Ever curse in front of a priest?
It's awkward to say the least
especially when you let it slip
Jesus Christ, *******.

What the **** is this?
******* do your dishes!

You plant all day in your made up garden
You bury me in all the dirt
And then you refuse to give me a pardon

I never said a word you think
Please remove the mound from me
If I'm not removed I think I'll sink

I choke on crap you threw about
You shovel more dirt into my mouth
Stop this pointless grudge you lout

How dare you turn your back on me
I will get lost in this stupid ocean
I'm starting to drown in your dirt sea

I did not say the thing you said
And by the time you forgive me
I will be several years dead

Stop shoving dirt into my throat
I can take  it but you won't
I'll give it back and you might choke

So stop this pointless tiff
I won't tolerate anymore
Put an end to your stupid ****

Okay okay okay okay
I know cursing isn't quite lady like
But what?

Why?

Look at all these tears!

I'm so scared,
Because I'm closer to the edge,
To the cliff that could lead to my falling or our flying
Than I thought
And holy crap *******
I'm so scared because why?

This is so familiar,
So right,
Like a warm hearth
That's always been there
I just never knew where to look
And how why what's going on
Why does this scare me so much
I don't want to be this invested,
But I'm so invested already.

What
How
Did this happen?

I'm terrified
Absolutely terrified.
Happy. Beyond happy.
But scared.
I've never had issues with commitment before,
I've never been afraid of being let down before,
But right now,
Here and now
I'm so scared.

Yeah, I hate rejection,
But that's a human thing.

I've never been so scared
To admit what I feel
But I'm so ******* scared
Holy ******* ****
What do I do?

This sense of blind panic
And fear
And the urge to physically run
As fast and as far as I possibly can
Really isn't helping my asthma.

And I'm having these miniature flashbacks
To when I was pressured into believing love was forced.
And into when I thought loving potential could count
But this is different.
I've loved before.
But it was different.
We knew it wouldn't last,
His dreams took him too far
And my dreams were too domestic.
So we didn't even try.

But **** it,
What am I supposed
To even say?

It's not about familiarity or it being simple or easy
It's about a need
A craving
To see your smile or make you laugh or better some aspect of your life
That makes even this difficult part of life,
That being my newly developing issues with committing to and expressing this feeling
Because of fear,
Refreshing.

Safe.

It's not that you're a safe bet.

It's that you're the only bet I'm willing to risk making.

Did that even make sense?

What
How
Maybe I am damaged
But **** the world if I won't try to be better,
I'm going to be better.

Hand me a needle and thread,
I'll stitch together these tears in my flesh
And pass the glue
I'll put the pieces back myself,
I just might need you around for this part too
Because I only have two hands,
And I'm a ******* mess.
But I can be put back together again.
I can do it myself, as I've said,
But having someone around to hand you the supplies
(Like sewing needles, thread, glue, scissors, and lots of gauze)
Is extremely helpful,
And kind of necessary to not get tangled in your own stitches.

I don't know how to handle this.
Maybe I'll just wait.
Should I stop nearing the edge of the cliff?
But the wind is at my back,
Almost begging me to take off.
Just go, see how far I'll make it alongside you.

It's so natural.
So necessary.
Nothing is forced,
It all just...
Happens.

How can something that feels so right,
Something so real,
Make me so scared?

Okay whatever
Forget it.
Hit the ground running,
Come out swinging,
All the cliches
With the wind at my back
I'm as ready as I'll ever be
Which means I'll never be,
But I need to be so let's go.
C'mon life.

Gimme all you got.

I sometimes curse in Cherokee

ᎪᎳᎩᏂᎨᏒᎾ means stupid
ᏗᎦᎵᏯᏅᎯᏛ mean donkey
Just add them together
It means stupid ***

ᎤᏗᏆᎸᏕᏯᏛ means *****
ᏂᎯ means you
Just add them together
It means ***** you

ᎧᎵᏬᎯ means perfect
ᎪᎳᎩᏂᎨᏒᎾ means idiot
just add the two together
it means perfect idiot

I love to create insults in Cherokee
My Grandfather would be so proud of me
I love it, it's so addicting
Why don't you try it? You might like the way they taste

Man might have created it
But that don’t make it okay
Cursing is plaguing our (American) people
And it needs to stop today

Whether you believe in bad vibes
Or in maintaining a pure mouth
Cursing really clouds up your soul
And separates you from God, no doubt

If our children are raised without it
Then why do you allow it in your speech
I know it’s possible to quit, if you want
So if you want to learn, I’ll teach

Instead of using that Devil language
You can substitute if for a close, clean word
Then God won’t ask you when you slip
“Did I (just) hear what I just heard?”

Instead of using the D word, you can use “dang”
Instead of using the A word, you can say “****”
Instead of calling her the B word, you can call her a “mitch” (my itch)
And save yourself from being kicked in the nut

Instead of dropping the F bomb,
You can always substitute it for “freak”
With these easy, mere words
You can be more holy and meek

So with this method, your language will be pure
And you’ll set a better example for our growing pods
So, when you see Him, He’ll be pleased by your vocal perfection
And your happiness will be identical to God’s

The coffee machine likes to tell my little cousins to curse at their parents.

         Then their parents always blame me.

         I swear it was the coffee machine.
        
         When was the last time I made coffee?

that
is the expletive i share
i spew
in class
in a presentation
in a final
so that he laughs
so that he smiles
and so maybe the grader
will forget
that i maybe kinda
accidentally!
missed three
slides of my poem
but it doesn't matter because  
he smiled
so i can take
the laughter of the others
the murmurs after
there will be no embarrassment
i just won the gold
in the Olympics of life
or of today
take your pick

Everyone has a talent.
Whether it be practical or not,
Pleasing or not.
Everyone has a talent.
And sometimes that talent is just
Not good.
A talent for being impeccably rude,
A talent for ******* up relationships,
A talent for making people hate you,
A talent for spitting out gibberish when someone asks, "Why are you sad?"
Everyone has a talent.
But when people look inside themselves,
And see the talents they never wanted,
They fake another.
They learn to carry a note,
Play an instrument,
Draw a picture,
Write a poem.
But inside they know,
We're not good.