Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category

“Inside My Head” by Co-Dean

Posted: March 4, 2015 in Poems

I can’t sleep at night, Paranoid from my past life.

Knowing everything happened because I wouldn’t act right.

It haunts me till this day, man I want out of this fast life.

Dreaming about a gavel falling. Giving me life with some graphite.

Damn, my Demons pressure these bad thoughts.

Thinking about nights when I was hunting folks but laughing my ass off.

Now thinking about the years of tears and pain I’ve caused

Realizing now the reason for all the things I’ve lost.

It used to not make sense, why all this bad luck,

If they knew half of all I’ve done, they’d cover my ass up.

Plus I’ve made the mistake of looking at different religions,

Confused, now I see the same but a lot of its different.

Who am I to say who’s wrong and who’s right?

Like is it Mohammad or is it Jesus Christ.

Mixed emotions about a lot but there’s no way I’m gay

The worlds got to be crazy to think that’s ok.

Is it real or is it Fake? Is is something to go on,

Can we depend on man? Shit I don’t know haven’t I

got to try something because I’m driving myself crazy,

And that’s the only good I know so maybe.


By Co-Dean

Webbed Up by Derek Corley

Posted: September 18, 2014 in Poems

“How like a prisoner be

An insect trapped

Caught in a spider web

by a hungry arachnid.

Spun chains and shackles,

no comfort to the victim

wrapped up in silk

Injected with a paralytic

Helpless, awaiting it’s fate

To be eaten, sucked dry

Till all that’s left

Is an empty shell

The sider cuts loose to fall from its web….

Prisoner or insect”

by Derek Corley

“Hi There”

Posted: August 9, 2014 in Poems

Just wanted to say, hi,

and in that I succeeded.

Naa-na, Naa-na, boo-boo.

Clips of Ink by Travis McCourt

Posted: May 4, 2014 in Poems

Did you ever love someone you knew didn’t care?
Did you pour out your heart, still it got you nowhere?

….Cups of Ink….

If my pen were a pistol, I’d be killing this page,
Emptying out clips of ink, releasing all my rage;
Squeezing until the bullets inside this pen go dry,
Aiming at every issue that made me laugh or cry.

If my pen were a pistol, I’d go on a killing spree,
Shooting with extreme prejudice all the words you sent to me;
Shooting with no intention of protecting the position I’m in,
Firing out these poems of rage, knowing in the end I’ll win.

If my pen were a pistol, I’d shoot till these words were spent,
Targeting my heart and soul where I keep my feelings pent.
I’d let every shell rain free letting loose on love and lust.
If my pen were a pistol, yeah, I’d let the hammer burst.

By Travis McCourt

Doing So Much Time by C.G.

Posted: August 29, 2013 in Poems

I’m the voice at the other end of the phone

living life on another planet.

Hang it up and again I’m alone,

just so much that I can stand it.

I never even wear a watch.

I go sunup to sundown.

My calendar is my only clock

and the pages are really turning now.


I count the year as over with

when football season starts,

but those nights can get real long

when there are no third yards.

You’ve got to have ever been here

to really even feel me.

I spend my time trying to live

while the system tries to kill me.


They done took out all the weights.

They done took out all the food.

If you don’t get no money,

then you’s a broke-ass dude.

I got this jit up under my wing.

It goes in one ear and out the other.

You can’t tell him anything,

but he’s my motherlovin little brother.


I’ve been around here for so long,

it’s like I was always here,

where there’s no such thing as right or wrong;

just respect and fear.

And I get along very well

cause I can bring the pain.

When them crackers push that button,

they can bring the rain.


Doing time by the decades;

my 20’s, 30’s and 40’s.

See you when I’m 53.

Hope I can still make some shorties.

When I get out and look you up,

will you hang up the phone?

Or block me from your facebook page,

or whatever it is they got going on?


I’m a relic from long ago.

In my mind it’s still the same.

Aged like wine fermented slow.

Drink it up to kill the pain.

And after so much time it no longer hurts.

I’ve been away for too long.

I spent all night on this verse

and all year on this song.

In Jail by Rocky Barbosa

Posted: July 11, 2013 in Poems

Being in jail is lonely at night.
It’s waiting for letters that no one will write.
It’s depending on people you thought were your friends
when they fail to come through again and again.

It’s sitting around with nothing to do,
trying to figure out just who is who.
It’s finding out that hearts are made of stone
and realizing that you’re all alone.

It’s waiting for visits that never take place
from so called friend’s who’ve forgotten your face.
It’s wondering why time seems to move so slow
and every dream you have has no place to go.

Therefore I will do my time with my head held high
and keep my integrity and pride until the day I die.
The day will come when I am free,
then it will by my turn to forget those who forgot me.

by Rocky Barbosa

“Untitled” by ?

Posted: June 26, 2013 in Poems

Let me tell you about a game I play
Where I close my eyes & and fade away

I float away to a special place
Beyond the Stars & moon & space

In this special place you see
There are only 2 people – just u & me

In this place, all is right
Nothing but love, and we never fight

In this place, there is no sadness
no cells, no courts, none of that madness

No rules to follow, No laws to break
No bars to hold us or separate

No one to tell us we can’t kiss or touch
I don’t just tell you “I love u”, I show you how much

But someday soon – I’m not sure when
I will close my eyes & play my game again.

by ?