"Streams of the Dying"
Glass vapors in whispered convalescence,
Dark fingers probing in my mind;
Vapid echoes, hollow and resounding
Are both abrupt and asinine.
Contagion streaking, overwhelming,
And tunnels to the blackened shoal.
Our own bodies are rebelling
As acidic fountains pour to make us whole.

Cold shoulders to our dire plight,
And lies mingled amongst the pack.
In the void of black eternal night,
Paranoia settling as we watch our backs.
Up and down and round and round,
Flashing markings, insanity takes its toll,
Nauseating, irritating screams resound,
Clamoring every louder to make us whole.

I hear voices in the dark empty space,
Free-floating through crimson jello blots;
Irrational and chaotic, a walking nutcase,
Fixing every problem that we ourselves begot.
Makeshift tourneys at the ready,
And a barricade for both mind and soul.
Sweat pouring but sharp shooting fingers steady,
As words filter in to make us whole.

Deep into that darkness peering, says the sage,
Wondering fearing, doubting, dreaming,
dreams no mortal dared within his rustic cage,
Both pain and pleasure for the dying, streaming.
White-hot embers upon the naked flesh,
Strategic cuts rendering body from soul;
The memories scar but remain ever fresh,
And still I hear them say make us whole.

Miss thang's heads high a cloud that drifts in the sky
Never will descend to my mental telepathy
So see persuading her of a different degree
F R I to the E ND bulllshit she equipped with
I play the funky junkie looking for a quick fix
Sort of omit that the law that I live by is real shit
She's young thinks the world consists of black and white
Fear clear as to why she's not acting right
Keep to myself while thang actin like
It's love olympics simp shit I'm not tryin to fight
Feelings caught none stop one from doing so
Object unmovable I wish inside she was just as beautiful
Tried to let her know before I speak thang says she's thick I'm sleet
Deep seven seas seven deadly sins embedding me
In the earths core explore your expertise
We desire what's not in our possession
Ungrateful to our selection since adolescent
Our soul is complete when the one that we meet
Is a must we keep and your heart no longer seeks
Meaningless encounters as if you were still a kid
If so Adam would not have gave up his fucking rib

Dig dis lady has the curves
Not like the other miss who played me for a herb
Word she was feeling me fully
Understand she has a man what was I to do g
Pay it no mind cause dam she is fine
Of all the bad she's good to mankind
Hook line sank so I took my dank
Pray to the god and I gave my thanks
Hope I taint like fresh white paint
Standout and stick disgusted by my cottonmouth spit
Seems skin thinks she can alter my perspective
I'm a rebel I'm a thug I'm too dam aggressive
If you must question my love why not just test it
Review the results give thought who you best with
Now my name has actually registered
In her mind I'm what she prefers
As a lover I question this image
From the start never foreseeing the finish
I contemplate and wait take
Action with passion at high stakes
I refuse to lose a lady
To a fool who has no clue what to do
How can he take care of you
I'm down with O.P.P. Is she down to creep
Babbled felt it was gravel and his love is conkrete
Deep seven seas seven deadly sins embedding me
In the earths core explore your expertise
We desire what's not in our possession
Ungrateful to our selection since adolescent
Our soul is complete when the one that we meet
Is a must we keep and your heart no longer seeks
Meaningless encounters as if you were still a kid
If so Adam would not have gave up his fucking rib

Did I just spot a pretty young thang
Putty kat hip hop move as she came
Flame ignition no fronton upping the ambition
For the god to get on the job for her mission
She keeps on strong passing me by
So fuck it I pulled her ass to the side
I begin to confide seeming down for the ride
I told her I can show her how I feel
Better than I can speak so ima keep it real
If you give me a chance for a lovely first dance
Knowing I wouldn't fuck it up at first glance
I like your body and shape plus your smile is great
Life has ups and downs I trust you won't flake
But check it out my Jim is not erected
Your mind and soul I respect it
So far so good my thoughts are impressive
I'm saying the way I'm relying my message
It's getting through to her cause it's new to her
I know what to speak when she's womanly
Her mind defines divine with the
Sublime lines of mine
Intertwines combines creating nothing else of it's kind
Love is the name of the game you peep
The point is to keep it true without deceit
Deep seven seas Seven deadly sins embedding me
In the earths core explore your expertise
We desire what's not in our possession
Ungrateful to our selection since adolescent
Our soul is complete when the one that we meet
Is a must we keep and your heart no longer seeks
Meaningless encounters as if you were still a kid
If so Adam would not have gave up his fucking rib

Apples Are Sour
Pears Are Sweet
I Do Not Deserve
Your Torturing

Roses Are Red
Violets Are Blue
If I Must Suffer
You Will Too

- Riyakou

Wow, never in a million years thought id be posting in this thread. But since were doing poetry in my creative writing class heres a poem i just turned in.



Planting Clouds

Delivered from clear blue summer skies
the 52 ton crane shrieks overhead.
Metallic wings arched back forever,
dropping seeds of ruin.

Born from the light
roots unravel in all directions.
Forcing their way through concrete,
crushing shadows into stone,
eating away steel,
seeking all life,
drawing nutrients from a lake of fire.

A grey stem twists and churns,
emerging from the Earth thick with debri.
It blossoms seven miles into the sky
blotting out the rising sun.
Greater than any mountain, taller than any tower
swirls a dark cloud with orange petals.
A flower worthy of God.



new to poetry, dont hate.

INDIVIDUAL MYSTIQUE
STILL STOMP THE STREETS
SAVAGES STALK THE CONCRETE
NO DIFFERENT THAN ANY UNIQUE
FAMILIAR STATURE INFANT EYE CAPTURE
SPEAK NO EVIL ONLY AFTER
OBJECTS OF MY POSSESSION
SUBJECT TO THE AFFECTION
ALL LIFE LOVING THE STRONG FIGHT
RESPECT NO JUDGING RISEN
RACIST TASTELESS CRITICISM
IRRITATES THOUGH NEVER DETERIORATES
FOOD SERVED STEAMED ONTO MY PLATE
I STRIVE IN ORDER TO THRIVE IN
COLD WORLD WHERE TO STAY ALIVE IN
GOOD AND EVIL KEEP INTERTWINING.

Mold me in your shape
Make me into
Another you
Another pretty face
Tear apart
My beating heart
I'm just another canvas for your work
Drag my soul to where yours used to lurk

Lie to me
Tell me what i need
Do your best to do you worst
I don't care it doesn't hurt
Erase me
Make me what you crave
I'm just a puppet on your strings
Show me what your control brings

Plastic, another doll
My real face feels so cold
Covered by your mold
Fake it, the way you do
What they see in you
Is everything but true
You're just as fake as you want me to be
Cover up the things they shouldn't see

Lie to me
Tell me what i need
Do your best to do you worst
I don't care it doesn't hurt
Erase me
Make me what you crave
I'm just a puppet on your strings
Show me what your control brings

You're just the pet playing the masters role
Dragging me into your hole

Lie to me
Tell me what i need
Do your best to do you worst
I don't care it doesn't hurt
Erase me
Make me what you crave
I'm just a puppet on your strings
Show me what your control brings

every tree and its rings within
sweet rain refrains
sunlight squeezes between

the blinds in my bedroom
keep out the light

the blinds in my kitchen and living room are white

every tree and its rings within

protest poetry?
what's the point when
no one gives a shit about poetry?

tho' i find it sad that the empty words of corrupt old men
lead to cemeteries full
of innocent men and women, young and old

"Whirlwind"
There's a million things I'll always lack,
There's a million faces staring back,
A million words written from a hack,
A million morals yet to attack.

And everything's just falling into pieces.
And everything's just breaking without reason.

There's a thousand pleas still left unsaid,
There's a thousand keys buried with the dead,
A thousand nails hammered in my head,
A thousand tomes I've got unread.

And everything's just snapping into splinters.
And everything's just left out cold in the winters.

There's a hundred legends still yet untold,
There's a hundred sages, both wise and old,
A hundred horrors lingering in the fold,
A hundred heroes both brave and bold.

And everything's just torn up into ribbons.
And everything's just clinging to misgivings.

There's a dozen torments hiding behind doors,
There's a dozen storms with torrents yet to pour,
A dozen memories I've kept in store,
A dozen moments left, though maybe more.

And everything's just burned down into ashes.
And everything's mangled up amongst the crashes.

There's just one thing lingering in my fleeting days,
There's just one thing still here when nothing stays,
One thing driving me pay my way,
One thing assuring me it's still okay.

And everything's just perfect in your presence.
And everything's alright following your cadence.
And everything's just fine when I reach my limit.
And you alone give shelter when I'm within in.

"In the Midst"
There's a fear in my soul,
Wrapped up in darkness, made whole,
A criminal mind locked lost in the dark,
Waiting in earnest for Armageddon's start.
And the victims scream as a flood,
Agonized voices gurgling with blood,
Decaying in long forgotten battlefields,
Strewn across bodies, swords, and broken shields.

And we call out, "Who's gonna save us?
Who's gonna free us from this pain?
Who's gonna fight our fight, win our war?
Who's gonna bring relief like the rain?"

Heroes rise, heroes fall,
Some run away while others answer the call.
Sides chosen, lines drawn,
The dead build amongst both weak and strong.
I wish it was over, and I wish you were here,
If only to help me mask the fear,
But baptized in blood and born of fire,
None of it matters until the bloodshed tires.

And we call out, "Who's gonna save us?
Who's gonna free us from this pain?
Who's gonna fight our fight, win our war?
Who's gonna bring relief like the rain?"

Widowed mothers, orphaned child,
Victims of a disease birthed long in the wild,
And the audacity of man to tempt his fate,
And slay one another for his share of the plate.
Cyclic madness, from generations long ago,
Waging wars on those that don't even know.
History written by the victors of the fight,
Villains made out of those that were right.

And we call out, "Who's gonna save us?
Who's gonna free us from this pain?
Who's gonna fight our fight, win our war?
Who's gonna bring relief like the rain?"

I see the cities burned to ash,
Homes stripped to the walls for all their cash,
Before the blood of the weak even runs cold.
Nothing remains, not of either young or old.
The cause has long since been forgotten,
And the motives that linger are putrid and rotten,
Until there's nothing left to strive for.
There are no winners in war, only survivors.

Bo Shuda

Big headed needle man in can sells fire
Glued to the tight elastic band
Dried out on windowsill, the fisheye lamppost
into the wardrobe that may go
triumphant the eagle stands so still-like
unmedicated mama can't
Sing you a song, my only friend
Bo shuda
no melody, to sing unto me
Echuta

oh melancholy called it right by driving
in fisticuffs to be held still
storming the schoolhouse, kids can't sleep no more
grey sky and ember grass fall flat
paralyzed, open ended dream-like
optician stabs you in the eye
Sing you a song, my only friend
Bo shuda
no melody, to sing unto me
Echuta

"Marvin's room.

Cups of the Rose

Bitches in my old phone I should call one and go home
I've been in this club to long
The woman that I would try is happy with a good guy
but I've been drinking so much
That I'm gonna call her anywayÂa
And say fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had
I say fuck that nigga that you think you foundÂa
And since you picked up I know he's not around


I'm just saying you could do better
tell me Have you heard that lately?
I'm just saying that you could do better
And I'll start hating only if you make me


Uh cups of the XOÂa
All my people been here
I see all of her friends here
I guess she don't have the time to kick it no more
Flights in the morning
Whatcha doing that so important
I've been drinking so much
That I'm gonna call you anyway


And say fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had
I say fuck that nigga that you think you foundÂa
And since you picked up I know he's not around

Ooohooo

*Are you drunk rigght now*

I'm just saying you could do better
tell me Have you heard that lately?
I'm just saying that you could do better
And I'll start hating only if you make me

I think I'm addicted to naked pictures and sitting talking about bitches that Âawe almost had.

I don't think I'm conscious to making monsters out of the women I sponsored till it all goes badÂa

But shit its all good we threw a party

Yea we threw a partyÂa

Bitches came over

Yeah we threw a party

I was just calling cause they were just leaving

Talk to me pleaseI don't have much to believe in.

I need you right are you gonna listen to me

To many drinks have been given to me

I got some women that are living off meÂa

Paid for their flights and hotelsÂa

I'm ashamed
Âa
Bad that you know them I wont say no names

After awhile girl they all seem the same

I've sex 4 times this weekÂa

I'll explain

Haven a hard time adjusting to fame

Its Friday night mixed up

I've been talking crazy girl lucky that you picked up

...lucky that you stayed on

I need someone to put this weight on

......fuck I'm sorry

*Are you drunk rigght now*

I'm just saying you could do better
tell me Have you heard that lately?
I'm just saying that you could do better
And I'll start hating only if you make me

You not gonna come...guess I'm about just gonna kick your head in.

Just throw it while I hold your hurt back

Her white friend said you niggas crazy.

ÂaI hope no one heard that.

Cause if they did we gonna be in some trouble


...some trouble"

Woke up alone this morning
No one else around
Imprisoned inside these walls
Nailed to the ground
I'm stuck running in place
Watching my bridges burn
Destination undefined
Nowhere to turn

Hindered by my own restrictions
My own enemy
Vision fogged up by my pride
Forced to self decieve
Black clouds cover my world
Resembling darkness of self
As the rain begins to fall
covering my living hell

I'm cold
all alone
And I don't know where to go
But it hurts
So much worse
When I'm driving my own hearse

The cause of my demise
Was by my own design
And I have no one to blame
But me

Sometimes when I dream
I dream there is a great pool
where all the unfulfilled dreams go,
which is overflowing

I hope and pray
that my own dream will not
drown there as well