#pissedoff
Do you wish to see the worse of me,
My chaos could destroy this whole **** world!!!
The storm of my **** ******* anger
I'll pull you into this sinking current,
I'll burn down your weekend lodge
after a few bottles of whiskey or scotch.
I watch on the jetty as you are a-flamed,
They say only then you are free of blame
I'm doing you a favor as now your sins,
belong to Jesus and nothing to do with me.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
#*(true story..)
Ah **** Babe.
(Same message, copy/pasted..
and then sent to a whole different part of me;)
((but you and I both know it is all still part of the whole))
so here goes..
I was built to run on all eight cylinders. 8.
Within this world, more often than not,
I am left with no choice but to run on 3.. or 4..
Not my initial choice, but due to what little
of someone that they (most everyone) present to me
they only bring spark to the measly three or four;
But every.. uh.. few once in a while(s)..
(Get it?)
Who you are, sparks all 8 within me,
and within that depth of interaction (connection)
you yourself (I am sure of it) would expect (hope for)
no less than all 8 from me..
(Let me get this out as subtlety as I can..)
But suddenly, dear friend..
you want to bitch-slap me down into
a small wooden box that has only room
for 2.. or 3..
((along with little ol 'freshly-emasculated("eunicated"?)) , me
Problem is.. what am I to do with those very potent
and powerful last 5.. or 6?
Cause I swear you're the one that could be fully capable
of requiring from me, all 8.
I could swear you're that one.. At least I thought you were.
hint// (I know you are..)
Hmmm. You want me to fall asleep?
I have a bed for that.
3 bore the **** out of me.. be it through politics..
or even the everyday, Mundane. .
or whatever the **********
I have not watched TV or seen a commercial in over 20 years.
Trump was prez for over 3 years before I even saw his wife.
It was at a Subway, and I asked a friend,
*** who in the m-fuck is that?"
Everyone got a good laugh.
Not as hard as me, because I never even heard
that Howdy-doody ************ Obama's voice the whole time
he was president.
Not that I care.. or like.. or don't like..
but it is simple as this--*
**The world is going to turn as it sees fit.
The Beast will achieve its all-consuming end..
which is to dilute into powerlessness,
(void of all rightfully-attainable Glory)
each and every soul-bearing human
that it can possibly get its Rat-claws in to.**
*You have people in your life that add to you
and not take away (steal from you), Life?
You don't need me.
You are all things Beautiful that I say,
but **** your comfy,
palatable little box you want to zip me in to, Love.
You dream of a world filled with all 8,
but carve from it the emptiness of a measly 3.
(I love you, but have a super ****** way of showing it.)
We only live once in this body we have,
and at the end of our time here, the 'husk' falls off.
My whole reason for being down here is to
somehow get out into the light of day
the truth about who we truly are.
People want to focus on the husk?*
***We were built solely to Unfold into the Glory that awaits us..
(The Glory that is already in us, though in most.. still dimly-lit)
Because when the husk falls off.. well Kid..
All there is in Eternity.. is Relationship.
The more Hearth-lit, one's Glory
the greater the capacity for Relationship,
which is all we will have left at the end of all things.***
**Cool part is..
the very Nature of Love Itself.. absolutely Craves it.**
..*Craves it, sweet Angel.
You are tremendously Gifted.. but sadly, we (you and I) are done.
I'm a **** I know.
I would much rather kiss you than ever hurt you.
I will be there for those (she) who needs me
until she stands up and truly beats my ***
for being the person that I am.
She still needs me.
So that is what I will do.
btw.. you are by far, one of the best I've ever seen.
Be glad that the world doesn't rotate around me
.. or we would all be ******
Kisses to you, Sweet one. xoxox
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Aug 18, 2023
Aug 18, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
Now a days,
I really wonder that,
If I've come under 'donkey's drove' Or 'sheep's flock'..
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
"So, we were having this conversation, and all of the sudden...well I couldn’t believe it...
"Oh, she went on and on about fields of daisies or something like that... She talked forever!
"Ok, ok...but first I have to build it up, so you know, you can appreciate the fullness of the moment.
"So we’re sitting there, having this conversation, and she just perks up...
"Yeah, she like...sat up in her seat, eyes bright as a light bulb, and she looks at me in this weird kinda way...
"I don’t know what way exactly, it was just weird. Like I was Brad Pitt or somebody like that.
"...Or someone like that, God! Are you gonna let me tell you or not?
"Anyway, she looks at me and just blurts it all out. I mean she talked about it nonstop for an hour. I was thinking, Hell...we’re wasting time talking...
"No, I’m serious. It was an hour at least! After she finished I asked if she was serious.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure. Then she gets this ****** off look and I thought she was going to slap me or something. It was like my asking her totally ruined the moment. It was a little freaky. I thought for sure she was just going to get up and leave like I blew my chance.
"Yeah, well...it might have been better if she did. She just looked at me, not like earlier when she thought I was Brad Pitt though. Now she was just dumbfounded or something.
"You know like...she couldn’t believe I even had to ask after what she had just asked me.
"Yeah, you’re probably right, I am. But look I can’t just...you know, after Jennifer and all, I can’t just leap out there without looking. I’ve got responsibilities to think about.
"Oh, whatever! I am not. It’s not wrong for guys to think about that.
"I don’t even know why I’m talking to you!
"Well...of course, I said yes, what do you think I’m a total ***** She’s way too pretty say no too."
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
Woeful are the tears
that a word was not
pondered upon.
Just neglected,
or ignored in haste.
Words just painted over.
Never seen in true virtue,
just sentenced to ignorance,
due to inattentive readers.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
Angry tears stream down
My face as I fight to control
My demons, my thoughts,
And my body.
Because all I want to do
Is just slam a fist into the wall
And curse the world.
But I can't do that.
I mustn't make things worse.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
God.....these devastating events have to end
I'm close to snapping, no more can I bend
I need a season of rest
I can no longer be stretched
stop, Stop, STOP!!!!
This life of mine makes Hell look like a vacation spot
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
you tell me to let you know when i care,
but your the one who always glares,
you think yout the only one that sees,
that we aren't really ment to be,
stop lying to me and lying to yourself,
because your pictures no longer on my shelf
or my phone no matter how much you mean to me
I just wish I could erase you from memory
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 9:16 PM UTC
It's a special kind of ******
what makes you shake like this
and yer feelin' quite certain
that you're seein' red curtains
so
**** you!" you exclaim
and then you pop a vein
and you rage and shake a fist
because you're *just. that. ******
but
In the end it ain't your doin'
to the people that yer screwin'
and everyone can go to hell and
hey! — yer just the one to tell 'em.
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 8:52 PM UTC
You're a real *****
just to let you know
and I don't want to snitch
but you're such a ******* *****
just because you're rich
doesn't mean you own the world
you're making me go up a pitch
because I'm so angry that you're a *****
people call you a witch
and now I know why
its because you decide to switch
from being nice to a stupid ****** *****
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
Sometimes
Your ability is your curse.
You're asked to do things
But not on your terms
But you're loathed for helping them out
Sometimes
You see fools, dumb-heads
But you're not allowed to call them so
Yes, ignoring is the best way out
But what if when they're all over and intruding?
Sometimes
Hell ya.
Sometimes
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
You always write poems about hating kids..
Or ****** abuse..
Why can't you get a clue?
I've had enough of you.
You treat everyone like ****
You say you hate everyone.
It's kind of tiring.
I'm not the only one who thinks so.
Others do too..
You just need to grow up..
Realize that hurting people..
Doesn't and Shouldn't help you through..
So please change..
Because, I've had enough of your ******** too.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
It vexes me
How everytime I wear makeup
They ask in a sing-song voice who I'm trying to impress
as if I can't just wear it for myself
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Something’s stirring
- hey honey, sweetie, sugar-
Something’s ******* up and in, like their stomachs,
(why don’t I look that flat, mummy?)
Something’s furious and seething, something strong
And stuck and breathing
My bones in. It’s the *** you see, yeah you bet,
All they are is *** sweaty, oily, wet
With some such suffocating, suffering, surrendering
Desire to please.
Please the man, the thick man, with your eyes.
Please him with your deadened stare – glare -
Please him with your chest, your hair,
Feel the way that wind rustles and tousles, as you dance,
As you feel the liberation of a thrusty, ***** pleasing stance,
As they slip money between your legs. As they wrap you up, up,
Up in its crinkles, up in its arms,
Swept from your feet and in love, swept up from harm,
Just as you desired.
Love is the one – but what? Love comes from beauty, right?
Full lips, bright eyes, as dead as the night,
The best thing a girl can be is pretty.
(well that’s what they are on screens)
And that’s why I cried when they drew a picture,
Fourteen and they took all our ‘best features’
Ripped them from our bodies,
Bundled them up into one jigsaw creature
-where’s mine?
They forgot me,
But it’s fine – she’s got your per-son-a-lit-y.
And I cried.
It’s easy to say, I know, and I see
That things are better now, I am almost free.
But oh she’s been in the wars:
She’s hit; she’s ripped; she’s cut; she’s lost;
That pleasing object onscreen – she’s yours.
But passion’s no good, gotta be pure, sweet and true
Well she’s gotta be new, and a girl's gotta do
What a girl only can do,
‘Til she’s through,
‘Til she’s cold cold and blue,
So hey lady, lady, lay-dee,
Who are you?
Sorry for the passion, words disordered in a heap.
Didn’t mean to make it bleak. Didn’t mean to make her speak.
But you see this is how she might.
Flocked in furious, in flight,
The little bird - the beast - is heard:
Each word, each word, each bite.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC