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ht Feb 2018
Stop with the self righteousness
with that **** of the hip, hair flip,
tongue click pettiness
A round of applause for that display of selfishness

Stop with the villainization
I am not on trial and you’re not the judge nor the jury
Call me in contempt of court
But the true crime here is your self-victimization

Stop with the alliterative grade school names
Petty Betty and Salty Sally perpetuate your immaturity
Childish Chelsea double dutching that rope
Spitting her rhymes like it’s all just a game

Stop pretending it’s a joke, like your words hold no meaning
We all know you sit at home sharpening your syllables like knives
But you’re not the only butcher in town, I’ve finally found my cleaver
I’m ready to fight, I’ll leave you reeling
what was your favorite double dutch rhyme in grade school? | h.t
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user name blocked me
unblocked me to comment on my art word

then he reblocked me
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we know you ain't spouse to be mean
sorry daddy this ***** word is gonna pay
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past that
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Liberty J Feb 2018
My puppy loves to run,
My puppy loves to play,
My puppy is tons of fun,
My puppy does this all day.

My puppy loves to fetch
My puppy loves to slobber
Throw a bone, he’ll catch
My puppy has even stopped a robber!

My puppy loves to run,
My puppy loves to play,
Then his fur turned grey,
And he died last May.
Danielle Free Jan 2018
He stood in front of her ****,
He was in an extremely rude mood,
But she wasn't paying any attention
Because Jen was a bit of a *****.

When she finally noticed,
Jen started a miniature protest,
"James put on some clothes; at least cover up those" (she said pointing at his testicles).

James swayed his body side-to-side,
He felt he had nothing to hide,
He walked towards her (a masculine stride)...
Jen blushed and covered her eyes.

"James, it's not very funny
To come running towards me"
and Jen whisked off in a flurry (of anger).

James saw his reflection
and poked his midsection,
"Maybe she's right, if my stomach was tight
Jen might not have had an objection"

He sighs and puts a top on.
Selfishly,
I only share my candy
with the people I care about most.
because
no one deserves sweetness
if they don't deserve me
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
~ ❁ ~
To live a world of sweet little Butterfleurs
is not realism and illusion to part.
But to acknowledge a shaft of heaven's light
to let flames purify your heart.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs,
Come and whirl around me
Shimmering gale of colours
Show what happiness can be.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs,
Fluttering flowers touch the sky
How I wish I had wings
So I too could fly.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
Who embody love in a flash
On a loose hand, you fly.
In a grip, you turn to ash
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
You make me wary of what life brings
For when you glide past thorns,
I worry it'll tear your wings.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
Let me stay here
In the valley of Elysian,
where there's no cause for fear.
~ ❁ ~
To live a world of sweet little Butterfleurs
is not realism and illusion to part.
But to acknowledge a shaft of heaven's light
to let flames purify your heart
~ ❁ ~
I live in real fantasy
Where my inner child runs free
I dance, I laugh, I sing
I imagine all that can and what will ever be.
Poem from my journal after spotting many butterflies today...
Can I just say,
Well today was really great,
And I had a lot of fun,
And well,
Can I just say,
I really liked sitting next you,
I know it sound lame,
Maybe even childish,
But man,
Can I just say,
Sitting next you,
I feel safe,
You make me feel safe,
And can I just say,
That I really like your school,
And I really want to go,
I can’t wait until I go,
And can I just say,
That when we hang out,
And when you look at me,
I feel special,
And can I just say,
I really do like you.
Just a poem about a boi XD
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
My body may be here,
but my mind is always in the
stratosphere.
Where I can truly remain a child.
I can be anything and everything.
A ballet dancer
A power ranger
A samurai
A sailor scout
An avatar
A mangaka
A proud otaku
Everything that makes me, well, me.
I don't wear smiles because
my mind smiles for me all the time.
And physically smiling would drain me.
I'm usually cautious with optimism anyway.
As anxious as I am about life,
I'm not unhappy.
Not everyone has the energy to smile
day in and day out.
Well, there are some people.
Needless to say, I'm not one of them.
The world endlessly talks, shouts and screams
I'm surrounded by people who acknowledge or
forget their reasons
on why they breathe.
It encourages me, to be honest...
So I remain silent.
More thoughts for the day...
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