Best Shitty Poems
When a brainy girl is pretty
She turns a gritty mask
To those who don't know shitty
And always have to ask
Why does it have?
To hurt so bad
When we all know
That in the end
We’re nothing but sad
Falling in love
You think you’d be happy
Like nothing else matters
We become all sappy
It starts out amazing
When it feels so real
But all that we’ve been handed
Is just such a shitty deal
Play your cards right
And you will see
Nothing will ever
Turn out right
I loved you
I hate you
The picture and Sees candy I gave you for Christmas
Me there you smiled and accepted with gratitude
Me not around, she put her two cents in,
You got on stage and dissed it
It had been a wonderful night
I pick up the phone
We intended to meet for dinner
Quickly found out you did a shitty job of picking a winner
You tell me your girl doesn't want me in your home
I'm your daughter, your princess, not a bar fly
Jealousy is such a wicked and ugly color
The darkest sound and tone
Finding out your father has a wobbly backbone
Your girl yelled at me on the phone,
Accused me of names,
Cast me from her Casa of Eden
You see two cats fighting
For you it's a stroke to the ego, makes you more vein.
Asked you to therapy,
Man...that was deep
Yeah right! Got no where with you
Felt like one person trying to know down the Berlin wall
What are you a deer in the headlights?
If I can admit wrong so should you
It's not all on me as you would want me to believe is true
Thought this is a challenge in life you gotta play out
One day I opened my eye,
Staring at the ceiling I realized
I'd gone to buy a card for you,
All the loving writes
Nothing related to you baby
Something was wrong
You were wrong for treating me bad
I was wrong for accepting
No more..no more
Hit the road dad..and dont you come back no more
She gazed into their eyes. The people she has loved all her life, blinded by a facade of people that surround everyone.
The girl she danced with to their favorite songs and held as she went through pain. The friends which whom she gossiped with from shitty teachers to teenage boys. The friends she had shown her true face to, beyond her mask.
Behind which remained a fragile girl whose heart ached so painfully she had once wished to end it. Yet once they knew she stilled remained alone. No, are you ok? No warm comforting hugs. No words of comfort given to her.
The things she had given these people when they needed it. When she fell apart they didn't seem to care. Too busy in their own worlds. So she kept talking about boys, they distracted her from herself. She kept singing along to the songs and her nails changed colors. But she was new, quiet, yet no one gave her a second glance.
And she awaited the day she could escape their oblivion. Their jabs she saved in memory. The invisible stabs that lay deep within. The bruises upon her lungs and the scabs upon her mind. The things that people gave to her and she kept. While she gave them the warmth they deserved and she was returned with icy winters and heartless smiles. The flawless facades of people everywhere.
Then she disappears. Without a trace. The people miss her for a while, they lost their warmth. Yet they move on, new facades of people to meet. New masks to try on, and new costumes to wear.
Awhile she bought bandages, stitches, and casts. Fixed herself right up to whom she was truly meant to be. The facade long gone along with bruises, scans, and stabs. Left behind was the naked personality of a girl once broken become anew.
When she return she visited all of them. She blew tornadoes upon them, and cried hurricanes. She stomped earthquakes, and shouted words so icy she caused blizzards. When the people tried to recover they asked her why she had become this way.
She merely said,
"If it weren't for me, you would become I."
Feels like limericks are coming out of my ears
Or sometimes think they're coming outta me rear
But those ones are shitty
Not for transmitty
So I'll try not to post 'em but can't promise my dears
Life seemed rather bleak
The grey skies to him did speak
Of a better world
Somewhere, but not here
He was thought of with smiles
Always a good word
A Laugh or two
Who the hell thought, inside was all blue
He dressed up one day
As a gigantic peanut
Of to the circus he did go
Knowing his fate, he paid at the gate
An elephant’s eye lit up
A dessert finally of size
He ate the gigantic peanut
The skies have now turned gaily blue
They say committing suicide is nuts
This irony is that it turned out to be true
The coroner took care, waiting and waiting
At the elephants end, for suicides revenge
As the dark and despondent man quite frankly
Had such a shitty termination
The smell of sadness
Hangs in the air
The sand pelts my skin, as it blows with the wind. The waves lap at my toes, once again and again.
All this beauty surrounds me, near this magical sea. But one thing just dumbfounds me, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In the crystal blue waters, my spirit felt free. I gazed long at the wonders, and the views there to see.
On the shores I felt happy, near that magical sea. So my soul keeps on asking, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In the jungle waits adventure, and fruits beyond dreams. Where far in the distance, a menehuné man screams.
Standing just three feet tall, spear readied in hand. The menehuné sit waiting, to protect this great land.
They hide in the bushes, they hide in the trees. And again the thought pushes, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
In great bamboo forests, all the canes block the light. But I assure it's the purest, of any dark sight.
As they sway with the breeze, ones mind sets at ease. But once again my words breathe, why'd I leave-why'd I leave.
Winding trails cross rivers, then journey through caves. In the pitch dark one quivers, but must remain brave.
For at the end of the darkness, you will find a great sight. Once your eyes readjust, to the quick change of light.
Right before you you'll find, a great cliff you must climb. But it's fantastic views, will be one of a kind.
You'll see fountains of water, pouring out from hillsides. As they carve through the mountains, you'll be filled with much pride.
Knowing all this is yours, for this moment in time. But I pray don't let go, for all this, was once mine.
It was mine to explore, it was all mine to roam. It was my sandy shore, it was my island home.
But now here in this city, I'm filled with self pity. As my heart slowly sinks, and my mood becomes shitty.
I always will grieve, this mistake I believe. And always will scream, why'd I leave-why'd I leave...
no i don't make sense
i'm most always tense
and my heart has dents
but why should that stop us?
my theories are juvenile
my thoughts are in a pile
and my worries go on for a while
but you won't notice.
i don't have much
i can screw up everything i touch
and my morals sometimes wind up in a bunch
but i won't stop being in love with you.
no i'm not pretty
my days are most always shitty
and i have too much pity
but my soul is open to you.
Never Changing
Back in the day you would think twice before you say my name
Considered hungry and thirsty so I chased the fame
Burning flames fairly new to the game so the **** didn’t change
So I’m smiling kinda funny cause chicks is tossin out rent money
There’s no lavish to style No habits
Never Changing something to think about, I’m tired stressing full of doubts
At times I get in my car & ride the gas out just thinking
My ancestors would be tossing and turning in their graves to find out I was considered the epitome of a slave
Pant too small sitting with my ass out with a nasty disposition shitty no clout
Never Changing
Bills piling up gotta work it out,my phone keeps ringing & I’m spazzing God what’s good just asking?
Seems like never needs to change, the longer the purpose it starts to look like a three ringed circus.
Trust and believe there’s no magic hocus poke us
Never changing
**** gotta believe you can brush your teeth with how cold this game gets
Honestly, no time to hesitate because pockets empty, so I’m running to the dollar store no Colgate.
Never Changing
Messing with this industry could be costly eager desiring to please mouths frothy Cudjo
Frantic and alone holding on to a pre-paid cell phone, losing grip trippin crazy
Lazy must put that work in, Never changing!
I am jumping on a trampoline doing a waltz of wrapping nothing
and an explanation will come handy to explain the I do not care
the christmas tree of like better the thanks giving not involving
but a full moon today the only one sane among the crazy not chopping a tree
tell you the sky won't remember you with shitty to empty your bank for thee
as hardly religious nonetheless the sky a mystery of bliss of not shopping a bulb
for in spring forward the iris will grow the miracle and not the blink of a bill
but the amaze of birds chirping and late coming was not the first in a garden
and soon the forager will eat a bliss of wild leeks and not forget the fiddle fern
Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
So much on our known life,
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry,
in our very own hidden truth lies,
amongst our own poeple who we defy,
until we fight,
for wrongs for personal rights,
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light,
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot,
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not,
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got,
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought,
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop,
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot,
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot,
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....
Don’t say that, you better knock on wood
It’s bad to spread misfortune aloud, in front of others
Don’t you know any better? Karma and jinxing are real
Hey! And get off that crack, you’ll break your mama’s back
It’s not so bad to spread misfortune aloud, in front of others
For those who did wrong doing to me and my loved ones
Hey! I’m glad to see you’re standing on that crack.
By the way send your dear mother my sincerest regards
And for those who did wrong doing to me and my loved ones
You should lasso the words escaping your mouth
Send your dear mother my sincerest regards
Just tell her I said it must blow having a child like you
You should hog tie those words before they escape your mouth
Sticks and stones could break bones, words, well they just sting
It must blow for your mom having such a shitty child, sting!
Sorry for the news flash but nobody likes you
Sticks and stones will break your bones, words just tingle
Oh you didn’t know any better? Karma and Jinxing are real
News flash! The world is better off without the likes of you
That’s why you shouldn’t say that, did you knock on wood yet?
He walks downtown
Staring at the pavement
He's got something he needs to say
But he don't know just how to say it
He say's it's not that
I can't get words to flow
There's a message like a letter
My fingers write with every note
These aren't words you put on paper
It's a scripture deep inside my soul
That I pull out with Rock n Roll
No one gets what he is sayin'
They just hear complaining
Through his shitty old guitar
Oh Man, But I can hear him playin'
I know just what he's sayin'
He'll never stop believing
Somewhere his names written on a star
Life as of late has been a path I have not perceived that I would go along again. I thought that I was getting better then I ever have been before but now I see it it the other way around. I’m a sad pitiful excuse for a human being who isn't taking the full opportunity of life. Instead of going out with friends and living the time of my life, I sit inside slitting my wrist and worrying what the person I never talk to thinks of me. I’ve lost so many friendships if that is even what you can call them because I worried about how I acted around them and never realized thats why they liked me in the first place. I would always conform to the people I wish to called friends not know that I was just a pest to them that they were trying to avoid, I was so jaded as to wether someone liked me or not I didn't see the clear evidence that they didn’t. Even then I still try to conform for them as if they approval is as important as god to adam & eve. They promised me things, got my hopes up for months on ends knowing in the back of their head that it would not happen, it was as if I was just their little puppet on strings dancing to whatever tune they wished to play. I’ve been so focused on how my future would be that I never realized how shitty the present is for me. I got to these therapy appointments where they give me pills on pills telling me i’ll get better but always get told im getting worse. I only have myself to blame because I know I dont want to get better I just want for the pain and distress to be over in an instant cause when i work on fixing it the smallest things makes me feel worse then when I started. I’m sorry for being to be a weird, awkward, annoying person for I have not done anything to help your opinion of me to change, I just make it worse and worse. I dont know why I thought I would fit in with you if I cant even fit in with my own judgement of myself. I’ need to disconnect from the world and everyone in it as if a never ending hibernation that I only come out of once I’m accepted. You can think and call me whatever you like as long as you are honest I appreciate to know how I am an outcast to you that way I can hide it as I try to impress you with another pitiful attempt at giving you the friendship you have rejected in the past
-K
I remember Woolworth’s,
round plastic seats,
shitty food that was hard to eat.
I remember being to stoned to remember,
I remember being high from January to December.
in those days I could write,
tablets and sheets and paper white,
I remember not needing nor wanting to type.
I remember staying out usually all night,
waiting in the parking lot to fight,
loosing fights and getting my ass kicked,
crawling home to get my wounds licked.
I remember throwing rocks from rooftops,
getting beat down by dirty cops.
home was never a home to me,
wondering why daddy didn’t want me.
I remember New York and her neon lights,
I remember roaming her streets at night.
taking the J train to Woodhaven Blvd. ,
Dope was my only God.
I remember wanting to die,
running out of tears to cry.
I remember waking and seeing a Priest,
What I want to remember least.
I remember God saying its not my time,
the Devil saying it will all be fine.
I remember hanging on to my last breath,
wondering why I didn’t chose death.
I remember the pain in her eyes,
why she wanted me alive.
I remember loosing all hope,
the pains of kicking dope.
I remember the weeks I couldn’t sleep,
the weeks I couldn’t eat.
waking in cold sweats,
I remember all the regrets.
I remember she remembered me,
she became we.
I remember now what it is to love,
I remember now that there is a God above.
I remember now as I remember then,
I remember Woolworth’s as the beginning of the end…....
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