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Aenga

Something between and angle and an amoeba, that's where you'll find me. In the mean time, here are some distracting things. Some of which I made myself.

Posts tagged poetry

Jul 19 '13

Fucked

I would like to give a shout out - a ceremonious occult - 

to the bitch ass mother fucker who went and broke my heart. 

From ashes to fire, dirty little liar. 

I wreathe I, I write - I conspire. 

Fuck you - and your jaded morals. Being with you feels as good as walking bare foot on coral. 

Fuck everything about you - 

your kiddie underwear and your stupid ‘war hawk’ hair. 

You’re as much of a child as your size - 

Pass go bitch - you never won a prize. 

I can’t believe I compromised intentions for your ludicrous fantasy of bullshit as suspension.

Is he gonna come? How long will it be? 

Should have figured out that it would always be prematurely. 

You ain’t got no maturity although you wear a ring,

your promises sound as clear as your ‘wife’ when she sings. 

You publicly disrespected me, I’ve been humiliated and sunk. 

Too bad I’m the winner cuz I ain’t married to a cunt. 

Fuck everything about you - you ain’t even big,

the only place I can find your size is in  with the kids.

A youthful spirit? Maybe when you’re acting like a baby.

Fuck everything about him. What else can I write?

Fuck the good dreams that lied to me night after night.

As diminished as the star player - 

who used to shine so bright. I’m turned off, you’re turned out. 

Maybe now someone else will know the bullshit you’re about. 

-

Jan 21 '12

Capsized

Apparently you need me, enough to not reply.
Cherish every moment, that you hide and compromise
It’s ridiculous, how you come across so strong, I wonder how long you’d last,
you’re pathetic and it’s wrong.
Weak and miserable, fishy caught in a net.
You’re as crippled and disabled as an amputated war vet.
Fighting with yourself, if to distract from everything else; you must not know,
you must not care. Lording over my pocketed underwear.
Shower you with all my love can give, yet you’re overwhelmed by the smallest rift. 

Capsized.

(Source: emurgess)

Jan 2 '12

Upper Dimension

As soon as I prepare the
clock face stops and stares, overly aware,
imaging the crowd in their underwear.

Re-washing to refresh, refreshing
to re-wash, gums bleeding from
the floss, because OCD’s boss.

always wins the coin toss

Frog prince died and I ate his legs fried,

promised a kiss but I lied

ran away before being spied.

what are these games we play? I
thought they’d be fun by now they
won’t go away

-

(Source: emurgess)

Jan 1 '12

Better off with No One

No one in the world or space or time misses you so much as me. How unlucky.

I miss you as the waves miss the shore, cascading towards it forever more. Swallowing each grain of sand, I am your ocean, you are my land. No one knows you, you were made my man. Stolen from me and my treasury, taken from my chest with jealousy. How couldn’t she be an enemy? I would give up your love to have your time, forever cursed to dream and rhyme.

No one loves you as much as me. Nothing so wasteful as what you’ll never receive. I grieve, I grieve, I grieve. I miss you as if you were dead, decapitated, a house without its head. The depths in the shade of my everglade drown and make me your eternal slave. What I would give to kiss your hands, no one can take you, you are my man. Run away before you stay to play, every day I will pretend I’m better off without you anyway.

-

(Source: emurgess)

Jul 27 '11

Empty Bank

I can’t wait anymore
so I’ll just sit here a bit more
lonely isn’t such a bore,

when we’re together,

I want you no more
men drift in and out

like tides on the shore
a beautiful place,

but such wasted space
without a breath to blow,


 and freedom to make mistakes


dry heat, empty banks
 see the pretty soldiers,

flying tanks
fueling each complaint
about gasoline’s rising rates
destruction gives us space
organize and separate each race
to be different is to have taint
flocking together on a fire lake
one eye open in case of snakes
vulnerable mental states
distracted, now I’m late

- ♏

Jul 27 '11

Spit Up

never say never? man that ain’t clever. 

tug the loose end of this sweater

can’t fabricate anything that translates

s on your chest and a superman cape

costumes don’t make a hero, 

if all the bad guys escape

bob ross landscapes, 

happy trees? I’ll participate 

while you check me out, 

I check mate 

can’t fuck it up,

 when true art is mistakes

cuz nothing’s at stake

order me up, I’m juicy as a steak

slab of meat on your plate

- chew me, I’m chewy 

not star wars or a loogie

too damn hot for the newbie

n00b that never touched a boobie

we are obsessed with our shoes,

cuz they’re full of big news

and our stride will amuse 

like the simpsons on the telly tube

time to roll this stone,

take me off the air, I’m done. 

(Source: emurgess)

Jul 5 '11

A Long Time Ago

nothing is worth the effort and the effort ain’t worth nothing, back and forth like war we’re pushing and tugging. each hand on the rope, noose, ill cut your throat. but I’d rather just choke, listen to the air stuck in your throat. protected like a moat, just trying to stay afloat. alligators and crocodiles guard what you wont. no territory, no pride, won’t listen to what’s inside. acid tears are cried, burning through the lies. I can’t take this no more, don’t give a fuck what’s in store. it can only go up from here, or maybe not, that’s my fear. supposed to be telling a story, but all I can do is feel. the pain surging through me is all too real. immobile like steel, my mobility you steal. skin comes off like a peel. wish it would just end, lord, an angel you must send. can’t believe we’re here again, despite all the listening. all the hope that was glistening. scattered moments, shattered glass, strewn through the past. walking a fine line between your time and mine. I’ll keep repeating myself, over and over again. so angry I could piss on him. pissed off you could say. like every other day, you swore it’d be okay, but it won’t go away. promised it would go well, we wouldn’t revisit hell; return the life long pass, relaxing in the grass, watching clouds pass, our happiness amass. whispering softly, slowly, lowly. words are feathers, together, forever. can’t keep it, can’t speak it, won’t repeat it. slipping away, day to day, can’t help but pray. begging you to stay. curled in your lap. fingers clasping hair, tearing underwear. what’s under there; pandora’s box. memory bleached like clorox. can’t remember to forget all the pain and regret. pride my lost bet, after all the feelings spent. so expensive, won’t relent, like a million dollar rent. cannot be innocent, until I can repent. too scared to make a peep, crawling to a place where snow won’t heap. why won’t he, why can’t he? the queen and the worker bee, not how it’s meant to be. please call me baby. tell me to stay. make it go away. check my closet at night when you turn off the light. tell me one more time it’ll be alright. kiss me goodnight and tuck me in. remind me to pray, forgive my sins. join me in my bed, lay down your sweet head. the last super, I’m your broken bread. a heavenly body, words are once again beyond me. the shore’s of sleep await, now that light has opened darkness’ gate

(Source: emurgess)

Jun 29 '11

Woodwork

pulled this out of my hat like it’s some kinda trick

whip out your wood wand, cuz bitch, I know magic.

never smelled better shit, peppermint.

what I smoke has a purple tint, amethyst

hits your face like a fist, jack bower couldn’t block this

but you’re so pessimistic, like a spoiled bitch who isn’t rich

although her life average, so can you can it?

all I know is that I can’t fit, 

more in my blunt, like sardines, I stuffed it.

can you admit it, you’re starting to sweat?

here, I’ll let you borrow my deodorant.

my momma taught me right and I have manners,

think cuz you got fists you brought a man here?

don’t touch me, i ain’t your iphone.

getting in my face like you want to fight though

can’t have the mike bro, it’s hot like nitro

from the fire that I blow, smiles flash at me like photos

you can’t stand my friction, might as well go to death row

make sure you take the back row, spits flying from my flow

I set up the slip in slide,

when it’s you’re turn you’re about to take a ride

to the very bottom level, sunk down like a pebble

the rebel started to tremble and now worships at my temple

- ♏

(Source: emurgess)

Jun 26 '11

ka-pow

yes I am a little white girl, but I got more nuts than a squirrel. your face green with jealously like you’re about to hurl. I’m a diamond and a pearl, you’re straight with a curl. I’m sorry, did I insult you? if you had some mass you wouldn’t be see through. looking glass told me what I know to be true, dream come true. beauty was never blessed on you. but I got that, and I’m a beast too. turning black and blue, embarrassed, so you’re red too. here’s a tissue, I won’t need it because I won’t miss you. stop taking notes, if money ain’t the issue. I’ll be on the next issue, of high times medicinal. you can’t find your way home without a whistle. I’m the bomb, without the missile. 

(Source: emurgess)

Jun 23 '11

Time Tracers

my breath keeps choking, but I won’t stop smoking. stabbing pens through paper, thinking too hard. twisting and untwisting, around around around. it’s Mary, what we’ve found. laying in the shade, green grassy ground. forget me not, remember me a lot. I’ll be everything that you’re not. yin in my yang, we swing in hammocks once again. pine scented cinnamon. we are the richest of men. purple horizons, a rock and roll end. resurrect me once again, I’m here to listen. the future glistens, to venture into the unknown is our mission. I’ll make this executive decision, to neglect any precision. wouldn’t notice what we’re missin, with our sight in a prism. splatter and splash, I want this feeling to last. grasping on to the strands of time as they pass.  

(Source: emurgess)

May 12 '11

Inside-out Tomb

locks won’t let the outside in
pull the drapes shut, can’t see then
Muslim sewn by Iraqians
didn’t know I’d paid for them
my thoughts, I’m assured, are innocent
by the preachers of prescriptions
ordaining drugs to heal men
medicine from friend to friend
concerned for my well being
years of schooling, tests, and screenings
prove that you should believe me
no one can see what I see
without telescopes and memory
textbooks from this century
won’t tell me any more than a secretary
or diagnose what hasn’t occurred to me
slurring drunken energy
slippery words from frenemy’s
also known as every enterprise
we are a world living inside
everything but our own minds
does that make it more real?
tell me, how do you feel?
no more patience to catch what I reeled
now go enjoy this facial peel

(Source: emurgess)

May 12 '11

Freshly Baked

about to smoke bowl number two grade blew right through you cuz you’re still in grade number two but I give you new rules because my burning bush rules nonbelievers all fools drowning in their own drool below the belt they all tools one hoe for the whole crew wearing j.crew makin’ fun of hippie jews obsessed with nike shoes their hits don’t leave a bruise
me? Im onna cruise vaporizing baby blues funnies the wrappers that we choose because we laugh when they are used and y’all don’t gotta clue because this rap already through 

- ♏


(Source: emurgess)

May 11 '11

A Question Without An Answer

“Which way is up?”

I once asked a man

Sitting all alone, his face in his hands

He looked at me and stared, what an expression he had!

Despite my expectations, he almost seemed glad

Though his joy was not easily translated

It was not the kind that could be rated

The smile beneath his crinkled skin

Came from somewhere deep within 

It was a sort of understanding you see

He knew something, more than you or me

I looked at him and devoured the sight

Wondering if I could possibly be right

There was a man, his existence was puzzling

Something about him kept my mind buzzing

Deep were the lines that covered his face

I envied each one of them, delicate as lace 

He had become his story 

He knew the emptiness in the thing called glory

This was a man whose silence spoke

I smiled at him, less he think me a joke

Fluent were we, in the language that you see 

Although his words were unsaid, I felt lighter, free

My question had sparked a flame

The warmth spread quickly, then he asked me my name

As I spoke the word it felt full and rich

He touched my hand and repeated the sound

My laughter came steadily, rich and profound

So much of my identity existed in the word 

Yet how meaningless it is, after it’s heard

The nonsense of the thing made me smile and laugh

What a beautiful thing, a treasure amongst sin

Now say your name, and try not to grin

- ♏

(Source: emurgess)