Temper is always on it's
Worst behavior
When hanging out with
Ego

Ugh!
You
With your pep and positivity
You're forever watching a sunrise
At 1:35
You got it
All figured out
But everyone's waiting for
The nose dive
It's not fair
Or right
But peeps are uptight
We need to see
Fair share misery

He loved her
Until around the time I appeared
On the scene
The timing is unfortunate
But I'm pretending to
Ignore anything in between

You want to be his everything
When you saw him interested
In the actions of a squirrel
You found yourself wishing to be
That squirrel
In that moment
Your utter fascination in him
Is so predictable
He finds it impossible
To be fascinated by you.

You know she don't even let him get on top, anymore.

When it was good
It was The Best
But
It was bad, too
I can't deal with bad
When it's coming from
Any boy
Even That Boy

My bequeath to Mother Earth
I try my best
And Always have
Curveballs galore
It actually sounds unbelievable
When I tell it
But we are a GREAT family
And everyone who actually
Knows us will testify
I honestly tried my best
With my kids
And it shows
Despite
The huge *******
Target Smear
Everyone who knows
Knows that we are an amazing
Team
And we all really
Love
Each other
So much
I did that

I push too many buttons
In my mind
I feel as if I'm just saying what
Every One
Is thinking
I do not mean to push
Buttons
Because
That's just another word for
Annoying
My badd
Because I can't be any other way
Most people do not like me
But I still love them
And when somebody loves me
They call me on my *******
I welcome constructive criticism
And I also Practice it
My badd if I love you in the
Wrong way

Pulling a long hair out of your **** crack

In at least 50 percent, the notes are just as beautiful as the poem.

I get that you want him
You want him so bad
But it isn't my fault
He wants me, instead

Blue boy
Got me burning
Red hot
He is my purple

The absolute loudest neighbors on the planet.

He's weird
I love that
But sometimes
I wanna smack him across the face
He likes it
When I wanna smack him across
The face
His favorite sport is "Krista Eye Rolling"
Extra points if he can get them uphill
But the attention is so cute.    , And thoughtful
Albeit, a little gross
He's an oxymoron
Itchy wool, weaved through soft silk
Grossly Cute, softly Uncomfortable, and sticky sweet

I was raised Catholic
But Easter
Belongs to
Mother Nature
It is a holiday
Hijacked by men
Who refused to accept
A female worthy of
Worship
And holiday

I'm looking forward to the day when there is no such thing as gender
When reassignment will not exist
Because there will be no original assignment
When we no longer use
The terms
He or she
But have evolved to use a universal term
To denote any human
I hope I see it
In my life time

She was a mirror
In human form
Hated by most
Loved by many

We don't want to be led
But we love being
Entertained

We always think of Hell as down.  I wonder if it's not up
And evil souls are burning in the sun, returning the warmth that they stole from the world.

I am not mentally ill
But I wonder
If I was
How envious I would be
Of all those
Who know
The bliss
Of boredom

There's an incredibly fine line between judgement
And pity
We pity those less fortunate
Yet think they must be to blame
God will punish the evil
That's what the preachers claim

Seriously
Could they have possibly come up with a less appealing title
For a pap smear?

Bad luck
Bad vibes
Bad friends
Bad times
***** men
All the time
Power trip
Success crime
Wash it down
**** it out
Happy pills
Lights out

I don't have any more room in my heart
Mine is already full
But if you agree to cover your eyes
I will provide the wool.

I want to be fascinated
I want to hang on every word
I want to want
Between my bones
Wrapped around

I don't know if it's more annoying to see the behavior of a teenager, and think "stop trying to be so grownup," or an adult, long past should know better, and think, "grow the **** up."

I annoy most people
That's just my thing
I don't intend to be annoying
Maybe I shall try to attach it to a form of mental illness
"Her illness is she annoys the **** out of everyone around her.  She cannot control it."
If I can do that, nobody would get to ***** about it.

The Kardashians are famous because they are a walking promotion, and we buy it.  Hollywood probably pays them to keep the focus off everyone else.

If you dont want me to comment on your poems, say that, right under the **** comment.  ****, put me right in my place.  Don't send me some private message telling me to stop commenting on your poems.  Id rather you just block me, then I don't even have to see your poems that you think I'm going to restrain from having an opinion on.  I'm not gonna restrain my opinion.  Just block me.
(Secretive is always so **** high maintenance. )

There are times when it sounds to me, a poet is speaking to a controlling, self-centered, narcissistic partner, and it turns out they are speaking to God.  
Love God by turning Her into an *******?
God probably wants to be worshipped, not idolized.

Please, I beg
Do not make me your everything
Do not love me
More than you love you

I don't know the answers to all the big questions
Some, I don't even want to
I am accepting that worse case scenario
Doesn't happen after death
My death, anyways
I have accepted that death is simply death
THE END
I am still thankful
And I try to leave something good
Behind
It is not who is who is front
But who comes behind
As I come behind
My Grandparents
They deserve to lead a good
Team
And through that
They are alive

I wonder if you get to wear your breast augmentation in Heaven?

Gee, I wonder if there is one sure fire way
We, as a society could ensure that only criminals would have guns?
I suppose that would NOT be the way we would choose to go.
But, hey, what do I know.  
Nothing.

Yes, I heard your apology
You foolish, foolish kid
Don't you know the best apology
Is one you never have to give

Very often
I notice
Rich people buy their wealth
By exchanging their morals

I cannot help but wonder if the physical examination
Conducted by medical professionals
To see if a child has been sexually molested
Just might be more traumatic
To the child
Than the origional molestation, itself.

"Suicide has a way of leaving a wake of potential saviors behind it."
--Quinn

Back in the day
Church was the first
And only
Social media

My poem

As artists
We want to hold on to our creation forever
We want the reader to interpret our art with our intention
We want to control
But the truth is
Once we release our art into the world
It becomes common property
And belongs to the world
We do not get to dictate
How our art will be received
Or whether the viewer must laugh
Or cry
Or become nostalgic
The purpose of art
Is to let it go

What's the point of admiring a ***** that you never get to watch walk away from You?

You're insisting to meet me in a battle of wits
And are woefully oblivious to the fact you are unarmed
I don't want to battle
But backing down isn't in my DNA
I'll outwit you every day

I'm such a ****
And proud to be
I love men
Loving me

When the only virus on your phone seems to be that stupid ad that keeps popping up to tell you "we have found a virus on your phone... scan now."

So, Medusa and I were discussing ways we can protect children on this site.  We want kids to have a place to express their art, and we don't want to stifle them, but we thought about how dangerous private messaging can be for kids.  
If a child says something publicly, here, we are all here to protect them from harassment of any kind, and we all will protect them, but what about private messages?  Any perv can send a private message to a child, and none of us will be there to help.  Maybe hello poetry should have a rule that children under 17 cannot receive or send private messages.  
Does anyone else think this will be helpful and safer for Kids?

No wonder the world is falling apart
Superman no longer has access to a phone booth

What goes around
May come around
But it is
Perpetually tardy

I'm a poet who has no idea
How to write poetry
I don't understand meter
Or metaphor
I just write what I feel
And try to explore

That poet, Jason James, has come perilously close to threatening me in a private message, and now I can't respond, or see his page.  
But apparently, I "best shut my mouth."  Not sure what he meant by that, but I'm not shutting my mouth.