And amidst all the darkness and hatred that floats about us in our midst, there seems to be a light. A sheer, uncompromising light that helps you glow. You. You and your amazing beauty, your radiance, your sweet bask. I feel warm when I am with you. The mystery of who you are or where I found you is just as ambiguous as your feelings are to me. I feel warm in freezing temperatures, cool in tropical climate. There is no feeling quite like it. Calm. Serenity. Balance. Mother of God in all of it's forms. A banquet for all five of my senses. A calm silent tear falls from my face as I write this, as I wish I could be wiping away yours. A silent farewell to thee my lady, my love as I dream pleasant dreams of how one day you will be in my arms. Silent. Soft. My beloved white angel in the arms of this dark, ill tempered demon. I give you sweet dreams, my dear. Whoever you are.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Oh, no one seeks a partner with a beautiful mind.
It is all beautiful bodies and *****
A girl with no other options seems to be what I'll find,
and it really makes me sick.
I could paint a picture of serenity and love
in a vast and epic view.
I seem to have none of the above
and I want you to have mine too.
Call me bitter.
Call me jealous.
Call me what you will.
None seem to understand what I am getting at,
but hopefully soon you will.
Let me take you back a decade or so.
A young, fat, spotty faced teen
thinks one day he will sometime know
love and *** through another person instead of sticky magazines.
He wastes his time looking for another soul
for years upon years until he is no longer a boy.
His short, wide ***** finally finds a hole
and it brings him great joy.
He thought *** was great hoping to do it again,
although for a while it didn't much to his chagrin.
He caves in and spends money on ill gotten ******
sadly he he gets bored and quickly finds it to be a filthy chore.
At his wits end, suicidal and sad
wanting nothing but a woman's love,
things were looking bad
until something came out of the darkness, an angel from above.
She was young and beautiful,
he could not deny.
The good times were bountiful
and he never told a lie.
He was happy and angst free for around 8 months
but the angel was a traitor and he was a putz.
A drunken ******** with no remorse.
The end had come and run the course.
Call it sad
Call it tragic
Call it what you will
I now understand it
and I hope you do too.
Now he travels this barren sea
of bros and hos and endless stupidity
with no hope, no cares,
no *** and no love.
Wishing he could do something with another
instead of hate.
He needs a new lover.
He needs a new mate.
**** he shouts with a frog in his throat,
"Why can't I be happy while everyone gloats?"
In is defense, life isn't quite fair
to those without muscles and dye in their hair.
And now all he does is silently weep,
listen to Elliott Smith, and shout in his sleep.
Call him an emo
Call him a loser
Call him what you will.
The moral is for you to quit being arrogant and judgmental, slutty and stupid.
There are men and women out there who wish they could.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC
Bang bang
**** ****
Aw ****
I work it through a hose
and **** out the deluge
Cardboard houses
and razor **** straps
And my eye is dilating
as my heart races
I explode in a rage
Of wind and acid
A blow tube in my vein
A blackened eye
A cigarette between two lips
A train exiting the station
'All aboard!
**** **** yeah!
I do k-k-k ******* and k-k-k crystal **** and k-k-k ******
Blasphemous cheese
Black holes
Brown eyes
Poopie trim
Unwinding ecstacy
Driven by speed anger and vengeance
Running behind the booming
Urination of oil and sludge
From my tail pipe
Blue Velvet
Black cake
Purple hoses
Red tubing
Nose bleed
Big cheese
**** me
Venom
Cruelty
Sage wisdom
Magic sage
Marijuana
Marijuana
Marijuana
I am not jesus
I am just a ******
I am just a ******
I am just a creep
a ******
a cheat
a lie
a ****
a cheap little ****
****
**** away.
Blow up!
AHHHHHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
All play and no work makes Jackie boy lazy.
Rage
Rage
Death
End this brain flow!
BANG!
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
Anger bleeds
as I rise from my tomb.
A stranger needs
the cancer out of her womb.
The meat rots at the foot of the banshee.
A ****** smiles as HE becomes the victim.
Realization is worth a thousand prayers.
Welcome home.
Death.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
Less violence
More silence
A tear rolls from my eye
As I silently wonder why
This aching pain
Of which you are to blame
Consumes me on this day
On this bittersweet bed on which I lay
No words can keep my sadness
From flowing from my fingers
Onto this platform on which I type
This poem,
this writing,
these chicken scratches
Will serve as nothing but ephemeral reminiscences
Of what joy you used to bring me.
We can't (couldn't) keep going
We have no one to blame but ourselves
It is time to keep on trucking
Move on
And hope for someone/something new
It is a brutal, grim, meat hook realization that we are not good for each other and it is very hard to accept.
I think, 10 years from now we may either look at this point in our lives as either nothing but a flight of fancy or something we had that we were not able to contain very well that was at times equally magical and horrid.
A deep Fear surrounded our relationship and there was not enough Support from either side to make it last.
Things fade.
Time has a way of showing how Stupid and Miserable everyone was.
You fell in love with a drunken *******
I fell in love with a **** disguised as a fallen angel.
Looking back one year, we never would have thought this is how we would be spending the anniversary of our first kiss.
Our first moment.
We were crazy.
We still are.
I don't want resentment anymore.
I don't want your love.
I just want acknowledgement today.
I want you to find someone in your school that reminds you of me in one form or another and give him a hug, because you need it, I need it and judging who he reminds you of, he probably needs it to.
I will acknowledge you today in the only way I know how.
Inebriation whilst listening to Elliott Smith.
May I never do it again.
This is my send off.
Jackie
Be careful.
I still care about you.
I wish you nothing but the best.
If I didn't I wouldn't have written a poem and a brief essay today.
Have fun with life.
Now I can be happy.
This is a fitting end.
Resolution is mine.
No violence
Just silence
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
One year.
It doesn't seem that long.
One year.
I think hard while writing this song.
We were so happy then
deep in the thralls of lust.
It was so much better then
when we weren't just echoes in the dust.
One year.
I'm not much of a writer.
One year.
The past was so much brighter.
A week had past
until we fell in love.
I wished it could last
until our spirits rose above.
One year.
This song is almost done.
One year.
I can't say I didn't have fun.
Now it's gone
and all I can say
is I'm sad I'm done.
I'm sad we drifted away.
Let's stay amiable.
Let's keep in touch.
Let's not end up in shambles.
Let hope shine when there isn't much.
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Happy anniversary
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Meat for sale.
****** meat.
Face bled pale,
oh what a treat.
Pound of flesh.
Skin drying from a hook.
****** scalps top pretty dummies.
I am trying to read a taxidermy book.
Maybe stuffed bodies can make me some money.
Pound of flesh.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
Selfish clam
gives no damns.
Angry wiener
is not a winner.
Bad ***
All ***
No ***
Good ***
Drunken folly,
me so solly.
Moaning rapture.
Fluids capture.
Right ***
Old ***
New ***
Wrong ***
Did you know that if you have one ball bigger than the other it is hard to eloquently pull of a bullfrog with your sack?
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
A deep red hue drips from his eyes.
Bleak ideas being entertained by the executioner.
A sharp knife tells truths that no word can.
He slowly carves down the middle with intent to remove the heart.
No gasps or shrieks of pain as death has already set in.
The bored executioner sighs and a sparkling tear drops from behind his hood.
"I have done more than my share for this poor man. The rest is for the worms."
He removes his hood and cleans his blade.
"I need to **** something."
He leaves his chamber of death to frequent the nearby brothel.
He approaches the madam and asks for "the one with the ***
A tall young lady with orange hair and a behind that could easily hold a cup of the finest vino whilst she is standing appears.
She is "dressed" in a tiny bra covering only most of her ******* and a pair of shorts so tight her ***** lips are visible.
"How the hell did you even get that pair of shorts on that big ol' *** the executioner asks.
She begins to talk, but it is mostly mindless ambiance to the executioners ears.
He interrupts her jabbering, throws down a thousand dollars taken from his blood stained jeans and grabs the well endowed young lady and takes her back to the room upstairs, unknowing of the fact that she will never be seen alive again...
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 5:33 AM UTC
Killer emotions about killers killing people
while I sing a pretty song about love.
I am not the only preacher in the steeple
to a God that doesn't reside above.
The voices tell me I am powerful.
That there are people who deserve to die.
The blood tastes sour. Full
of disease and monoxide.
Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?
Struggle
Struggle
Struggle
Struggle
Can you hear when the fire pops?
Can you see when the vein explodes?
Can my thoughts border on sublime?
Can my voice continue to lie?
Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Hurt you
Stop...
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC