My neighbors baby talk to their wiener dog.
"Come on girl! Make *****
Come on. I love you. Make *****
Hey, come on, make ***** for daddy.
Good girl. Thats' a good *****
Get it all out.
You're so good. I love you.
Oooooo who made ***** You did."
They do it right outside my window and it sounds like they're in the room with me.
It's my bathroom window.
I'M NOT YOUR ******* GOOD GIRL I'M A GROWN *** MAN TRYING TO TAKE A ****
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
Fill in the blanks:
1. After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was ( ).
a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
2. I ( ) you because I ( ) you.
a) **** love
b) love, ****
3. I ( ) you because I ( ) you.
a) lost, hurt
b) hurt, lost
4. Towards the end it was clear things weren't working out, but when I ( ) you I still felt like ( ).
a) kissed, a school boy
b) resented, trying
c) came inside, a god
d) lost, ****
e) all of the above
5. It's devastating because I tried so hard ( ) I knew we were never going to work.
a) even though
b) until
c) after
d) because
e) to pretend
6. We had *** in ( ).
a) our apartments
b) our friends' apartments
c) the Tonga Room
d) the workplace
e) misery
7. I was ( ), you were ( ), it was ( ).
a) in love, in love, amazing
b) trying, trying, trying
c) yours, yours, yours
d) trying, tired, over
e) real, real, real
8. You never let me ( ), you said it was private.
a) read your recipe book
b) see you ***
c) run with you
d) do yoga with you
e) get to know you
9. I wanted to ( ) you, you wanted to ( ) me.
a) love, love
b) **** ****
c) possess, escape
d) marry, forget
e) all of the above
10. When things were at their best we were always ( ).
a) laughing
b) together
c) *******
d) doomed
e) all of the above
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
I ( ) you because I ( ) you.
1. a) love, respect
b) respect, love
2. a) **** love
b) love, ****
3. c) lost, hurt
d) hurt, lost
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was ______.
a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
Crane Fly,
I don't mind your harmless flutter
across my bathroom tiles.
another living thing in my apartment
actually brings me some comfort.
but you need to stop flying straight at my *****
every time I try to urinate.
it is impolite.
and completely unacceptable.
and although I know you pose no actual threat to my genitalia,
I don't want you landing on it.
when you try to, I freak out,
and *** all over the place.
and throughout time men have never hesitated to **** others who threatened their manhood.
I imagine millions of human lives have been lost because of *****
I have no respect for that.
thou shalt not ****
there's no ***** clause.
but let this serve as a final warning,
because you are a guest in my house,
and you only continue exist,
because I allow it.
so stay the hell away form me,
when my ***** is exposed,
and I am vulnerable,
or my survival instincts will end you.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Zoloft has killed my poems and my erections.
the unfortunate side effects of getting well.
my pen won't mark this paper,
and my ***** hangs it's head in disappointment.
they look me in the face and ask 'why?'
I try to tell them,
about the constant discomfort,
the urge to peel off my skin and escape,
how my mind fixates on misery.
they seem to understand as well as a ball point pen and a flacid ***** could.
their tiny voices squeak
'we want you to be happy'
and I think they mean it
the three of us wonder if the writing will get easier.
the three of us wonder what the point of happiness is without a working ****
the three of us wonder if we are useless without each other.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
does it bother you that they all have poems?
the ones who came before.
if you love me be thankful to them.
they all left a mark.
the ones who wore out my heart the most,
helped it grow strong enough to cherish you.
and when I was with each of them,
every fiber in my body was devoted to holding them,
touching them,
making them laugh.
now those fibers are devoted to you.
and when I was with each of them,
I was complete.
as I now am with you.
and for the rest of my life,
whether we blossom as lovers,
or fade to strangers,
I will always write poems of you.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
another life lesson came to me today through the bonding of loneliness and public transportation -
a filthy bus stop if there ever was one:
trash, human hair, the smell of ****
I was standing there in the depths of my loneliness,
despising everyone that passed by,
when I hear the clicking of boots.
they're supporting firm legs and a sharp jacket
opened just enough to see a soft white shirt
falling delicately off *******
her head is turned away,
hair flowing and dark,
and I think to myself
'I wish I could get a woman like that,
I wish she would give me the time of day, I wish I had a chance.'
she had turned by now:
hazel eyes, cutting eyebrows,
defined lips, strong jaw.
stunning.
and as she steps onto her bus she waves to me,
because we once spent a week together in a hotel in Prague.
and our bodies' desire destroyed that room.
we broke: dishes, shelves, a chair, the bed frame.
they nearly tossed us out.
and the kicker is -
our first night together,
I jokingly told her I was an escort,
and she pulled out her wallet,
and paid me.
so here I was thinking
'this woman is so stunning she's out of my league.'
when in reality,
not only did we tear each other to pieces -
she paid me for it.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 3:01 PM UTC
The oak tree stretched and twisted
towards a sky trapped
in the hour between dusk and darkness
pink lace across the deepest of blue
wind trembling the leaves
just enough to hear them whisper.
you stood stripped at its base
hand searching across the bark
a taste of wine on your lips
eyes searching the horizon
knowing without a doubt
that I would be yours.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
so there they sit,
drawing like idiots,
without a care in the world.
drooling, coughing, smiling
laughing, shrieking.
like life is an all you can eat buffet.
the things they have to look forward to:
heartbreak, health insurance, taxes, rent, a tedious
job, a loveless marriage, the death of a loved one - and then their own.
so I walk up to them and break their crayons,
to warn them of the evils of this world,
and they cry.
now they know how the world works.
but then then the pretty blonde waitress brings them another crayon.
they stop wailing, get distracted,
move on.
and I'm bitter because a pretty blonde lady isn't handing me any crayons, or paying my rent, or laying in my bed.
and those kids
never worked at Denny's, got evicted, or got their car stolen.
- they have earned nothing.
and those kids
have never had *** drank beer, climbed a mountain, or carried their lives in a backpack
- they have lived nothing.
and the waitress hands me my receipt,
and I smirk,
because she scribbled a note on it:
"415-555-3827
call me,
Stacy
PS that was the last crayon."
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC