Poems by Pop

A Crybaby's Riddle

Liquefied, it burns my eyes,
Smears my makeup,
Stains my face,
Happens when I'm sad,
Or when I'm so mad
I break all in the form of tear drops

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I Hate Math

Complex numbers in my head,
I want to go home and go to bed.
Oh my gosh! I am so bored!
Algebra,
Imaginary numbers,
Decimals,
Subtraction and way much more!
I know it looks like I guess,
But I swear I try my best!
I can't help that I fail a lot of tests!
I hate math! It's my worst subject!

Insect by Richard James

I give all that I am,
Still I am nothing.
Should I hold my head high
And act like I'm something?

I've lied to myself
Just to kill this torment,
I've bled these two wrists
'Cause life came and it went.

I hold this all in
Just to keep calm and quiet.
I do not belong
'Cause this life I defy it.

No one will judge me
'Cause I'm just an insect.
Please just don't listen
'Cause these words will just infect.

I cannot erase this face
That I frown.
You cannot forgive me
'Cause I can't be found.

SUgAr by Michelle Marr

SUgAr’s so sweet, it’s like powdered honey,
The bees who produce it know it’s all about money.
It lures us in and gets a grip on our mind,
Family and friends, they’re all left behind

We give up our lives and sell out our soul,
Just one more bag and then we’ll take control.
Pay off the bills and try to keep some pride,
But the hunger starts to eat us up deep down inside

Before we know it, the weekend’s upon us
Just one more bag: call it a bonus!
Promise yourself that by Monday it’s gone.
Life can be lonely, but you know it goes on

In the blink of an eye and the flap of a wing,
It’s Friday again and the SUgAr is King.
Take me away and make me Queen of your world;
By Monday I’ll own it and won’t come unfurled

I’ll stick by my promises and get myself clean,
But by the weekend you’ll still follow its sheen
You’ll try to resist it and you’ll try to pretend
The fluffy white SUgAr won’t signal your end

We all lose our focus at one stage in time,
The bees making honey still know it’s a crime.
You cannot resist it and you can’t say no,
The powder keeps falling, like sweet white snow

Got so many questions, you think it will resolve;
But all SUgAr will do, is help the brain cells dissolve.
Morning comes, your head hurts and your nose is bleeding;
The SUgAr’s still sweet and it keeps on feeding.

The stand off is on and the struggle's begun,
Just one weekend and you think the battles been won.
Then the buzzer sounds, there’s a friend at your door;
But the friend is a pimp and the SUgAr’s his whore…