"yey" poems
When it's not like the movies
Pour some yey in that girls nose
Hold it closed
She doesn't need an ambulance, shut up
Been doin this since I was eleven
A little *** girl, she's fine she's fine
Do you wanna get us ALL in trouble?
Haha girl, you're good
There she is!
Oh, maybe not
Get her in the tub, the tub
Cold water works best
Hold her head up
Haha fuckkk
Okay okay that's good get a towel
Get her in bed
Just wait a little bit she'll be up soon
You're so lucky you have me
Crazy *** Calli
Wild lil baby
Somebody get me a **** drink
Whew
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
I followed him
watching my feet
following his,
evading puddles
of an early monsoon
I said, yey
He said, yey
And with that telltale
monosyllabic
guise
Our mutual
feelings
were acknowledged.
We like each other.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 3:48 AM UTC
Finally, that we may be all at once all at once, when the coil is unwound and exhausted and begins to cool
And the corneal fillaments glaze into placid glass marble lakes, reflecting the small spurn of the world they held
That our soul should be upwelled
To the lapping stones of Valhalla, to be arisen by great arms and carried to our tableplace
To jest eternally of the great disgrace...
And woe of our whales, lost long afar
And the men who hunted them incessant
Pleasently warmed and vibrating with the humming mumble of the upper yards,
Worn travellers return to tired halls.
And sing,
"Hei do Yey-- be come what may,
High winter hünde beheld at bay
And Yeh they feed in rare reprieve
On souls of such we will not say.
Hei do lum-- what will be done,
What valor hark thy martyrdom
Upon thine breaths and storied crests
Upon thy tomb, thy charter won
Hei do ill, ye sum thy will
To heed thy lands upon the hill
Down back from whence thy kingdom lent
The battle-horn, heard she so shrill"
And I confessed,
"HEI DO LAI, TO WHICH I CRY,
MY CITY SLEEPS BELOW THE SKIES
AND DOES NOT SEEK TO SEE MY FEET,
OR EVERMORE AFFIX MY EYES."
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
So today you started with the why's, making excuses and reasons as you have every season since I looked at you, but now I see you and you think you can use the glint from that shiny silver tongue to blind me so you can bind me in your arms until I can't breath. And while you seem pretty qualified at splitting hairs and splitting sheets that doesn't mean you'll be splitting legs, not unless you get down on your knees and join this Sunday service, my body is a temple and you will worship it.
It is not a crime scene to be inspected, not a base to be infiltrated and not fire to be quenched. The masses have called out "Sister art thou there?" and I have replied rising from what remains of my childlike mind saying,"Yey, I am the mosque, come to me and fill me with your joy and celebrations, but only the worthy shall enter my sacred halls and learn my holy obsessions." So don't think you can break me in because I am not something to be broken, not something to be dominated or overtaken in one moment of reckless inspiration.
I see you shaking. Whether it's in fear or lust or just from the itch of dust forming on your skin from sitting patiently and waiting for the day when I give in, but just like you, it won't come. So whether you are wide eyed or tired eyed you will behold the glory that is within me, the strength that defines me and realize that I am baptized in the dawn of a new day. And you should know that I will not be coerced and as far as I'm concerned if you haven't learned by now that I am not your outlet, not just something to help you come around when your feeling down, your living puppet, then you never will. So you will never fill the gap between my thighs with your lies and turn around and call it love.
Preach all you want but this choir isn't listening, it will sing to drown out the deafening sound of your screeching, so after hours when my church is closed and your feeling empty and alone just remember that next communion I'll be waiting for your confessions, and then maybe you'll receive my blessings. But before then my doors are closed until you know the difference between impulse and infatuation.
So until the day when you figure out what you need to do and say, focus on your words, and not the way my bees talk to your birds.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
***
***
I
FOUND
SOMETHING
AND
DO YOU KNOW
WHAT THAT SOMETHING WAS?
it was a GRAYPE!!!!
I **** AT SPELLING
YEY!!!!
I'M HIGH ON GRAPES!!!
OMFG GRAPES
I HAVE JUST WASTED ABOUT 10 SECONDS OF YOUR TIME THAT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK SO I APOLOGIZE FOR-OSTRICH ATTACK!!!!!
IT STOLE MY GRAPE!
AHHHHH FLASHBACKS!
muffin.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
*She told me she loves
days of green
when soft rain falls.
yet she always
seeks shelter
when it rains.
She told me she loves
the hot hazy days of summer
when cloudless sky
and relentless sun
bake the earth
yet she covers herself
with sunblock
and sits below a shady tree
when its sunny.
She told me she loves
the feel of the wind
as it wails in the night.
yey she closes the windows
and shutters when it is windy.
That is why
I am terrified of her
for today
she told me
she loves me.*
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
*She told me she loves
days of green
when soft rain falls.
yet she always
seeks shelter
when it rains.
She told me she loves
the hot hazy days of summer
when cloudless sky
and relentless sun
bake the earth
yet she covers herself
with sunblock
and sits below a shady tree
when its sunny.
She told me she loves
the feel of the wind
as it wails in the night.
yey she closes the windows
and shutters when it is windy.
That is why
I am terrified of her
for today
she told me
she loves me.*
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
I’m comin in like a tornado,
Eruptin like a volcano!
Yey kno!
Twistin ya mind like play-dough!
Hey though,
I’m knockin ya out tha park like Jose Conseco!
I see you walkin round here like you’re flossin’,
Actin like u straight bossin’!
In my mind you just lost then!
You’re mind’s just a straight Holocaust when,
You believe your own lies & you’re lost again!
Gangsta life is all pretend!
Really it’s all just one big illusion,
Stemin from greed,hate,delusion!
Drugs enhancing the contusions!
Love n’ Hate become a fusion,
Confusion!
In all reality u steady losin’…
Inside my hearts beatin’ like an earthquake,
Exposin what’s real n’ what’s really fake…
Gangsta rap spreads lies that’s what they really make!
Oh for Christ’s sake,
Dunno how much more I can take!
Roly-Poly,Holy Moly!
Don’t nobody really know me,
Thought True Love overflows me,
Gangsta rap can blow me!
If there’s any truth ta rap than show me!
Gangstaz claim REAL recognizes REAL,
And can’t even recognize how they feel…
So what’s the deal?
Coverin emotions like they weapon conceal!
While I reveal!
Heal!
And give the True Love I never thought was REAL!
Heart of a warrior very persistant,
Though u may be resistant…
True Love is our very existence!!!
Even hearing this u may be very distant…
Wipe away your fear and it’ll come an instant!
Hulk Smash!
/// Omni-Slash ///
True Love comes down with a crash!
I’m like a phoenix rising from the ash!
**** the fame, women, and the cash!
Whiplash!
Un-conditional Love is where it’s at!!!
- Ken Manuel aka <3 <3 <3 3ye Kvndy <3 <3 <3
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC