I'm Chris Milea, a 19 year old student at SUNY New Paltz. Here you can find my poetry, observations,
and any copy and pastable things I'd like to pass on. Thanks for visiting
November 6, 2009
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Fuck you.
and fuck you too.
Fuck Them!
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Dont read on Acid
Specifically speaking,
it only takes one finger
to stop any hole thats leaking.
You might say no,
i can stick my whole hand inside.
speaking quicky,
by finger i mean digit and all wholes divide.
Divide it by one and its the same,
Well many can make use of a math problem to prove they’ve properly defined there name.
I guess you can say this “hole thing”
allows a portrait to acknowledge its frame.
Allows a man to look in the mirror and call his skin lame.
Act pro active around women and find out what i needed was the brand name.
Manic maybe, but watch how my minds division
makes any situation i can see for itself
become easily accountable with the appropriate provision.
Sharpen my hair blades on the confirmed lynch mob suspiscion.
Cold shoulder wrongdoers like i brought an apple for teacher
and they’re trying to get me to trade my lunch money for reefer.
Bend The Doors like the instant before a vintage vinyl snaps,
walk through the wall between two of em like taking the nasal passage of a bear trap.
Transfer majors, act like i’d be stupid to miss this physics
then apply my knowledge of ballistics
to the newly theorized wrecking ball pole-itics.
Its a great coincidence the word i needed to rhyme,
makes a pun pointing out our politics are polarized.
But all of this eye opening info ive learned makes a brain twist,
when i find myself at home trying to explain why my whole familys racist.
I don’t even endorse the system,
the man is not my dad and my clean family tree is not a rinsed one.
I understand my white skin is percieved as many things but defined as a privallege,
So i’m here on campus making sure i calculate my friendly body positioning by the inches,
And the mere mention of it shows an over accomodation on my part,
but it’s because of an embarassment of the videos i’ve seen of white students in the 60s supporting lynches.
even the TV cameras of the time thought black and white was the real difference
This “whole thing” means more than one,
welcome to when your not dreaming and reality pinches.
November 5, 2009
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say something.
I have a tendency of consciously trying predominate defiance.
You honestly inspired, but the opposite of me is a confident lion.
The death of me will be a corpse in traffic.
Listen, we are too old to be embarrassed, but I still ignored plenty whores on campus.
But its more than fascination, within I am stored with infatuation.
Until you grew up, got older, and left me like graduation.
I’m an intelligent attempted predicate felon,
instead a defendant defending intentions,
never trip or fall, but still fell from heaven.
Mothafucka stop grilling me, never willing to be a killer,
architects ripped apart my chest, the thought is built in me.
FIltering the inability intuition initially plundered,
illegitimately glistened politically, I wonder what the wonderful ones would utter if
their warriors were still above water, what wasn’t essential?
If midget Mike bewildered into a bigger figure, then his blisters were predicted to
misconfigure his ballistic missiles for arms.
Knuckles offensive, lover intensive, what wasn’t special?
He couldn’t possibly lift a hand on a witness,
but he could muscle a pencil like the United Nations can muster a weapon.
Monster they call me, fingers pointed, monster! with the last drip of their ink anointed.
Monster, he’s a monster! I mean he’s Israeli, I mean, see how many
he’s made bleed in Gaza! For no reason! Little children, kids in learning,
cremated families, even left pictures burning! I think we ought ta honor the martyrs,
applaud hamas, fatah, osama bin laden, mass tyrants, al qaeda, I mean Israel killed little children right?
Little children? WAKE THE FUCK UP WORLD, TERRORISTS WERE SENDING DEATH MESSAGES FROM EDUCATION CENTERS, but the worlds breed amnesiacs, ones who never recollect and remember.
Fixed as villains for accidentally killing children, but these radical Islamist aim their missiles at civilians, instead of building infants to chemists and mathematicians, the after math is the fact these kids turn into suicide technicians. Israel is REAL, how can you blame morals when Islamic fundamentalists stand behind kid-shields. A child’s arm is bullet-proof, a limb institutionalizes another individual critic cry.
For you U.N., a lesson.
if you never set yourself in trenches, how can you question what self is?
Self defense is? you are caught red-handed because you have touched the fingers of murderers, condone violence but wave hello to silence.
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“Wtf is a philly? The Philadelphia Female Racehorses?”
Brian “Omni” Dillon
November 4, 2009
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[Eminem]
Will Smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
October 31, 2009
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WEEEEEEEEEEEZY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxz3E34yQaY
yeh i know its old
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Happy Halloween!
Wow this woman is a genius. I mean really what a brilliant message, I’m glad she took to the streets with it.
October 30, 2009
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yer,
I am a sicker than a depressed bullet. Cursing at these motherfuckers cause all they got in their chest is feathers dipped in red pudding. So i vent to all sets of a turret children. A veteran who never gets his woman, unless those days I was referenced to Edward Cullen. it’ll forever be embedded in my past for each week hating on myself, ended up jealous for never getting the second chance to be me. I was meant to be a frog, a prince who’s mind eventually was fogged. I didn’t write this, it was sent to me from God. Switched up, picked up money and bitches pitched in a suitcase. Cause tomorrows a bitch, I never worry about her, it’s a new day. Flow never mix up, kool-aid, never tied down if they lose hate. Cause I inevitably keep stepping on these motherfuckers like a shoelace. Only if its loose, nay, nah, I positively assure you Confidence will cure you, your name is jotted in my journal.
October 29, 2009
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Is baseball still too good for instant replay?
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…good luck getting this outta your head for the rest of my life.
