"yatch" poems
I get it, my problems aren't that bad.
Worse things happen to better people everyday.
I live in a costal, wealthy, yatch club town,
Officially an only child,
With my judgmental sister spending her freshman year in Manhattan.
I live with my favorite parent,
who doesn't care what fun I have
as long as I'm honest and safe,
and of course I get my schoolwork done,
and the other who drives me insane
is fortunately not in the same area code as me.
But it hurts
To be the listener for the people who created me
As they speak horrible things about each other,
Express their loathing for one another.
To be so broken
And not to know what do to about it..
Self abuse is in my rearview,
but I just hate talking about myself so much.
I've gotten really good at bottling up
And moving on
Just letting my bad thoughts and feelings
Dissolve into worthlessness.
But sometimes it ***** to be alone.
I just wish you were here to tell me I'm not
and that you love me.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
whats up
comin at cha
from a different perspective……
I
don’t have to be a gangsta
pack heat
rock jordans
300 dolla feat
ice coated nines
blindin muthafukkas
actin all hard
causin a ruckus
I roll wit style
my own I made
not actin like a *****
still getting paid
I
been married 10 years
still eatin that same salad
real love is better
than ******* tryin to act valid
see if fake *** **** is what you sellin
my crew see threw
be handed out honeydew melons
I’m a new kind a rapper –
See I
help ya move
and loan cash
same friends
since way back
roll deep
smoke ****
life cheap
retire neat
buy a yatch
drive a jeep
grow my own
still a freak
I’m a different kind of rapper –
you can call me Sammy T
or MCDJPJS, if a please
i bring it hard
put ya on your knees
have ya starin up, mouth all agape
but when I still don’t touch ya
you be callin ****
try to knock me
down like Cosby
***** I’ll trap ya
sell ya *** to Pauly
feed ya mushroom
set you in a field
play some grateful dead
watch ya spirit yield
Im a different kind of rapper –
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
*I'm planning to cross the ocean
I'm planning a swim under the sun
I'm planning to hit and follow the road
I'm planning to lift all my load
I'm planning to endure the hurt
I'm planning to fix my heart
I'm planning to tightly embrace
Water my faith and bloom in grace
I'm planning to give it another try
Even if it might as well make me cry
I'm planning to osculate again
And walk with you in the rain
I'm planning to forgive that day
Even if it still feels like yesterday
I'm planning to get up and get going
On a train, yatch or a boeing
I'm planning to lift myself from down
And instantly leave this town
Pulling my socks,tightening my laces
'Cause I'm planning on going places
There's a peace I seem not to have
I'm planning to find it, and to love
I'm planning to write another chapter
One that ends with happily ever after*
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
A man with a dream
Is No different from a kite
For they all lack vision and sight.
For some the sun shines East to West
But mine shines West to East,
So l have no time to waste.
I wasn't born with a Porsche
I never had a Yatch
I Never had a Country house nor a Country Club.
I never wore fancy Silk Blazers,
But my past does not define me and neither do my deeds or words uttered from my mouth.
No one believes in me
I am all l have,
My ambitions are like echos from a cave.
But actions speak louder than words
And my dreams will never fade.
I look to the North
The East
The West
The South
But there is none like me
I am different, l am special, l am like no other that has roamed this earth,
They Try to hold me down with the system,
They secretly doctorate me and use Shackles and Chains to limit me.
But l laugh at them
For my dream is bigger than me, them or any man on this earth.
FOR I AM A MAN WITH A DREAM
And it is my only drive to the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
In my world, there is a boundless ocean so bountiful
It was tinted crimson like fresh blood flowing
Some places are calm, while some are raging
As I sail with my rusty sailboat and my fractured paddle
By what I saw, I was utterly bewildered
Bleeding people with smiling faces
Crying people in broken pieces
Now I know why the water was florid
Why do people do these deeds?
Ain’t it painful enough when they bleed?
Why do they continue loving, as if it’s their creed?
A crazy world, is full of crazy people indeed
I sailed near a shipwreck and found a desolate man
He was staring into space, maybe the horizon in his sight
What was ever beautiful as it is ending, the setting sun
I asked him his experiences and this he told with all his might
There is always a possibility of failing to reap what you sow
But we still love, for we might be the victor, who knows
Then why do we love? Isn’t it for happily ever after?
When that happiness fades, do we then surrender?
No, no! Never lose hold! Just hold on tight!
A couple in a luxurious yatch chimed in
The storm will pass as you endure the rain
You’ll see, if you both survive, a future brighter than sunlight
But then a free spirited surfer interjected with glee
Why must we endure if all we feel is pain?
Like what he said, in the end we may not reap the grain
If they can free each other, why prolong their agony
You are and will not be wrong to start it and continue to hold
But, I say, your resolve may be weak, to see it to the end
Or time had caused its toll, and behold!
This is what happens when your will eventually bend
Still, don’t worry dear sir, your boat is maybe broken
But I know and experienced, time will do the fixin’
And you’ll sail once more after you stand up when you’re down
Unless you decide to end it all here and drown
Time does it magic without end
To further bond, eventually erode or slowly mend
Love and time in a sense is eternal and relative
Farewell now wanderers, we still have a life to live
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC