"yaself" poems
walk away from your computer lay down and make a call
i want you to travel deep into my voice i wont touch you at all
with ya own hand i want you to carress ya face slowly go down to ya breast
rub them squeeze them lick the tip of ya finger and moisten ya ****** yes
glide ya fingers across ya thighs listen to my voice as i take you on this ride
lights off door locked im not in arms reach
but if you close ya eyes my face you will see
i want you in a deep trance
as you explore with your hands
"where i wanna be"
right next to you in the dark, naked between ya sheets
kissing and carressing every inch of your body i want to taste
i go inch by inch i promise to not let a drop go to waste
"wait baby dont let go of the phone"
i know it feels real and right but in reality it is wrong
continue, take that finger you use oh so much and let it play
rub ya **** left to right up and down every which a way
now go inside hit that spot to the left , im ya director baby
switch to the right go deeper in you didnt know ya fingers felt this amazing
you are wet, soaked and yet and still you listen to my voice
begging me to direct you a little bit more
so i explain how my warms lips are ready to explore
my wet tongue adds to the juices you already have flowing
i am eating you slow genuinely feasting on your soup of lust
circular motions on ya **** i know you never felt this and thats y you were about to bust
your fingers have found there way back inside of you for a new journey
now ya body is getting hot, **** ***** amd this nut you want it
chris is going to give it to you
back to being the director i put you in school
my voice guides you to a unforgettable moment
go a lil faster baby on that thing wet ya fingers a lil more
i know you already wet so let ya fingers slide ya ****** to the front door
loose yaself this last time
im ******* ya **** and you are loosing ya mind
ya body gets a chill from ya head to ya toes
you scream chris and i already know
on the phone i read you this *** poetry
now dont instantly stop i say carress it to ease
still i can hear you breathing heavily
you stretch, yawn and say i pushed you to the max
because you never had poetic phone ***
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
HI DUDES ALL OVER THE WORLD, MY NAME IS JOHNNY BROWN
AND I JUST UPLOADED MY AUSTRALIA DAY FIREWORKS DISPLAY
ON LAKE BURLEY GRIFFIN, THIS AIN’T MY FIRST FIREWORKS DISPLAY
I DID, BUT THE FIRST I POSTED ON YOU TUBE, THIS LOOKS SPECTACULAR
YOU SEE EVEN IF I HAD VOICES IN MY HEAD, I DRAINED IT OUT, AND FILMED
THIS GREAT FIREWORKS SHOW, FOR ALL OF YOU, SO WATCH HOW CANBERRA
CAN PUT ON A AUSSIE DAY FIREWORKS SHOW, IT GOES FOR 12 MINUTES
BUT IT’S A FABULOUS FIREWORKS SHOW, PLEASE FIND AT LEAST A QUARTER OF AN HOUR
TO CHECK OUT JOHNNY’S FIREWORKS SHOW, OK
YOU SEE, THIS WAS COOL, AND YOU WILL SEE HOW COOL THIS SHOW IS, OK
SO WATCH HOW I PUT ONE ON, OK DUDES, LET’S PARTY AS YOU WATCH MY YOUTUBE
FIREWORKS SHOW FROM LAKE BURLEY GRIFFIN, ON AAA YOUTUBE TV
ENJOY YASELF, BOBBYE
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Lose yaself I lost myself
Passin' notes but class I failed
That's a kno yu ask yaself
Fast or slow a Rabbit-Snail
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
By Drake
Poem by Arcassin Burnham
You use call me on my,
You use to, you use to,
Yeah,
You use to call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
Call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
Ever since we crossed paths,
You,
Choosing occupations for yaself now,
Even when you told my *** to get out,
gunshot to my head I feel so stretched out,
Cause ever since we crossed paths,
You,
Started going out and being a *****
Never settled for less, I know you need more,
All these mood swings I never seen before,
You use to call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
Call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
Ever since we crossed paths,
You you you,
You felt like I left you on your own,
Its obvious that the love is gone,
I never felt like I could be wrong,
Ever since we crossed paths,
You,
You got exactly what you asked for,
Why you wanna go and just do that for,
Beautiful honest woman's what I took you for,
You use to call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
Call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
These days all I do is wondered
If you ever smashed my heart into little pieces
wondered
If you ever smashed my heart into little pieces
Wondered if I ever hurt you deeply,
You don't have to please me,
you could be mad at me,
You could be so mad at me,
No,
Don't you turn the tables,
Changing my area code,
All the delightfulness in you Don dried up and died,
Now I need someone to set the tone,
Yeah
You should just be yourself,
Right now your someone else,
You use to call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
Call me on my sprint phone,
Late night when you crave for us,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
And I know when that hotline bling,
Baby I'll save you the ring,
Ever since we crossed paths!
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
Here's a little story I tink you'll like.
It's not bout' two shmucks looking for amour.
It's all bout' me, my life, and my big fat bluntz.
Imma bout' to tell ya what Reggae's for.
Reggae stands for peace and the luv in yaself.
It's bout' them spankable honies and big fat beatz.
It's bout' sweet **** chicken and otha tasty stuff.
It's bout' that dank smell of ***** fillin' da streetz.
Reggae's da warm sensation from a fresh beef patty.
It's the chill rub-a-dub sound of dat Marley noize.
It's the Jamaican sun spreadin light on ya gurl's curves.
It's the dutty jammin ya get in to witcha dazy rond-boys.
My life is Reggae. Reggae is my life
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
the definiton of a non ******* factor is you
something or someone that doesnt matter and i wont give my energy to
a selfless or worthless human being
who is miserable unhappy and on pity and drama they feed
i dont give a **** about you your feelings or thought
all in my business you seem to care alot
non factor *** *****
save yaself the embarrassment when you see me dont say ****
no snares, conversation, or smart comments
there are alot of things in this world that dont matter
and one of those things are ppl like you non ******* factors
when your name pops up these things come to mind
valueless,cheap,shoddy,useless,ineffective,and not worth time
along with fruitless,unavailing,pointless, oh and good for nothing slim
now since i knw your slow go to a dictionary to define
you are a disaster created by a ****** tragic mistake
something your mother didnt want but having an abortion became a option to late
**** more like dirt under my shoe
aww look at the non ******* factor get mad just look at you
go ahead run ya mouth let ya teeth chatter
who the hell is going to listen to a non ******* factor......
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:32 PM UTC
You ever cried yaself stupid?
After so many tears, after so many years?
You finally have that one last tear,
that tear that taste different from the rest.
A little more salty with a little more sting....
Wake up foolish girl!!
Wake up!!!
Your to good for them tears.
Taste this last tear and let it sicken you so, you never shed another.
Not for this reason.
Not for this man.
Not for anything...
Go ahead and cry,
cry enough, let it all out,
cry just until you've cried yaself stupid...
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Always been a leader
Never a follower because you'll become a borrower
To someone else's principles
I'm trying To open the temples
Of the people
But they too attached to the modern day pharoah
Nobody wants to wake up
Rather bake up and cake up
With hoes in make up
Ya playing yaself homeboy Stop being a material decoy
Demonized and hypnotized by the screen in front of your eyes
Once I realize the game I reset the pieces
Now my mind increase from communist thesis
Since I was a fetus I knew they cheated us
The poor that is put that on my kids
Yeah they thought I was gone fall off
Played the victim only So I could spark off
Learn the field in the art of war sun Tzu
Trapped my enemies without lifting a weapon
Fried their their brains like heat coming from a salon
I be the real deal sting like Holyfield
Stages are propped ain't no cops
Just elite sweeper all I have is my ******
And many will try to page ya
why
Cuz they want the vapors
Scatterin' the pieces of my brains patterns
I put a ring around ya like Saturn once I take turn
Of the microphone cuz my lyrics are prone known
For rippin' up lift chins like the stroke of an uppercut
From Dempsey who ever despise me
I'll make em rethink wisely widely
I be the best from.the north south east and the west
This new generation confused bemused
To money only to be industry used
Then later try to reclaim the lost blues valuable
Become collateral I be the underground colonel
Under the general Krino emcee God
Ain't no fakin' that listen to the sound of my gat
My mentals flaring bullets staring
Down ya membrane and it's tearing
Up ya melon shake ya body like gelatin
My girls discipline is like black Aunt Vivian
Killin' all villains with ease so don't mind me
Never Chase the papers only ****** up vapors
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Turn the beat up, and let the heat heat up,
Check it, my mics sound ice, glistening blinding suckas, from my frozen ice,
We move like mice, no snitches, cuz they get stitches,
What is this, mic murderers menace this,
Ain't no coming back from this,
My styles deeper than Chris,
Times two, peep the rendezvous, break down crews,
As an individual, yall edible, none of ya sources credible,
Im like Jada, sending a kiss, from the bullets that hiss,
Like a snake, silencers keep yall un awake, keep my stakes,
At large, take a charge of my Gurka cigar,
Fools ended up scarred, cuz they couldn't move faster,
Im linked cartels to rastas, def jam master blaster,
**** the news caster, i make my own moves from disaster,
Now ask yaself whos the master,
Build own my destiny,like the Rockefellers,
We be the Goodfellas,
Brown as nutellas, never dated Cinderallas , bellas bellas,
Give ya headaches to sweaters,
Dont nut in her,
Cuz she'll take for everythang, with no remains,
A crown without a kang,
Simple and plain, i take twist of the jane, blunt split,
Like the end of ocean, no boastin',
I stay in space, ghost floatin,
Can't catch my mind, its on the light of speeds time, to rhyme,
I keep bad design, im not thinking what you thinkin if you had my mine,
Slipping through time, speaking consciously and no sublime,
So suckas stand in line,
Ya lunch money is mine, bully em every line, tracks to design,
Carefully put in aligned,
Ya rhymes is burned, overturn, from the jury sentencin,
Yo what up world! Its my turn,
Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC
It’s in your aura
It’s in your eyes
It’s sitting up between your thighs
It’s locked
It’s loaded
It’s sugar-coated
With that mojo
Over-bloated
Got me singing to the breeze
Begging won’t you
Please PLEase PLEASE!
Get yaself between my knees
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC