"youngblood" poems
Like every youngblood in love
I want to write something
that gets away from me,
the next Great American ___,
sprawls like the city I live in.
Still these Northwestern scapes're contained
by rivers, valleys alike, and mountain range.
these lands are fertile, the soil tangible,
dig your fists deep, bring up handfuls,
the people tenable, shrouded in the times,
still waiting awhile whilst consumed with fever.
Feverous of injustice as done by Evil.
Amongst all these radicals and activists,
must wax progressive: hell, I can fix this.
Crack the can, a forty down to sixteen,
still the same American Malt I've been in.
No poems but my belly's getting swollen.
I don't wanna write no odes to bottles.
If I'm drinkin' in heaven I haven't the heart in
which to dwell upon our...
A sprawling poem leaves lines undone
to be penned in, in half-heart, without
a care that I gave them.
I've seen the best m-
Oh what have I seen?
What I knew, nothing new
just the cacophony of windy trees.
But'cha wait for these moments
when it's clear.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
Hey everyone, what's going on? Why is
Everyone running around going nowhere fast?
Yelling into their phones, driving crazy-what's going on?
Yesterday seems like forever ago and
Other days seems like they will never come.
Underneath the stars, I sit, & wonder if people even
Notice the beauty around them or if since they're
Going to fast they miss ever little
Beautiful thing around them?
Life is short. Live for the present!
One day you'll regret it.
Once today is gone, you'll never get it back.
Don't regret. Live for the moment. Love each other!
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I am not the blithering, sad poet type.
With a foundation comprised
of bone dust,
brittle petals crumbling
at the first sign of danger.
Think of me
Fondly and fiercely
as Persephone's flower
Dreaming tenderly
upon a case of
aging dynamite.
- Rhiannon || Yeti Youngblood
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
make love to my tattoos.
kiss them, brilliant.
breathe into them the
elegant way that you live
easy, free, alpha.
my tattoos are
who i am
they are my insides as much as my outsides
i am turned inside out, even
lover girl, with flakes of skin
dusting inspiration windowsill collection
graffitied DNA Physical sins
a wrist left heart broken
I lost
my eden somewhere
in the night counting
the flakes of
my dreams for tomorrow
that gather on the floor
alongside my memory foam coffin
in a clump of
yesterday’s skin.
Yeti Youngblood
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
Freedom
Insane
Divant
Elementals
Love
Integrity
Thank you
Youth
Bravery
Ravishing beauty
Applying oneself
Value
Energy
Revival
Youngblood
Intelligence
Nuture
Tibetan
Evening wrongs
Great mother
Reading
Intuition
Techno music
Your mind.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
hey im alright with opening up scars
if it means i can remember you,
buried underneath my skin, are you
red or blue?
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
once – oh – we were young
glorious an' burdenless
so sweet the youngblood candydness
heroic an' iconic
shouldn't that been written
down on leaves of gold?
tryin to reach the stars
dying in our skies
the purpose orphaned - and of less
than any kind of size
once – oh – I was young
ignoring good advice
called fate to arms & dice
and never and
to-none-the-less
the demons dearly died
the road of burning youngmanhood
so perilous and broad
the pride of lacking country,
ethos or a god.
stupidity! – oh privilege
a bashfool in his prime
i got a glimpse of my turn to good
oh glittering prize
oh heavenly burden of light.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 3:23 AM UTC
Mad archangel 2020 scam, dead weatherman noos report blam
be live-r to the umbrella storms;
“Stiffen up, you needa chief more
kid, you’re riffin’ with a
legend— as it is,
it’s a sewage drain,a bed
Pan the pipes of dawn’s
crack;at end of the tusk,
the silverback-gorilla camo on the lawn
kept the rusted metal on a locket-chain
hanging off his pocket;pocket-watch
hang from his eye-socket;
.seed sewn, from the cornrows
in his carriage-patch, 3-wheeled rig and [a battery-pack
lithium frame, told him, ‘slow down black’
—ain’t no money in that”
magazine gass’ed up -let me hand em the curls;
code to the Source,name
the names, bigstick for walking a sideways polemic
fortyoz forecast for
hisshadow stringed-up a harpwing tune
the maddog politick;
Show ‘em on the map
-where it rain tonight?-
(not that alley X the liquor store—sea the eagle
swim gelatinmass of marvelous cherrylime-green sky;
posse told him to pass
his flying colors, vomitspittle—
Magnesium flare—was all his
day in the dunya,(we all got’em)
bent youngblood ear like a
bloodhound:
What’s the static charge?
Smash!pumpkin brain s-p-l-a-t, rush to eat the seeds?
all the sparrows scatter cuz the lights
is red,white&Bluuuue on L juice
—Ah! Hell’s loose, call me a river and
press
snooze.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
At the LAUNDROMAT / the sign, all in Caps.
Time : Midnight at half past
It’s like a home for my home-girl
And that Chicano Youngblood
Cutie with his family duties /
in the lateness of tonight, doing laundry:
Folding his brothers’ Johns
His Tia’s Lacey skimpy's
Crumpled like tiny ****** / scrunchies.
He’s Methodical, his eyes don’t waver
From his work,
Tries to not notice mines
I feel like I’m in a rap video,
My chick being clocked by dark eyed,
She does not notice,
& while at tumble dry
I can’t quit ogling at ****
Hanes-shirt white,
Mr. homegrown boy / guy.
Headphone Speakers have his ears
Texting back at spam / females,
Smartphone shiny thick ‘uns
While I watch salivarily, licking lips
**** so Fine!
My muffled salutations—hot ****
He’s Adjusting himself front faced
my window to
Things that makes you go hmmm...
I feel I should somehow
Cater to these wiles inside
Aquiver / wrought / A high
Willowing / body admonishing
the vibrations of deep bass
like hard hip-hop rap beats from
Impalas riding way low,
Tinted windows vs. blind faith
Reality vs. perceptions from our
Fantasy / briefly close shuddering eyes
Awake not a dream spared.
(Hello there!)
Midnight at the Laudromat,
This is some reality at that!
Home grown boys
And drool drops / swimming in thought
From the corner of mouths
Words are *****
Past the late of moonless nights
In the neighborhood of Twain and
Corona beers (hold the virus)
We’re all marked by the streets
And the big empty inside us...
The hunger pangs,
Homeless outside chitchat on black
Skittering past
City Wildlife
At Midnight at the Laundromat.
Yes ****** &
Too **** at That
(In all caps.)
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC
Happily Ever After
Alls well it ends well
Ending and beginning a different story, slightly less intriguing
than the last
Still there
Still charming
Just dull
Dull when hands swim in hair every night
When minds meld and eyes dilate
When your skin burns for theirs
And then it doesn’t
And then you sit side by side
Having the time of your life as your life passes you by
Staying sat and saving money
Making lists of things to do
And their name sits between laundry and dishes
When their kink becomes coupons
And your fetish is a foot rub after a long day
And you wash it all down chamomile and sleep
And you fall back into their grasp
Never having left
And still feeling far away
Youngblood with old souls
Barely a history to have had
Sorting through the things that happened when nothing’s
happened in ages
Still knowing this is yours
Where you belong
Carrying the torch to a fire unlit
But when embers never die
They must be nurtured
Through meaningful breath and dry brush
Until they sting your leg with a spark
And you burn them with your silence
As you climb back onto their lap
And smoke rises to your mind
And smothers your doubts
As you light a bonfire scented candle for the night
And for every night
Rekindling the spark and rolling over to read on your kindle
Nov 3, 2021
Nov 3, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC