Best Pain Society Poems

My cousin Tallie
was a real-life
award winning
beauty queen
from age six to eighteen

The kind who seems
a cardboard cut-out
Southern stereotype
all big hair and hype
manicured nails and
well arranged...
assets
but in reality
there was much more to Tallie

Her favorite movie
was Fried Green Tomatoes
and as far as movies go
it was good
but I never...

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Should I disregard
what other people think or,
balanced on the brink, maintain
a thin-veneered façade?
Where shall I store,
how shall I keep,
the poetry I must write
but cannot show--
that which smolders deep
and threatens to erupt?
Must I lock it all
securely in a box,
store it high upon a shelf
where none are...

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Esta sociedad ciega esta en crisis,

Es la causante de la corrució caótica,

Solo viven de la intención inseguros,

Sin saber qué es la determinación,

Dejándose llevar por una doctrina quebrantada...

 

La sociedad solo vive por vivir,

No dejando legados,

Sino dejando marcas.

Por eso, la sociedad aclama saber,

Pero en realidad no...

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When I was in High School I felt it. 
Then something happened.
Year 2001—
Fresh-ness…
Dr. Dre produced you.
You were fearless.
Slim Shady—
Eminem—
Marshall Mathers.
Colorless rainbows speckled eyes.
I know why I had a problem with you.
Jealousy…?
Rap envy was.
I wrote during photography developing.
Youthful ignorance hid in dark rooms.
Lusting towards replication originally...

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I looked thru the bottom of a glass
And thought I saw, what wouldn't come to pass
But the closer I got to bottom, the more that I could see
The bottom of that glass had no future left for me
And the closer that I got, the more...

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Turbulant radient red sky with sheet swirl mashed potato
cloud mush peered lazily through a curious brown
haze of dirty armpit fizz, enlisted somewhere
bewteen a prebeginning solar start dot deposit burst peak
and a futuristic nuclear waste singulsr hand mitten
all in lieu of a sadeyed slowburn glowing tuxedo-still
and...

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The victim list keeps growing

But no one really cares

The gristmill claims another one

Keep your hands in and don't stare

Hollywood is the golden land

The eternal silver screen

But many souls are lost here

A lot of greats or never beens

Child stars and veterans

The names can fill a book

Look,...

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To dwell among the ruins;
littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups,
stamped out cigarette butts
Cast off lottery binges,
crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes
Poisoned by so many stings of inequality
Flickering opportunities ...
shed your skin, and perhaps poverty
will become a molted nightmare
I stand amidst
a people in a...

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My smoking has spread cancer
All over me now
Still my strength's the answer
I'm not shutting down
Growing larger everyday
The rumour of my tumour
They need to cut it out
But I'm still in a good humour
Living each day
One at a time
You want to see me dead?
Well I guess I...

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I feel the tinge of pain again.

No,it isn't the wounds that hurt,
But everything else-
The look of sarcasm,
The look of disgust,
The silence of loneliness,
The winds of abandonment,
The occasional frown,
The nameless torture,
The unwanted shameful fame,
The experience of impaired humanity.

As I feel the rope tightening round my neck,
I...

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Likewise, he will not discredit her in the festivals
It was just a matter of breaking my heart, so all the common people will not do anything

Oh God, what a strange world of eunuchs you have created,
The woman who gave birth, man caste has raised her...

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We escaped from crocodiles,

But,

Trapped to home lizards!...

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Arrogant are the children of despair,
Battling demons that threaten to betray,
Caustically they bedevil the ensnared,
Damaging thus their reputations frayed.

Either they rise or die in that prison,
For none may escape its hostilities,
Given they'd welcome change to partition,
Hardly a thought regarding them bullies.

Indeed I say, hells incursion...

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DEMONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


There are scenes we encounter on a daily basis
Worn out shoes, dirty clothes and unshaven faces
A man unwashed and dirty, acting  erratic
Joined by a likewise, both living nomadic
They’ve just emerged from across the street
Searching  dumpsters  for things to sell or...

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You broke my heart
You made my world fall apart
You made me cry
You made me realize truly
That when all is said and done
Grief is the price we pay for love
I tried to make things right
A million words could not bring you back
Neither could a million tears
Wanting...

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