Narrative Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#narrative
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
10th Nov 2022 9:09pm
10th Nov 2022 9:09pm
Bumping Gums
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
Watch me fucking step. I'm bout to step yall
Watch me fucking step, I'm bout to step yall
Bitches fronting mansions but ain't nothing but shit houses made of glass
Watch me step off of this curb and dead into this bitches ass
Fronting all hard, fucking chest all swole
That's how EMS is gonna ship his ass, laid out all swole
You want some of this but bitch you're not sure
Just how far will this motherfucker go, bitch you're not sure
Will I catch you over at...
It ain't bout a rep, bout a rep yall
Watch me fucking step. I'm bout to step yall
Watch me fucking step, I'm bout to step yall
Bitches fronting mansions but ain't nothing but shit houses made of glass
Watch me step off of this curb and dead into this bitches ass
Fronting all hard, fucking chest all swole
That's how EMS is gonna ship his ass, laid out all swole
You want some of this but bitch you're not sure
Just how far will this motherfucker go, bitch you're not sure
Will I catch you over at...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 8:06pm
6th Nov 2022 8:06pm
Dandelion Pappus
One among many but so unlike all of the rest
Why should this particular flower on this particular hill stand out from the rest
The odds are astronomical, the answer is anyone's guess
The only thing that's of certainty is the pain I've been taught to digest
Planted by fate in soil that rejected me
Ordered fed and nourished by a sun that neglected me
Weather battered, isolated, I was expected to fend for self
While all the others were wanted and picked, I was the only one left
My remaining petals were weather beaten, I looked as of last season...
Why should this particular flower on this particular hill stand out from the rest
The odds are astronomical, the answer is anyone's guess
The only thing that's of certainty is the pain I've been taught to digest
Planted by fate in soil that rejected me
Ordered fed and nourished by a sun that neglected me
Weather battered, isolated, I was expected to fend for self
While all the others were wanted and picked, I was the only one left
My remaining petals were weather beaten, I looked as of last season...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
2nd Nov 2022 9:08pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#fiction
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:49am
29th Oct 2022 4:49am
Bender
A pussy to me ain't nothing but a gut
A hole to run up in and bust a nut
Keep all hands on the table and watch the cut
Nobody's gonna buy this shit if you don't watch the cut
Just pull his young ass off the court and show him how we get down
Put his ass in the middle of a circle and beat him down
When he raises up, he's jumped in
He'll never need, we're his family and friends
But to have this comes with a price
It might cost your freedom or maybe your life
But if you ever want to be hood fucking rich
Don't mind putting in...
A hole to run up in and bust a nut
Keep all hands on the table and watch the cut
Nobody's gonna buy this shit if you don't watch the cut
Just pull his young ass off the court and show him how we get down
Put his ass in the middle of a circle and beat him down
When he raises up, he's jumped in
He'll never need, we're his family and friends
But to have this comes with a price
It might cost your freedom or maybe your life
But if you ever want to be hood fucking rich
Don't mind putting in...
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 4:28am
29th Oct 2022 4:28am
f**kboy
Punk pussy pushing bitches speaking to a man like a boy
Motherfuckers wanna know why you went there boy
Shit I absorb flows like a motherfucking kotex
That's until your shit spills over, then I go straight for the neck
The jugular is a vein, I need that carotid artery
A simple nick and shit has been fixed, spraying like Persian missile artillary
Don't cry bitch, you're not the only one that can spit
Wait a minute while I roll this shit and take me a hit
Purp twisted, sipping on some fucking lean
My boy, Raw Dawg, came through with that...
Motherfuckers wanna know why you went there boy
Shit I absorb flows like a motherfucking kotex
That's until your shit spills over, then I go straight for the neck
The jugular is a vein, I need that carotid artery
A simple nick and shit has been fixed, spraying like Persian missile artillary
Don't cry bitch, you're not the only one that can spit
Wait a minute while I roll this shit and take me a hit
Purp twisted, sipping on some fucking lean
My boy, Raw Dawg, came through with that...
#drugs
#narrative
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 5:48pm
11th Oct 2022 5:48pm
The Heist
The virus provided the cover, somebody's gotta love COVID
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe
First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner
She drinks and smokes our shit, so you...
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe
First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner
She drinks and smokes our shit, so you...
#narrative
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Sep 2022 7:25pm
24th Sep 2022 7:25pm
Silent - Part 7: The Escape
Saturday, 5am Gavin
My phone is ringing again. Private Number.
I snatch the handset: 'Yes? Hello?'
Please let this be Lucy or Maxine. Please let this all be a joke.
Silence.
'Final warning, Gavin,' a man says, in a low but menacing voice. 'The Angel of Mercy's watching you and he's very, very angry. Leave Maxine's flat at once. This is your very last chance.'
The line goes dead.
Not hanging around.
I grab the sports bag containing my clothes and coach ticket, and stuff my phone and wallet in my...
My phone is ringing again. Private Number.
I snatch the handset: 'Yes? Hello?'
Please let this be Lucy or Maxine. Please let this all be a joke.
Silence.
'Final warning, Gavin,' a man says, in a low but menacing voice. 'The Angel of Mercy's watching you and he's very, very angry. Leave Maxine's flat at once. This is your very last chance.'
The line goes dead.
Not hanging around.
I grab the sports bag containing my clothes and coach ticket, and stuff my phone and wallet in my...
#narrative
#mystery
#risk
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2022 5:13am
23rd Sep 2022 5:13am
Keeping It Real
I keep a fat ass roll in my pocket, but I just don't show it
I keep that thing on me somewheres and you motherfuckers know it
Hahaha fuck clapping in the air when I take it there
Nothing but the barrel sticking out of the window, kick them casings back in here
Keeping it real
Ole boy done fucked up, shit he knows he fucked
He fucking went and touched a package he wasn't supposed to touch
An audit was performed, I was told to plug up any leaks
Find out where he got the brand new ride and that closet full of sneaks
Keeping...
I keep that thing on me somewheres and you motherfuckers know it
Hahaha fuck clapping in the air when I take it there
Nothing but the barrel sticking out of the window, kick them casings back in here
Keeping it real
Ole boy done fucked up, shit he knows he fucked
He fucking went and touched a package he wasn't supposed to touch
An audit was performed, I was told to plug up any leaks
Find out where he got the brand new ride and that closet full of sneaks
Keeping...
#violence
#death
#narrative
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
21st Sep 2022 8:49pm
Silent - Part 6: The Text
Gavin, Early Hours Of Saturday Morning, May 2019
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
A few minutes has passed since the silent phone call from a number withheld. Now a text has arrived with an attached image, from an unfamiliar number this time.
re Lucy
I don’t want to open it, as I know it’s going to be bad.
Don’t have a choice. I open the message.
This is serious, much worse than anything I'd anticipated.
I see an image of myself staring back from the screen, broad and clunky with a black leather jacket and coal-like eyes. Friends always tease me about...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
20th Sep 2022 9:15am
Silent - Part 5: How We Met
Gavin, Friday Night
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
Yeah, there was massive trouble nearly two years ago. It involved Lucy and another girl. And me.
The location? Lyme House in Lancashire, a former Prep School for aspiring concert pianists. You know the sort? Mainly rich kids, apart from those who got in on scholarships (such as myself). The media called it The School of Death because it already had a sinister past.
After the investigation, Lucy occasionally emailed me. One evening I replied to a reply…Lucy responded to that and we started to communicate regularly. Every two or...
#love
#narrative
#mystery
#obsession
#risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 8:48pm
17th Sep 2022 8:48pm
Silent - Part 3: Late Afternoon
Gavin, Friday Afternoon:
Lucy needed to get away for a while. Yeah, that must be it. She's obviously stressed and upset, judging from her nightmare in the middle of the night.
I’m tired from the long coach journey yesterday. I watch TV and drift off to sleep in the middle of a film, coming to with a jolt. At first, I can’t work out where I am, or why. You know the groggy feeling? No sense of day or time or location.
The information comes back to me in short bursts: Leeds – took the coach up from London yesterday (to save on costs) – arranged to meet...
Lucy needed to get away for a while. Yeah, that must be it. She's obviously stressed and upset, judging from her nightmare in the middle of the night.
I’m tired from the long coach journey yesterday. I watch TV and drift off to sleep in the middle of a film, coming to with a jolt. At first, I can’t work out where I am, or why. You know the groggy feeling? No sense of day or time or location.
The information comes back to me in short bursts: Leeds – took the coach up from London yesterday (to save on costs) – arranged to meet...
#relationships
#narrative
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 8:07am
3rd Aug 2022 8:07am
The 42yr Old Manchild: A True Story
Well, well, well..
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to...
You were sweet for a minute
then gone in a flash
sparked joy for a second
then belonged in the trash
I guess when you suck
you're the one to finish last
He was talking big game
but having trouble
keeping up
Making claims like a god
but couldn't buy lunch
"self-published" writer
yet couldn't make a buck
looking pretty at the gym
but never owned
a folding knife
he couldn't even open one
to save his own life
(I... had to teach him... how to...
#men
#narrative
#funny
#tragedy
#dating
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