Tribblicate

We played a game in AP Psyche today. The teacher would read a passage and we had to determine whether it was a poem, or a schizophrenic’s word salad. Things I learned today? Poetry is fucking crazy.

I can’t stand haikus, I really can’t. I hate counting syllables. I hate the specific guidelines, I hate how I always end up having to write about nature. Ugh.

Can I talk about your lips?
Red, subtle, smooth as the shuttle;
Don’t rhyme them with hips,
Those hips don’t lie,
But your mouth might,
What a sight,
Ass big and eyes tight.

I am a monster.
Beyond you and
More than true.
Stricken black and blue,
Crawling from the
Shadows of a womb,
I flew.

I live in the ecstasy of the wound,
The slashing word;
The broken smile
Down-turned eyes and
He’s sad for a while.
She’s walking a mile,
In the shoes of an ugly, listeless thing
Without man or ring.
All because of me.

This is how I survive;
The pain of others,
The impassioned smothers.
I am the sum of my parts,
The darkest of arts.

Pretty on the outside,
Poisoned within,
Heart like a snake,
Curled round’ the rib.
I am a beast.
And now, I feast.

No man, no girl
Can face my words
Bare my touch,
It’s a bit much,
Their world a crutch.

This world of people,
Lining up like Sheeple.
Bound to them,
And they to me.
This is my job;
To make hearts throb.

Can’t survive,
Live, or thrive;
Without a monster.
The Darwinian Demon,
The faster, the fittest.
I grow the weak
And the meek,
From Earth to sky,
And you wonder why.

What doesn’t kill us,
Makes us stronger.
Be thankful for me.

I’m a motherfucking monster by trade,
I will always get laid,
And it will always be said;
He was a boss,
He was a man,
He knew the way,
Had a plan.

I break hearts cause I can,
Bust rhymes cause I am,
Lonely, shallow, empty, hollow, beneath and above.

I am a beast.
But I’m happy,

…At least.

A/N: There’s a couple things going no here. What I had in mind was a deconstruction of those rap songs that boast about how many sociopathic qualities one has. The ones that are kind of depraved and the moral guardians love to go after. But also I wanted to cut out everything good about myself, everything that makes me human, and distill whatever was left into this poem. It’s a sort of introspective piece, while at the same time making and extroverted statement.

p.s. this is the poem I sent to that boy. He really liked it. <3 

i sent a poem to a cute boy, oh god I’m nervous now. :/

A poem, by Tommy Tribble

I am a monster.
Beyond you and
More than true.
Stricken black and blue,
Crawling from the
Shadows of a womb,
I flew.

I live in the ecstasy of  hurt,
The slashing word;
The broken smile
Downturned eyes and
He’s sad for a while.
She’s walking a mile,
In the shoes of an ugly, listeless thing
Without man or ring.
All because of me.

This is how I survive;
The pain of others,
The impassioned smothers.
I am the sum of my parts,
The darkest of the arts.

Pretty on the outside,
Poisoned within,
Heart like a snake,
Curled round’ the rib.
I am a beast.
And here, I feast.

No man, no girl
Can face my words
Bare my touch,
It’s a bit much,
But their world is a crutch.

This world of people,
Lining up like Sheeple.
I’m bound to them,
And they to me.
This is my job.
To make your head throb.
 
How do they survive?
Live, and thrive;
Without a monster.
The Darwinian Demon,
The faster, the fittest.
I make them,
Grow them;
From Earth to stem.

What doesn’t kill you,
Makes you stronger.
Be thankful for me.

I’m a motherfucking monster by trade,
I will always get laid,
And it will always be said;
He was a boss,
He was a man,
He knew the way,
Just what to say.

I break hearts cause I can,
Bust rhymes cause I am,
Lonely, shallow, empty, hollow, beneath and above.

I am a beast.
But I’m happy,
At least.

A/N: This was more of an introspective piece. It was all about looking at myself and my dark side. I thought about the way I am some days, and the way I was in the past. I thought about how these actions might come off to the casual observer, what they would think of my imperfections. How would someone view me if they didn’t really know me and hadn’t seen the nicer side? Then I considered what life would be like if that WAS me, if there was no bright side, and no depth, just what you see on a bad day. How would this character think? How would he justify his actions, and how could he sleep at night? This poem was born from that thought-line. It’s about me in a very light way, it’s about the road not taken in regards to your own IRL character development. If you become the villain of everyone else’s story, how might you think?

An original poem

I’m flirting with an edge here,
Ready for the blue sphere,
Taking a world by storm while I’m wet and worn.
I’m doing what I do while you do what you do.

I’m doing the balancing act;
between happy and no-really-I’m-fine
And yeah, I’ll whine.
But it’s hard to understand why
I start to disband.

I’m alone on the throne, and
Starting to feel the woe;
It’s all part of the show
No-really-I’m-fine.
And there I go,
Dancing through slow-mo.

But, here I am.
Right on the edge,
Betwixt humanity and serenity,
And just a bit of sterility.  

My heart’s so big, so weak.
It hurts in my chest the moment you speak.
This humanity’s killing me, and filling me.
But you’re willing me on, unhappy and inhuman.
They should take it way.

But, yeah; okay.  
I’m a little bit emotional.
Almost unequivocal
Trying so hard to be unconventional
And original
But I’m starting to feel the heat,
Every time we fucking meet.

But you don’t care.
You’re happy with the unhappy,
So I’m happy for you.
All shiny and brand new.
Cause’ really, I’m fine.

This is why
I’ve curled up in a ball
Up against the wall.
Begging to a thief,
For the relief,
Of emotionless mischief.

Cause here I am;
Soft, alone.
Please, God:
Make me stone.

By Tommy Tribble ;]