Best Sickest Poems
In the dark days, everything goes away. But the Pain will stay. If only I could cure
the worlds sickest. Take the pain and make me the weakest. Out there
somewhere MY dreams will be filled. Since I’ve changed, since I stopped taking
those Pills. Everything revolved around me, but now I’m not so friendly. More pills
to ease the pain, more pills to take me away into lightest days.
The Lightest Days were we all roam and play, the sick and pain will
go away. Better than ever. Nothing to Level, but still the bumpy road is in the past.
My life was hard, my chances are far. But I’ve made it, last into the days of the
past.
Categories:
sickest, life, sad, teen, pain,
Form:
Hook: Here's the truth. We gon shine. Yung MCs and that's no lie. Coming up. To our door. Yea we got them flows galore. (Repeat x4) Verse: Guess who just jumped on the phone. Riding to a new metronome. With his sickish flows. He's hysterical. So scientific, alchemical. And everyone knows I'm genuine. I'm stacking do like innuen. Time for you to tell all your friends that this yung mc is stepping in. The rap game poor. Needs a switch in economics. Cuz a lot of these suckas still talking bout the chronic. Youthful intelligence, call it Malcolm in the middle. You old brothers sit down. Try to learn to widdle. Cuz these yung MCs gonna leave you frikazied. We a whole new breed. Give the people what they need. We a brand new sound. From a dusty ghost town. Reborn from the ashes. It had burned to the ground. This yung brother yurns. For the world to hears his words. Because the rap nowadays is so absurd. But I assure you this. When I walk into the room. Put my mouth to the mic. And straight up kill it on a tune. I'll come with a style that'll match any vet. Rhymes way swift 5 blade like Gillette. The level I stand will never be met. Cuz you fly bird. Yet I fly jet. And honestly when we on the scene you hear the sickest similes. Slicing beats with symmetry that cause the haters ears to bleed. I take the light you try to keep. Cuz all your words are obsolete. It's night-night. Time to sleep. Close the crypt. Rest in peace.
Categories:
sickest, hip hop, inspiration, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Broken but disbelieving, we wait
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen holds Band-Aids
to her scalped thumb. Somebody loses
patience, explodes, Why are the sick
treated this way? Doors dilate & the sick
smell of antiseptics greets a waitress
wearing a steak knife. We are cribbed by loss;
gone, teeny heartbeats as I pass blood
clots. A junkie limps, unaided,
to the bathroom, another throw
away human, unlike a tot thrown
from a fire. Unforgettable, that sickening
sound, shrill scream after scream raids
the room of complaints. Hell won’t wait
for examination, I learn, as bloodshot
eyes meet mine. Hope is lost.
Patients stoically sit. Some lose
change to a vending machine. A cop throws
a look to his charge. Words drift, bloody
stool, x-rays, concussion. Sick talk to the sick.
My hand is gently squeezed. No one else waits-
out a miscarriage. I watch an aid
swab vintage tiles, restack HIV/AIDS
pamphlets as if they’re a deck of cards, like loss
is just some hand dealt. Somewhere, a mother waits
for her boy to sleep, will wash bottles, throw
out dirty diapers. Somewhere, a heartsick
father releases bloodcurdling
sobs because a body was found. Blood
is both bond & amputation. I took first aid
so I know why the sickest
get priority. Besides, we've already lost
each other, little one. Our separation has thrown
me off balance. Why couldn't you wait?
As if I need hearing aids, a nurse throws
my name out to the sick, the lost, ER roommates.
No. I'll never be ready. Let the bloody stirrups wait...
Categories:
sickest, death, heartbreak, my child,
Form:
Sestina
take my soul and crush it...
like you do... every day...
You've never looked so beautiful as your figure walks away
the sad screech of my broken heart as it ceases to play
you took me along for the ride of a lifetime,
only to throw me away, every single day,
and it is a crime, without reason or rhyme,
to push me along with your toxic logic,
abandoning me again with an afflicted soul,
and my heart doesn't know
that it is your toxic logic that twists me up inside
brought on by your reign, and I can't recall my name
Once again in my little hell, all by myself,
my very essence betrayed, is there any more to tell?
Lie after lie has fooled me, but now I'm done
But I still love you, so my pain is far from done.
You think that I'm inferior to children, that you can't talk to me,
though I've been here since day one, why can't you see?
that my existence is for you, and no one else,
and the sickest bit of it
puts me in a rage... and i try to turn the page...
But I'm trapped in your toxic logic,
abandoning me again with an afflicted soul,
and my heart doesn't know
that it is your toxic logic that's killing me inside
brought on by your reign, overwhelmed by pain
I see the world in black and white, no color left for me,
I gaze across the room, and what do I see?
I see yet another soul about to be ensnared,
by this predator, but I simply don't care.
I lost a part of me, and it used to let me love,
But it has been snatched from me by this uncaring troll,
and here I am, an empty vessel of defeat.
I simply don't know, I truly have been beat.
But as I retreat... from anger flows heat...
Seared by your toxic logic,
abandoning me again with an afflicted soul,
and my heart doesn't know
that it is your toxic logic that branded me inside
brought on by your reign... damaged by pain...
The last tether to you broke, I'm free at last.
an empty part inside remains, holding me fast.
I sink to my knees as the vacuum in my soul starts to shrink,
loving you brought me to insanity's brink.
I slowly raise my head... and gaze ahead...
No longer captive to your toxic logic,
that abandoned me with an empty soul,
and my heart now knows
that it was your toxic logic that tortured me inside
under your maniacal reign... which gave me nothing but pain…
Categories:
sickest, angst, dedication, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Ballad
There once was a little girl who played in walk in closets
She'd shut the door to the world outside because her mom
was neurotic and psychotic
And her step dad was a raging alcoholic
This tiny space was her safe haven for her imagination
to fly metaphorically
See her mom would talk nonsense her brain couldn't
comprehend
And her step dad was drunk and would speak sideways
in tounges
He would get violent and mean to the little girls mom and
that was so scary
Also her mom would go on a warpath for the smallest of infractions
And grab a wire handled flyswatter and swat this poor little girl
til she was black and blue all over
Oh yeah. And her mom was religious and would take the little girl
to church with long sleeves on and tights to hide all the whelts on the
little girls arms and legs
One time in the bathroom at church the little girl was on the potty and
her auntie walked in and saw all the mayhem on the little girls body
And exclaimed Oh My
But nothing was done and the little girl had to go back home to play
in her walk in closets all by herself again
So by this time for this little girl the damage was already done
She found out real young that no one cared anyway
That she was worthless and unloved so escaping in closets was
her only way to freedom with her imagination
Then time passed and this little girl grew up still feeling worthless
and unloved and no one cared anyway
And that's when the psychopaths started their feeding frenzy on her
They picked up on her pain and played their sickest of games
They knew she hid in her imagination and wove stunning tales of
how they loved her. Fantastic and unbelievable fantasies
And her imagination would fly metaphorically
Until the last psychopath she had a relationship with wanted to
destroy the art behind her imagination
That's the day this little girl who used to play in closets
woke up and said to herself
That's all I have left of me is my artistry and no one is going to
take that away from the little girl inside of me
So she opened the door of this little girls closet
Stepped inside and grabbed that little girl and they walked out of that
tiny space together
with the promise of brighter and freer days on the horizon
Not looking back. Not even glancing
Categories:
sickest, butterfly, child abuse, courage,
Form:
Free verse
The sickest branches are easiest to spot,
by the damaged bark and the smell of rot
our shears are poised to trim and cut
the blades are opened and then snapped shut
But some, appear benign and healthy
their disease is sometimes sly and stealthy,
are these the ones that most need pruning,
if one's soul's to get a proper grooming?
A lie that's told to soften the blow
resentments kept by a fragile ego,
love withheld or trust denied,
oh, what's to trim can be hard to decide
No rationales and no self-pity,
no trusted friends, no sub-committees,
a mirror and a cold, bright light
may bring the truth into plain sight
Then chop and change, oh gardener!
With that comes growth, a spirit freer;
a heart that's rid of darkened places
makes life a lighter, gentler space
Categories:
sickest, change, character, courage, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
A kiss from her lips are sweeter than honey, sweeter than nectar
a blessing from disaster
till her kiss spreads the venom from her poison to your brain
the sickest pain, felt from undercover, she hit the biggest the vein
Vanity, she lured you in with vanity
discreetly she lured you in with pleasantries
whispered fantasies of slipping out of her tight red dress
taunting you in distress with constant missteps, oh she's a tease
but a tease armed to the teeth in black leather and lace
to tie you up with a whip over your neck like a noose
pulling the strings harder threatening to kill
with looks like that, she's guaranteed to have your heart on a string
tugging in tow like a lost abused puppy
but you like the attention you cowardly dog
you like the attention
Those ruby red lips, the perfect actress
you let her spill the milk in your ears
a mess you can't clean up, a mess you can't cry over
as you feel you're friends, the very best of friends
but there's a ring of rumors surrounding you like daffodils on a banister
while she the pretender is the ring leader
Trust in your trust and you'll find you're the deceiver
being deceived by the pair of slender sleek legs you claim to detest
but you know you have the fondness in your heart
for those ruby red heels stepping all over your self esteem
You want to be the prom queen, date the prom queen
dominate the social scene
dance with the angel of the school
her hair, a waterfall of grace
twin green eyes, a jade dragon engraved in twin marble stones
you're in love in more ways than one
yet you dance with the cold air of the outside world
as you're mortified that she winked at you from across the universe
stealing a kiss from the rival you loathe
stealing your dreams, stealing your world, shattering your songs
Now you sit here at your computer, typing a wish list
counting all the wishes you wish were true
but all the wishes you conjure up involve her and you
letting this ruby red seductress, a leeching parasite, envelope you
Categories:
sickest, women, word play, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh God
Where the hell am I
This can’t be it
I can’t be dead
I haven’t even started to live
These thoughts are
So full of regret
Never shaking the hell
At the end of a cigarette
Again
I find myself on my knees
Ashamed and naked
Begging you please
I’m left with nothing to give
If only I knew how to truly live
Sin had always got the best of me
The light I could never see
Woe is me
Good is what I’ll never be
You’re never really dead and gone
You’re just left to sing the saddest songs
The wealth and the fame
Is all just the sickest game
Such a tempting kiss
Leaving you in the Devil’s bliss
Again
I find myself on my knees
Ashamed and naked
Begging you please
I’m left with nothing to give
If only I knew how to truly live
Sin had always got the best of me
The light I could never see
I stare to the heavens
From the bottom of the stair well
Hell’s reminding me
Of how far I’ve fell
I scream and I cry
As I realized I’ve died
I can’t look above
To the eyes of God
This damning sin is just too great
Making me realize salvation’s too late
This body burns
As I’ve realized what I’ve learned
Again
I find myself on my knees
Ashamed and naked
Begging you please
I’m left with nothing to give
If only I knew how to truly live
Sin had always got the best of me
The light I could never see
If I could do it all again
You can bet I’d praise God till the end
Cause He is the meaning of life
He’s worth every fight
I’d scream for the world to hear
God will heal every tear
Cause no money or fame
No drug or lust
Will heal you from what you’ve lost
Everyone carries a broken heart
God can be your brand new start
Oh God
Where the hell am I
This can’t be it
I can’t be dead
I haven’t even started to live
Categories:
sickest, christian, faith, sin, drug,
Form:
Lyric
A tragedy occurred today
And the sky bled
From the heavens poured red rain
Tainted with the tears of angels
Singing sadly
Swaying together
Comforting one another
Tragedy struck today
A lad was killed,a man was slain
As England's crying
US, it's people in mourning
A nation grieving
A country shocked to silence
Great Britain's heart is breaking
Time stands still for this
For the brutality of this attack
The unfairness of it
We the people leave flowers,cards
Representing our tears for the family
A carpet of colour
Representing our fears
Thousands of teary eyes
Not a person dry near
Our hearts forever wounded
So England grieves
One of our boys is dead
Taken in the sickest way
On a British street,during the day
The country is screaming
Disgusted at the disease of this killing
Our lad hacked to pieces
Cut to death
We have never seen such evil in our country as this
Angels are crying for him
This unjustified killing
Our boy slain
In the silence is the song of Angels
Welcoming him into heaven
Sadly opening their arms
Thinking it's too soon
For someone taken so cruelly young
This country's in mourning for him
He a son,brother,lover,father
Killed in the name of a God
By men who hate this country
Men who hate us
Making people wonder
Why they are in this country we love
This country we fought for
This country of ours
Categories:
sickest, death, murder,
Form:
Free verse
LOVE
This love fills me to the brime. So full I am. All these kisses and hugs. Im coughing on it so
lost with in it. its the sweetest , sickest thing i ever had. more and more, i need it soo bad.
you're leaving me ? no you're not, i won't let you. DONT CRY!! I said no you can't leave me.
HATE
Hate pours threw me like liqued anger so hot, so pain full. I try and bottle it but this
pressure makes me break the glass and spill it out. Everyone gets burned by this rage so
blindingly directed ; I’m left alone again empty of everything , empty of me. Im burning
inside, it slowly kills me everyday, and soon all ill be is ash blowing away in the wind. This
hate, this pure hate is a sickness of mine ,and it better if im gone before it takes over me.
PEACE
Sweet relase , everything is hushed. Quiet, breathless, its so easy to slip with in your self
with this white pill to heaven i find it easy so easy. No sound but you're empty thoughts.
finally your relaxed. Wake up? never ! its easier to not be me. it's my peace my salvation.
Categories:
sickest, lifeme, me,
Form:
Free verse
They believed her to be the harlot of the 15th century.
Heedless to the mask;
They trusted the persona of an undervalued whore taken for a fool.
Her name was Araignée.
A deceitful insect she was when the sun went down,
Stirring poisons in her cauldron.
But then they found her,
Bound her; before things were complete.
They blamed her for the curses,
Blamed her for the plague.
She accepted her fate
When they opened the gate,
Hanging her inches off the ground.
Death is only the beginning.
And what the town failed to see
Was a witch inside an innocent body.
Overruling her mind,
All emotions immobilized.
Today I speak of the spider that crawls the halls of my insides.
Her tightly spun webs captured my brain’s freedom long ago.
Not but an easy task for she’s done it times before.
And the sickest part of it all is
Feeling repulsed by the comfort from her company
When she climbs right out my mouth onto my shoulder.
Together we’ll sit under the moon’s majestic glow, conspiring “our” next move.
She wonders for us both:
Will they blame me for the curses?
Will they blame me for the plague?
Categories:
sickest, mysteryme,
Form:
As hard as it seem,
My verse reign supreme,
Myself and I, am the illest,
My flow is the sickest,
I spit hot-lava fire,
Never think of retire,
Hell-bent to succeed,
Haters call me demon seed,
But their opinions don't matter,
I'm too far up the ladder,
Like french-fries I fry 'em,
Sixteen bars I eat 'em,
Fools run from this storm,
I'm a lyrical god in human form,
After me there'll be none,
'Cause I kill 'em one-by-one!
Categories:
sickest, song-lyricme,
Form:
Im disgusted to my sickest illness of judgemental, criticizer that plot my situation's that mode everything i sculpt and cannot stay nuetural in the there zones point fingers to blame yourself in a decision thats not made right to there satisfaction which may not be granauteed which there's a false situation that dont make since or just still like and paraplegics. But as i move to be grounded to move forward as i play in an formation of since ability to maintain my process and knowing my faults of my doings but to prejudge my conception of my life ratification but to ratify all the madness that happened upon me overall as i careless what people may solidify or cruel intention on my inflictions that cant chance what i say nor what i think but people love to critics in critical standpoints that doesn't have a point or appointed judgement to as i judge and bang the gavel to maintain my decision in how i may direct my action thats scene's in a movie that i direct and co- write so vivid in my views...
Categories:
sickest, feelings,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
You try to do the best that you can,
walking on eggshells I could never stand.
Both feeling judged for every action,
love thrown aside by this distraction.
So we're both insecure and afraid to face the music,
time goes by and hits us like a ton of bricks.
I don't think I've changed that much,
your mind in the past is where it's stuck.
Damage beyond repair is all that can be seen,
one of us has to go, exiled, as hard as it may seem.
So one of us puts our foot down. But at what cost?
The intolerance to change so that a marriage is lost.
Arrogance is the sickest way to raise your esteem,
now that all that we could've been is now just a dream.
Categories:
sickest, lost love, sad, wife,
Form:
Elegy
You know I love you
But you’ve made so many mistakes
Broken so many promises
Made me cry so many hours
And I can’t take it anymore
For years I’ve kept this in
Just beneath my skin
Building up the courage
To take you down
To tell you how you made me feel
But then I’d see you
How could I be mad at that face?
The big brother I always wished I had
But I’m done letting this go
So I’ll give you a little taste
Of what’s been keeping me up at night
I find it extraordinary
That I’m just barely secondary
To everything else in your life
You put this weight on me
That I know I’ll have to carry
Making me so weary
I feel like Atlas
My god damn back is breaking
All you’re ever doing is taking
And I’m shaking
From the rage I feel
How dare you treat me this way!
You can’t even bother
To stop for a moment
Passing me on the street
To make chit chat
Ask me how my day is going
And I am very aware
That you don’t care
You never wanted to share
So you don’t know the burdens that I bare
You’ve just never been there
And when I had that scare
You didn’t even show
You’d think a “brother” would know
So I let this anger grow
And now it’s ready to blow
When my life was derailed
I gave you the test and you failed
This ship has sailed
I’d tell you not to talk to me
But you don’t even check your email
Never taking my calls
Never writing me back
But guess what?
I don’t need you anymore
I was weak
But now I’m strong
I can’t believe I defended you for this long
Now I can see that I was wrong
Trying to convince myself that you loved me too
I let myself believe that I was defective
Or something
It wasn’t you, it was me
But now I see you for who you are
You’re so emotionally crippled
That you could never live up to my expectations
And I guess I can’t blame you for that
But I also can’t help how I feel
Like it’s just not fair
My whole life I waited for you
Waited for someone to be over-protective
Whose shoulder I could cry on
Who would cover for me, defend me
At least take a ****ing interest in my life
And out of all the disappointments
You are the most disappointing of all
I know you said you would step up
Even though all you do is screw up
But you know the sickest part out of all of it?
Is that when you tell me, “I love you Chess,”
I can’t help but forgive you
Because I still love you, no matter how much I hate you.
Categories:
sickest, angst, brotherme, cry, life,
Form:
Rhyme