"yor" poems
Once again I wore my spiked choker and wristband today
I haven't worn them in a while
Because everyone thinks I'm depressed when I wear them
But I realized I don't care what people think of me
I'm not hollow like I was the last time I wore this
So that is all that really matters
This is my little symbol of rebellion
Against hatred
To say to those who prejudge me and hate me:
F!ck you
I'll do whatever the hell I feel like
Your approval is not needed
I'm happy dressed this way
That's all that matters
I encourage everyone to have a little bit
Of that "F!ck You Attitude" today
Just little symbols of rebellion
Draw a black X on your wrist today
In black ink
If you support
Being yourself regardless what people think
And through this little ink symbol
Though apart in miles
We will be united in spirit
Be YOU :)
X
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
my keyboard is broken
like me
so some leer will be missing
hoefllly yo can ndersand
i'm broken
and like my keyboard
i'm missing things which
i can be cant be wihot
if yo can ndersand this
then maybe yor broken o
becase yo ndersand my brokeness which
is more then i ca say abot alot of eole
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
I am a grounded explorer:
I dream of travelling the stars,
but alas there are few tickets to even Mars.
I romanticize the explorers of yor,
who roamed the oceans to explore.
Oh to be with Captains Lewis and Clark,
an expedition through the wilderness to embark!
The maps are made and the earth is mapped;
The Final Frontier is barely unwrapped.
It is not a do-it-yourself sort of thing,
I cannot just into space my body fling.
To explore the unknown would yield such glee,
But I console myself: at least the world's new to me.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
oo put dis paintin on me walls
me gona find out eider way
me gona drive to niagra falls
to find out who ruined me walls
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
ey ***** me say to me wife
dis be yor stupid paintin,
no steve it aint (read double life)
**** you dis be ugly anyways
sorry steve, shush *****
u no i turned reggae
me name aint steve anymor
call me steve one more time
and il shove a lawnmor up ur ***
its reggae mon not steve
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
johny johny, "yes papa"?
did u put dis tin on me walls?
"no papa", telling alie?
"no papa", close your eyes
smack! dont put any tin
on me walls *******
sorry papa it wasn't me
shut up, smoke a splif *******
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
hoo could ave put dis ting on me walls?
maby is me smoke me a splif
me will remember if me did it or not
but me out of rolling papers
and me left me ganga in me rig
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
me left me rig at me work
me boss dont no ow to twerk
me boss tink she no ow to twerk
no wan wants to break da news
me just a shy island boy
still confused bout de paintin
*rip bing bing pop, ****** come in on line 1
no not extension 1, line 1, no wonder they call u
******
love reggae
love ganga
love art
love poetry
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
this old year in its last hours
checks its tie
its coat tails
its long trousers
spats
its insalubrious look
gets ready for one last stand
at the times square of our minds
sick in singapore she wrote
i rather be caned that live one more day
and i concurred i rather she'd be caned
than i
here in ohio i hear some winter birds
i swear and i attest
their forlorn cries carry far
and sometimes i believe i see their shapes
remotely flitting far
their cries carry far
here in ohio
where the winter snow came and went in two whole days
its surprising whereabouts both seen and felt
now we are back to flimsy silver lace affixed on
windows
infirm in beijing she said
they all spit!
i took that as a sign she was getting well
here in the post soltice winter there is hope
for longer days ahoy
the maritime soul departs in yet another lost boat
inexplicably tied to the date
sick in mazatlan she said the water makes me puke
i heard later she bought a boat to sail from the west coast
down to the panama canal then up the east coast to new yor
k
that was her plan
but no she gave it up after she bought the boat
she realized she would have to fill it with ***** and nothing
else
choice give up the ship or sink under the influence
i hear the "Rosa Linda" i still tied in long beach pier
I mourn such passing as the days
disclose and hide in a foggy patina of misremembrance
see this was her coat her gloves
the angle of her visor gave us more of her
than i can just now tell i cant even remember the color
of her eyes
and yet firmly believe that we once met
as i get ready to welcome a new year
back to the chalk line
on your marks
ready
set
go to my habitual everyday
here in ohio some winter birds
pester the air with their calls
perhaps they know something about time
I don't know
anyway, let's go meet another minute hour or day
sick in
ohio i say
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 3:19 PM UTC
cradle me in
your arms
never never
let me go
lull me in your
embrace
until
forevermore
tenderly hold me
in the darkness
of the night
let your loving arms
tell me that
everything
will be
alright
in
your
arms
I'll
feel
secure
from
harm
in
your
arms
I'll
have
not
one
little
qualm
cradle me in
your arms
never never
let me go
lull me in your
embrace
until
forevermore
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
Death is done for a reason.
And like life that's born.
It doesn't contain to a particular season.
But, from those losses that affect our lives.
You God is judging us to see the way we survive.
Strength comes from within.
Some can accept yor decisions.
Other want theirs to end.
Some understand this will eventually happen.
Because none of us live forever.
We live by your plans.
And we ALL die by your plans.
But while we are here.
Even for a little while.
We should be thankful to you giving us that chance.
Reflections is a sign of growth.
Where we see children grow right before our nose?
And our elderly grow gracefully.
It seems our live is a chameleon.
Where as we age we head back if older?
And the young comes more responsible as they aged.
Life, a reversal where we depend more on the youth for care?
Like we did them when they was a child.
So death will come one day.
We just don't know when, how or the way?
But, we still must accept growth.
Whether young or just getting old.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 3:08 AM UTC
As long as you love me
I'll stay by your side
I'll be your companion
Yor friend and your guide
As long as you love me
As long as you care
I'll do anything for you
I'll go anywhere
I'll bring you the sunshine
I'll comfort your fears
I'll gather up rainbows
As long as forever
My love will be true
For as long as you love me
I'll only love you.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
*My Sensual King,
I used to wake up
to goosebumps and shivvers
because upon throwing my blankets to the side
the cold of the world consumed my body
and my heart filled with sadness
and I always thought I'd rather be that way
than filled with the anger and greed
this world so wholly contains
I'd always felt i was misunderstood
because nobody saw me or the way I see life
they always wrote me off
and went along dooming the world
But upon meeting you all that changed
I stopped being afraid
I grasped a meaning
that I'd been searching for for so long
You warmed my heart
and upon waking I no longer shivverd
and my goosbumps remain
but they are only from the tingle
I get upon feeling your touch
My eyes are opened
to the love this world truly has to offer
and I can see now
because I found my loving shelter inside of you
With Love,
Yor Little Angel <3*
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Oh jeez I know yor there
ya fighting me a war in here
I know your in my head
depressing your the best
Can feel you on my shoulders
just waiting for the lull
when smiles do fade to whiskey
I know you'll have ya fill
But this time I'm all ready
no pills no down the line
I'm coming out a fighting
and winning is my time
I've had enough of sorrow sad
that look from other folk
me head is standing up and right
no looking down no joke
Depressing that your leaving here
but we all know your game
you'll wait for disappointment
your wait will be in vain
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
Your hair is a taste of paradise.
Impassible honey river
The Eden of working bees.
Those dreamers of dreams,
From rivers like yours
To more plausible streams.
Cascading sunshine:
Golden rays curl about your eyes
Light lending life to color.
A sweeter gaze,
Melting cores of sugary sentiment.
Still sour judgements
Pursue the insecurities
Of the worker bee.
Sha Ka Ree?
Oh he dare not dream!
Yor hair is a taste of paradise.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
want to know something?
I loved you
and I told you I loved you
but now im not sure
sure if I would recognize yor face
sure if you would recognize me
im not the same person anymore
and I doubt that you are
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I'll sneak up behind you,
No sound,
No noise,
Plant my lips on your neck,
Pull you close,
Make you a wreck.
This is my love bomb.
I'll lay you on my bed,
Undress,
Disrobe,
Press my skin to yor breast,
Feel your warmth,
Enter you; guest.
This is my love bomb.
I'll move deep inside you,
Tightness,
Magic,
Sink my teeth in your spine,
Hear you scream,
Relax; its fine.
This is my love bomb.
This is my love...
...
...
...
...
...bomb.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
I just wanted you to see...
I never tried to hide it...
The hatred I held within me...
And now you throwing a fit...
I knew this would happen...
As soon as you found out my secret...
The not so secretive hatred...
Within my heart and mind I held it...
And now you know and you have found out...
And you despize me...
And now you know what my poetry is about...
And I'm glad you see...
Me for me...
And my hate for you...
If only you knew...
How large it is...
It has engulfed my mind and my spirit...
And now all I have is this...
This love, a wonderous love...
But love not for you...
Oh God not you...
Love just for her...
You never knew...
But now you know...
Because I never tried to hide...
My hatred for you...
Now that you know...
YOU hurt inside...
And I love your ignorence...
But the truth is...
Yor ignorence is bliss...
And Its that bliss...
That I will miss...
As I stand with her...
Laughing in the mist...
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
Everyone is not perfect
But perfection comes in every way
You may not like who you are on the outside
And you change your self
To make you think you are perfect
But really yor already perfect
You perfect to person who loves you
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
Today is Today
Yesterday was history,Tomarrow is mystery
But today it is gift
not because we will get presents tomarrow
but because
we are still breathing
Some people are corrupted by the wrong road
that lies ahead of them of drugs,alcohol,commmiting
sucide
When in the future they may not know
because of their death
One false move it may be your last
You last kiss,Your last spoken word
Yor last chance to see your family
So many deaths were made
past,present,and future
You have to...
You have to live like your dying
Aug 29, 2011
Aug 29, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC
Carry me down into that liquid place again
where we meet without talking, even though
sometimes we're talking, where we laugh
without making a sound, the punchlines
floating off untethered and the corners
of yor mouth tilting up like commas
around some beautiful phrase we don't
have to try to remember. Wedge your knee
between my thighs and slip your fingers
into me again, let them be glazed
with human light and lift them to your lips,
let them tell you what they found.
I'll kneel before the sunset of your skin,
its pale tone beginning to blush, evenly,
every cell inspired to read, pushing toward
that ruddiness of purpose, that sigh.
My hands will wrap around the tendons
of your wrists to hold you here, lowered
over me like clouds before a storm,
the enormous thunder and then the rain.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
Gentle judgy eyebrows, hold up that cautious brow
Span the spacious distance from furrow to crown
Eyes of distant pewter pour
Over days of yesterday yor undercovers and desperate for....
Skin still young and sunlight starved, crinkle under laugh and yawn
Your beard a thing, a glory born, bushy brindles lightly shorn
Happy are the lips of one, who I fondly call S Dub
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
I wonder what you would say,
If you could read my mind.
Would you see yourself as I see you,
So gentle and so kind.
Would you follow the wandering path,
My thoughts tend to take.
Would you have courage and strength,
To find out what makes me break.
I would blush in embarrassment,
When my feelings went on display.
You would probably be appalled,
At the complete and utter disarray.
You'd stumble upon my dark secrets,
But would you turn and run?
Or would you take me by the hand,
And guide me into the sun.
Would yor judgement cloud my head,
With disappointment and shame.
Or would you smile and hold me close,
And love me just the same?
So if all these things could be seen,
Put on display for you.
Would you stay beside me,
And love me through and through?
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
was a long and lonely boy.....song
was a pregnant runaway child......girl
in the fields....what?
a place to live
or
a place to die
WHAT'LL YE DO WITH YOR SMILE
or your all seeing EYE?
what about your ...life?
what about the world?
Sep 3, 2010
Sep 3, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
It's crazy,
The way you see someone,
For two minuets of the day,
But it turns out,
It was the best two minuets of your day,
And you find you find yourself,
Wanting them.
More and more each day.
You feelings become stronger.
Your live because to strong to handle.
It's crazy.
The way you talk to him.
Only a few words.
The best words that ever came out of yor mouth.
The best thing to will ever hear.
The best moment in time.
Stop the clock,
And rewind,
Just to relive every moment,
Me and you will ever have.
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
I'm scared,
That someone else will be in your arms.
I'm scared,
Someone else will feel your lips..
Im scared,
Someone else will hold yor hands,
I'm scared,
You will choose the wrong person.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
you are like fire
with a light capable of consuming darkness and melting gold
you are magnificent
so profoundly brilliant that you have secrets yet to be told
you are like magic
perfect to watch but forbidden to touch
constantly giving but never enough
your demise is inevitable
how can they not see
your tears mould your body leaving me with an infinite sting
you crackle in my ear
getting louder and louder as you consume those around you
swallowing us whole and spitting out merely a silhouette of who we are
I dare not touch you
though my desires burn bright I wil not
for you are like fire
our touch will be the end of me
I will not let you burn me
my eyes sting as I watch you
I watch you dance
in a flurry of emotions I watch you reach
longing to grasp onto something
Anything
Desperate to burn and consume
I watch as your flame grows
Yor colors transforming you into someone else
I want to touch
To feel the sting
But I will not
I will not let you touch me
for your touch will be the end of me
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
We'll stand together, just like we would at the alter, side by side, equal, as one
And though your eyes are fixed on mine, slowly falling into the brown eyelids that are hedged inside,
Your ears, are elsewhere, swallowing whole, the words from below
That tell tales of the man I was,
The rapid blinks protruding from your eyes, overshadow your mascara,
As you try deeply to cover your ear, but the reminder that echoes leads yor eyes to whatever the source,
I ask you whether you're okay and you reply me in a mellow tone, as your mind turns into that of a phone,
Scrolling and selecting,
As you tolerate the comments section
That allows you to see another me.
And in that moment I only ask that as your mind spins you do not search for the answers as you would on your phone, but instead you remember the memories that continuously play on in your mind,
That you see past whatever I am to them,and look to the past to see what I am
Who am I to you?
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
Yor lips
As soft
Like a drop
Of dew
Flows
Off a leaf
During the morning haze.
So soft
Yet so chemicaled?
Your hair
The color of a wheat field
Shines so brightly
Yet so dim.
Your voice so soft and sensual
Brings me to newer heights with each day that passes
But when you come home and your voice is dry and raspy
Could this be
Because...
You building hallways are so filthy
The dust particles come from with in you?
Your skin..mmm
Your skin my dear,
So fresh and scented as the ***** water
Which flows from the ***** pipes of your building?
Your hair teases me from the scent
Of the ***** city air
And the dust particles
From the enviromental planetary
Sludge.
It entangles the sences of my nose!
Oh how sweet your purfume!
Your hands so soft
With dense lines on your nails..
Why is this so?
Could it be?
Could it be dear love?
You work too much
With your delicate dainty hands?
Or?
Is it the cheap chemicals
That must be!
Or just malnutrition?
Maybe
Maybe its just me.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC