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Skyla 5d
I found someone new
Who will keep me safe, keep me warm
He won’t search for more, he won’t break my heart

I am enough, one girl to hold tight
He won’t draw blood, or terrify me in the night
He won’t give me a fright, he’ll shine even more bright,
And I am enough to keep him satisfied (this time)

My old ghost lover went through girls like shoes
They quickly get old, so he finds someone new
I managed to last 3 short, summer months
He made me believe, our love was built on trust
He worshiped the moon, I called him the sun
I should’ve listened when they all told me to “run”
Run, run far away, as fast as you can
So he can’t catch you, the blood-obsessed man
He tried to take my heart, and **** out the life
And swore to me that one day I’d be his wife

He didn’t love me for me, just like the others
He was looking for someone to care, like a sympathetic mother
One to guilt trip, manipulate, cry on, and harm
Planting shameful seeds, burying me with the weeds, on his vast farm

He howled like a wolf, to the silver-lined crescent
He caught a glimpse of a gullible girl, saw me as iridescent
He sliced up his hand, to make blood pact
And threatened to jump off a cliff, for his grand finale act  
A blood oath, blood wife, romantic blood bath
Strangling me with his love, I can feel the hatred and wrath

He loves to choke, to suffocate, to squeeze
Just for the thrill of it, and begs on his knees
Wraps his hands around my neck, disturbingly tight
Tells me I can never leave, or run in the dead of night
The goddess of love, had cast her ****** spell
And the only way out is to walk with him to hell

I found someone new, he’s an angel of light
The epitome of peace, he refuses to fight
He doesn’t hurt himself, and he doesn’t make me sad
He feels all kinds of right, he doesn’t feel bad

I love him, I love him, this fresh love blossoms anew
And I honestly thought that you loved me too
But you don’t, and I no longer, I have grown stronger,
Because he doesn’t play choking games, or the victim card, he doesn’t try to win my fame or rip out my whole heart.

I’m sorry love, this ended very tragic
I am not your goddess, with a touch of magic
Set me free, from my cage, like a bird
You listen to my poetry, so I hope you hear this final word.
This is not a story. This is not literature.
This is a spit in the face.
A kick in the nuts. A punch in the ***.
A shooting spree,
of consonants and vowels, aimed at snowflakes.

This is to be loathed. This is to cause anger.
This is to be deleted, blocked, downvoted, canceled and hated.
Demonetized
by coding corpses in Silicon Valley

It is my hope a Twitter Mob forms,
curses my name, relegates me to Louis CK status.

This is my ***** and I take it out
a dark web palm reader for the snowflakes.
This is my ***** and I take it out
to **** on the face of all Boomers, Gen Xers
and especially the Millennials and Gen Z

You who have grown with smartphones akin to limbs,
priapic pineal glands, ophthalmic screens…

You who have “emotional support animals”
I hope your emotional support animal
mauls you to death like an Alaskan grizzly bear
and you ******* die like that execrable Australian crocodile ****

You who have “safe spaces”
I want to rig your safe spaces
with prepositions, adverbial pipe bombs
and laugh as they explode like an Ariana Grande concert

Yes, YOU, you snowflakes…

You who have transformed young America
into a coddled wasteland
of mock outrage, moaning prudes

You who subscribe to video game streams on YouTube
You who pay punk *** PewDiePie his millions
while the greatest living poet in America works as a janitor!

You who fight over bathrooms
You who bastardize legitimate arguments,
shame those who marched
shame those who righteously died

You who vote Republican and Democrat
You who watch CNN, MSNBC, and Fox News
You who wish to silence creators
You who are triggered
You who can’t take a joke
You who can’t fathom opposing views
You who Yelp, write online reviews
in braille
You who protest Sarah Silverman and Dave Chappelle

You, you snowflakes: I want to reach into your toilets
to smear myself in your ****
and kick at your ***** and ***** as you whine online about my blackface

I want to punch your nose
paint myself in your blood and attack your colleges
with wadded up copies of The Naked Lunch and Tropic of Cancer

I want to hack Spotify
replace every playlist with Public Enemy on a continuous loop
and blast 2 Live Crew
from loudspeakers down every boulevard in Northern California

I want to hog-tie conservatives, make them watch *** ****
I want to hog-tie liberals, make them watch monster truck rallies

Because your phone can block
Your phone can delete
But energy cannot be destroyed

And ART, speech, thought
Are the purest form of energy
The very flesh of emotion…

Currency both malefic and supernal!

And now, snowflakes
now I tie your noose
I grind my knife to your throat
I aim my AK at your temples
Just to tell you this:

Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words will always nourish me…

Let there be commerce!
For the snowflakes...
I got the golden *****
You know I paid for that
Gold like this don't
Come out no magic hat

A ******* bunny
I've kissed a million John's
Snow white's a dime
A dozen dwarves I've done

I taste fantastic
Like cinnamagic
Hidy ** I'm working up
Some black *****

Like Cardi B
I sing so sweet
A melody
You didn't
See

Me stripping
Like jesus you
Must be tipping me

Sextina
Aquafina
Orca whales a tale

You aint I'm flipping me
Back over
And I'm back under

The your dirt
I am the worm
Ashes on your shirt
Dead like you want to be
Make love like you wanted me

You know I'm your freedom
Like an underground whitehead
Call me a shark with ****
I give up that tight head

Locked in a fantasy
Locked like you want to be
Chaste boy, my name is Chastity

Not a **** in sight
Your lost in me
Like you were lost at sea
In my gold *****

I aint no trap
Queen I'll kiss you like you my royalty
I'll be your Harry Styles, you'll be my
Honey Bee

I'm busy for you boy
You better know I'm a sap for you
My honey's dripping down for you
Trans
Feminine
Poem
Trefild Sep 15
‣ u may read this, u may not; I don't give a ****t, but
‣ if u're gonna go for it, then be ready for a bit of text flood
‣ think I've got an odd feature, which is a presenting myself like I'm some kind of nightmare
‣ but the thing is that, for some reason, I don't give about it even a slight care
‣ so, here is what I have prepared
‣ letting out some pieces of mine: some are true; some are just to spice up a line
‣ I don't remember it, but once upon a time, I'd been through hell & almost died
‣ maybe on my way from being alive happened something like "access denied"
‣ or maybe death when met me was like:
‣ "it's too early for u, kid, & u don't deserve it, so u have to survive"
‣ joking about once being on the edge of kicking the bucket like it's something to laugh at
‣ I'm not the only one of such kind, am I?
‣ anyway, it seems that such a thing is not enough for me to appreciate & enjoy the life
‣ guess there is something wrong with my—
‣ yet I'm not ready to die, no way, hope my last days are extremely far from nigh
‣ but I'm haunted by the thought that I'm running out of time
‣ ain't wanna know my fate but, for some reason, would like to know the date
‣ if u're now like "oh boy, just stop", then I'm like "shut the hell up & do not interrupt"
‣ I just have some bars & don't see any better option to do with them than to drop
‣ even though they don't shine like the stars & never gonna reach any top
‣ almost everything I do is doomed to flop (consider me a *****-up)
‣ not moving forward, keep looking back
‣ think the light is waning in me & I'm falling into the dark
‣ slowly but surely I'm fading (if I ever had a spark)
‣ I'm off track & it doesn't seem like there is gonna be a turnabout
‣ but no need to wish me luck, it's one of the things I'm sceptical about
‣ just have to figure out a way out
‣ out of giving more than enough of fvcks, out of giving in to my doubts
‣ out of sticking to the lifemood with which u lack seeing & having the good
‣ which is somewhere between pessimistic & non-optimistic
‣ which, in turn, is one of my main characteristics
‣ a way out of having no motivation, out of drowning in procrastination
‣ out of being in self-deprivation
‣ staying by [M]yself 'cause my way of livin[G] got me into a vault, it's an isolation road
‣ hate to say it, but I'm a lost cause, at least I thin[K] so
‣ let me think if there is something else to say
‣ guess there is no need to mention that I'm not okay
‣ yet I'm not loco (at least I hope so), but sometimes I might be a sleepwalker
‣ usually not a talker, but I'm just trying myself as some kinda writer
‣ now, being neither in front of u nor behind u, I'm gonna be mean
‣ which means, at min, not gonna be kinder
‣ taking the role of insult bringer, intending to trigger
‣ I don't give a **** if u mind it
‣ tryna fit more text next to all the ****t inside ur dusty, rusty grinder
‣ before u got toasted or fried, or whatever word u find the most fit to say mentally tired
‣ better get lost & take some actions to unwind it
‣ this writing is playing as a distraction, with every line u're getting blinder (not literally)
‣ I'm not a reminder but guess it's time to remind u
‣ that there is one thing inexorably slipping away, anyone would like to rewind it
‣ aren't u having the feeling that u're dealing with the stealing of the TIME of ur miserable day?
‣ an even more amount of which u're probably not willing (but I'm about) to WASTE
‣ time is neither a thing u can buy nor digital stuff u can just copy & paste
‣ threw a bit of heat in this depressive ****t having hit the offensive switch
‣ how did u like that, *****?
‣ now, a bit out of the blue too, here come a few lines about one thing many people like to do
‣ if u don't have anything reasonable to come out of ur mind or mouth
‣ don't even bother to come out, rather stay in the background
‣ if u have some, in that case, it's fine to even stand ur ground
‣ and if u're sick of reading my ****t or even just seeing it
‣ then wish me writer's block or even say it out loud
‣ just trying to do something at which I don't totally ****
‣ and moreover, it's not like I'm not allowed
‣ despite it's getting close to the ending, I'm not sure it's worth staying to finish it
‣ think this one is not fine at all; maybe, saying so, I'm diminishing
‣ or maybe not, it depends on point of view
‣ what I really know is that there is a whole lot of what I don't know, including u
‣ finally, to all the 455holes, jerks & ****** I ever had to deal with
‣ do a favor - get urselves killed, please
‣ u get free from this ****** up world, it gets free from ****** up u, so it's kind of a win-win
‣ yeah, I mean to offend but not just 'cause I'm not a friend to u & have never been
‣ it's 'cause I have enough of rancour, & maybe even spite, to think & write such a thing
‣ if u made it to the end, well, then applaud but not me, applaud urself
"some" counter: 17
Starry Sep 11
THIS POEM IS NSFW

read at your own risk


The dream
I had
last
night
Where I walked in
With only lab coat on
And langier
I see you
Where cleaning up
After an autopsy
I went up kissed
You
And pulled
Me closer to you
And take my
Lab coat off
This Poem
Is Rated
***
For Do
Not Read

This At Work!!!

I read the following
Tweet today while
On my NSFW
Twitter
And I litterally
Had to stop and
Pull over so I wouldn't

Crash
My
Car

"Do you want
To be
Little
For me
Sweetheart

I love
When you
Start to slip

Just knowing that
I can put
You
Into that
Head space
Makes my heart

S
\
W
/
O
\
O
/
N

You're such a
Cute
Baby

Do you know
That
?

Just
How
Insanely
Adorable
You
Are

How about I get
You your paci,
Would that
Help?

9/2/18 12:10
@nsfwdomme
Shook
Trefild Sep 8
‣ If u were a human, & if I would have an opportunity to bury u alive
‣ I would be more than pleased to do so, no doubt
‣ the only thing I would let u take with u is a cheap pocket knife
‣ but it's not to help u make it out (it's unable to help)
‣ 'cause the casket would be the metal one & its lid would be sealed
‣ this would be the ending of ur story
‣ get dead naturally or get killed
‣ I don't think I would ever regret or feel sorry
Trefild Aug 26
‣ there is one place a certain someone has to go to
‣ that place is unbearable, it's like a human zoo
‣ being have to be for several hours every weakday there is a pretty ****tty case
‣ there are so many wasted days spent in that ****** place
‣ that certain someone wants to burn that ******* place down
‣ and get the hell away from the town
‣ get the hell away from the lushing degeneration
‣ and here was supposed to be the end of this lamespiration
‣ but I came up with a few more needless lines
‣ and it seems like all I'm capable of is just to cling on to rhymes
‣ think I'm just wasting my time
‣ I & poetry are those parts of the universe that are better not to combine
‣ somebody is perhaps even gonna think this bullsh!t writing had been concocted in the st8 of being high
‣ don't know if this is even worth being read, but anyway, u are free to just pass by
"lushing degeneration" - Russian Federation
Trefild Aug 26
‣ roses are red
‣ but they are dead
‣ violets are blue
‣ but they are dead too
‣ stop reading this kind of ****t & better start doing something useful instead
‣ or u got nothing better to do❓
‣ roses are not only red as well as violets are not only blue, for ur information [who would have thought...]
‣ but let people make their cookie-cutter rhymes while not taking it into consideration
‣ if I had to choose roses, well, then I would prefer the black ones
‣ not to mention that I think they would have looked sick engraved on some firearms
‣ as for violets, they are not really my type
‣ but maybe to somebody else they set some kind of vibe
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