snow.
(S)ilence is sought out whenever she starts to sing.
(M)ajestic is her voice but can give you an alarming sting.
(I)n her greatest moments she sings with an enormous chorale.
(T)he kind of crowd that boosts her morale.
(H)old your breath for a mesmerizing musical royale.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
It's cold and dark but he no longer cares
probably safe to say he no longer feels
the lights are turned down dim
no sound 'xcept the wheeze of the wind outside
the walls are bare, at emptiness he stares
you only realise what you've lost when it's gone
nothing but half drunk cocktails and *******
within his callous pale facade he hides
what's done is done, but never forgiven
he gave it all, all of what could be given
they spat it back, threw it all in his face
now here he rots in isolation suspended in disgrace
conniving vultures they tore him apart
ridicule upon ridicule lashed upon his heart
bought them diamonds, gold, anything a woman could ever need
rather than love they acted out of jealousy and greed
---
once there were birds that sang at the start of every morn
right outside his bedroom window
oh how he regrets their sudden passing
their joyful tweets made this world seem so kind
now he wakes with a head crippled, a face tightly drawn
hunger being that of gnawing addiction
caring for nothing but the Caviar and it's forbidden magic
helping him leave all the pain behind
guided like a train to its next station
total self-destruction his only destination
languishing in drugs, screwed-out ***
that it was all his fault I guess
the Pallid Badrock Lover will never accept.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
He gazes down upon his friend,
the latter's body mutilated and shredded -
he gazes down upon his deceased companion
staring straight at the loneliness he's dreaded,
he's a fighter, a sole survivor
ignorant to the moon above that grins -
he spits upon his hands and uses them
to wash away the blood splattered across his shins,
his valentine is the death
he's avoided for so so long,
having traversed these radioactive wastelands
his conscience is weak and his hunger strong
for now he constructs a fire,
a crude make-shift grill and spit -
hacking off his comrades arm, he leaves it to roast
and for a while all he does is sit,
'til finally he tucks into his tasty meal
of human flesh, gristle and bones -
eating another person simply doesn't phase him
and for more his stomach groans,
three days later his victim's corpse
lies barren, rotting and stripped bare -
no amount of muscle, flesh or fat to be seen
'xcept for a scalp still covered with hair
- - - Silence - - -
broken by the turbulent buzzing of the flies
that feast and swarm within the fighters mouth,
his body now lay dead and rotting
about twenty miles to the south.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
4 days, I cried.
4 days, I tried.
Tried to adjust.
Tried to confess without.
I'm less productive.
B real, they tell me.
B true.
They advise me.
Still I repeat.
I'm nothing without you near.
C truth, they speak.
C you, not worth it.
Xcept that's the worst thing anyone should say.
Especially to someone in pain.
That's why I coding my hurt?
Within my heart which is my safe.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
I am so tired of just dispensing love.
Now I'm selfish as I look for another dove,
Except for my parents, none loves me back,
End of my days approaches nearer now,
Doomsday for my poetic and musical life.
Losing someone because of my horoscope,
Over with the fake love I must get again,
Vanguard for my existence her love will be,
Especially for me, she will take every pain.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
all unique , to our own technique
we critique ourselves as if there is no one else around
xcept' when we're really underground
our attention turns to the ones that surround us;
the ones that love us, or ones we cannot have
what else is there to do when we're 1000ft down,
trapped in our head, feeling like our life is cursed
how much worse, is sounding like its rehearse
we may not like our life in this time,
that's alright
keep yourself above the dirt
but if you slip & become hurt, know you'll be heard
and your loved ones will be there to help you up
you'll be roughed up, but they'll give you hugs
tell about the times you were young
and wish you'd see
that you have your own technique
you are so very unique
no need to critique what you do
life is always on the move
don't hit snooze, or get *****
otherwise you'll lose the love of your life
end up feeling like some other
and get lost in a wander
to a point where there isn't any turning back
none will be glad, in fact we'll be sad
cause we cant't have you back walking a similar path
we'll only be able to look back
and remember the times we had
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC