Skinny girls have big *****,
and that's just no fun.
Sometimes when their pants drop,
it smells like fish and grot.
But that's okay, I'll lick it anyway,
be it the middle of the night
Or the dawn of a new day.
But baby when you ***
that sticky white goo,
I'll pop in a piece of gum
and then I'll leave you.

An ocean on land, sprawling, rippling
in the invisible wind.
Let's roll down that hill again,
if we can.

Maybe if I write a poem about her
she'll finally listen.

(reads through own poems)

Oh, ****, nevermind...
                                                  ..­.I tried that already...

I stepped down into the creekbed
from atop the gravel path leading off into the woods.
and found myself at peace.

It was brief,
but for a moment I couldn't feel her presence
even though she was right behind me.

The shallow water slapped my ankles
and I stood fixing my pants as I scanned my new horizons,
noticing her clear reflection on the water.

Alas, as I turned to offer her a smile
I saw her look down and drop her hands,
putting her phone back into her pocket.

At the time I thought she was disinterested.
Just checking facebook.
Or texting her real friends.

Yet I was glorified whence I discovered she was just taking a picture.

Taking a picture of me.

Me standing in the water,
me scanning my horizons,
and me forgetting all about her.

Brown everything, fair skin and a smile.
I already see her walking down the aisle.
Clumsy and innocent as a child,
I think I might actually stay for awhile
and try to spark a light inside her.
I could go on like this for miles,
as long as I'm right here beside her.

Beautiful brown.
Altruistic smile.

I go out of my way
to hate everything you like,
I try my best
to offend you.

I hate you all,
readers of my words.

Your taste is ****
and this isn't poetry.

Find a fire
and die in it.

I know the lot of you
liked my ******* plaid poem,
so don't try to hide it
you stupid sheep.

I wonder what it would be like,
were everything a shade of plaid.
Maybe I'll think about that for hours.
Maybe I've just finally gone mad.

*******,
you, the person reading this on the other end of the internet,
and **** your poetry too.