On a Carnival Night
Maybe I mean to smoke
might not style and steams
legs of metal and four bearded
heart pumps blood and builds me
source code to see stomping grounds
stuff pulls me to an empty head
soul and chance to become realized
smart women on my ass about it
see stop is called never do I listen
cowboy faith and escaped memories turn
bulking brothers exit to drawn messages
door slams in heat meet true winners
body of smell and head tripped up or sideways
stand right in front but I don't see you
know I need to quit back goals and reality of for casted
fame to bridge together more good habits
now and then we repeat the same thoughts
to move to it or act housed and sad the grab
light up pull on the things and breath out again...
Categories:
bulking, abuse, addiction, age, anger,
Form: Free verse
My both hands were tied
Unable to escape
I breathe tight
My heart fear
thinking it will be my last day in the universe
My pelvic grids produced crack sound
Both my mind and body became motionless
Oh god
I can't help myself as my whole body turns numb
Blood flow like a water
From various parts of my body
With all my strength
I screamed loudly
"Please somebody save my life"
My hands which helps to save
thousand of life
Was unable to save own
Crippled into the floor
I ask merciless people to leave me alone
Vivid image of my family
runs into my mind
their dream of enjoying my success
after becoming a successful doctor
Shattered like a broken glasses
All I can do is to see
Predators faces
With a rage of thirst and hunger
I question myself
How can god create such human beings ?
Who have no mercy towards innocent
My entire life was lie
We are taught to be afraid of ghost
rather we should be taught to be afraid of men
Whose intentions are disgusting more than a ghost
Categories:
bulking, 8th grade, africa, best
Form: Free verse
I made a lake filled with hate
And kept it clogging up,
It was bulking, bulking, till it broke
Thro' emptying its animosity.
And when it could no longer hold
Its propaganda of repugnance,
It was bleeding, bleeding, till I saw
Some ugsome fear burning cold-
Where then I fell thro' into hell
Baiting a creep of despair,
And I, in silence, some strange silent
Omen spat its vomit from my belly.
I felt the sting of pain overpower
Breaking my mind into pieces,
It was horrible, horrible, I couldn't toil
Nor finish fish I'd tried to bake.
Here comes now the vilest mother
Of my grief wrecking appetites,
She was excreting, excreting, till I choked
On her heinous mudslide of hogwash-
Now I am drowning in a lake
Self made thro' illicit ills,
Depression has awoken in its wake
And I'll slide deeper let 'em see.
Categories:
bulking, dark, metaphor,
Form: I do not know?
Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges
Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which
Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...
Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears
Categories:
bulking, city, snow, storm,
Form: Personification
He was walking,
as he often did,
out back by the patch of peppermint
he'd planted
at the edge of the grass,
a low hedge against the weeds,
the dark a canopy
over the hill,
one of many,
suddedn and high
like Indian mounds,
there in southwestern Pennsylvania,
no stars in a moonless sky,
no holes to let the light in,
weighted clouds passing low and
moving slowly toward the mountains,
which hung black in the darkness
a few miles to the east,
bulking the landscape,
with the sharp smell of mint
rising all around,
a slow, green mist
spinning there with him
in the night.
Categories:
bulking, angst, life, places, ,
Form: Free verse