Newfriendship

Heres for you and cheers for me.

we are new in this friendship

and now you're with me

best buddies

always facebooking and  poking

and sending I.Ms rather than talking personally

We talked only for one day 

and opened up too each other.

and started laughing with each other 

were like sister and brother

siblings to the ending.

We talk and you asked me questions

I did the same

you made me say things I wouldn't say

helped me make a poem in our second date 

and in this friendship we possess,

we may be different.

Have different sex

but same mortality and walk both sides with our feets

arms wide open when ever we offer a hug 

we come close like lady bugs 

hum like humming birds make a simple song 

correct each other when one is wrong

fly straight and lose control

but we have each others backs you can be my wing girl

and I can be your wing man

stay by my side and I'll stay by yours

I promise you that when we see eachother

I'll maybe buy you some chocolate.

 

To: Julie Lina

By: Mrwaffles

To: Julie Lina

You >:)

You're the 8th wonder in my life

you make my heart beat to fast,

so fast it led me to cardiac arrest, but still I breathe.

No matter how much I bleed 

I still want to see you see me,

personally with a huge smile on your face

when you come closer to my face facing face to face.

your beauty still makes my heart race 

right after death it shall may.

Your spark of love sparked a unlit lantern in my soul 

brightening and leading me with out worries 

of being alone in the unenlightened forest.

now here you lay to rest

right by my chest and we both gazed 

dazzling at the stars and played eye spy Mars.

red planet they call 

and I asked with my whispering voice

if you can find my heart 

you point one direction 

on the right side of my chest 

and I say you win my heart endlessly 

secretly, there is no doubt in my decision.

hold my hand tightly 

and fly with me in distance space

and start a new race, 

with our hormones combining each other 

and making love under and with the stars above.

I don't care how rough you do me 

I still have the physical strength to with stand your powerful

love you give and receive from me.

You make my heart rumble and no matter how much you 

rock it and slap it, it stays intact and in place for you to kiss its booboo's away.

you are my happiness

you define happiness every time you smile or laugh 

at my nonsense or random jokes

you let me know you are happy for who I am and what I am.

this poem is for you to understand my feelings inside and outside.

 Reason: For my GF Allison Lyn Estacio-Waffles Madamba

Karma #1

Here I am again

picking up the pen again

ready to send a message

to those mother fuckers

that never listens to my words in advice

karmas a bitch

you can take it in and out the streets

she follows you like a lost puppy

you try to run

you can't hide

because karma is an effect of a person's decisions in life that determines

their fate and the next incarnation

so better take action

before you sit down and eat rations

it might be your last meal of the day

before they take your ass in the chambers

poison you with poison gases

then later rape your whole family

because what you did is something we look forward to never forgive.

Hear me, fear me, take those fucking ear plugs out

and dare me

compare my life to yours

you'll find indifference

just like what they all say

monkey see, monkey do.

better believe it isn't true

because you're just making yourself look like a fool.

Wipe your drool

pick up your jaw

before I rip em out your motha fucking mouth

punk ass bitch

go die in a ditch and regret what you fucking did!

Because I'll haunt you

better be scared

don't try to prove anything else to anybody else

you can scream your lungs out

but no one wouldn't care or wouldn't want to hear

your throat cut by my knife

I pulled out of my sleeves of surprises

swallow what you have now.

Rot in where ever you are

sleep there

eat there

and fucken die there...

Life is life

when you see your family arguing about simple things

life is life

when you can't see in the mirror and can't figure out what has changed.

Life is life

when you walk out your room all you can see is blood and tears on the walls and floors

with belt marks on our backs.

Life is life

when mother tells us “this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you”.

Life is life

when you fail at school and scared to come home, decisions and depression just kills the inside of you.

Life is life

when you do wrong and its not your fault but someone points out to you and tell you “I blame you ”.

Life is life

when someone dies and everyone realize that weapons don't hurt people, people hurt people.

Tell me now what else in life we would face?

By: Chris M.

My INSTRUMENTS!! (grand slam poem) **best poem yet**

I hold this paper

it seems heavier than ever

with words piling on each other

endlessly forever

there is no telling when it will ever end

because it will never end.

Because letters will become words

and words become sentence

and sentences become paragraphs

It starts from inches to miles

it gets wild like a child.

When pencils become mechanical penis

and when wood becomes paper and papers meet penis

and papers eat penis

when writing just drains every ink in them.

Nothing is saved

when ink is drawn right through them.

How can they go on without anything else for me to say

all they depend on is my words that rends

and kill every one of them

I wanna write and see whats written not to memorize to be judged to win the prize

I want to stand with my pen and paper by my side and raise with me.

Let thoughts pile ontop of me and get back up.

with my pen gripped to my palms like glue and continue to do what it does

letting pen tubes be my veins

and when I write I can feel the pain

as my inked blood slowly drains onto the paper

soon I will be begging for a savior

to take this instruments away

I will refuse and never quit

I will not let these cold blooded weapons seize the day

with out a player to play this game

nothing will ever be the same

without a hand

with fingers to hold the pens trigger

and aim at a line on a paper

fire and set truth higher than ever.

Because these instruments are what is prime to me,

and pride you can barely see

to know what it all means to be me with my instruments of destruction

like crayons as my friend said

he will put them into chaos

but I'll put these mechanical pens and blank papers to cause a new Renaissance men and march to a new century and change everything that meant be.

and break those crayons and set them on fire

and let those melted pieces be my titled piece

with all of them bolded

with times new roman

all capitalized with font size 139

now tell me whose more devastating

whose brave enough to pase with me

and walk at the same time and make the same rhythmic rhymes....

try and keep up, because you aint quicker than I.

Come stand next to me and tell me

whose more righteous?

who can step on me and be like me, because we don't have the same pen and paper

all you have is a stapler with bobby pins and a filled up trash bin with all your thoughts crumpled in

we can't be the same

Because I can write with my pen

and its my might to know whats written on every line

I can sight internal rhymes in poems you write.

I can set your life in reverse and tell you in free verse

that you and your life aint worse than mine

in my experience with the devils purse

trapped inside

surrounded by a wall of bricks ready to burst

like boiling pits

never to see light which slowly dims

on this day when I walked up and saw my weapons on display.

I approach them without anything to say

I held them and ponder in distant space

and quickly rise from the dead to give what I received from hell

These instruments

I hold my paper and pen and write until I drop dead again.

I Rest in peace and let my soul write for me

This pen

and this paper.

I'll treasure them forever.

I'll Hold them in leather casing with golden feathers

keep them warm whenever I need to share my thoughts and dreams. I'll bust them out and set my pen in position with my paper and cause a collision that will make my vision burn and blur.

Fall on the floor and close my eyes and hold my instruments tight

until my hands bleed from paper cuts and stab wounds from my penis

this is how it feels to be free.

Free to be who I wanted to be

to be me and see my dreams that I thought to never dream

these are my instruments and without me, my instruments are useless ,without my instruments I am nothing.

By: Chris M.

reason: Alive 'n Breathing

Hallow Callow Tree

I was shot by hope

and shot by love

I was shot by a bullet that had names, that had not been spoken before.

New faces and new dreams come true

as I lay sleepy silently under a hallow callow tree

I sleep until my own dreams come true

Hoping me and you will get through this

prosper with rusted chains that luster in plain view

I take off my shoe and take out the pebbles of past written all over it.

I counted the problems I had from before and its good that I made through out this torturous train

that went in circles for miles it kinda took a while to realize I had to reveal this smile

that stayed in the empty closet for months thinking I would never get out, If I open the closet it will just spill out and pile onto me no doubt!

Life has been a pain in the butt

but daddy said he doesn't want to hear no “what if's and buts”.

I know there is always a next time

but sometimes that next time will pass you by

every time you turn to the other side

it slips away like a ninja

and you would always regret what has come to you.

So here you are under a tree that used to live a life

happily and with a happy pride

don't close your eyes, you'll miss it with just a blink of an eye and it's all gone.

because you know whats best and whats right.

hears a piece of pie

its made with that tree beside you.

its soul combined with your care every since your past had died

take a bite and see the truth inside

that you never heard from before

hidden behind backs and

tucked in pockets and shoved in sacks

carry these truth to the tree

never look back

walk up the hill spill it in the hallow trunk

and let it bleed out from the cracks that curse the little tree

ever since birth.

Your smile feeds and fertilizes the roots of this amateur

now watch it build up

no need to pamper this strong dead tree

watch it rise with green leaves sprouting and bursting into colors and the apples show

then fall onto your lap where you sit and you look up and think

Life just falls right onto you.

By: Chris M.

to: Abigeal Abadam

Reason: For you