#mutt
Help, Help is what my inner brain weeps because i'm losing myself it seems becoming this nasty vile thing
Not human no not this being, for this sick thing is full of guilt and selfish thoughts that it’s done no wrong
Help i ask myself only for the being to ignore it drowning itself in teenage angst because it has nothing better to do this creature is me even as hard as that is to see , gross gross thing get help and flee from me I always cry
Flee my body i don’t want you nor should you want me this thing is not me and I never want it to be
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 9:32 PM UTC
What i had with her is gone a memory or sad hum I wait
For a call, a text or a recommended song
A spec of the attention that i had want, but she was hurt and would have been for far too long
I didn’t think i could wait
I wanted to let go but i found myself crawling back now curling up in absent warmth
Something i now lost gone with undead feelings of what once was
Can I wait that long? I used to ask and the answer was always yes
I am no better than just some
Dumb stray Dog.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 9:39 AM UTC
My life is like an ugly street mutt.
Constantly running, fleeing
Biting at the hand that gives
Showing sharp teeth, unintentionally so.
Only with those who provoke me though.
Ugly street mutts can be kind too.
We snuggle at the feet of strangers,
Lapping up any kindness left to give.
An ugly street mutt, that is my life.
But I did not choose it all for myself, no
I am pet and loved,
But thrown by the neck at a wrong move.
How may I serve today?
We bark and growl,
And we whimper and cry.
An ugly street mutt. That is what they called me.
I run and I walk.
We steal and we plead.
We are loved and shoo’d.
Hated, even.
But we are mutts.
Dogs.
We wait at the door for you,
I wait
At that door,
For you.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC
I have never felt a love like this
I've never smelled a love like ****
I have brought my meaning up a bit
I've been cleaning up your ****
kennel love break your heart?
chained to a fence with no open part
trapped within my stupid walls
I'll be there when cupid calls
May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 8:17 AM UTC
*I am lost within her gaze
And I melt in her arms
Her call leaves me breathless
Her touch leaves me senseless
I am a dog at her feet
I am a slave to her needs
I lay with filthy beasts
Upon the **** and ****
I should have been smarter
But I deserve this. *
- Logan Peirce
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
So I am a mutt
And this is my poem about having split identities
*And not knowing who the **** I am*
I am Chinese and Irish
Got them green eyes, but eat rice with every dish
Have the freckles, but my first language wasn't English
Back in high school, people called me white washed
But then,
Pointed and called me that Asian
People would sneer, "You aren't even real Chinese"
But there are so many things you all don't see
Like how my Tiger mom screams at home
About getting straight As
Till her shrills leave me frozen to the bone
And when I had a boyfriend she didn't approve of
She yanked my hair
And I cried it wasn't fair
She yelled, "oh I'll give the boys something to stare"
I watched as she cut all of it off
Strand by strand
Like a strong gust of wind blowing all the leaves off the branches till it was bare in winter
The following day at school, my excuse was I needed a new look, so this was her
And meals I don't even know how to translate into English are my comfort food
But I can down some fries and burgers when I'm with the dudes
I embrace both sides of what I am
But people categorize me into one, God ****
With my Chinese family
They straight up tell you
You too skinny, too fat, so silly
They say my accent has gotten worse
The anger builds up of embarrassment and hurt
The race makes my face so red, it's like my head will soon burst
There's this underlying feeling of shame, that's the worst
Which side of me do I need to prioritize first?
I'm drowning between the ocean of two separate cultures, I'm submersed
English is the language I think in and I curse
There's so much more I can't even tell you within this verse
Oh the irony doesn't end there
My driving stereotypes are quite the scare
Cause I'm Chinese, automatically I **** at driving
But mixed with Irish, I'm also road raging
It's probably the worst combination
Of a stereotype from two different nations
Ha oh there's more
The drinking stereotype that's for sure
Irish side could down the whiskey much too quickly
But the Chinese typically are easily tipsy
This mix is kind of risky
One turns so incredibly red
And the other can get so drunk, you'd see two heads
I feel I am constantly at war
One side always wanting more
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
I'm a ***** fowl-mouthed mutt
With a leash like no other
I've seen your light of day
It compares to no other
An Angel in disguise
Holds my collar tight
If I fight back
I'll surely lose sight
A mutt sees different shades of grey
But you made me see
You're in control
Not me
I do a bit more than care
If I do as I heed
And and I do as you say
I'll have more than I need
You're fair but strict
And you've never been wrong
Before but now you're being crazy
Waiting everlong?
While I'm still on a leash
You're still my drug
Poison me slowly
And teach me to run
Tease me enough?
You look at me with those eyes
And as they meet mine
A piece of me dies
We're both control freaks
A mutt and an Angel
Fighting for one thing
Who's going headfirst into hell
I know I'm bad
I know I'm a mutt
And if you say so
I guess I'll stay put
Tug on my ear
Tell me to go
Tell me to fetch
The answer won't be no
Before you no nickname was right
Say it and I'm on the seed of poppy
The name stuck for a reason
I'm just another puppy
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC