Best Bad Vibes Poems
I noticed her limp immediately
when she sat next to me on the bench
in the park outside of the Prado.
I inquired about her deep brown eyes
behind her octagonal glasses
that looked sad and defeated.
“I was robbed here yesterday,
during siesta,” she said.
“Two men with knives
jumped out from the bushes.”
She was Finnish and her trip to Spain
had to be cut short
because of the incident.
For a moment, I wondered,
but that didn’t stop me from asking
her if I could buy her a cup of coffee.
Minna looked tall and slender
in black jeans and matching leather boots
and her hair billowed while she hobbled
as we walked to a nearby café.
We chatted about our countries
over coffee and chocolate;
I told her about Brooklyn and baseball
and she talked of a girl’s life in Helsinki.
When our cups were empty
we drank cold Spanish lagers
under the café’s awning
and we laughed and connected
and Minna seemed to forget about
the previous day’s terrible afternoon
with each cool sip.
I trusted her true and dusky eyes
and asked her if I could lend her some cash.
“You can mail me a check
when you get home,” I said,
but Minna shook her head.
“At least take some pesatas to get
you through the day,” I added.
I reached for my wallet,
but she touched my knee.
She smiled faintly and brushed her hair
out of her face.
“There is something you can do,” she said.
“I don’t want to leave Madrid
with a bad taste in my mouth.
Can you walk with me
past where I was robbed yesterday?”
My guard went up again and I thought,
for a shameful moment,
that this was part of her plan.
I reluctantly agreed to help Minna
exorcise the thievish bad vibes
and we walked back to the spot of the offense.
She held my hand and I half-expected
a knife-wielding duo
to spring from the shrubbery,
but there was nothing except
for the sleepy midday Spanish sun
poking itself through the canopy of trees.
“Do you feel better?” I asked
as we returned to the bench
in front of the Prado.
She didn’t say anything,
but held my hand tighter.
There's a rehearsal in the castle, cult party masquerading on the dance floor latin verse sermons the words heard will entrance you, transfix you,
The devil advances towards you and sits you around the marble table where we talk about our carnal instincts and every situation that we find ourselves deep in.
Morning star calling from the depth of his evil pits where I sleep on bed of nails just to hammer down my dreams with something more uncomfortable than standing on ya steep cliff.
Cold and lonely only having ghosts here to speak with about the meanings of life and the lies that we keep hid.
Within controlling moments of emotions that we sink in and sync with relations on a basis of us needing to create a status where were being with each other cos we're linking and we discover that we break it...... now we're seeing our relationship sinking it sinks to the deep abyss
My vision is impaired by unclear scenes I'm witnessing and feeling sickened to the stomach from the butterflies in flight when my gut instinct senses some lies from bad vibes I'm like
Am I jumping to conclusions straining to think straight brain becomes a nuisance
Am I jumping to conclusions the illusion of love is still just as intrusive.
And I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel clueless in bad moods, usually I'm living as if I've something to lose
And now I'm tryna figure out what to do blaming you isn't saving myself from the truth proving our pacts broken.....
......Will I think logical or act on emotion when I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel brutal in bad moods, cluelessly now living as if I've nothing to lose
And I'm tryna figure out what to do thinking of a better way to proceed to see all this bull through re-evaluating recent events judging my errors bearing in mind I'm civil and often couldn't be fairer
Anything I tell you isn't out of a conscience I'm conscious but I'm hurting inside and this stomach aches constant
I've put up with this nonsense dealing with ghosts
Like sometimes it bothers me and sometimes it don't
AMBER
Amber described her.
High yellow like the sun itself
With a inside orange like a
Fresh lit fire.
Eyes so intriguing, heart so fatiguing
From critiquing men,
That weakened her.
Men that weekend her when she deserved
All the days on the calendar.
So beautiful she once was
With a smile that could brighten up
The stormiest day
And a mind which was once used,
Now abused and confused.
Her heart of gold was sold
To the lowest bid, and the old pains is hard to rid.
That cut on her left chest
Is still open after so long, it just wants to heal.
Constant pain that trembles up her spine
From constantly bending over backwards
To satisfy people.
Now that fresh lit fire inside her
Continues burning.
That door that stands inside her heart
Is no longer turning.
Those eyes that was intriguing
Is now reeking of bad vibes,
That smile she once had decided to hide.
She raised her pride, it lowered her cries
Now she only cries inside.
But, that is Amber.
Amber is who I’ve described.
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Usually counting down Fridays
Friday is actually Friday the 13th
A day that is traditionally superstitions
Surrounded by bad vibes bad luck,
Spooky superstitions, bad situations
General bad feeling of terrible luck.
Not exactly a day anyone looks forward toward
Because many people just expect the worst.
Don't walk under ladders, or break that glass
Black cats, bad luck if come cross you path
Now Friday the 13th is seen as unlucky day
None believers will pray
Whether should expect terrible situations
This is also a day when people tend to be extra superstitious
Worried bout things like black cats crossing their path
Through this day dealing with many unlucky situations
So next time you walk under a ladder
Look up, Oh!! no wait watch out for that anvil
04/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
A bright young fellow named Ernest
Went to med school to be an internist.
But the sight of insides
Gave him really bad vibes,
So he took up accounting in earnest.
A shifty young lawyer named Stan
Came up with a devious plan
To avoid paying taxes
Through complex finances,
But was told that his plan wouldn't stand.
A beginner in fencing named Perry
Was finding that swordplay was scary.
"Not to belabor
But it's defective, my saber!
It thrusts but refuses to parry!"
An anemic young lady named Madeline
Became increasingly maudlin
When she came to discover
That her boyfriend and lover
Would sleep through the day in his coffin.
A lady tourist named Lisa
Fell from the Tower of Pisa.
On the way down
She thought thoughts profound
And remembered to renew her visa.
A deadbeat gambler named Owen
Ran into the guys he was owing
Who, with style and with ease,
Broke both his knees,
After asking him, "Hey, how's it going?"
A big rock-and-roll star was Ben,
But now just a 90's has-been.
The girls and their aunties
Would throw him their panties,
But now no more groupies has Ben.
("What's in a name" contest entry)
A pure breed horse worth value
When pureblood doesn't mix out of its kind
A kind of horse which lives within the wilderness
It's known to be the leader of its herd
When it runs in front of the rest
To lead them to safety or migrate to another location
A horse like this has royalty blood
Royalty pass down from generation to generation
A nonstop tradition among them.
Sometimes they fight when a horse sees
Its leader is becoming unfit to lead its herd.
They fight for royalty position.
They are known to be a stallion
This is an unattainable wild horse.
A horse such as this one is rare to be caught
They fight for their freedom from being captured
A horse senses good and bad.
When a wild horse senses good in you
It'll sense it from your vibes when it senses good.
They'll resistless and finally give in when it knows you'll be a good owner and treat it right. A horse becomes your best friend. They'll go home with you.
If a horse senses bad vibes from you.
It'll escape and attain its freedom from being captured
Mistreated and kept in a stable under poor conditions.
A horse with beautiful skin, shiny and black
To thy mustang horse, I rather see you from the distance
I prefer to see you run wild along with the rest of your herd.
Running along with your kind as a leader.
I hear you stomp your hoof loudly onto the ground when you irritated or-
When something is bothering you.
What makes you elegant is when you stand and
raise your forearms by bending your knee to lift your cannon and pastern high towards the air
Your worth thousands due to your astounding beauty and purity.
Sometimes when the sun reflects on your skin.
You reflect that shine due to your beauty within your skin
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Thoughts unspoken, feelings remain hidden,
Concealing all emotions, she walks ahead
All rainbows and sunshine.
Unravelling her will take hell lot of time.
She portrays herself to be strong,
Thinks she can gather all the broken pieces...
Rejection played a crucial role in where she is now.
Her gorgeous smiles don't give away
The beautiful mess that she is.
She refuses to acknowledge those unpleasant feelings,
She has mastered the art of fake smiling.
Oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions,
The world thinks she is an open book.
Unaware of the hidden pages, the unspoken secrets.
She sure tried to get rid of the bad vibes
That passed right before her eyes.
But no matter how much you rub a black board,
Some marks are not bound to go.
She refuses to lose her dignity
But she has lost the ability
To dream a 1000 dreams
And never fear anything.
She can't take rejection anymore.
Yes, she is a beautiful mess,
A mystery, a fragile heiress.
into the heat
the path spirals
bad vibes
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
HATERS – GET A LIFE!
Haters, Haters, Haters!…Just can’t be positive just waiting to see me fall.
When you need to mind your own life and getting that on the ball.
Your discontent for your own life is projected in the joy you get in being Sarcastic.
Hiding negativity you call constructive criticism, when the reality is…. You just like causing static!
Why do you drop your Lack of confidence in yourself, on others?
All the while acting like you care for them as a friend, or like a sister/brother.
Why does your LACK of SELF-ESTEEM and FAILURES seem to fully ignite,
Every time you just catch a glimpse of me your sight?
I feel sorry for people who like you, just love to Hate,
Always trying to put salt in your game, and piling bad vibes on your plate!
It’s sad you know, It must really SUCK being you!
Finding ways of compounding peoples pains thru and thru!
Heck, YOU must HATE being and feeling sooo distressed.
Having to lie to yourself that you are so much better than the rest!
Your just a malicious, bitter, weak minded, and sad individual,
But no worry, hearing your kind speak, Trust Me is not unusual.
So believe me, I know that when I am happy? I can see you coming a mile away.
Watching you as you get closer just pondering what mean things to say.
I have learned a lesson from you however, that has given me new insight.
And the lesson is...
If I see you coming I know I must be doing something right!
Honestly though?
I pray one day you clean your own house from obvious stress and strife.
Cause I NEVER allow you to take God’s Joy from me. So HATERS - Get a Life!
A true Walden pond,
Slashed roads that break beyond.
We light a Philly XL;
Cut and filled with ganja and ale.
Lack of concern,
No pity and no pain.
Lack of emotion,
What a laugh to call it
A shame.
Filled to the brim with
Whisky and rye,
A burning blunt misting the ride.
Laughter that can’t hide smiles,
Chopped lines
Sparkle like flowers.
Not a care in the world;
Who cares, and no food from chores?
Whatever, now more on to more;
The opiates that came from the chores.
Pop four, then take five more;
Crush the last one to share for.
Bad vibes sweep the room,
Never intended to pay the check only
To leave so soon.
Stumbling through town again
Because of the hallucinogens,
Really, there’s no such thing as sin.
A thesis built on Gonzo traditions,
Break out the hash,
The lines are spinning again.
You’re my only one…. You say im youre only one too….. The vibe im getting is saying you got a ton….. And im
just added to the crew…. I wanna see us going some where….. You say you think we gone go far…… The vibe im
getting is saying my heart is just going to tear…… And your not evening going to get a scar….. I see myself
giving you a house key….. You say you see me having yo babies…. The vibe im getting is saying you using me
as a trophie….. And looks is all you want from me….
So im getting these bad vibes……. You tell me I shouldn’t let me cry… And they mean nothing… But I think they
mean something…. Saying you have something to hide….. So as my heart is beating… this text you reading….
Do you want to be wit me honestly…. Cause theses tears is making what I see kind of blurry…. I cant see what
the truth holds…. Ima try to be brave yeah a lil bold..... I might get hurt….. At least ill be alert….. To this cruel
thing called young love…… That has me feeling like crud..…
I may crumble from quiet fear
that somehow showed right now, right here.
I sense stirrings of potent ache.
I cannot bear that we may break.
This nightmarish foe may not near.
How dark formed is in no way clear.
While we embraced, bad vibes appeared.
If we don’t fight for our love’s sake,
I may crumble.
To this sad fate we never steered.
We must deny it any tear.
I’d rather final pills to take.
Coiled in our garden is a snake.
Should we lose all we now hold dear,
I may crumble.
Birds of the same feather hailing from different places were summoned by a warlock. They speak different languages and were transformed into something else for their dishonesty. For them to understand each other, the warlock granted them one last wish -- one language to express their thoughts. They can't do anything to please the warlock, hoping they can return to their previous appearance and identity. Right now, they are talking to each other...
"Seventy-eight years ago, I recall, I learned that I was born to be a reader. I moved from place to place for being homeless. I have no name, but people called me "Tarot." Many people everywhere in the world loved me when they discovered me. And yet, many people hated me and still hate me up to now whenever I give them bad vibes or wrong predictions. I only serve people, but never speak a word.
Deck of cards: "I am 25 years old though I know I was born fifty-two years ago. I never get old and still look young. I am dressed in four different colors and shades. I was adopted too. I was loved for so many reasons. I serve all people and can read countless things based from what my reader tells them. I don't interpret things whenever and whatever the dealer serves on the table. People hated me too because I was used in gambling. People who have lived and died, plus the new generations hate me more whenever they lose much. Only in Solitaire and other games for entertainment that people love me, if and only I give them winnings and good predictions that come true. A fortune teller loves me and hates me at the same, all his/her life."
Crystal Ball: "Stop complaining! Even myself, I was adopted many times and hated. 'Wished I'm never cursed!..."
Ouija Board: "I second the motion!... Anybody else?"
"Come to me and take my hand
Flat or rounded, I will take your stand!"
(Prosebite)
1/19/23
Getting through endeavors
Doing better
More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure
Even though ladies never give me the time of day
Like animals, I'm a stray
Just could not find my way
Deep down quite okay
I tell the truth, so it won't always be nice things I say
So much wrong in the world, no person should have been treated like a slave
Still today too many lives at stake
Jeopardizing people acting nice then snake
Regardless if they're asleep or wide awake
It's continuous occurring on since before the iron age
Is there any way to make the cycle change?
I have tried
24/7 at times
Took one step then hit landmines
Followed by a swarm of sand flies
I thought my heart had died
Because I flatlined
Now I just want love no bad vibes
It's what I always wanted, but I know that it's about damn time
If you let it too much toxic stuff can slide
I apologize if my mind is a bit hazy
Life get's crazy
I'm starting to like this lady
She thinks I'm similar to Slim Shady
Of our origin we still can't find a trace
Wake up we don't truly know if we evolved from primates
All these swines and fakes
These schmucks keep secrets and humans in a confined space
Had nothing to lose, then it turned high stakes
For too long was not in a nice place
Now got a better mind state
I still overdrink, and don't always hydrate
Like wild animals, I need to migrate
Much to achieve, so why wait?
Worldwide not just across five states
All this senseless violence and blind hate
I have improved
Back in the groove
Not the same old outlook and attitude
Working on making less bad moves
Despite being a lonely sad dude
I know that there is so much that I can do
And that that's true
A lot of bad luck
Instead of not giving a damn
In order to get through all the sad stuff
I had to become smarter work harder and man up
Making a splish splash
During the daylight or when it was pitch black
Often I'd give back
Having a profound impact
Occasionally I'll pop a tic-tac
Fiddle with knick-knacks
While at times in life it can get whack
Occasionally coming with whiplash
These clowns sweeter than a Kit-Kat
In a world full of endless chit-chat
Always over this and that
Despite speaking on it like it's a fact