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Jeremy Fredde Poem
smoke
drink
don't think
woosh
cruise
keep drinking booze
blurry light flash
bash
crash
sober
no more hangover
went to far over
could i live
live infecting innocent lives
washing away hopes and dreams
how can i be looked up to
how can i be a father
knowing i killed my own daughter
car wreckes are the #1 cause of deaths
25% of those are drunk drivers please be
safe and save a life
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Jeremy Fredde Poem
i am an avoidant
i avoid the eyes that stare
they make me feel like handcuffs to a chair
and I'm afraid of the face
how it comes to rest on my case
the pounding of a heart
like the shredder shredding me apart
i avoid the local bars and pubs
and I'm not living it up at the college clubs
i am afraid of life and death hardly seems real
be nice cause i don't let my mistakes heal
its a burning and bruise cry
i am even too afraid to die!
i am a selfless fool
especially to everyone that's cool
i think I'm critically observed
by the way my "strait line" curved
but really I'm not there
i am a ghost in the night air
its like i can hear what they say
but i am the ghost; no matter what i do or say
i hate me in a way
but i am here and...
i am an avoidant
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i wanna rip my heart out
wrap it up
and give it to ya
when you open it
you would cry
your my baby doll
you didn't have to do it
so i flew all the way from Rome
you wont have to picture me at home
cuse I'm there
cuse I'm in your arm
listen you are my lucky charm
and now you can feel my beat
hug and feel my heat
all this time we were apart
we grew stronger heart to heart
i pulled out a heart locket
coming from my pocket
and on the back was engraved
my heart to the woman i saved
and she cried
you gave me your heart
you didn't have to do that
xoxoxoxo
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look at the girl drowning herself with the vodka and booze
like the city winter on the methane gas
and most of the guys would pass
its the the color in your eyes
they scare away the other guys
with the i dont care stare
with your twisted and matted hair
heavy on the blush and heavier on the flair
seeing no way through
her life was broken and screwed
if it wasnt for the vodka and booze
she would see the what and the who
but it wasnt the booze
and it wasnt the coke
it wasnt the pressure that made her smoke
i can see it in her eyes
just behind the clouded jade
the sad story between a father and daughter
he loved her but she did not
and her ignorance made him so hot
a sinful lust which he could not bear to stop
he snuck up the stairs like the bad cop
he heard her cry but in her sleep she cry
he grabbed her and whispered in her ear "kiss your virginity goodbye"
but then she butted his head
then she kicked and wailed him right off the bed
you coulda sworn she was black
then she heard it (crack!)
the body fell right to the floor
and the police standing at the door
she cried he would not stop!
hugging his body paying no attention to the cop
he loved me forever
and under her breath with the quivering lip
but i killed him and won't forget him ever...
so here is the bich
drinking pitch after pitch
not giving one care or the other
only having one after the other
do you still care to judge her
did you ever ask why it was
every time you got near she would cuse!
so the question is who's the bigger bich?
the girl who got screwed over because life is unfair!
or you who judges with no care your jacket and strait hair!
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don't judge even if the treatment is unfair you don't know what they have gone through
there is no good in judging somebody and things never seem to get better.
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crish crash there goes moms last glass
mothers going to be mildly pissed off
i broke the last thing that gets her off
i could say my sister did it
but she wouldn't believe that
and she would know it was me
and she would pick up the glass she did see
she would say "you do this like every 30 days"
and i reply "sorry, mom, it just hates me in so many ways"
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Jeremy Fredde Poem
black horsemen came over the hollows and dells
no one heard them coming
and there was no sign that they had crossed over the hills
they come bearing the news of chaos and disease
you could hear the bells ring over the hills and far away
crying and mourning heard like a whisper wishing it to go away
the old and young had it coming and there was no running
you no longer see the children at play
fathers and mothers are worried sick today
but if your not careful you'll get what coming too
cause they are coming and they will find you
look at your children look what they are going to do
if you don't leave them this will be your future too
mothers held their daughters and fathers held their sons
watching them die in their arms
the child, dust and soul, only ash
you could feel the tears in the rain
feel the parents growing disdain
the horsemen slaughtered the children like pigs
now the Pasteur just digs and digs
now they understood that they needed to run
and government came to fall
everyone run and pillage the stalls
bells of warning rang loudly
only the chaos had swept the sound away
nobody cared if you fell and cracked like a shell
it is just you and the horsemen today
there is no running now it is to late
you stayed with your children and knew id be coming
you should not have tried to run
within ten days the deed was done
all of them dead with gruesome purple spots on their head
the villagers dared not go out
not as long as the black horsemen are about
people closed their shutters locked their doors
there was no compassion not a hint of remorse
any sign of it and you were thrown out
and the carriage took you to your grave
years of living in this brutal way till a shimmer of light lit up the burning, black, and gray
welcome to the days of the bubonic plague
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i am a doormat
and you think nothing of me
i wipe off your dirt
but you wont know me
your hooves pound on my lip
and you don't take heed
i make it so you don't slip
but I'm nothing to this galloping steed
the hooves pounding
the dirt flying
landing on my face
burning my eyes
you rub it in
and you don't hear my cries
you don't notice your sin
but look, I'm covered in brown and black dyes!
i thought you were a hero
and so i had sold my soul
as it turns out your a zero
a zero with no goal
i felt water on my head
am i going to die?
no, your in the washer
and the cycle goes on, and on, and on
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a cloud rains over my head
teardrops all around me
i wish my body undead
cold black dark surrounds me
this heaven is so cold
life is worth so much more
so hold somebody
somebody whom you adore
i left my bright love
left it to rot away
my love is thrown above
love is useless where i stay
i cannot help anyone
no ambition is here
there's no work to get done
so, live while you can, dear
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Jeremy Fredde Poem
We want fun
So lets have fun
Lets feel the warmth of the lemon colored sun
And have in hand a water gun
I want the pellets to hit our faces
And try to run through the dry spaces
Oh, isn’t it so fun
A hide and seek kind of fun
The neighborhood gets hooked on this joint
And the kids come in after being exhausted at some point
And as they come running over
Pops would be making many a burger
They poppin and sizzlin
Ploppin and flippin
They call it the super big KABLAM
The flavor was a hot spicy sexy
KABLAM!
It was just enough room to cram in their tummies
Instead of American meat it was good old ham
With a turkey on top with one slice
Lettuce tomato on top of a 4 cheese melting paradise
One by one the groups file out
We and our Burgers were proud and stout
They go on searching for other parties like mine
Me, myself, well I had a fine time
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i just chilled around the garage sale
my mom made me come
i so wanted to bail
any who these kawinkadinks are for a bum
i turn my head to the left
i turn my head to the right
it had so much shiz it wasn't even worth no theft
with crap piling high it was such a disgusting sight
whoa, again i turned my head to the right
I saw a shimmer in the light
what could this be
"cool brass monkey"
oh hi mom can you buy it
back home the perfect spot on my dresser it did sit
ha ha, who's my little hobo son!
hey! your just jealous you don't have one
can you get this stuff at the market thanks Hun
brass monkey and me walking down the street
if there was a girl i ever did meet
I'm sure she would say it was sweet
i now any teenager would say the same
if any ever came
but no girl came running down the street
and no cool teen ever came to meet
my head soaped down low
cause i found no one i know
something came out of place
me and brass monkey fell from loving grace
i let out a great sigh
then a gasp
as it rolled away from my grasp
then for the first time i did cry
i was to pissed to see
the girl standing next to me
"are you OK"
i think but please stay
it was not the same features the monkey portrayed
her skin contrasted the bright day
her eyes were 2 round scoops of chocolate Sunday
and had long black hair that tickled my face as i lay
and there was that special silence that i was enveloped by
looks like that hurt
ya, it did, i let out a long sigh
"seeing you made it stop" i did flirt
seriously though it hurts so please walk me home
she pulled me to my feet
taking my hand, she walked me home
i ignored the limp leg and kept strong
so you haven't been here long
no, i wanted her to go on and on
in that sing song voice
people didn't like me
i didn't have much of a choice
i looked up and her eyes
said she disagreed
she and i lingered at the footstep
she tip toed to come even with my step
our tounges danced around another
and arms wrapped around each other
the kiss did eventually finish
and the girl had to diminish
i closed and locked the door
allowing her to lock inside my core
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