#inappropriate
to kiss all the young poets
hiding here,
so /i cry a tear for each
one,
when they
gladden my
heart
with their,
tenderizing rhymes,
pithy captures
of aw-ing momentous,
as if their firsts,
were where why
not also
our firsts too,
when we were/was /once
younger too
4/26/26. यह ठीक नहीं है (खासकर कम उम्र वालों के लिए)
कि यहाँ छिपे
सभी युवा कवियों को चूमा जाए,
इसलिए /मैं उनमें से हर एक के लिए
एक आँसू बहाता हूँ,
जब वे
मेरे दिल को
खुशी से भर देते हैं
अपनी
कोमल तुकबंदियों से,
उन अद्भुत पलों के
सारगर्भित चित्रणों से,
मानो उनके ये 'पहले अनुभव'
सिर्फ़ उनके ही क्यों हों—
क्यों न वे
हमारे भी 'पहले अनुभव' रहे हों,
जब हम भी /कभी
कम उम्र के थे।
शब्बत
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 10:02 AM UTC
We piled into the lifts
and she said to me:
"When you're in one of those meetings
sitting all polite and listening
with the serious and interested
look on your face
do you ever get the impulse
to do something outrageous
to disrupt the proceedings
and draw attention to yourself
in an inappropriate manner?"
- "As if to say **** YOU
and everything you stand for?"
"Possibly."
- "As if to say
although I may have grey hair and a mortgage
in DEEP DOWN
reality I am only
5 years old, and I am
BORED BORED BORED
thus it is my infantile nature to run amok..."
"That sort of thing."
- "Sure. I have this urge to heckle
********** while making disturbing growling noises)
or kick the seat of the person in front
(go screaming naked berserk with an
assault rifle) but you know... "
"Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one."
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
I never knew touching like that was a thing
It felt disgusting
It still does
I still remember it way too clearly
I was 5
It still haunts the f**k out of me
Never had the courage to tell anyone abt it
But I can still feel his hands on me
Touching me
But I couldn't do anything
I was helpless
still am
Didn't know anything abt it
Didn't know how to react
After all this I live in the same house
Acting like i don't remember it
While I feel his hand all over me every second
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
Why don't they let us express ourselves?
Is it because it's inappropriate?
The norm of society thinks so
And what is normal anyway?
We want to be ourselves
But if we do, they will shun us away
We need to find a place where we belong
Let's go to a place, where we can be free.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
I walk a thin line
I teeter to both sides
From the lust I feel towards you
To the potential for love that can't be denied
I know it's inappropriate
The way I talk with you
But you get me so frustrated
And I want to see this through
Then when I tried to pry
I guess it came out wrong
You called me beautiful
Which brought the butterflies along
That's not what I wanted
But I don't know if that's true
And these feelings I have
Must be misconstrued
We're only friends
I can't cross that line
Even if it means
That you'll never be mine
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
An amorous robot asked her out for a date.
One 'inappropriate touch ' by him,
No doubt, would have sent her up in smoke.
Yet, avoiding the danger of war with humanoids
For spurning one of their kind, was
Uppermost in her mind: she thoughtfully gave the nod!
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
Shocked and appalled to discover the truth -
an adult man who’s always looking at youth;
admiring pictures of girls who are too young,
I feel like this man should be shot at or hung.
We all have preferences and to each their own,
but the law states a person must be full-grown
before you start creeping pics on your phone
otherwise it’s in jail your *** will be thrown.
These girls seem to have zero self-respect
or don’t think about gross men getting *****
at images of their various juvenile parts,
either way, these young girls have no smarts.
I’m sad to say, I thought I knew this man well,
only to discover that he is sickening as Hell.
I’m glad to say, though, that at least I’m aware,
because I’ll do all I can to stop it; I swear.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I cannot deny
That I want you
A simple taste
Of your mouth
Would torment me
The look on your face
When you get that slow smile
And your gradual laugh
Sends me spinning
In such a way
I dream of you.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
why do i always want
the wanton, the wicked?
when my mind wanders
it’s always a bad place
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
For you sweetheart I would....
...writhe in the ecstasy of the tragic
or behave violently,
enmeshed in ******
heroic havoc
I would stalk the thing that hurt you and stab-it.
or quickly tie it up and drag it,
as I whisper as a crazed maverick ; click, click, son!
and swallow back the drip, drip, umm....
of the vial of acid...….as I sip, sip, yum-
Facing the truth of the mirror I find myself presently hung
For you sweetheart....!
I would sacrifice the self
relegate my identity to the bottom shelf
I would Focus on opposites...
and pervert the lost truth of buddhists; preaching and installing the sinful cysts...
of consumerism & material wealth, I hope you get the gist.
I would Climb to the monastery & maliciously yell
“Come on you drunk monk Its for your helllth!”
Doing what you always wanted
by changing the state of truth
from overwhelming presence
...to an unseen, veiled stealth
for you I would jump out of the highest helicopter sans parachute
!ha! writing and dying, but for you, its such a hoot
For you Sweet love,
I would divide by zero,
March up to physics and blackholes say “hey F-yourself” unceremoniously killing the hero
remembering so vividly
how we intoxicatedly emptied oil on the baby-seals relaxing on the soil of the now empty sea shelf
but for you oh dear, I would empty myself of fear
and empathize with a jellyfish
GAH!
I hate Jellyfish.
Please Imagine sweet- love,
how we would get married,
and go through all the steps to have a sweet- baby
and in the birthing room while you’re extra weary,
I would ask the simple question to hold and carry
this special
special
little baby
I would look you in the eyes, smile widely and drop it
While you pleaded, choked eyes pleading for some God to stop it
But thats a little extreme so lets take time and rewind the scene
So that you wouldn’t think of little ol’ loving ego me as being so especially mean
Then, amidst candles start smoothly & sweeten the deal with cannibalistic clipart
Preparing to Dine on the sweet meal of a sweetheart’s sweet heart.
For you I would
I would **** a man and smoke salvia at his funeral
Then desperately plead my case,
so surreal while I Appeal deliriously and unable
to the divine
or the courtroom of an esoteric, alien race
Oh love.
I would bury myself in venomous spiders
submit myself to mysterious haitian-zombie rituals
To keep you pure and far from pitiful
I would Self-immolate to distance you from pain and the sinful
Then
I would put the world to sleep
so that they won’t stir, wake,
or open their eyes to peep
the pain of the sun,
burning the Sea-t
of their corneas
with its brilliant and all-encompassing,
luminous heat
Oh for you bella, I would put down three 1/5ths of law and turn the key
Oh beautiful, now the mothers against drunk driving are sooo MADD at me
Because for YOU
I Crashed into their headquarters traveling erratically and so haphazardly
For you I would do everything
not just anything
but
everything.
I would chill with monks that do all the ****** up things
Go to a girls house, burn the family, burn the home
have *********** with the survivor hopefully alone
and afterwards take a long time to gnaw viciously through my bones.
for you I would discuss that maybe this voice Isn’t fit for the world
So i just wink out of existence
to protect everything from my impact, characterized as it is, so spun and twirled
For you sweetheart, I would even let this poem go unwritten.
Just so the world would not be smitten
With the space between the righteous and the wrong
the difference, is what we feel,
For you truth I write this song.
Ostensibly and indefinitely, I would infinitely
remember thee
and it all planning to never do it again.
...because my Circuitry is charged with the pain to amend me.
For your own amusement
I would help possibility incarnate
fulfill itself A-moral and without hate
the good the bad and the ugly because …..remember
When it comes to poetic possibility
The U-and-I-verse doesn’t discriminate
I would free the slaves from freedom
I would emulate pagans and heathens
I’ll be all you don’t need when you seek to amend the world of men
For you sweetheart I would publish this as a children’s night time book
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
Kiss me just one more time
Before I go.
Please never be my parents. Kiss me
Kiss me when I come home, and
Kiss me when we cook
Kiss me when it's inappropriate
Kiss me when I don't want you to
I never felt like anyone had ever kissed me
till you.
So please don't stop
Kiss me one more time
Please don't stop
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Girls, girls, slutty girls
You crave the nectar of the ball
But STD's aren't Pokemon
So you dont gotta catch em' all
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC