#bad
Naughty words.
Big, bad, naughty words.
They feel like ice,
please give me summer.
To feel the warmth of your embrace...
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
"That's so gay!"
A use of
Slang and slander
In
The
Wrong
Direction.
If they use
Gay as in
Happy
The
Way
Most
Have
Forgotten
It would be a good expression.
But if they use it
As a reference to
Homosexuality
Then
I
Don't
Get
It
I
Won't
Get
It.
You can't be more gay
Than someone else.
There's no scale
Or
Chart
To measure
Gayness
And it's a bad expression
So gay is
Bad?
No.
Gay is not bad.
People who say "That's so gay."
They are bad
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
I heard the footsteps as they came across the road;
The snap of hurried feet outside the house.
Shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness,
A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking.
The bleating of the flock,
The chatter of the birds amongst the trees,
I recall the whisper of the morning breeze;
Hyphening the broken silence as two boys stole about the house;
It was midnight in August 99.
Two sparks set out to chase the bang!
Bang! ~ set them running.
I cut them down; I cut them down!
I heard the sirens as the cops sped off the road;
The squeal of hurried wheels outside the house.
shapes in the moonlight, a voice in the darkness,
A knock at the door, I heard the dogs barking.
The bleating of the flock,
The chatter of the birds amongst the trees,
I recall the whisper of the morning breeze;
Hyphening the broken silence as two cops stole about the house;
It was midnight in August 99.
Two cops set out to chase the bang; Bang!
I put my hands up and the cops took me down!
Judge I’m guilty, it’s true for everything they said I did; I did!
But there were reasons, don’t you see:
These boys; they were bullying me!
I called the cops on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, came round again; still no one came; drove me insane;
Two sparks set out to chase the bang!
Bang set them running; I cut them down!
Two cops set out to chase the bang!
Bang! Yes, I put my hands up!
and the cops took me down!
But Mr Wolf gave me twenty,
and the circus came to town;
for as a victim I was lonely;
but as a killer; as a killer; I was crowned.
Newsworthy, top of the heap, the talk of the town!
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Glitter and gold is the man in the chair
with rings on his fingers
and the hardened harsh stare
blinded by ugliness
wrists chained down by no use
a man with much money
he spends on abuse
the term known as trafficking
familiar I’m sure
he’s never been one for
doing what’s pure
so he lays down his money
flings out his cash
says he’ll pay the full price
for the girl with the mask
just to touch her to feel her
pet her cold body with his
run clammy hands up her scarred legs
clamp her in his ashen fist
little boys too he will willingly harm
because trafficking to him is a sport
no need for alarm
Just cows in the system
of making ends meat.
The poor solemn dancer
the poor saddened soul
the poor battered spirit
angry that they’ve been sold
with ***** feet and scabby legs
they work to feed the king
the end from him they can only beg
And freedom will never ring.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Never let someone else decide how good you are. And never make an exception to that rule.
Your words, and your unique we of expressing them, are a gift given to you. If someone else doesn't appreciate them, then good for them. It's not their gift, so it has nothing to do with them. Its your responsibility to respect your gifts and to protect them from negativity; typical of these lower life forms, called Haters; annoying little creatures that feed off of other people's energy and hard work - they spawn fairly quickly and dewl in the depths of social media, hidden behind computer and smartphone screens. Usually over-weight, bad breath, single and filthy broke. Hindered by limited hand-eye coordination; they simply **** at every thing. They are pretty pathetic, in person. I mean they look human, but have no spinal cord, so they don't stand up straight. Their habitats similar to that of a large roach, just messier with and more filth. I hear they are contagious, so be careful. Don't let their negativity rub off on you, or you will end up like one of them. A soulless zombie, paroling posts looking for a something stupid to say.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Poverty's everywhere
I don't like charity
You don't like charity
He doesn't like charity
She doesn't like charity
They don't like charity
Congratulation we've created poverty
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
I saw a girl once
and she just gave me a smile
but that was enough
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Her lips may drip honey
But her teeth drip blood
She'll spend all your money
She'll squander your love
She's got no good intentions
She's got no noble cause
And all her inventions
Are deadly as claws
Beware the Bad Woman
She's pretty as a follower
She's bad things a-comin'
She'll leave you sad and sour
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
You wear leather
As dark as your heart
You speak words
As sharp as a knife
You smell of cigarettes
And sometimes cologne
You wreak of Jack Daniel's
But mostly depravity
You lurk in the shadows
And prey on the young
You desire a girl
But only one night
You tell her your lies
To trick her to stay
And then like a coward
You run away
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
I have missed
out on the thrills
of being a soft place
between a rock
and a hard place
which is a bad boy
I was afraid
of becoming a toy
a welcome mat,
stepped on repeatedly
covered in dirt
and worthlessness
because of fear
I found myself
held hostage to boring love
with good guys
who in the end
only proved
to be ugly lies
which led
to my beautiful cries
in the end,
I should have taken my chances
with the handsome devils
who were at least good at dancing!
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
I feel my outsides crack.
"Please-" I beg. "I take it back."
A set of white teeth glisten.
Bad words, mad words, I still listen.
With your fingers you paint me purple and blue.
Each spot a slightly different hue.
Then in front of others I wear a mask.
"I'm clumsy" - I tell those who ask.
You are all bark- yet you bite.
I shiver in fright.
You tell me I'm small.
What am I to you, a nut?
Mr. Nutcracker.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
The water haunts my house. Appearing so very often.
The nights on which it comes
tears apart all in its path.
No one can stop it.
It burns as it gets a hold of your throat and kills your insides with each sip
a sip so deadly you don't realize there until it hits you so hard you cant stand correctly,
so hard it slurs your words and will make you feel what anger is trapped deep inside you
So deadly it makes you feel as if your dependent on it.
It is planted in your mind,
making you think of it every second of the day, craving the sweet relief of un-quenched thirst.
Water kills you and the ones who love you.
Water needs to stay in the cabinet tucked away
where no harm is done.
So my dad will no longer hurt himself or me and mommy.
He is not deadly just the water that kills and injures.
The water haunts my house.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
Your sweetest smile touch my soul
Your sparkling teeth captivates my eyes
Your beauty amazed me
Your perfect like goddess
Your voice turn me on
But ugh"….
I turn my back on you
Your heart is not pure as white
Your like a devil when you speak
Your like a walking bending machine
Throwing bad words all around
You think its good on you
But nah!
It will never make you beautiful
If your soul is full of ****** words.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:19 AM UTC
There are many faces of That is called poverty ... All poverty's faces are ugly Simply because that's the way with it ... No one likes poverty ,but It's over there ... As long as poverty prevails,then There are poor people Anywhere and everywhere ... _______________________________________________________________
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
The eraser erased my bad habits
While the pencil drew in new ones
The glue stick glued on a whole new face
As the scissors cut away my background and past
The ball point pen then made the changes permanent
While the colored pencils shaded in my body
The calculator changed my way of thinking
As the sharpener grazed over my rough edges
Finally, the ruler
I had to measure up to your standards
Now me and you
We walk, talk and think the same
Two moving as one
I don't even know who I've become
What I was before
You've changed me more than you'll ever know
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Crippling depression
Is not good for you
Even though you think depression is good
The crippling makes it not very good
Jake searches up crippling depression
But then he finds that he is depression
You may think that this poem is bad
You probably wont live to see another day
So just be happy, and don't be sad
Go follow @devenpawarr on instagram to remove your possible symptoms of crippling depression
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
Melancholy skies
This morning
Foreshadowing
My ****** day
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
I've done bad,
Haven't we all?
At first it's a good idea,
But then it starts to fall.
You realise your mistake
But it's already too late.
-n.m.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
Focus on the Positive
but do not shun Negative.
Respect the Negative
by way of Positive reflection.
And, indeed, vice versa;
as if some twisted cosmic joke,
yin and yang shall interplay
e'ermore, ad infinitum.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Sometimes being unique is a hassle
When you're in a castle
Where everyone is the same
And no one's like you
There's no one to talk to
They don't know your music
Or read poetry
You don't share the money
That drips like honey from their clothes
You don't like rap
Which is readily on tap
You're not athletic
Makes you feel pathetic
You feel so alone
Unknown
They're all such clones
Same hair
Same clothes
Same likes and dislikes
What's an outsider to do?
You end up left out
In a dark corner where nothing presides
Divides you from everyone else.
Sometimes being different is a hassle
When you live in a castle
Where being different is frowned upon.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
A life is made of moments
Of both good and bad
In your present,
On your lips
All our conversations linger
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
*You are like a corpse flower;
Beautiful and rare, but with a hint of death*
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
writing poetry is not easy, in fact your born with it.
some people say i cant do it, i agree.
As i sit here next to my inspiration i think, i think and think
my mind turning and turning just for the idea to come.
WHEN.....
i get the idea I've been looking for.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC