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Michael Hole Sep 10
What a ******* *******,
you really ******* are.
If ***** were made from hydrogen,
you'd be a ******* star!

Fuel for ******* hatred,
Burning without end.
Ensconced by ******* vacuum,
because you've got no ******* friends.
Michael Hole Sep 10
The reason I don't like you,
let me put it into words.
You're a prat, a drain and a hypocrite,
a ****** characterless ****.

You talk,  you talk, you ******* talk
But you never say a thing.
You think that you give speeches
Like Dr. Martin Luther King.

But you don't because your boring,
You bore us all to tears.
Ruining every social event,
by banging on for years.

Bla bla ******* bla bla bla,
your monotone drones on.
You're in love with the sound of your own voice,
while we just want you gone.

So pack your **** up in your soapbox,
And turn your answer machine on.
Then ******* back to snoresville,
or wherever the *******'re from.
Michael Hole Aug 23
I said I'd write a poem for you,
Once I got to know you,
And now, I think that I do.

It took some time for your colours to shine,
But now I'm done, so here,
Let me show you.

You are light as the day,
With no hint of dark,
It's all bunnies, princesses and pink.

You bore me to tears,
Like a bar with no beers,
And you certainly can't handle your drink.

You're the arms-length kind,
A mediocre mind,
Fakeness and lies are your craft.

You flutter your eyes,
Like a sneaky tweety-pie,
And all the boys start acting daft.

It's can't be all bad,
That would be sad,
Of course, there are nice things to say.

I just don't know what they are,
Not those things in your bra,
I've seen bigger **** in ballets.

You do have a nice ****,
Nine out of ten, if I'm asked,
But that means that I'd have to say...

If I'm being true,
The best thing about you
Is the sight of you walking away.
I never gave it to her.
Do the teachers
Dislike me as much,
As I dislike them?
It would explain their face...
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A poem every day.
I had closed my door on him
He knew why,
A thick layer of grime covered him
He had not bathed for many years
And stank.

He was the poet whose poems
People knew by heart,
While he did not retain them
For more than two days at the most
His publishers called for more,
They needed him to survive,
Therefore, fed him intermittently.
He was still alive incognito
Battling his wit with surmise
Wondering as to why each year
His birthday drew maximum attention worldwide
Of people who did not personally know him
And did not invite him
As they celebrated.

I was aware that he dreamed of a brighter future,
Strived to spell out a new world
Without destroying old relations,
This was just not enough.
He who cannot take care of himself
Cannot be my hero,
He should not meddle with our future.
Also, I detest ***** people,
I cannot tolerate their stench.
she enjoy watering the bourgainvillea
but never return the hose on place

she love turn the chicken into soup
but not cleaning the dishes

she love to drive under the moon
but only return home when the gas hit E

she prefer falling for a guy
but never, oh she can't forget the creature.
ren Mar 17
you do not know me
yet you look at me such a way
and say the things you say,
what have i done?
why do you hate me so much?
My heart is now

cold as ice;

I don't want to

hear from you—

or your lies.


We barely even know

each other;

you annoying little punk—

do you want me

to call my father?


Stop pestering me,

I'm not ready

to feel that way.

Swoon me

and I will

mess your day.
I met this guy during a tutoring session when I was still in high school. We both came from different schools so basically he's not a schoolmate of mine.  There's this place for students who can get tutors in different subjects so I was there, studying Algebra and he was studying Mandarin Chinese. We're not really close and I only see him as an "acquaintance". He started to put on this "persona" and tried to act cool in front of me. Like a braggart. And then suddenly he just messaged me asking to be his girlfriend. I told him "no" because I wasn't ready to be in a relationship and also I didn't see him in a romantic way. But he keeps on persisting to the point it really irritated me. I then realized that he just wanted to use me and to boast to his friends in school that he finally has a girlfriend. I told him that he was ludicrous and also to find someone else to be his girlfriend. I never talked to him again.
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